Nokrt

The Chiss wasted little time pulling out the components he would need to craft the vibroblade he wished to make for the Dark Lord. Crafting a blade was simple enough, a blacksmith could do it, someone without the Force and thus worthless of his notice, or the use of anyone in the Sith Order. The theing that separated the Sith apart from the lowlifes of the galaxy was the ability of infusing it with power. This is what the Krath's Sith Alchemy was meant to do and the Chiss had done such in the past, however, the raw materials he had then were quite different from now. He had poisonous venoms from live creatures at his disposal, yet here, only storage conainers filled. It felt so, mechanical that it lacked the life he was used to. The thrill of removing a fang and draining a creature of its venom was superbly gratifying and helped put the Chiss in the mood for crafting weapons of excellence. In this cold steel fortress, he would have to adapt to craft as he once did. He passed by shelves filled with contained gasses and fluids, each of them a poison of some sort. Nokrt was surprised at the sheer quantity of poisons available that he soon forgot about the lack of life in removing them himself. Lylek poison, Kinrath venom, Rock Wart neurotoxin, Vesp venom and suprisingly Zillo Beast posion. Each of these poisions had profound abilities against their enemies, most especially the Rock Wart neurotoxin, which had a Tetrodotoxin, which caused paralysis of the diaphram leading to respitory failure. That in of itself would be good enough, but not against Jedi. The Jedi could have healers to fix that particular poison, no, the Sith needed something stronger, and as he purused the shelf below he found something in a large glass jar. Synox, the odorless, colorless, tasteless poison used to kill Darth Bane. It was not immediate, he had died slowly but painfully. There was no cure, this was unhealable, death was certain to the person who had this enter their body, yet it's nature was ill-suited for anything other than assassination. To have it imbued in a weapon gave you no advantage on the battlefield. Nokrt thought it was perfect. The Dark Lord was sure to have a menagerie of weapons that could give him an advantage on the battlefield. Things that would cause his foes great remorse should they ever come face to face with him, but this, this would assure him victory even in death. The Grandmaster of the Jedi Order could best him somehow, but as long as this posion was imbedded in the Grandmaster, he would die within a few days. The Krath Lord took some sonic generators he procured from a shelf earlier, and some durasteel, using the force to craft them loosely into a set of four vibroknives, keeping them suspended, he uncorked the Synox, careful not to inhale, and took an amount to coat each blade in the lethal substance. Nokrt shoved the knives into the furnace, burning them red hot, causing the molecules in the durasteel to expand. Working quickly as he pulled them fromt he fire, Nokrt placed the synox around the blade and called the Dark Side to him, pushing the deadly substance into the pores created at a molecular level, ensuring every nanometer of the blade was lethal so that even if broken, it still held its advantage. Exhausted the Sith took some of the left over Weequay leather he had sitting ntidly on a table nearby and wrapped up the hilt neatly in the leather and making some sheaths for each blade so they could be easily added into pockets, utility belts, bandoliers and other weapon carrying areas without fear of being stabbed by it yourself. There were four blades made, but the Sith Lord pocketed one for himself, leaving it on his hip, looking like an ordinary dagger. The other three he strung onto a leather belt so they could be easily carried to his Dark Lord. Proud of his work, the Sith Lord walked out of the Prison block with the belt of knives in hand. HE locked the door behind him, making his way to the quarters he had passed b earlier and taking a room for himself, locking the door and throwing his new attire into the clothes refresher and allowed himself to step into the refresher, cleaning away the sweat and grime that had formed all over his plae blue skin as he had a hard days work. Once out, he slipped into some long comofortable robes and slept on a nearby bed. Refreshing for the day ahead of him.

The Darkness continued to frisk freely about the Sith Lord's flesh as he moved closer to the supplies provided for armors and robes nearby, discarded Imperial armors from the older days of the Sith Order, when their relationship with the Imperial Fleet had been much more synonymous than the unified government that is indifferent to Jedi or Sith it seems. The amount of discarded armors were not many, as most had probably been purged at the formation of the Galactic Alliance, but a few that remained. They were formidable in their design even if structural flaws, like being made of easily blasted through plasteel that could easily let rocks kill the soldier inside, were present. The Chiss grabbed some pieces of heavy armors, textiles of various sorts, amongst the materials available, and pinned, stitched and moved them into placed a nearby mannequin that was roughly his size. After a few moments he was pleased with the presentation but thought the materials were tripe not befitting a Sith Lord, let alone a Krath. The Sith turned on his boots and looked at the prisoners, looking at the skins of the occupants, most of which had stained blood around their mouths, a Quarren had a fetus leg sticking from his mouth. Nokrt approached the cages and the prisoners moved as far away from the bars as possible, though it was laughable for them to do so in such shallow quarters. He leered at each of them, looking at their skin. He stopped in front of a Weequay who bellowed at him in huttesse when he approached their cell. Nokrt wrenched the door open and grabbed the weak man and thrust him to a nearby table usually used for interrogation of prisoners, where the Weequay was locked in , struggling feebly against the restraints. Nokrt looked in a few drawers until he found a wonderful very fine vibroscalpel, one that should be sharp enough to make incisions in rough hide. Nokrt smiled and walked toward the restrained alien and began to carve a neat line down the chest cavity of the captive. A howl of pain ushered from the Weequay. It was beautiful, and the Sith Lord continued to carve into the alien, allowing the blood to trickle down his body as sections of his hide were removed. Nokrt was enjoying the practice of skinning the Weequay so much, he broke into song. "Tiptoe through the cages By the dungeon, that is where I'll be Come tiptoe through the entrails with me Oh, tiptoe from the dungeon By the dungeon of the academy And tiptoe through the entrails with me Knee deep in acid we'll stray We'll keep blood showers away And if I kill you in the dungeon, in the moonlight Will you pardon me? And tiptoe through the entrails with me-e-e-e-e!" The Chiss ended on a perfect falsetto simultaneous with his completion of the skinning alien for what he needed and he was surprised the creature remained alive, and left him secured to the interrogation table for further analysis at a later time. He retrieved the well cut hide of the Weequay and set it on a nearby table, before tacking them to a rack nearby and setting them by a furnace nearby to tan it into a hard leather from the heat over time. The Sith Lord could have accelerated the heat to make the process even faster, having the tanning done in a few short hours, but felt that this was going to be perfect, and perfection took time, patience, and sometimes an adherence to older methods as well. The Chiss went to a nearby sink and cleaned the filthy animals blood from his hands, thoroughly sickened the life force of such a weak creature had blemished his pale blue skin. He would be punished for daring to bleed upon him. But later, after the Sith had completed his garments that would make him at least carry an appearance worthy of being in the company of other Sith instead of this CEDF uniform. Stitching the outfit was simple, Nokrt always appreciated the sharpness of an Imperial uniform, and decided to come up with something similar with a dark deep grey tough but lightweight. fabric. I lightweight durasteelfiber underarmor with a softer silkier fabric, completed the three layers. Comfortable and yet protective, a perfect combination. The Chiss spent the next few hours stitching together the outfit, and by the time he was finished the Weequay hide should have tanned. He stood up and walked over to the furnace and the hide had turned into a deep black. the scales had seemingly melted somewhat into a single hardedned leather, thick and shining as if it all formed one massive scale. The Sith Lord removed it from the Furnace, and began to use the Force to bend the hot leather into a proper shape for pauldrons and a high collar, as well as a covering of the top of his chest, like a half a breastplate that flowed perfectly into the shoulder pauldrons. He placed it and with difficulty given the hardness of the leather, stitched it into the top of the garments. It was missing something, and the Sith Lord knew what nearly immediately, he had not given it any power amplification, nothing holding the force to give him extra strength, and edge in any way, and the Chiss rushed to create some new crystals in the same fashion he did before when making one for his lightsaber, this time he made five, shaping them into two smaller, about 2 inches in diameter, that he fit into the cuffs like oversized cufflinks. The other three were carved to look like the Sith Order Emblem, which Nokrt fitted into the front of the hard leather breastplate. The crystals would be reservoirs and amplifiers of the Force, allowing him extra opportunity should he needed. The Sith Lord put on his robes and felt himself now that he was in them. He pondered for a moment on his next project and began to design schematics for a gift to the Dark Lord for his allowance of rejoining the Sith.

