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It's a good update, it's just a shame there is so much time between each update. I hadn't expected anything like what Draken did, but I should have when you hinted at the possible side effects. Good stuff, keep updating.

Dominique's face remained neutral as Dagon referred to her apprentice as a meatsack. She didn't particularly care, as they were only words but she found it amusing that a male would call anything else a meat sack. After all, in the end even Dagon was a male though sometimes she questioned if he could even be defined with such terms. He was always business as far as she had seen, as if that part of his brain had been cut off completely.

Her curiosity had been set off and she was left wondering if it would be possible to do such a thing and rid herself of any remaining thoughts that weren't needed. With a final nod to Atia and Revan she followed Dagon deeper into the city of horrors unspeakable. If the place wasn't so hostile towards everyone, it would be a nice place to find solitude and further her studies and training.

”œHe is a wounded animal and I assure you there isn't a single conventional Jedi left these days. Many of them skirt the Dark Side, but won't ever admit it. They play with it as if it is a toy that won't have any ill effects on them, yet they don't realize it is slowly corrupting them. Poisoning them. It might only take days before they fall, weeks”¦even years, but it will happen. It always does.”

Dominique kept a neutral expression as the man made his assumptions about her alignment. He spoke without any knowledge about her other then which aspect of the force she drew upon the most. Apparently the man felt that he was in a position to insult and challenge; perhaps she had been wrong about speaking of how Jedi could be cunning even when down and out.

Her fingers wrapped around his throat, heating up and searing the flesh there until her hand print was burned into his skin. It was a superficial wound that would be agonizing, but leave no true damage.

”œMy name is Dominique. If you ever call me a Sith again, you'll soon realize why some say that death is an escape. No ones fighting you here and no one is using cheap tactics and dirty tricks, so why don't you shut your mouth until you have an answer for me. Understand?”

”œHmm, I would have guessed you to be wiser then that. You know of Kakuto, don't you Revan? Even if he was done, disabled, unable to use the force, with every bone in his body broken”¦would you walk up to him with as you did this Jedi? I certainly wouldn't and I'd wager if you did, you'd end up dead.”

Dominique watched Revan kick the Jedi with a look of mild indifference. She didn't much care for his act of violence against the man, but it made little difference. The Jedi was doomed from the instant he sat foot on this planet. She looked over and noticed that Atia wasn't watching the violence. She clicked her tongue, but didn't move to make Atia look as Revan beat up a defenseless Jedi.

She focused on Revan's words before Atia's, since at the moment he held importance over her young apprentice. A minor prove of the force told here there wasn't another living soul on the ship, but it would be smart to search it regardless.

”œThere aren't any others inside, and most supplies a Jedi would carry would prove useless to us”¦but it'd be wise to search it regardless.”

A subtle surface scan of the girls mind was simple enough and since Atia hadn't been with Dominique for too long, she felt it was required. She had told her she hadn't finished studying, but what she hadn't said was far more interesting then any of the dribble she spoke. She seemed to be proud about all the studying she had done, when she had merely been learning what others came to the Sith already knowing. Like a slow child playing catch up in school.

Dominique glanced over to make sure that the girl's hood was up enough to reveal her eyes. Atia was six inches taller then her, but if she was as good a judge of weight as she felt she was the girl didn't weigh more then ten pounds then her. For her size, such a weight was near sickening. She was surely little more then a skeleton under her clothes. The thought amused the small lady as she recalled her former apprentice's arm and what she had done to it.

A tendril of the force slithered out from her form, seeking out the light presence that Revan had mentioned. It wasn't hard to find figure's force signature; it was a blazing beacon of light in a unforgiving sea of darkness. Why the person had ever come here, and lived this long, was a mystery to her but then she felt that they would soon find out.

The city that Dominique found herself in was astounding. She could feel the darkness of the world with every fiber of her being as it pulsated. It was as if the planet itself was alive and as far as she knew it just might be. She had never been anywhere that had left such a profound impact on her as the rivers of blood and intimidating labyrinths of this place and she had only just arrived. The petite framed women hadn't a clue what to expect on this trip, but she knew she wouldn't let her guard down.

”œAtia, did you learn anything from your studies?”

His attention is caught at the mention of other technologies. His employer is always interested in new technology.

"Yes, new technology is good. What sort do you have that you'd be willing to...share?"

The creature of shadow pulls from within his cloak what looks to be a weapon clip, but in fact contains the DNA of each person he listed. The Current Jedi Leader, Aryan Darkfire, Ara, Darla, Darex, and several other lesser Sith whose DNA had been collected at the Sith temple.

He slides the 'clip' across the table, knowing it is more then sturdy enough to protect the vials inside.

He stands, collecting the vials that had appeared from within the table and looking towards them...

"If that is all then..."

The man takes a seat, slowly. Had he been in the company of friends he might have cracked a joke about how if he'd known they were going to be wearing black cloaks, he might have chosen something else...but he isn't in the company of friends. Just business associates. He pulls a datapad from within the folds of his cloak, sliding it across the table. On it were read outs of the Jedi and Sith that he had samples from.

"I'll offer you access to all of mine, if you offer my access to all of yours. Seems fair."

His voice flowed all too gracefully for a someone created for the sole purpose of infiltration, though they were not aware that was his original sole purpose.

"With that offer-it includes any other sample You, or I, might come into."

The modified troop transport reverts to real space and docks with a space station very few know about, unloading two of the prisoners. The A-Wings touch down in the hanger, but the freighter disengages and moves on to the resort at Byss.

A lone figure stalked through the high end district of Coranet, taking the round-about and less used path to get to his destination. He took his sweet time so as to ensure that a single living soul did not catch sight of his tattered cloak or shadow flesh. His dark orbs scanned the building before entering it quietly, looking around to see if there was any hint of who he was supposed to meet there.

