Tarrian Skywalker

Ben, I would be glad to do it for you... I do lots of reading and beta'ing for fanfictions on a different site... and only am working part time so I have lots of time in the evenings to read... but I will understand if you want someone else to do it.

Wasn't bishops character rhonin or something... damn, now I am going to have to look it up... Rivan... blah.

hows come your sister wasnt invited to this little meeeting?

I want more....

I'm waiting too Ben... hell, it is one of the reasons I check in every day to see if you have posted a new chapter.

I have to agree with Obi-quiet... it was a little bit draggie, but then I am one that likes to skip over the detailing to get to the juicy parts. Good Job Ben... Can't wait for the next chapter.

Great second part. Can't wait to read the next installment.

Awesome job... more more more... Whoo hoo, I'm a psychiatrist... and I wrote books too.

Tarrian looked around her surroundings and nodded to the woman who had welcomed her. It had been a long time since someone had used her first name for anything. It almost sounded strange to her ears. "What do we have to look forward to in the coming days?" Not one to beat around the bush, she wanted to know the threats that they were about to face.

Tarrian smirked... "I game if you are... lets go."

Taking a sip of her drink, Tarrian leaned back in the chair... "Well, I don't think we should keep the newest Dark Lord waiting, we should go and greet him and make our presense and re imergence into this time known"

Tarrian leaned back in her chair and thought a moment. "We can't have the sith suffering now can we. But while money is necessary at times, I have enough now, so even though I'll take what comes my way, I do this for the sith. Where would you like to get started in this little venture?"

As she sat and listened, she took in her surroundings. After he finished and took a sip of his drink, she leaned forward a bit... "So why look me up? I have not been public in quite some time. How did you know I had surfaced again? And last but not least, what do you want to do to correct the current situation of the sith?" ((OOC: sorry, but I am going to be off line for about three days. I am going on a trip and will be back on Friday.))

Staring coldly at the man she glanced around the room and moved slowly over to the chair. Taking a seat, she placed her arms on the rests and leaned back. She spoke softly, but her words cut the air like a blade. "Your message was a bit kryptic, you mentioned speaking about the current affairs. What is happening with the Sith, and I have heard chatter about a war going on. I have been away for quite sometime, but when I left the sith were in the very capable hands of Kakuto Ryu. Where is he?"

After receiving a kryptic message the Hell's Remembrance touched down on the planet and Tarrian slowly made her way down the ramp with purpose in her step. After a short commute to the estate the coordinates gave, she entered the building and was escorted into a room where a man stood. Her dark eyes burning into his back... "So has my reputation lived up to all that you have heard?"

Slowly she opened her eyes as the curtains were opened by the young servant girl. Her dark hair fell over her shoulders as she sat up when the girl brought her the morning meal. "Malan, set out my traveling clothes, it is time for me to depart this place. I feel the time is here for me to return now. Notify the landing site to ready the Hell's Remembrance." The girl nodded to her master and went about getting the lady's things prepared. Before leaving the room she turned to her mistress. *madam, do you require me to come with you?* Tarrian looked at her darkly a moment before responding "No, you will stay here and take care of the estate. You will take care of Bishop." The girl lowered her eyes to the floor and nodded as she backed out of the room. Finishing up her meal, Tarrian quickly got up and dressed, and headed out to the landing field where she quickly boarded the Hell's Remembrance and lifted off.

Apologies for trying to impose moralistic measures and stifle creativity... I have no right to try to control the content of anybody's posts provided they conform with site rules... Please excuse my acting like the moral guardian of RP.

Ruling on the Duel between Amon and Oblivion... The Duel goes to Amon. Great duel guys.

Not to be a spoil sport, but Norkt, you don't have that many ships... the fleet rules are very specific... the full size of any fleet is no bigger then 9 capital ships and 1 SSD. So that is all that you have... so any posts with more then the allowable fleet size is nulled... thank you and have a nice day.

Tarrian looked up and leaned back in her chair... "you really should learn to knock Abaddon, we could have been having sex in here... "

Noticing her apprentice was still breathing through his mouth... she placed her hand over his mouth and closed it... forcing him to breath through his nose... "You can breathe through your nose now... and stench is something you will have to get use to... things tend to die and decompose around the sith quite often." Looking over at the tank... "Yes... sith can do a great deal with the force lightning... but it was the alchemy that assisted in raising him... not just the lightning... You would need to learn more of that from another sith master in time... I have a somewhat of a connection to Master Montar... so it was easiest for me to raise him then some other Master." Looking back over... she knew that it was almost time for him to be released... and she used the force to push Cru out of the way of the flowing bacta... stepping aside herself... "That really does leave a mess... thankfully, the drainage on this ship is one of the best." she saw Master Montar laying on the floor with the bone still at his side... she went over and picked it up... "You know Raynuk... I really don't think you needed this one... it must have been an extra... something must have died down in that hole with you... now go shower."

Tarrian grabbed the bone from Cru and pointed it at Master Montar... "That is or was Sith Master Montar. One time Dark Lord of the Sith... and the friend to my husband." Tarrian and Bishop were never actually married, but it was a marriage none the less, and much easier to explain to someone that will never know one of the greatest sith masters anyway. As Montar turned to look at the ship... Tarrian used the force to thwack Montar in the back of the head with his own bone... "And he built me that ship." Moving forward to get infront of Montar... "Come Cru... you don't want to be down wind of him... the stench is unsithly... get on the ship... we have things to do..." Tarrian entered the ship followed by Cru and Montar... as soon as Montar was aboard, she closed the hatch and grabbed him with the force and hurled him into the bacta tank.... closing it quickly... using the comm so he could hear her... "That will heal what needs to be done... and hopefully take away some of the stench... when you are done, there will be new robes for you and a tooth brush and toothpaste in the refresher.... clean yourself up and brush your teeth, cause your breath offends too... and then we will have something to eat. The tank is set on a timer and will automatically release you when you are done." She turned to Cru... "So... how did you like your first field trip?"

Tarrian shook her head and sighed... "fine..." without another word, she raised her hand and directed a bolt of force lightning at the dead sith master... "Well... ???"

Tarrian looked at her ship... and shook her head..."Montar... just so you know... the ship itself only holds sentimental value cause you took the time to rebuild it... and for that purpose I am here... not to mention you may want to put the ship down for when you are breathing again since there is a gourmet kitchen in there... and I am sure you haven't eaten is quite some time...." She stood there and waited while he thought about it.

Tarrian folded her arms and stood where she was... "Whimp... you ass... you want my help or not... cause it is me or no one cause no one else is coming... if you think you can do this yourself... have at it... " She was fuming..