Nokrt was displeased that the man he had greeted refused to greet him back, perhaps he had turned to stone in the wake of everything occuring on this station, the Chiss was unsure, but he ushered the still body of Yue and his servant outside of the door to the prisons and slammed it shut. It was displeasing to be so held up from working, from training himself in the Dark Side of the Force, from mastering the Krath arts he had been advised he was suited for so long ago by Master Dagon. This time, his success would turn heads, this time, his accomplishments and even his failures would still be volatile enough to aid the Sith back to inummerable power that they had never known. The Chiss had nearly been a Sith Master before, and he would not lose the opportunity to become one now. Nokrt stepped around the alchemy lab and was impressed by the stores that it held. Plenty of crystals, venoms, entrails and the various other ingredients Krath have used to create the fearsome weapons, armors, and creations in the past. The Chiss could barely wait to see how he could go ahead and use these items to amplify his skills and the skills of the Sith Order, how he could make his foes on one stab of his blade be infected with a poison that would kill them regardless of if he stuck around to fight or not, to create monsters to unleash against the foes of the Order. Creations were not the only power the Sith Lord desired to make his own, commanding the power of the Force to manipulate the environment, becoming more pronounced in his skill of Geomancy, or identifying the elements and arranging the Force in ways to recreate them, sending the powers of Fire, Lightning, Ice and the like against his foes giving the Sith the upperhand in any battle he participated in. The Chiss could hardly wait to begin, to show the galaxy his prowess, to defeat Furion as he had so challenged Nokrt to do. Then he looked down at his CEDF garb, his lack of a lightsaber, his lack of his poisoned weapons, he was ill equipped to be a master at the present, and the creation of his items he required would be necessary for him to even begin to expand his knowledge of the Sith's Krath Arts. Annoyed with his lack of everything, the Sith knew what he needed first. A Lightsaber, it was the tool of a Sith, something, even if he wasn't fond of it, was a status symbol of him being a part of the order. Nokrt had quite a bit of experience creating lightsaber crystals, as he was instructed by Zadkiel all those years ago, creation of a crystal powerful enough to benefit the force user who was using it would require unrestricted emotion to be poured into the crystal, forging it to be a true partner to the Sith who made it. The Chiss had not forgotten, but he had learned to control his emotions so now he wasn't causing outbursts at every available opportunity, but this would require hatred and infusion of the Dark Side unlike anything the Sith Lord had done in nearly half a decade. Turning on his heel and facing the prison block on the opposite side of the wall from the ingredients and saw cages and prison bars filled with various things from Vornskrs to Calamarians. The Sith knew what he would need to do, he would need to let go, and gather the Dark Side to him once more. Nokrt closed his eyes and thought of the sins he so enjoyed, of the carnal pleasures he had, the people he gored, murdered, ate. He thought of the feeling of hot thick pools of blood trickling down his face. He desired it again, to be coated and drenched. To have the only part of his body not be drenched in the dark deep red of life would be his luminescent red eyes. The Dark Side rushed to his call and the doors off one of the cages holding a young human woman burst open and the Sith rushed inside with her, pressing his hand to her throat while the punch dagger in his hand drove deep into her side. As she gasped for air, the Sith's hand grabbed tighter and moved violently to the left, snapping the helpless woman's neck. Removing his hand the Sith took a large bite out if her neck and blood exploded from it, covering the Sith Lord's face and splashing all over his robes. Finally feeling submerged in the Dark Side once more, the Sith Lord could feel another life waning in the abdomen of the Woman. Using the Force, the Sith crushed the woman's feeble and weak spawn, and swept her aside with ease as he made his way to the furnace, pulling ingredients down from the shelves as he made his way, and throwing them all in without moving a muscle on his body. The fires were roaring and the Sith focused his malice and commanded the Force to carry it toward the furnace itself, imbuing each crystal with the Dark Side, with the malice of a Sith who had been blocked on his way to mastery who had been genetically modified, who had been killed by two former Emperors, his hatred was strong, his malice was stoic. He wanted to be superior to all who came before him, and he would accomplish such, and this, this crystal would be the start of a future where he ruled supreme over the Krath and eventually the Sith. Shapes began to form into the crystal, but the Krath-bound Sith knew he needed more to make this lightsaber truly his. He took Furion's dagger and drove only the tip into his arm driving it across the arm and controlling his blood to become a part of the crystal as it formed. The Sith kept his focusing, moving more and more of his own blood into the crystal as it continued to grow in the exceptional flames of the furnace, growing in size with every moment the Sith kept his focus. The crystal had finally grown to it's full form, and the Chiss removed it from the fires, placing on a nearby table to cool. soon enough the Chiss was able to pick it up and marvel at his handiwork while his arm continued to drip blood all over the place. Numb to the pain the revelry of his own success, Nokrt gathered the necessary parts for his lightsaber from the cabinets of supplies around him and within moments had forged his new weapon and was holding it in his hand. The top clawed inwards like a TIE Interceptor of a Chiss Clawcraft, and it was sleek, metallic, with blackened rancor hide on the hilt for a comfortable hold. With a familiar snaphiss the dark crimson blade erupted from the lightsaber and the Chiss regarded it as if he had never seen something so beautiful in his life. He had forgot why Sith loved their lightsabers as much as they did, and seeing this, he recalled completely why. The crystal, the blade, was truly an extension of his will, an extension of his power. No sword, no matter how powerful, competed with the abilities this lightsaber could give him. Nokrt took his blade over to the dead impregnated human female and shoved her on a meat hook nearby, suspending her shortly before he swung his blade upward, bisecting the bloated corpse and allowing the two pieces to fall to the floor. Twirling the blade just so, he cut the woman into small pieces and tossed the pieces into the cages of the animals and sentient beings nearby. "Dinnertime," he said coldly as he turned around to look for some information on armor crafting.