The prisoners are removed from the streets and herded into a modified freighter with enough room for them there to be two to a cell. An A-Wing escort follows them into hyper-space, making several jumps and stopping off once to scan for bugs or trackers before moving to their final destination

The curious man takes the account number and transfers the proper amount of credits to it, and then looks up with a hint of a smile on his face.

”œDNA Samples? I'll show you mine, if you show me yours.”

A short, stocky looking figure clad in a cloak listened to the curious alien intently, but the entire time his eyes were looking over the goods. He grunted a bit when one of the men slammed a stun baton into one of the prisoners, but doesn't mention anything. Instead he turns his attention back to the alien and cocks his head to the side at the mention of their employers wishing to know about his employer.

”œMmm, yes, deadly flowers”¦Yes, they are acceptable.”

Dominique touched upon the surface thoughts of the girl, whose name she was able to pick up with ease. Her mind was racing a hundred kilometers a second with questions about nearly everything. She was a very curious figure; that would suit her well in the up coming nights of ”˜adventure.' When at long last she gave her answer and her thoughts seemed to slow just a hair Dominique touched her mind, leaving what was obviously a foreign thought there.

You are almost too curious for your good. I assure you I wasn't implying you were a harlot; it's too early to determine that.

She motioned for the soldiers to follow her and the young girl to the drop ship that was touching down. The men loaded up, pulling the Krakan suit that Dom had shed on behind them. One of them held onto a grip bar, hanging out of the open side as he waited for the final two passengers to load up. It was obvious by his facial features that he strongly disapproved of picking up stray girls on planets that they had just conquered.

”œYou will leave all of your possessions here. If there is anything you wish to keep, you can return for it at a later time. I'll take care of all of your basic needs from here on out. You are now my apprentice, Atia.”

Dominique raised an eyebrow as the young women tried to flash a charming smile at her. He rose colored goggles had became the object of the Darkwatch member's curiosity. They were saturated with the force, as if it was always around them. The girl, at the very least, had some innate skill with the force that made her a prime candidate for training. Rather or not she wished to be trained was a different story and of course there was always the question of if she could handle it.

”œYou don't see me as you do others, do you? You are”¦ unique.”

Dominique, having finished her task, made her way to the surface. She stripped out of the kraken suit and activated a beacon; it would alert the ship that they were ready for pick up. Her light blue eyes scanned the area as invisible tendrils of the force stretched. She could feel the fear that saturated the air. The people here had been put through much.

There was one, though, that not only didn't have an air of fear about her, and instead Dominique found an innate connection to the force. The women's hood was pulled low, concealing her eyes for whatever reason. She had drawn the Krath's attention and, after giving the order for the others to wait there; she moved forward, coming up and walking side the young girl.

”œWhat's your name?”

Dominique sat in quiet contemplation inside the drop pod. There was a tangible energy in the air; the soldiers were ready for this. They wanted this and to a certain extent she was just as glad to be here as they were-but not for the same reasons.

She heard a loud crash, followed by one more and then felt the impact of the water on the pod. They were below the surface now and red lights began to flash in the pod. This was their exit. Thirty seconds passed as the pod sank deeper then it opened and released the Kraken armored squads. Dominique's suit matched all the others, since she viewed marks that identified a leader as things that made a target of yourself, but all the soldiers knew which suit contained their leader.

She moved up to the center of them, just as graceful and at home in the water as she was in the shadow's of dry land.

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...

Dominique was pulled from her introspection by the tap of a foreign hand upon weapon. It didn't off-set her balance any, but it did annoy her that he would be so bold as to touch another person's weapon without asking, or even announcing his presence. She cast a sideways glance at him, not bothering to give him anything more. She didn't know him and despite the command of the force he had, she didn't feel any innate respect for him. Not after the little show he had just done, acting as if she was some fresh apprentice that would topple over at the mere touch of her weapon.

Though, she couldn't expect anymore more from a Sith. It seemed that ego's were rampant in her former order, even she hadn't made it to the rank of Master without suffering from a bit of an ego-complex. The figure had many lightsabers attached to his belt, so many in fact, that she wondered how he was able to fight without hindrance. They were trophies of battles won and while they were impressive, Dominique felt that if reputation had not preceded her then that just gave her the benefit of being the unknown factor in an equation.

She kept her cold blue eyes focused on the forward view port, her silky strands of hair cascading down her back and covering portions of her weapon so that the hilt was sticking out from the center of the pool of hair. She was not without retort to his comment though; her response just wasn't a spoken one. When he spoke to Dagon, she merely raised her right hand and began inspecting her fingernails as if now that he was speaking, they were the most interesting thing in the world.

Dominique arrived on the bridge wrapped in a dress of shadows with her weapon on her back. She was much to short to strap it to her side, so it was the only logical place to put it. It appeared to be held in place by the very shadows that had become her clothes. She approached Dagon, stopping beside him just as he finished speaking. She had figured out what their mission was on the way over, but had yet to be informed of her specific part in this.

The women trusted that if something needed to be done, though, that Dagon would inform her when the time was right. Until then she would keep an eye on what was going on around Corellia as he thoughts split between the current and past memories of her last time at this place. She had been young and stupid last time she had come here and it wasn't until only recently that she had shed that stupidity and youth in favor of the wisdom that came with experience and age.

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The Requiem and Mary Jane drop out of Hyperspace over the once great Imperial stronghold of Cardia. Recent reports said that the Empire had completely abandoned it little over a week ago and left for parts unknown. The cargo hauler took up its spot in orbit and released a multitude of ships and two squads of mobile suits.

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((Edit..wrong alias, whatever. This post is for Mr. Mortati))