Darth Sauron

Raising an eyebrow, Sauron laughed, "So instead of facing your very own fears in an arena you think you can not win in, you instead retreat to an area you assume you can defeat me in?" Looking to Raynuk, Sauron took a few steps closer to Mes and turned, "You must underestimate me Young One. The power of the mind is something I do not take lightly, by any means. Like those before me, I realize there is more in battle than just fists and swords, and thus act accordingly." "However, seeing that you believe you have the skills to defeat me, which you might just have, I will agree to this challange...."

Noticing Cineon's presence, Sauron turned his attention away from Mes, "You may enter young one, nothing in here will attack you. What is on your mind?" He asked Cineon....

Sauron thought for a second, "He would prove useful to us later on...."

Sensing Raynuk, Sauron turned and gave an unusual smile, "I'm sorry for 'tresspassing' as it were. You might check out the door though, a locking mechanism is useless with out the lock." He said as he raised his hand, lock firmly placed in palm, "Nothing can lock the movement of atoms." He then turned to Mes and waited....

That disturbance came as Darth Sauron entered the room. A chill rushed in as he walked over directly infront of Mes. There he stood, observing the captured jedi....

About to reply, a sudden disturbance arose in the force. Forcing himself to turn around, Sauron looked to Raynuk as he tightened his ironclad fist, "Unacceptable." He stated. Following this disturbance, Sauron soon arrived to a door. With the force, Sauron felt the atoms of the door, and began to move them. In a split second the door ceased to exist, instead its atoms scattered across the room. Walking in, Sauron found Garet and Exar. Darkness rushing into the room, Sauron spoke, "He is Exar Palpatine, someone you do not have to burden yourself with.' Turning to Exar, Sauron remained calm, "What is it that you think you are up to?"

Stopping in his tracks, Sauron looked to Tarrian, "I want to you to talk with Bishop. Find out what has occured during our absence. I expect you will also like to spend some 'quality' time with him as well. Enjoy your time together while it lasts, for it may only be temporary depending on what the galaxy has instore for us." With a nod to dismiss Tarrian, he turned to Raynuk, Sauron scanned him with his eyes as he spoke, "It is clear to me now, Raynuk. I thought you would be different, perhapes like the others. However, your latest actions have shown me otherwise." Stepping over to a window, Sauron sighed, "Although only a short period of time did you lead, your actions displayed qualities I know will be useful to this family. It is for this reason that I ask you to be my advisor during my reign, for however long it may be. I do not demand it, for it is not my way, so do not feel you owe it to me to say yes. However, also know I do not offer this position as a short way for power...."

OOC: Back! IC: Sauron looked around the room and nodded, "It is time the sith begin to rise again. We may not have the friends we once had. But unlike those who have 'friends' to protect them, we will survive and conquer. Some say we are just an organization, but we are not. Some say we are a cult, but we are not. Some say we are an order, but we are not. What we are is a family. A family of members who each have a voice. We will protect each other, teach each other, and succeed together." Standing up, Sauron began to descend the steps of the throne, "The galaxy is ours to take, but slowly. Many sith have failed in past because they only desired the outcome of their goals. Never did they step back and desired the journey. We will tread to our goals with a force never seen before. It is time, we begin to rebuild. Until then, continue the training." Walking towards the main doors out of the throne room, Sauron motioned to Tarrian and Raynuk, "If you two will join me." He then began to walk....

OOC: I'll be gone all of tomorrow, but shall return sunday. Until then! IC: Sauron shook his head in disgust, "So much promise, so much potential, now gone. All the power the Sith represented has been wasted away by those of the past. We are nothing more than an echo in the galaxy these days. A shadow of the past.... How did it come to this?" He said allowed, letting his voice echo through the halls. With staff in hand, he began to walk around the room, "We were once a force of great darkness. We were the representation of fear, of terror. As wise as we were powerful, we were an empire united under the darkside. A family, one in which could never be broken. Yet broken it has, there is nothing but ruin. Nothing but a small breath remains!" He stopped pacing, ending right infront of the throne, My very own name has no more meaning. Why? "No longer shall this be true. From this point on the name of The Sith shall ring out into the very heavens. Through out the force, people will once again feel the pain and darkness we once brought. Once again, we will unite. No longer shall this family fight against each other. No longer shall a sith harm its own. From now on, a new order will arise from the ash. Once again, The Sith will live." With that, Darth Sauron sat down onto the throne, and waited....