"Words. Let us see what your actions say." Nokrt was preparing himself, tryng to draw the Force to him should the Dark Lord challenge him with a test of his ability at this very moment, however, it was all for naught, before he had a chance to gain power to him, the pwoer of another found him. A vicegrip began to tighten around his neck, threatening to remove the Chiss's head through sheer pressue. Involutnarily, the Sith Lord's hands rushed to his throat to remove the life threatening grasp he found himself in. When his hand's only touched his own skin, he knew what had happened. "Remind me, what good is a dead Sith?" Nokttin'okr'tihnt tried to find his voice, but his breath had aleady become hard to find, slowly being stolen by his assailant, who he could now assume was the Dark Lord himself. He had failed, the Dark Lord did not need him, as much as he was unneeded in other parts of the galaxy, he was outcast and useless, his abilities overlooked. The Chiss did not allow the thoughts to overcome him, he wanted his place in the galaxy, he desired it, and the words of a Dark Lord would not change his mind on where he belonged. with what little amount of the Force he had he desperately thought of what he could in answer, hoping the Dark Lord could read his internal monologue. Unless being used to create a zombie Sith army, dead Sith are useless, "You can forget about serving the Order because frankly, I am the Order. They all exist to serve me and through me grow themselves, so they in turn help themselves by helping me. You help neither me, nor yourself by presenting yourself weaponless. Forget about Jedi, even amidst your own kind you know full well you are in danger. Walking around without so much as a lightsaber is a declaration of weakness, no? So, I think it would be best if you brandished something before going anywhere else." Nokrt knew now this meeting was inevitable. Had he had any weapons he was to relinquish them to the interrogator before he even arrived here. This was planned, possibly since he announced himself in system, the Dark Lord had known how this would end. Nokrt tried to think of a way to communicate, to let Julio know how he would not betray him, but the vicegrip began to grow tighter, causing the blue face of the Chiss to grow paler in the lack oxygen. The Chiss's vision began to blur, his body started to go numb. "I honestly do not care if you live or die, but I will not throw away potential resources without reason. So long as you prove useful, you stay alive, but I would like to see some effort on your part to make that a little easier for me." Nokrt could barely hear him now, but he focused on every word that Julio said, knowing at the very end, the Dark Lord was punishing him for being gone, for lacking loyalty, for lacking the resolve to be the Sith Master he should have been by now. The Chiss clinged onto this thought knowing his end had not come so qucikly after his rebirth into the galaxy. "This is the last free thing you will ever get from me." He felt weight upon his hand and a release from the grip that threatened his life. Once he was on his knees, he glanced in his hand and saw a small dagger, simple, but the simplest weapon was something to defend himself wit, but not now. The man had earned Nokrt's respect, and solidified his place as Dark Lord in the mind of the Chiss, he would serve him, until he was strong enough to usurp him. Nokrt got to his feet and stood in front of the dark lord, noticing now he was drenched in his own sweat, and his hair was untidy and wet. "You will want to find Yue in the prison block. You two will be working together on your studies in alchemy until the time is right. Then I will have other work for you. If there is nothing else, you are dismissed." The Chiss bowed low to his Dark Lord. "I appreciate the opportunity to serve, mi'lord" Raising his head made his way to the door he had come through, not having the faintest idea of where anything on this station was located. The Sith Lord marched through the corridors and staircases that were throughout the massive station until he saw one of the red robed servants who had escorted him to the Dark Lord. He stood in front and pointed his gifted dagger at them. "The Dark Lord has ordered me to the Prison Block, escort me there." The acolyte didn't move and the Sith Lord lowered his dagger, a frown crossing his face. He walked about aimlessly through the station, going up random corridors and pathways until he arrived at living quarters on the station. Nearly all the rooms were locked and the Chiss perused until he found an open one, locking the door behind him and undressing, throwing his clothes into the wash and taking a shower to clean himself from the stench of space and sweat. After a relaxing shower, the Sith Lord redressed in the modified CEDF uniform he had, and placed the dagger in belt before leaving the room, making his way through more halls until he had his sense of direction on this place established. After hours of walking, he had established a good sense of the station, and headed down a hall and elevator that led to the Prison Block. Here he saw a man crafting fire out of the Force, controlling its size and radiance. It was impressive to watch. Nokrt had seen Pyromancy in the past, and attempted to experiment with it himself, but found himself having trouble with it. Perhaps now with his more clear and logical mindset, he may be able to accomplish it. "Excuse me for interrupting Lord Yue," he said entering the threshold of the makeshift lab in the Prison Block, "Our Dark Lord has requested I, Sith Lord Nokittin'okr'tihnt, come here to study the Krath Arts alongside you. If you are wondering my qualifications, I have studied under a few Sith Masters before this and have been able to produce poison infused weapons, Ligthsaber Crystals born of my own malice, amongst other fine products that the Order could use." ((Yue, you don't have a Character Sheet in the RP Databank so I am completely guessing off your join date that you are a Sith Master)) EDIT: Changed title for Yue from Master to Lord per his actual rank.

