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Qaela and Ca'Aran versus Ares:

 

Good opening round, establishing tactics across the board. Ares putting Qaela between him and Ca'Aran is good sense. Second round, good situational awareness by Qaela taking a cue from the tree and capitalizing on the distraction, even if grenades aren't usually the most favorable tactic against Force users. Nice touch with the Mando'a, Delta, and flechettes are generally good, though with your partner potentially in melee, probably less good--since we don't know at this point how Ares will react to the tree, you should be careful not to decide for him.

 

More tactically smart and concise actions by Ares, not a misstep to be found, as the leap makes the grenades and flechette both almost a non-issue. Props to Qaela though on bringing in the dragonsnake, which she started summoning in the first duel post using well-known Nightsister magic. The citation was a little unnecessary, but permissible. Delta, I appreciate the note to clarify some of your Mando'a--though I know what it means, you didn't know I would be ruling, and this is good practice that comes with the flavor of using another language. Very graceful taking damage, and once again another excellent choice in a sonic weapon. As Charles points out, you did forget to mention the Force blast, but otherwise very sound duel.

 

Ares, good final post. You drew pretty heavily on the Force to make light the detonation, use illusions on the dragonsnake, and summoning a barrier against the sonic weapon.

 

This was a very fun duel to read. I particularly enjoyed the fact that you didn't post a sequence of novels, keeping things generally to the point. Amusingly, though, it was almost not long enough. Ares spent a lot of time switching attention between targets, which means that the teamwork was great. At the end, he and Ca'Aran were a little scathed, Qaela remains completely untouched as no significant attack was made against her, and now Ares must fight over control of the dragonsnake while handling the sonic bolts. Because all these things require attention, along with the fact that controlling beasts is one of the best-established Nightsister abilities, I have to say that Ares has simply been put into an almost unwinnable position.

 

Qaela and Ca'Aran win. Great fight, people, with consistently good tactical decisions by both sides. Keep up the good work.

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((As this is my first duel, if I did something wrong here, I apologize and will correct it in the morning.))

 

Qaela was surprised that the Sith was still moving even though he was almost completely on fire and under the influence of her grip. He was most stubborn when it came to dying, she would have hated to see how things would have turned out if Ca'Aran hadn't been with her. She would likely be dead at this point.

 

Regardless, there was only so much that a being could take. He defended against Ca'Aran's attack as best as he could, the pain he was suffering had to be taxing him, as was her Force grip. As it was, he was only able to partially get a barrier up against the sonic blast. The feedback rattled Ca'Aran and probably didn't help his already battered body, but the rest of the force slammed into the Sith.

 

Trapped as he was against Qaela's own grip, his body could not fly back. Instead, it just took the force and did internal damage that she did not care to contemplate. The dragonsnake grabbed him, but could not shake her grip either. While she would normally relish inflicting great and prolonged pain on this Sith, she knew that to toy with a Sith Master was dangerous as there was no telling what they could do even when nearly dead. It wasn't worth the risk, so she ended it quickly. Instead, she merely tightened the grip on her head until the Sith's neck snapped and he was put out of his misery.

 

The dragonsnake continued to try to get at its prey, but as soon as the Sith was dead, she dropped is flaming body and turned her attention onto it. Once she wove the correct spells, the beast froze in obedience. "Go now," she said, "find food elsewhere and continue your killing." She had no reason to kill the creature, after all, it had been summoned by her and even if it had only served as a distraction, it had contributed. The monster did as it was bidden and left at full speed. She maintained her link to it for a few more seconds until she was sure it was leaving, then turned her attention to Ca'Aran.

 

He was in bad shape. She ran to his body and looked over his charred armor. Even without looking at the readout of his vital signs in her helmet, she could tell he was badly injured and needed help immediately. "Ca'Aran!" she said with alarm. "Do not give up, you have helped me and I will help you. Now, sleep and escape your pain." With a spell that was surprisingly painless on the subject, she caused him to slip into unconsciousness. The skill was normally used in taking out sentries silently without killing them, but it worked well here so he did not suffer.

 

With another spell, she levitated his body and took him to her ship which was landed at the other side of the clearing. She made sure to also pick up his only surviving weapon, the sonic pistol. With care, she took him to her quarters and laid him on her sheets. She didn't give the fact that they were brand new any thought, but was more concerned with him. As soon as he was on her bed, she pulled off her helmet and gauntlets and went to work.

