Lord Ny'Zell Reign

-Encrypted comm to Piccolo- Piccolo, I have just recieved news from Milo Minderbinder directed to you, concerning the return of Smash Daisaku to the Black Sun. If more information is required, contact me at the citadel. -End of transmission-

After Mindan's departure, Reign wasted no time getting to the hangar where his shuttle was waiting. His flight droid executed a text book take off, while guiding the ship through the atmosphere then out into space. With the jump coordinates set, the shuttle entered hyperspace en route to Coruscant.

"Excellent! Good to have you on board for this project, Mindan. We should leave immediately for Coruscant. If you are traveling with me, my shuttle is waitng for us in the hangar bay."

"You would be second only to me and Piccolo, of course. You would be vital in recruiting various elements into this new citadel. I need someone who has knowledge of how the Black Sun operates. I have been gone for quite some time, but when I was in charge I was merely a figure head. Smart men hire smarter men to run their establishments. You are one of these men, Mindan. I need you to help me get the citadel up and running."

A distinctive click, echoed through the VIP suite. Reign pulled his concealed hand from beneath his coat, that lay upon his forearm, revealing a small hold out blaster. The blaster slid back into it's mechanically guided holster springwell. He stood up, putting his gray jacket back on, then walked over to where Mindan was standing. The look on the other man's face was one of shock and uncertainty. "I like you, Mr. Mindan. You chose well. And I am glad I didn't have to leave a burning laser hole through your skull. As you have already figured out, this was a test. I would never betray the Black Sun. To undermind something I helped create would be crazy, to say the least. I have already spoken with Piccolo about my little endevor to reopen the Black Sun citadel. I was told I could take personel resources and whatever personel I choose. So I chose you. Reigne turned away from Mindan to gaze out of the window that he had previously been looking through. "I have been watching you from day one, but was unsure. I needed to see your character and your resolve. You are exactly the type of man I was looking to recruit to be my second in command at the citadel. My offer still stands, my legitimate one, for the glory of the Black Sun and Piccolo. What do you say?"

Mindan's reaction to the question, intrigued Lord Reign. This man who sat in the room listening to his proposal, was truely a man of principles. A man of intelligence questions everything, but a fool will accept whatever he is given. "I assure you, Mindan, flattery has nothing to do with it. During my short time here, I have observed the work ethics and mannerisms of the different personal stationed at this facility. Out of all whom I have seen, you stand out above the rest. Your professionalism and attention to detail, are key factors in my choosing you for this potential promotion. To say it plainly, you are the best and I don't accept anything less than that. I would like to have you stand with me, as my second in command." Reign continued to pace the room, never taking his eyes off his visitor. He removed his jacket, folding it over his forearm, then took a seat directly across from Mindan. "This is a one time offer. I am taking a serious risk by exposing my plans and trying to recruit you into them. I will respect your decision either way. But I need your answer right now."

OOC: Sorry for the delay in my posting. I had some problems with my internet provider that were finally resolved. IC: "Thank you for coming. I have called you here because we have business to discuss. I have an upcoming business venture that requires a man of your talents and character. I plan to build my new corporation over the site of the old Black Sun Citadel on Coruscant. This corporation will be the new industrial power in the galaxy. I am sad to say that it will even bankrupt this great organization in the process. I have gathered enough resources, financial backing, and various silent partners to make all of this a reality. I need an inside guy, maybe even a sabotuer. What I need from you is access to all Black Sun trade routes, ship manifests, and a current list of all Vigos, serving along such routes. Of course, I will triple your current pay in exchange for your services. In the future, after the Black Sun is no more, there will be a place for you in my organization. So, what do you say, Mr. Mindan?" Reign slowly paced the room back and forth, keeping his blood red eyes fixed on Mindan. He watched Mindan's every gesture, critiquing his body body language and facial expressions, in anticipation of his response.

-Comm to Mindan- When you get some time I would like to talk with you. -End transmission-

Lord Reign's followed his hospitable host through the corridors of the Black Sun facility. The place was well maintained and appeared to the untrained eye to be brand new. His host was very informative, answering all of Reign's questions promptly and with great detail. His tone of voice carried authority and regality. One could be fooled into thinking that his host was of noble blood. Reign quickly dismissed his last thought. Mindan was obviously a man who took pride in what he was and represented. After being shown to his VIP suite and recieving the personal comm channel for Mindan, Reign returned the bow given to him. "I will be fine here. Thank you." Reign walked around his VIP suite inspecting all of the lavish designs and furniture that was used to decorate the room. He removed his jacket, folding it neatly before laying across the back of a chair. He stretched, exhaling heavily, while twisting his at the waste from left to right. He walked over to his large transparisteel windowand stood in front of it with his arms folded behind his back, staring out across the horizon.