What was preached by the Dark Lord were true, and he could see why Julio had become the Dark Lord, why the red robed men were so subservient. His vision for the Sith was grand, and Nokrt respected him for it. Nokrt was prepared to become a member of this new Sith Order, under Julio's command. If his former brother had come so far, there isn't anyone else he could trust to lead the Sith to new heights, even himself. "You can swear to Dark Lords until this galaxy collapses in on itself. No, what I want is for you to fundamentally understand that it is I and none other than holds your reins. That you carry out my orders like they are from the mouth of Darkness itself and know that if you do not suffering will be the only future you have left. You will do this until the day you are strong enough to stand before as an individual and strike me down to take my place. Until that day, everything you have I will give you. Everything you want will be mine to give. All you have to do is prove to me you want it. Is that understood." The words were powerful, Julio had given the Chiss permission, should he ever grow strong enough, to destroy him, and all he asked for was servitude from the Stih Lord until he was ready to do so. It was a grand promise, and the Chiss was enthused to hear it. He immediately rose from his seat and knelt into a bow to the Dark Lord. "I swear to you, my better, Julio Wartide, Dark Lord of the Sith, my servitude and respect. I swear to come when beckoned, kill when ordered, and fight in your name until such a time that I can make the demand for your title and win it from you."

Nokrt stood up fromt he table and made a short bow toward the monotonous interrogator, who then stood up himself and led the Sith Lord through a passageway filled iwth outhers in the same style of robes as himself. Had Nokrt not focused his mind upon the interrogator who led him, he may have surely lost which one he was amongst the small throng which surrounded him as they passed in the various hallways which he was being led. The escort was silent and obedient, perfect servants to the Sith Order, clearly the Order had changed from the Chiss's last close involvement, and it seemed for the better. They passed through a large open room and the Sith Lord saw no familiar faces. How long had he been gone? How did he not recognize the faces around him. It was a lonliness the Sith Lord had not expected in a place filled with people. Strange as it may sound, the Sith Lord was beginning to hate his lone wolf aspect of his career in the galaxy thus far. Perhaps once he spoke to the Dark Lord he would be allowed take on an apprentice. Soon, they had arrived at a doorway, which the interrogator leaned against and had somehow made open. The Chiss did not know, and he did not see or feel in the Force how it was accomplished, perhaps the mechanism used an older rite to enter, he would make a mental note and figure it out later. The Sith Lord was beckoned to go through the dark hole in the corridor, he was uncertain of what he could find there, perhaps a creature of dark origins lived within and he was being punished by facing it alone, or being devoured by it. Or perhaps the new Dark Lord simply preferred the seclusion. Either way, Nokrt was not hopeful of his situation, the ball was outside his court so to speak. He walked through the doorway, not knowing what to expect. Once he had stepped into the doorway, followed closely by the red-robed interrogator, Nokrt saw a few new face in front of him, yet the one that caught him, was an old one. Sitting down was a man he had known from a long time before. Julio Wartide, the Sith Lord who Nokrt had met at the Sith Temple on Coruscant. The man looked nearly the same, slightly aged, older, but the same. The Chiss wondered if he should approach him and greet him as an old aquaintance, but the thought was removed from his mind. "Have a seat. I will be with you in a moment." commanded Julio toward Nokrt as he entered the room, and it was then that Nokrt understood, Julio had grown leaps and bound from where he was in the past. He was the Dark Lord of the Sith. Still trying to wrap his mind on how far he had lagged behind those in the order, and how long he was truly gone, the Chiss did as instructed, avoiding conflict in desire to be part of the Order fully once more, and proving himself to the galaxy beyond the conditions that made him a Sith Lord. Taking a seat in the provided seating in front of Julio, Nokrt focused on what he desired out of his re-joining with the Sith Order. He wanted to master the Force, the Krath arts, and beyond, and closing his mind to the bloodthirst of his past would be the only means of accomplishing this. "What exactly are you offering me, Lord Nokttin'okr'tihnt?" came the calm voice of the Dark Lord, and the Chiss was surprised to hear the name pronounced as if it were done in Chenuah by another Chiss. This Dark Lord was remarkably well versed, and Nokrt respected this. The Chiss had no trinkets to give the Dark Lord, and it was likely someone in that seat of power would never be persuaded of one's loyalty by providing a gift, no, the Dark Lord would require loyal Lords and Masters to serve his will, and do with as he needed, and it was something Nokrt could readily give. "I am offering you myself, mi'lord", said Nokttin'okr'tihnt cordially to the Dark Lord, "everything I have, everything I do, I can do on your command. I will be your most loyal servant, and prove myself the greatest asset to your strength."

The dull and emotionless words that echoed from the man's mouth were not organic. They lacked finesse or any sort of tone. Like a corporate banker, or a sabacc player. It was unnatural, which Nokrt could appreciate, given his initial training in the Krath, and how perverting the natural led to better creatures, stronger, and most of all, subservient to the Order. The Chiss could not help but wonder how this deadpan man was accomplished if the Krath arts were involved, and looked forward to training in them again soon. After hearing the request of the interrogator, the Sith Lord did not hesitate to reach into his robes and try to grab his weapons for the Sith Interrogator, however, there were none there. He was unarmed, no weapons were available to him and he simply placed his hands on the table in front of them, for the interrogator to see. "Unfortunately, to my shame, it appears I am unarmed, aside the Force Powers that I had trained myself in. Unless you have ysalimiri to ensure one-hundred percent protection from me, you have no weapon to fear from me. As such, I am ready and willing to meet the Dark Lord if you have someone able to escort me to him."

The Chiss understood why his requests would recieve no answer, it was, again in these interrogation like situations, to be expected. Voicing his desires was all he could do, no bartering could be done here. "I have the exact location of each of those men and women who revived me should you desire them as well so you need not search for them." Nokrt interjected before the Interrogator began his second bit of questioning. "Tell me of the time when you were alive. Who were the people in charge, the events of the time, and your personal contacts? We need to contact them to verify parts of your story." Nokrt had to pause again as such details were not as 'as if it were yesterday' as some people would believe some memories to be. He had to think for a moment about who he was in contact with aside Emperor Deton. "When I was last alive," he began calmly, "I was reinstated into the service of the Galactic Empire. As a former Grand Admiral, the Empire seemed to want to have use of me, and Emperor Deton was the only man whom I was in contact with, within the Empire itself. Yet I still had my allegiance to the Sith Order as well, a young Sith named Julo Wartide was in contact with me about a plan to overthrow the Emperor as well, though the Emperor himself seemed to be aware and, again, sent me on my suicide mission. In the past I have been in contact with others of the order, Draken Shadowlord, Alora are notables in that list that I can recall at the forefront of my mind."

