Notorious

”œYou have accepted your fate and I commend you on that. On this day my blade shall run deep into your flesh and forever shall I be known as the man that has ended Achzets life. Its truly a pity that the child escaped”¦ oh how I wished to place his blood upon your flesh.”

Maultros came blasting through the atmosphere of Tatooine in a transport shuttle, he had wanted a change from Kamino and what better place can you choose than a barren wasteland planet. Piloting the shuttle over the city Marcellus noticed that several people had gathered in the Cantina, he would have to check out what all the commotion was about. Then he caught it, the signature of the one. ”œACHZET!”¦ Oh the time has come. There shall be Jedi blood spilt on the sands of Tatooine by nightfall! I promise that.”

Marcellus had been waiting for a response from Master Dagon, but one never came. Understanding that the Sith Master most likely had more important things at hands than to see him, gathering his things Maultros decided that he would find something to help him pass the time. Making his way up the loading ramp of the transport shuttle Marcellus boarded the ship and prepped to take off. A change of scenary would be nice”¦ perhaps Tatooine will be nice this time of year. The thought brought a sly grin across the lips of Maultros, who knew that Tatooine was a wasteland no matter what time of year it was. As the ship lifted from the launchpad and began to exit the atmosphere of the planet Marcellus sent a quick message to the Sith Master that he had been waiting for. ”œMaster Dagon, I have gone to the planet Tatooine. There is something I must take care of. I shall return shortly.”

The planet of Kamino was like nothing the Sith Lord had ever seen before, water as far as the eye could see and beyond what it couldn't. The grotesque figure of Marcellus rose from his slumber amongst the rags that covered the floor of the stolen spaceship that he had taken to transport the virgins for Dagon. The menace looked around the ship trying to remember where he had placed his cloak. With quiet feet the Sith made his way throughout the ship, silently searching for the final piece of his wardrobe. Opening the locker entitled ”œCaptain”

Piloting the transport shuttle down to the surface of Kamino, Lord Maultros had accomplished his task in a fairly quick fashion and was ready to gain his reward, whatever it was. Opening the loading door Marcellus ordered all of the women off of the ship, and told them to follow him. Making his way through the halls the group finally had made their way into the Dark Lord's chambers, where two others were waiting. Stepping into the light Maultros gestured for the fourteen virgins to enter the chamber, as they moved into the room the Sith Lord smiled. ”œHere are the thirteen women you requested, Master Dagon. I have brought an extra for your own desires or needs.”

Blasting through space, Maultros along with the fourteen virgins he had collected on Corellia were on their way to meet up with Dagon. Pressing the hyperdrive button, the transport ship rocketed off through space.

Flying down to the surface of Corellia the Interceptor was brought to a swift landing just outside of what appeared to be some kind of temple. Opening the cockpit and leaping from the pilot seat Maultros landed softly on the ground, a spring in his knees as he rose from the impact. Striding to the temple doors the Sith Lord received a message from a Master Dagon, and now he knew what had brought him to this place. Opening the doors and entering the temple Maultros quickly realized what this place was. This is some kind of prayer temple. These people have come to serve their gods, their creators. They shall do just fine. Thought the Sith Lord as he made his way through the halls of the Monastery. When he had finally made his way into the main chamber of the temple, Maultros found a group of nearly thirty women kneeling before an alter praying. Making his way over to them he tapped on the shoulder of one of the youngest, freshest looking women. Before the women were able to catch a glimpse of the Sith Lord's flesh, Maultros had taken control of her mind and had ordered her to the passenger ship that was located outside. Uttering a few words and a simple wave of the hand allowed Maultros to do wonders with the minds of the virgins in the temple. Continuing this several times the Sith Lord was able to get fourteen of the women to successfully give into his requests and board the ship. Exiting the temple on the heels of the last virgin, Maultros quickly made his way to the ship and was soon up into the air streaking towards the stars.

Piloting his Tie Interceptor through the depths of space Lord Maultros could feel something in the air around him. Almost as if someone or something was calling out to him, feeling a sudden urge to head to Corellia the Sith Lord rocketed through space on a direct route to the planet he envisioned. He didn't know exactly what to do when he got there, but that would be for him to figure out in time. << To Corellia >>

...I'm retarded... Wrong Alias Again

Soaring through deep space Lord Maultros piloted his TIE Interceptor in hopes of taking part in the battle over Coruscant. He didn't want to be the only one not there, and the Sith and Empire needed his help. So he would give it to them.