Upon his approach to the landing coordinates given from the Black Sun transponder, out of the port side window, Reign witnessed two ships exit the base and proceed into space. He landed at hangar 1-A, then proceeded down the landing ramp, awaitng the Black Sun attachment to greet him. He had learned from his shuttle's transponder lock on the two exiting vessels, that one belonged to the man who he had came to speak with. Normally he would have taken the actions of Piccolo as an insult, but he himself had been head of a vast organization and knew the pressures of being the leader. Perhaps his host had a prior engagement and would return at his earliest convenience? A change of strategy was in order. Perhaps it was time to discuss matters the traditional way? Over comm. Reign always hated to talk shop over comm waves, because they were usually monitored by some information network specializing in intercepting encrypted signals. He would wait on Artus for a standard week, before attempting to reach Piccolo over Black Sun channels.

Reign's Lambda class shuttle arrives in orbit over Artus. (via secured Black Sun channels) This is Lord Reign. I have come to see Piccolo. Please transmitt landing codes and coordinates.

"Then I shall leave immediately for Artus. You are a credit to Piccolo and the Black Sun." Lord Reign gave a slight nod, then turned and reboarded his shuttle. The ship took off and streaked up into the stratosphere. Once the Lambda class shuttle entered space, Reign commed his droid pilot their new destination. The droid made course corrections for Artus, then engaged the hyperdrive systems.

[Lord Reign found the representitive to be very persuasive about his discretion in matters dealing with his boss, Piccolo. Before he spoke he wated until the two beings who had recently landed were helped and directed to wherever they may be going. He always considered himself a secretive man. Very reserved and evasive with information pertaining to his projects or himself.] I am the founder of the original Black Sun on Coruscant. As far as I know there was no one before me. Smash Daisaku was one of my Vigos before I left the organization for a seat on the senate. I later returned to the Black Sun as the chief of their research and developement department for biological/chemical weapons. I created the Black Star virus that was a genetically altered Chiss parasite that fed on midchlorians. I believe there are mutated or synthesized forms of the virus still around in production in the outer rims. My creation earned me status among the underworld's elite, so I decided to make my name legit by building my mobile space station Black X-1. I sold and manufactured all kinds of bio-enhancements, including weapons to all those who could afford them. For reasons I chooses no to discuss currently I had to abandon it. One of the last transmissions I recieved was that Black X-1 was being scrapped and scavenged. Then I lost contact with the A.I. aboard the space staion, only to find out that someone in the Black Sun had it destroyed. So in short, here I am. Back at one, so to speak. I have come here to offer my services to Piccolo. I wish to see the glory days again by strengthening this organization into what it once was.

OOC:Sorry I forgot to post my landing at the base. My computer had locked up for a few minutes while I was posting. IC: Lord Reign instructed his droid pilot, to follow the coodinates that were transmitted from the Black Sun's landing beacon. The droid pilot was everything Reign had wanted and more, well worth the credits spent. It was truely a remarkle construct. He barely felt the shuttle change its' approach vector, then slowly descend toward the landing platform. Lord Reign walked slowly toward the boarding ramp, waiting for the sounds of the shuttle's engines to power down. A chime came over the intercom, followed by depressurization of the ships inner cabin to match the outside atmosphere. He cautiously exited the ship, waiting for a representitive to greet him.

((Over the comm channel)) My business is personal in nature. What I have to discuss is for Piccolo's ears only. Just inform him that I will be available upon his request.

Dubrillion. A world that had always held a special fascination for Lord Reign. It was said to be a place for the the elite, the wealthy and the powerful. Qualities that he himself at one time or another possessed. His droid pilot was instructed to do a fly over so that he could take in all the splender of a place he had for so long dreamed about. Dreams. For the last ten years that all he did was dream. The sad truth about them is that they always end. Either when you wake up or when you realize your reaching for something that you can never truely have. The scenary was powerful and distracting. His mind had digressed from his true reason for coming to this place. It was time for him to come home. To the only home he had ever known. The Black Sun. He keyed his shuttle's comm station to an old encrypted channel used by the criminal element. (over the comm channel) This is Lord Ny'Zell Reign seeking an audiance with the current head of the Black Sun. I am requesting coordiantes and landing clearance.

CHARACTER SHEET Real Name: Lord Ny'Zell Reign Nickname: None Age: Unknown Species: Chiss Height: 6 ft Weight: 210 lbs. Hair: Dark blue Eyes: Red Sex: Male Homeworld: Unknown Alignment: Evil Clothing: Black Imperial Officer's uniform Weapon: Hold out blaster, Mandalore, his mind and what ever organization he is the head of. Non-Force User Inventory: Various inventions, comm unit Posessions: Black X-1(if it still exists), Former head of the Black Sun, and Lambda-Class Imperial shuttle.