Nokrt did not even ponder to disobey. His new body and long absence into the unknown of death had shown him quite a bit more paitence than he allowed himself in the past, and he did not know the new Dark Lord of the Sith or how his regime ran, no reason to not make himself welcome to someone who had allowed him to live and set foot here in the first place. The Chiss followed the Sith who were sent to retrieve him out of the hangar bay, leaving the old ship behind, slightly glad to be rid of it. In the walk the Sith Lord noticed extensive amounts of men and women, robed who stood statuesque along the corridors Nokrt ventured down. He pondered momentarily of their purpose, if it was training or were they simply waiting to be activated and strike the Sith Lord down should he pose himself a traitor to the order? Nokrt decided it didn't matter either way, he would not be a traitor to the Dark Lord and should they be training then so be it. He heard the call of the red robed Sith bringing him forward into a doorway and Nokttin'okr'tihnt entered dutifully. The room was a bright white, which may be too much for other beings, but was only slightly agitating to the Chiss, who grew up on Csilla, an ice covered planet which is almost always white and bright. Still, this room seemed unnaturally bright, even by comparison to Csilla, or even his short stay on Hoth, it started to grate on him how bright it seemed to increase, and he wanted out of this room as soon as he could. "Why don't you have a seat? Depending on your cooperation, this will not take long." Nokrt bowed in agreement and took a seat he was gestured to, and saw that the other Sith did the same, making this feel cordial, rather than an interrogation, which was obviously what it was. The Chiss Sith Lord was not surprised and would cooperate as he, again, had no intentions of being a turncoat to the Order. "Now, to get started I'd like to ask you a few questions. Our records show that it has been quite some time since you've come into the Order proper. Where have you been all this time? Who have you been in contact with? And, who was it that hinted that you should come to the Maw of all places to find us?" Nokrt didn't pause for long as he listened to the interrogators questions and formulated the responses. "To be honest, I was deceased. The Emperor at the time had a grudge against me and decided to send me on a suicide run which I, as an honor bound man, went on to certain death. Needless to say the Emperor accomplished his goal and I was parted from the living world until I was cloned on my homeworld of Csilla. This would explain my long absence as I didn't have a clone on ready backup, they had to start work from the ground up. It was they who took these months of growing me back to full strength into searching for the Order so that I would have clear direction on where to go should I awake. I don't know how they did it, but given Chiss have been used as Imperial spies in the past, amongst other notable roles, I could assume they tailed some of your people to this general area, as all I had was this location loaded in my astorgation computer aboard the elderly shuttle now sitting in the Hangar Bay." The Chiss paused after answering all thw questions posed to him, but then continued. "As I understand it from my communications with the station before boarding, this place is meant to be a well kept secret, so if you are to kill them off to make sure there are no loose ends, could I humbly ask to give them honorable deaths, by accident or something. After all they did for me and bringing me back to the world of the living, I owe it to them to ask at least that much, though if you can't and prefer to send out Apprentices to blast their eyes out to submerge them in the Dark Side properly, I fully understand.

The operators response was not unexpected. The Sith Lord had not been in known space for some time, and thus his loyalty, where he had been, how he knew where to go to find the Sith, all reasonable questions with reasonable answers the Chiss knew and was prepared to give to whomever escorted him to the Dark Lord of the Sith. Yet, while he was given clearance codes, he was not given any information regarding piloting through the Maw and how to prevent himself from being killed here. No tractor beam, no astrogation charts. Nokrt would have to rely on the skill he once carried as a Pilot and Grand Admiral for the Galactic Empire in their prime some years ago. He recalled some of the more glorious battles he participated in, wiping out wave after wave of Republic fighters as he relished in the glory of battle. His mind was calm now though compared to the emotion driven maniac he once was, and perhaps the compilation of skill and fortitude would be enough to get him through the cluster of dealdy black holes that plagued this area. He throttled forward into the gauntlet of black holes, knowing that his use of intellect would not be enough to know where the pull of the Maw was, the Chiss breathed in deep and called upon the Force to guide him, commanding the Force about him, he could feel it ebb and flow through the space about him, and where the Force was also being lost to the pull of the Maw. He could sense where the pull of these space Charibdis' were, and steered his ship within them moving the throttle up and down to boost through portions of the maw where the pull would slowly take him in if he had slowed down, and slowing down before beng sucked head on into another black hole. After an hour of death defying flight, the Chiss made it to a clearing where a clearly visible space station was seen floating perfectly between the death ridden Maw. The Chiss Sith Lord was in awe at the station itself, as it was truly an accomplishment of enginerring. He would have to praise the Dark Lord for this feat. The old shuttle landed in the open hangar bay that he could see available and the Chiss landed softly, opening up the ramp to the shuttle, and walking down, awaiting his retrieval by the Sith Masters he was told would be bringing him before the Dark Lord.

Nokttin'okr'tihnt was unsurprised by the reaction to his arrival in the Maw. He had not yet discovered the location he seeked, but now he knew his information had to be correct. His underlings had done well in loading his ship with the coordinates to the Maw at the very least, after rumors of Sith having been seen coming to and from the location for a time. Nokrt was hoping their information was good, it seems it was. He waited only a moment, his eyes fixated on the wormhole ridden space around him, trying to keep himself from being sucked into singularity. The demons within him that once presented themselves as a bloodlusting lunatic were gone and the newfoudn professional Sith Lord that Nokttin'okr'tihnt was now had taken hold. He moved his pale blue hand to the console and replied with a stern voice that was quite becoming of his new self. "This is a shuttle bearing Sith Lord Nokttin'okr'tihnt who is en route to meet with the Sith Order, and show fealty to the current Dark Lord of the Sith. Given the difficulty of the trek to your rumored station, I will await your approval, astrogation chart to your location for a safe approach, or a tractor beam to pull me to the station if you have such things at your disposal" The Sith Lord released the comm and waited, staring into the pitch black spots of space that were the death to many spacers who tried to find new trade routes through this sector of space. The amount of death that happened here should be able to be felt, but the blackholes seemed to suck even the feeling of death and malice out of Space. The Dark Side itself could only just be felt so close to these powerful machinations of nature. Nokrt leaned back in his chair and thought on that subject, thought on the philosophy of a life disconnected from the Force, and how empty it must feel to not have such a connection. He felt sad for the universe without the access to the Force and it's infinite power.

A shuttle bearing the reborn Sith Lord Nokrt appeared in hyperspace well outside of the known deadzone for spacers known as The Maw, a place where black holes existed in close proximity and had swalled the lives of many Spacers who tried to expedite hyperspace travel. How it was discovered? The Chiss never wanted to know, but it was here, and so was his destination. The Chiss shuttle moved slowly through the marked lanes of traffic, until he knew he had to be within sensor range and have a tractor beam pull him in the rest of the way without the worry of being sucked into oblivion. The Chiss pressed a few buttons on his dashboard and streamed out his Chiss codes simultaneous with his old Sith codes he had for when the temple was still on Coruscant. He waited to be granted authorization to be allowed to land on the Sith station.