Walking off the ramp, Sauron treaded out to the main gates. Peering around, he allowed the darkness to enter him once again as he proceeded into the temple. Dressed in his black robes under a dark torn cloak, he allowed himself to enter the main area and waited....

With that the two boarded and the ship headed off for Mimban....

With the force, Sauron despersed the clouds out. Around them, the peace of Naboo began to return, "Welcome back." Sauron said. The peace was soon disturbed as the engines of Sauron's ship came roaring over a grove of trees nearby. Setting down just a few meters away, Sauron motioned for Tarrian to board, "It is time we return...."

Setting off a chain reaction of atoms, the clouds began to swirl faster and faster. Soon, Tarrian began to rejoin the land of the living....

As Tarrian approached him, Sauron looked back towards the east. Opening himself up to the force, clouds began to form over the distance mountains. A few minutes pasted, producing dangerous winds. By now, the presence of darkness took ahold of the peaceful lands as the clouds moved above the two sith. Settling down across the plains, dark fog covered everything insight, turning the tempature into a chilling cold touch. Looking back to Tarrian, Sauron nodded, "Are you ready, my old apperentice, to rejoin the living?"

Sauron looked squarely at Tarrian, "Very good my old apperentice. In this case, it is time you rejoin the land of the living." With a motioning to Tarrian to follow, Sauron walked out of the garden and headed towards a large clearing....

Sauron shook his head, "I have no 'tricks' as you call them my old apperentice. Just the power of the force, and my own mind, that is enough." He looked out passed the garden, "I can sense your will to be with them once again. To be with your family, and the sith. As I said, use the resources around you. I can help you, however my methods are beyond explination and understanding. Only trust is needed...."

Sauron smiled, "By using the resources avalible to you ofcourse...."

Sauron shook his head, "Death is no excuse. Your purpose is not over, or else you wouldn't exist right now. What are you planning to do to ratify the situation?"

Sauron nodded at Bishop, then returned his gaze to Tarrian, "Indeed, only to arrive to see my old apperentice dead...."

Turning his gaze to the others for a short moment, he returned to looking at Tarrian, "My old apperentice, death has found you and now you are seperate from them...."

Ever slowly, Sauron approached the garden. Through his blind eyes he could see Tarrian clearly as any other living being. Death didn't seem to be the approperiate place for her. As he walked, the darkside rushed upon the near lands, encasing the living plains into its black grasp. The flowers of the once lush and green garden whethered away into rotting piled of dead flesh. Living creatures rotted out, leaving behind only the smell and sight of death. Standing just a few feet away now from Tarrian, Sauron simply stood, watching her....

A lone transport exited hyperspace high above the lush green planet of Naboo. The sleek black fighter swoops down towards the surface, arriving to a quiet landing spot with in a few minutes. After the ship was secured, the black robes occupant of the craft gracefully walked out, taking in his surroundings. Expanding his senses through the force, he began his search for the lost being....

Letting go of Rimaan, Sauron motioned with his hand to a nearby sand dune, "Your training now leads you over that dune a few miles west of here. It will be at that location you will construct your lightsaber, and choose which Form you wish to train in...."

Sauron shook his head in disguist, "My poor dear apperentice. You fail to realize the power of the darkside. With out proper training, it will control it with out you even realizing it. To a being with a weak mind in the darkside, freewill is nothing but an illusion...."

Sauron looked straight at Rimaan, "But are you capable of controling it? Or will it control you?"