 

She gathered the medical supplies she had remembered to stock up on due to her experiences with the Sith, and began to carefully remove his armor so she could dress his wounds. As she applied some bacta spray and tissue stimulants to counter the burns, she dipped into the Force and sent her own energy to him. It drained her significantly, but she had done this before, most recently with the downed Sith Lucifer. It wouldn't save his life, but it would help sustain it while other things worked.

 

She dressed his wounds and dealt with any more immediate concerns for the next half hour. After he seemed stable, she stood up from the bedside and sighed. She had another matter to deal with and she didn't feel like it.

 

She put her gauntlets back on, grabbed an empty vial, and trudged back out into the swamp clearing. The Sith's body had long since burned out due to the humidity and mud so she went to investigate it. There was little left by way of skin. What hadn't been burned had been messed up pretty badly by Ca'Aran's last blow. She could not see his face at all, but the mask was somewhat intact. With grim determination, she scooped as much blood as possible into the vial. He had spilled her blood on Coruscant, so she wanted some of his in return. Her vengeance was complete.

 

As she knelt over the Sith's body, she had had a disturbing thought. She had a clone back on Coruscant that her soul could travel to. What if this Sith had one as well? He could come back and with great vengeance. There was nothing she could do about his knowledge of her pregnancy if he did, and that concerned her.

 

On Dathomir, when a member of one clan, Nightsister or Witch, killed a member of another even in justified combat, they sent tokens back to that clan as a sign that they wished the feud to end. She would do so now in hopes that if this Sith had a clone, he would quench any desire for vengeance. If he didn't have a clone, at least it would show the Sith themselves that she had no ill will towards them despite helping to kill one of their own.

 

She didn't have time to properly retrieve the Sith's armor and gear, but she knew two who did. Their presences, much dimmer than the Sith's or Ar-Pharazon and dimmer than even the untrained Ca'Aran, were not hard to find. They tended to dwell near the entrance to the Sith outpost. When she approached them, she explained that the Sith's armor and weapons were to be retrieved, cleaned as best as possible, and sent back to Coruscant on whatever ship he had brought. They didn't seem overly eager to do so at first, but she issued a few threats and they capitulated. Before she left them to the work, she ordered what remained of the Sith's body to be burned. Whether she liked him or not, he was a warrior and did not deserve to have his body consumed by scavengers.

 

With the Sith's gear and body being tended to. Qaela returned to her ship and changed out of her bulky armor and into loose pants and a sleeveless tunic, both charcoal in color. It was time to pay closer attention to healing Ca'Aran. He had been burned pretty badly in several areas of his body. She did not wish that body to be marred from this encounter, so she focused on healing the wounds. Though she knew the Jedi and even some Witches could do it in far less time and a lot less expended energy, she did her best. The healing spells were difficult and required great concentration as well as energy.

 

When she had finished much of the work, the night had come and dawn, as much as it could be said on this perpetually overcast planet, broke. He still had some minor things to deal with, but the majority of the work was done. Qaela could barely keep her eyes open by this point from the exhaustion. Before she could call it a day, she had enough sense to get some new sheets for Ca'Aran to sleep on instead of the soiled, bloody, and muddy ones she had initially laid him on. After grabbing sheets from one of the guest rooms, she once more lifted his body with a spell and changed them out. The soiled sheets were cast aside, she would see if they were salvageable later.

 

That being done, she set him back onto the bed and collapsed onto it herself with a sigh of relief. Her job was done, he would wake in due time, and she had possibly eliminated a threat to herself and most definitely avenged her earlier humiliation. Exhaustion overtook her and she drifted off to sleep.

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Still asleep, Ar-Pharazon ”“ a virtual tyrant of epic proportions ”“ continued his solemn rest, completely unaware of the combat that was taking place nearby. In a dream, he used a flaming sword to kill hundreds of people in a really large bank. He managed to cleverly escape with bags of stolen money by turning into a jet and flying away.

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His bright blue, piercing eyes opened slowly. He was still a bit disoriented, he seemed to not be wearing his armour. Which appeared to be laying in a heap in the other side of the room. Ca'Aran tensed to jump up and realized that he was not wearing a thing. What had just happened? He remembered the bolt hitting the honourable dar'jetii, and Qaela had been there. But what had happened after? She had taken him. That made sense. And now here he was, naked as his first day out of the pod and, his head slowly turned to the side.