This man had not accounted to much when he was alive. He was an Imperial Pilot and showed off his skills to the universe at large who had not seen much of his blue skinned race in over a thousand years. He then rose in rank and eventually became Grand Admiral, marshalling the navies of the Empire on the whim of the Emperor, waging war when needed. He was also a Sith who underwent great training to bring himself to the level of Sith Lord and beyond. He studied the Krath arts under the new structure put in by Sith Emperor Kakuto Ryu, and studied under many Sith Masters under his tenure to achieve the rank of Sith Master himself, most memorably the seductress and masterful illusionist Alora, who taught the Sith Lord useful techniques, both in the Force and otherwise. Yet he fell, over and over again he fell to enemies, and experiments and contrived fools who sent him on suicide runs for the Empire. A time long passed since then, and the Sith Lord had not lived, not moved, not progressed. He was lost to the universe, except to those who apparently still recalled loyalty to him, and attempted to make him be once more. Slaves of his will, people who blindly followed him and were branded traitors by the Chiss government. Within a year they had ascertained the items to create a cloning cylinder capable of cloning a force sensitive and the Sith Lord was reborn. Nokttin'okr'tihnt awoke and saw the Chiss around him, and knew at once where he was. He closed his eyes a few more time to adjust to the light in the room and sat up and looked at the staff who seemed to be impressed with themselves. The Sith Lord looked about and wondered if his powers still worked, but decided to not kill those who had proved themselves useful for him. He noticed none of the staff approached, probably fearing him doing what he had just thought as well. "Please, come forward," he said formally in his native tongue, "tell me what has transpired, you have no reason to fear me, for you have my eternal gratitude for your service to me." The Chiss around him seemed to trust him readily and a female came forward and spoke to him regarding the events which had occured over the time the Sith Lord was being recreated. Nokrt was worried about the loss of the Empire, but upon hearing the resurgence of the Sith Order, and of the new Dark Lord, Nokrt was most hopeful. The new Dark Lord was a man he knew of from the old days, and to have him be Dark Lord seemed like a fantastic step for a more logically ruthless Sith Order, rather than the reckless abandon and directionless Order he had once served in. Nokrt stood up and looked into a mirror to see his appearance was virtually unchanged. He was a handsome man for a Chiss, and perhaps even for those who did not fear his red eyes in the rest of the galaxy. His hair was shorter but he would grow it out a bit to suit his personal taste. To top it off, he was wearing what looked like a modified CEDF uniform which seemed quite fitting for him. He would have to take this design in notice when creating his own armors with the Krath techniques he had studied. He turned back to the Staff and made a short bow out of courtesy. "Consider your funding for your facility tripled from where it previously was, continue to keep up this facility and recruit more people who are sick of the old ways of the Chiss to your cause and we will rewin our home eventually for us to govern as we please." The people thanked the Sith Lord for his generosity and Nokrt took it as he was meant to. He had learned much about himself in death, perspective came about him, and the need to murder without purpose was lost. The personel noted to him they had a shuttle to get him wherever he needed to go, and the Sith Lord bowed once more and was led to a shuttle which he boarded and left his cold homeworld behind him, hoping to return one day, and restore Order to his people.

*UPDATED AS OF 04/26/2012*

As he was now a student of the Dark Lord of the Sith himself, Nokrt was extremely attentive to each word that passed from his master's mouth. The short speech that was given was concise, and Nokrt appreciated that without these poetic analogies he was meant to figure out from other masters as to what it was they wanted him to accomplish. The Chiss kept bowed before his master until the statement was completed and the Chiss was permitted to rise and accept the new instrument that was meant to aid and improve Nokrt's knowledge and mastery of the Force. The Chiss reached out and allowed his hands to grasp the cloth which had blanketed the orb which Master Dagon had described and could feel its power pulse within the Force as he had it within his grasp. He had not gazed on the beautiful polished onyx-colored orb within, but he knew nonetheless that it was immaculate from its presence within the Force. He took the orb and placed it within one of the oversized pockets within his robes before turning back to his master bowing low as a man the Chiss recognized had emerged into the room. ”œI will return when I have thoroughly exhausted those texts milord,”

Nokrt kept his head low as the Dark Lord recited the Oath of the Krath, allowing the words to command the room about him as if it were some ancient ceremony where one was bestowed great honor by the King. The process was Knightly, and Nokrt took the honor well, not especially knowing how he had deserved the honor to train under the most powerful Force User in the galaxy. He assumed there was some fine tuning in his genetics upon his rebirth, making him a bit more obedient and less of the loose cannon than he was formerly. The Chiss was able to look at all problems rationally and noticed this since his rebirth and he was proud that he was finally perfected, abilities with the Force aside. The Chiss remained with his face into the mirror and within it he saw himself change near the end of the Dark Lords recital of the Oath, his eyes glowed a darker red than he had ever known, his skin grew a tinge greyer than its normal blue, and with that a surge of the Dark Sid came over him, and he could feel its tinge throughout every cell in his body, weaving through him and infecting him. Nokrt could feel his power within the Force multiply and he smiled at the accomplishment. He then recited the Oath back to his Master, accepting the Krath way as his personal code, and awaited further instruction.

Without much of a pause the Dark Lord’s droid ushered the Chiss to follow him. Nokrt was not fond of following any sort of droid, but his duty to the Sith required many tasks he found distasteful, and the Sith Lord followed the machination as he led him through the intimidating fortress of the Dark Lord Dagon. The ancient and loyal styled architecture of the primary floor was fascinating, showing homage to the Old Sith Empire in every detail. Nokrt found himself fond of how entrancing and powerful the main lobby was as he walked with the droid, as it led him to the Dark Lord. Within moments the droid arrived at what appeared to be a service lift, not nearly as ornate as the rest of the building around the Chiss, and was quite plain and the Chiss strode upon the platform while the droid prepared them for their descent into whatever laid below in this Fortress. With a metal clank, the elevator began to move down slowly own into the subterranean of the fortress, and Nokrt could feel himself getting warmer and warmer as they descended into the realm of the Dark Lords work with the Krath. As the slow moving elevator clinked its way further and further, the heat began to rise until Nokrt pondered if he were descending into the hell they were hoping to avoid. The Chiss soon felt the heat come over him, and him being from a winter based climate, he was not holding well with the amount of heat that was protruding from the fires of the Dark Lords legacy. Nokrt focused the Force to himself, and slowed down his heart casing his blood to pump slower causing his body heat to drop, cooling himself by mere will. The feeling was comforting to the SIth Lord, and his command of the Force seemed not to have falter in his brief sabbatical. Focusing the Force to the world around him, the Chiss was able to pick up a sensational sight within this substructure of the Fortress, he saw the place was laced with the Dark Lords of the past, their presence lingering on after so many years. At last they had come to the bottom and the Protocol droid scurried off and a massive door swung open, inviting the Sith Lord in. With pleasure Nokrt did so but only after a large howl and the beginning of odd sounds. Nokrt focus himself on what was n the room which had just opened and he feel them working, the slaves of the Sith ensuring the progress of the Dark Lord’s research is completed to it’s fullest. Nokrt allowed a smile to crack his face. After some time spent maneuvering he was able to find the Dark Lord near a kiln which was burning as if it were connected to a heat vent from hell. The Dark Lord himself was impressive, with massive armor which suited his personal style and reputation Nokrt found the man quite well under-represented. He was impressive by every standard. Powerful in stature, and most impressive with the Force. Within moments a mirror appeared before Nokrt, and doing as he was instructed he knelt before his new Master looking himself in the eyes before reciting his first words to the Dark Lord. “I am ready for the Oath of the Krath be bestowed upon me, milord.”