The transport shuttle came flying into the atmosphere of Cardia like a flash of lightning. As it came to an expert landing and the door slid open smoke filled the area around the transport, creating a veil of smoke. Marcellus stepped out of the ship and looked up at the temple that he hadn't been to in quite sometime. It had been ages since he had been to these hallowed grounds, not since his Lordship. Shaking his head the Sith cleared his head and looked around for the boy that he had come to see. "Where the hell is this boy at." Said the Sith Lord as he surveyed the temple with the force trying to find the pilot of the rare TIE Intercepter that he had come for. Lord Maultros was getting tired of searching for the missing child, so he sat down and began to meditate. Climbing onto the roof of the transport shuttle Marcellus sat down with his legs crossed. It wasn't your normal meditation though, his body trimmered and he was constantly sweating. His flesh was burning hot and his anger was boiling, the Sith Lord was attempting to push his mind to further extremes than normal. Focusing on the space around him Marcellus searched once more for the boy that he had come for. Reaching out through space Lord Maultros hoped to find the child and finally gain what it is that he so badly wants. Suddenly it happened, the picture of the TIE Intercepter came into his mind and it was heading his way. Keeping his mind on the child Marcellus was able to watch him until he landed just two hundred yards away from him. Opening his eyes Lord Maultros allowed light to once again touch his sensitive pupils, which forced the Sith Lord to squint his eyes. Rising from his position on the transport shuttle Marcellus leapt from its roof, landing softly and continuing his stride as if the twenty something foot drop didn't hinder him in any way. Approaching the boy Lord Maultros had a sinister grin on his face, which was the only thing visible from the shadow of his hood. "Quite a ship you have there... would you mind if I took if for a spin?" Marcellus questioned as he pushed back his hood with the force and allowed his fleshless skull to be seen. The boy didn't really know what to do at the sight of the Sith Lord, his arm went into a shaking frenzy along with his knee. When he tried to speak he hesitated. "Mister... That ship was given to me by my father, and I am not going to let you fly it. Only because I can't ride with you, it only sits one." The Sith Lord's grin grew into a bright smile whenever the boy spoke and Marcellus could sense the fear in the boy's voice. Lord Maultros then began to close the gap between him and the pilot, and as he did the Sith spoke with words that would send the boy into a panic. "Boy. I'm taking your ship, if you have any thing you want to do about it I'd advise you not to. For it would be your end.”

As much as he wanted to go and craft a new weapon of destruction, the Sith Lord could feel himself being pulled to a different direction. There was something happening in the distance of the galaxy and Marcellus wanted to investigate, but first he would need a space craft and not just any spaceship. He wanted an Imperial Remnant's TIE Intercepter, the last time he had seen one there was a pilot at the Cardia temple that flew young hopefuls that were waiting training around for a price. "I must go to Cardia... and meet that boy." Lord Maultros said as he watched a lost transporter land in hopes of getting directions from the Sith Lord. Approaching the eager pilot Marcellus looked into the man's eyes and read his soul. When the Sith Lord spoke it nearly scared him to death. "You will let me have your ship, or you will die. Simple yes?" After the pilot had a chance to collect himself he wasted no time going and firing up the ship for the Sith Lord. When Marcellus took the helm and began to fly towards the stars the man still remained inside. Looking back at him Lord Maultros smiled as he flicked his wrist once. The door opened. Flicking his wrist a second time the man's feet lifted from the ground and he was thrown from the ship, he could be heard screaming all the way to the ground. Which is when silence fell back over the ship as the door slid shut and Marcellus flew off away from the dead planet of Korriban.

Ignore... again... Wrong Alias

The Sith Lord had waited patiently for a response from Achzet, but the Jedi was to much of a coward to accept his challenge. A sly grin spread across the fleshless face of Lord Maultros as he lifted his chin from his chest. He had been taken for a fool and that would Marcellus wouldn't stand for it, his mind was caught in a frenzy and his body boiled with rage. ”œBWWAAAAAHHHH”

Lord Maultros had sensed the arrival of Master Kirlocca and Durandal. Whenever they entered the cave and confronted young Achzet Marcellus remained silent through it all, he could sense the weakness in his apprentice. He had felt it since the moment the boy had shed the tear after confronting his father in that dream world. Once Daedric had placed the kick firming into his chest and sent the Sith Lord flying, Marcellus hit the wall and shook off his impact within moments. Reaching out through the force the Sith Lord sent the traitor a message. You will die for what you have done on this day”¦ and I swear on my own life that your head shall be the first that I take. At this very moment I challenge you to a duel to the death, my life being at your mercy if you win, but if I am to come out the victor than your life will be placed into my hands. Rising from his position on the ground Marcellus looked around to find that the three men had left. Lord Maultros knew that his apprentice had converted back to the light, he had expected such a thing out of the weakling. Ki Hoiz wasn't worthy of the name Daedric that he had been given and the boy would never grow to be a true warrior. Allowing a small chuckle to escape his lips Marcellus began to make his way out of the cave, as he came to the exit the Sith Lord noticed a rather large chunk of metal. Using his lightsaber, Lord Maultros shaved off a decent piece of the block and took it with him. It would prove to make a spectacular saber hilt in the future.