For many months it had appeared the Sith Lord known as Nokrt had disappeared off the map since his departure to meet with a deceptive prick. However, the Sith Lord was always reborn anew for reasons beyond his own knowledge. At times he wished dead meant dead, but the Force and others always called him back to fulfill duties others or the galaxy itself needed him to fulfill. With each resurrection the Chiss always pondered on the will of the Force, and its obvious perversion with each return as he flew a shuttle that was awaiting him at his place of resurrection to the instructions indicated to him by the highest Krath himself. As the ship was making its way through hyperspace, Nokrt went into his personal quarters within the ship for some privacy as he checked his body for any cloning mishaps that may have happened. One time the Chiss had woken up a human and he did not wish to find something abnormal again. Cybernetics were all fine and well when implemented, but extra organs or too few would be more of a hassle to live with. After thorough inspection Nokrt decided the Men and Women upon the planet of Korriban would keep their lives and earn his gratitude upon his next visit. Dressing himself in his robes, the Sith Lord returned to his cockpit in time for him to hear the alarm going off that he was within acceptable range to exit hyperspace over Lord Dagon’s planet of Ziost. Lowering the throttle and shifting out of hyperspace the Sith-marked shuttle ejected out of hyperspace above the mountainous planet of Ziost, home of the Sith Species and inherently the Sith Order. Setting in auto-pilot to the destination given within his private comm from Dagon himself. The ship eased itself in and began to enter the atmosphere blaring the codings to not be blown away by the defenses of Dagon’s facility as he eased his way within. Eventually, the ship touched down on a hangar within the fortress itself, and as the bay doors closed the Sith Lord waited for his ramp to open so he could walk down and instruct the nearest droid to do as he willed. And sure enough when he came down his ramp a black protocol droid stood awaiting his arrival. The Sith Lord walked down the ramp and the protocol droid gave him a short bow which Nokrt did not return as he had a certain distaste for droids being they were not of the Force and he had no ability to fully control them as he wished. “Protocol Droid,” he began “please alert Master Dagon his new pupil has arrived. He should be expecting me per his invitation.” The droid then scurried off to inform Dagon of Nokrt’s arrival for further instruction in Sith Alchemy. As Nokrt stood around and awaited the droid or Dagon himself to retrieve him, Nokrt felt out with the Force to attempt to find who else was present, and a seductive influence in the Force itself existed, his one night lover Mistress Alora, who instructed him in Sith Illusions and Seduction. Nokrt allowed himself a small smile and he felt another along with Alora, familiar but not more than an acquaintance.

NOKRT'S CHARACTER SHEET Identity [!ident] Real Name: Nokttin'okr'tihnt A.K.A: Nokrt Homeworld: Csilla Species: Chiss Physical Description [!dscrp] Age: 26 Height: 6'5" Weight: 175 Hair: Medium-Long Black Hair. Eyes: Red (completely) Sex: Male Equipment [!equip] Clothing or Armor: Cortosis Woven Underarmor; Sith Robes Weapon: Crimson Lightsaber Common Inventory: Comlink, Beckon Call Faction Information [!factn] Force User Alignment: Lawful Evil Current Faction Affiliation: Sith Order/Krath Current Faction Rank: Sith Lord History [!hstry] Force Side: Dark Side Trained by: Zadkiel Trained who: Det Jusaka, Cathair Breslin, Doran Krote Known Skills: Nokrt is great with the Sith Arts and is practiced in Illusions, Geomancy and Pyromancy. He also is a known Alchemist forging weapons and equipment of great power. Background: Nokttin'okr'tihnt or Nokrt was born in Csaplar the capital of Csilla and the Chiss Ascendancy. His life was quite uneventful until the age of 14 when he offically was inducted to the Military Academy on Csaplar. Nokrt sought to become the greatest student of the Ruling Families. He was taught inder some of the most renowned men the Chiss Expeditionary Defense Fleet (CEDF) had ever seen. Kres'ten'tarthi, Chaf'orm'bintrano, and many of the lieutenants of former Admiral Syndic Mitth'raw'nuruodo and his brother Syndic Mitth'ras'safis. His mastery of combat was unrivaled. Even Chaf'orm'bitrano commented on his excellence. Soon after graduation from the academy at the young age of 17, Nokrt soon climbed the ranks of the CEDF. By the age of 23 hes was an Admiral in the CEDF and was the highest in command at the moment. Howver complications arose. Chaf'orm'bitrano was worried about the Young Admiral. He started to show traits he hade never seen. He could constantly redirect roops and ships to the exact location the needed to be in as if he knew it was already coming. Chaf'orm'bitrano then rembered another who had such skills. The Dark Jedi Sev'rance Tann who was a sevant of Count Dooku during the Clone Wars. On Nokttin'okr'tihnt's 25th Birthday Chaf'orm'bitrano decided to confront Nokttin'okr'tihnt about his true abilities and powers. He told Nokttin'okr'tihnt to leave the CEDF and pursue his future of becoming a force-user. Therefore Nokttin'okr'tihnt left the CEDF and headed for the core with a blood rage hatred toward the Chiss for convieniently banishing him from the post he loved so much. It was all Mitth'ork'atin's fault. He had wanted Nokttin'okr'tihnt's position for years now he has it. From that day forward Nokttin'okr'tihnt decided to put a jihad on the Chiss Ascendancy vowing to take control of it someday. Yet he was thwarted in his decision with a discharge from the Chiss Ascendancy and Instead he joined the Empire and is loving every moment of his life to a service so honorable. Since his service Nokrt had become an instructor at the Imperial Academy on Carida yet his time there was stopped by an assignment from Admiral Phillep. They then invaded Csilla capturing the Chiss capital and ennacted the vengeance he had beset upon them. And he returned to Carida to continue his pursuit in the Sith Teachings as a Hopeful once more. After nearly month of intense training under the Sith Lord Zadkiel Nokrt passed his trial and thus was granted the title of Sith Lord. Nokrt had studied to become a Sith Sorceror and had concentrated most of his efforts on the command of the force rather than Lightsaber combat. This led to him practicing the Form Ataru which allowed him to control his lightsaber through the force with a bit more ease than he normally would. Now, the Sith Lord has been called upon by Admiral Phillep to command the newly founded Venom Division alongside fellow Sith Lord Revan Khanjell. The Venom Division will be an Elite Space Marine Squadron and even today looks for more recruits. This eventually led him to the position of Grand Admiral when all else in the Empire failed to deliver action. The white uniform fit perfectly, and respect came to him. However soon all was compromised, and the Sith Lord felt empathetic when he found classified files of the Empire's treatment of his people. He left both the Empire and Sith Order to help the Chiss gain independence. Though it was all for naught, he was killed early in the Battle, and the Chiss were lost to greater Imperialists. He was recloned soon after though experimented on, he came out human, and in his anger at his pale skin he killed the geneticists and escaped to try and search for a Krath with the knowledge to put him back. However he ran into a bounty hunter, and the two of them clashed like gods against each other though in the end, Nokrt fell in battle. It was many years before he returned, and when he did he was reposted to his Grand Admiral position, leading a new portion of the Empire under a new Emperor. He trained a new force-using squad for the Emperor, and then, in the end, led an assault on Gala, ending in flame as the Emperor's plans were folly. Nokrt however, was reborn, and reborn in anger. He acted on this anger and left the Empire, making his way to his to the Sith Order to finally attain mastery in the Dark Side. Ship Registration [!ship] WILL AQUIRE NEW SHIP SOON Name: Class: Model: Manufacturer: Length: Armaments: Armor: Anti-Personnel Defenses: Appearance: Modifications:

Nokrt decided to show his detailed mastery of the Force. He was once a master to be, ready to take the trials and become a Sith Master of dominator of any foe who would cross him. The Force, which already surrounded him, came to his command with almost no required thought from the Sith Lord. He was birthed for this purpose, to be a master of the Force, and a competent non-liability anymore. Gesturing to the ground, the Sith commanded the force to uproot the earth, bringing a pillar of solid rock in the middle of the valley, it was not large, but at least three times normal human height. This alone was not spectacular, something Nokrt learned early in his Sith Lord days, no, he had to impress the Sith Master and show how well he can control and make the Force do his absolute bidding. He brought a image to his mind, three-dimensional, envisioning all pieces of it. He rushed the Force to the slab of earth, having it encircle his minds creation. Once in place the Krath kept hold of his design and gathered the Force once more letting it go with a massive blast causing rock to blow off the slab and dust covered the area for a moment. When the dust cleared, a statue made of Korriban's rock was on full display, and the statue was of Draken Shadowlord himself; Immortalized in the stone looking out into the Korriban sunset. Nokrt turned and hoped he had given the Master a good enough demonstration and then listened to his next words. Coming back to Coruscant would be difficult but under the veil of the Sith Temple it would be easier to do and certainly right under the nose of the Empire. Nokrt bowed to Master Shadowlord after he was told to make way, taking the letter along with him, and went back to his shuttle lifting off and departing from the planet.

Nokrt shifted for a second at Shadowlord's accurate recount of his past, it was true he had been brash, arrogant and foolish in his more youthful days as a young Sith Lord. However, over the years, and after many clonings, he has learned patience, and servitude, giving himself to the Dark Side, yet controlling its emotional power over him. Truly he was not a slave of it's will but not a slave to him, the flow of the Dark Side around Nokrt would clearly show his now eased approach with the Force opposed to the erratic ones which came before. Nokrt decided to end his pause and answer the Sith Master. ”œIt was simple, I needed discipline and to be a leader. I needed to learn the skills to have others learn knowledge successfully from me; to accept my orders, to taper myself and become truly a master of self. If I could not master my internal struggles with controlling the Dark Side, I was never going to be more than an arrogant foolhardy weapon of the Sith, and I desire to be much more than that. I had to choose the Empire to achieve that, and now that this has been achieved I am ready to return to the order as a more prominent and successful member than my past years showed.”

The stolen Imperial shuttle came out of hyperspace above the barren planet of Korriban. Out of the inside of the shuttle Nokrt gazed upon the darkness of space hovering about the planet, which since the beginning of its importance in galactic history, has been submerged fully in the dark side of the Force. The Chiss within the shuttle pressed in some codes and had his ship descend toward the infamous planet, plotting a course to land near the ancient Sith Tombs occupying some of the biggest threats the galaxy has ever known. With a easy entry the Sith Lord landed at an abandoned outpost nearby and exited his shuttle feeling the presence of an old acquaintance. After a short walk the Sith Lord saw the Sith Master in the midst of the Valley of the Dark Lords. When Nokrt was within a few meters of him he knelt and bowed before him. ”œMaster Shadowlord, I thank you for responding to my comm so quickly. If you do not remember me I am Nokrt, a Sith Lord. I recently realized my betrayal to the order serving the undeserving Galactic Empire and seek to Master the skills I had learned under my tutelage as a Krath so long ago, is there anyway you can help me achieve this goal?”

Lt. Skallig also made his way aboard the Super Star Destroyer and the small Battlegroup made its way to Coruscant.

---COMM TO ISD BLACK--- "Imperials, return to base, we have been called to Coruscant by the Emperor himself." ---END COMM---

The Grand Admiral recieved an urgent message from the Emperor and was annoyed by the request. His Knights training should come as priority but as always the Empire came first even if it meant botching a mission. Resigned by the superiority of the Emperor, Grand Admiral Nokrt went to his comm pressing a button and sending his message to all his units, both on Ilum and throughout the galaxy. "Imperials, return to base, we have been called to Coruscant by the Emperor himself. Knights you are close to the cave now get in and get out and on this ship now!" The Grand Admiral left his comm and went to his room brooding over the Emperor's plans and its future for the Empire. And for him. ((One post each of you. Post getting in a cave and getting out and aboard the Amaunator in one post. I don't care about length at this moment, blast a crystal off for all it matters. We have dwadled too long.))