 

Osik!

 

She was laying in a heap next to him, the sheets tangled this way and that, her gorgeous body seemed worn, and her hair was a mess. Osik Osik! Osik! No crap what did we do? He was tempted to scramble away in horror, but he controlled himself, this wasa delicate situation. His arm felt very good though. She was very good at what she did. She was a real catch. Ar-Pharazon was truly blessed.

 

He laid a bare hand softly upon her shoulder and smiled. Beautiful.

 

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Qaela woke with a quick intake of breath and grabbed Ca'Aran's arm in a tight grip before realizing it was him and relaxing. She rolled onto her back and closed her eyes with a moan. Her head was still throbbing and every joint in her body ached from the battle and subsequent healing. Other Nightsisters with the gift of healing spells also reported such negatives after a particularly difficult healing session and not even Qaela's comparatively strong connection to the Force or her Sith education exempted her from that.

 

Her violet eyes opened and she looked over at Ca'Aran. He seemed to be doing well. She was glad that he had woken naturally as she was afraid he would remain in that state until she intervened. It was a good sign that her work had been successful.

 

With another groan, she got out of bed and tried to stretch. It hurt to do even that and to make matters worse, standing up caused her to become nauseated. "Don't do that again," she said with mock anger. "I do not enjoy healing nearly as much as I do killing." Her tunic and pants were wrinkled beyond hope from sleeping in them but she didn't care. She glanced at a chrono and noticed in alarm that over thirteen hours had passed since she had finished healing him. It definitely didn't feel like that much time had passed, she was still exhausted.

 

She looked over at Ca'Aran and noticed his alarm and nervousness. She didn't know how much he remembered, so she said, "Don't worry, the Sith is dead. We won that battle."

 

She set about trying to find something for him to wear. His jumpsuit had been quite burned so she had to carefully peel it off of him in order to heal his burns and arm. With his armor probably needing some repair, she figured he would need something to wear at least to get him back to whatever additional clothes he had brought with him. She was glad that she had stocked up on new clothes and supplies while on Coruscant because if this had happened just a few weeks ago, he would have had to scamper across the Dagoban swamp with precious little to wear.

 

She pulled out her largest pair of black pants, one with a slightly elastic waistband that might suit him long enough to get more clothes. For a shirt, she was forced to sacrifice her somewhat fancy charcoal robes. They were designed to be worn over normal clothes and still be large, so it would easily fit his far larger and more muscular frame. "Here," she said handing them to him, "put these on. I am going to get something for us to eat before I pass out from hunger. Oh, and be careful with that arm, healing bone is a lot more difficult than simple burns. Even after using the bone knitter, I still wouldn't do too much with it or you will re-break it."

 

She left him to get dressed and went to the galley to find some food. Her body was in desperate need of energy right now. While snacking on bantha jerky and a protein rich drink, she thawed out two sizable ready made meals. Even with some extra nutrients, she was still not feeling very good. The previous day or two had simply been too draining on her body, she would need a long time to recuperate.

 

When the food was ready, she set them down on the table and waited for Ca'Aran to come out.

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The same shuttle that had been sent off earlier popped out of hyperspace well away from the planet, making another series of microjumps before jumping into the localized space, landing at the Temple in short order. It quickly unpackaged its cargo with the aid of the two old people, who hauled it down near where the recent combatants were resting. It included a flechette launcher, a better highly customizable disruptor rifle able to be configured to a sniper rifle, a replacement WESTAR-M5 complete with flamethrower attachment (which really was only in the order out of sheer luck and mistake due to an apprentice's lack of research, as it was the first and most popular rifle he found with such an attachment), a myriad of grenades, plenty of ammunition for everything, and two specially packaged items.

 

The first was a Xerrol Nightstinger, a highly specialized blaster rifle that shot invisible blaster bolts, usually used for covert sniping. The second package was marked for Qaela, it was his set of lightsabers that she had sent back with his armor. There was also a small audio message recorded by the Sith Master:

 

"Qaela...killing me was....unexpected. But also, not entirely unwarranted. You fight honorably, and though your powers need further refining, your strength comes from your ally. Learn to keep your focus as you fuel your rage, understand your anger is strong, but without clear focus to direct it, it is useless. I return to you my lightsabers, you have earned them. Use them well, they are specialized for lightsaber combat to easily twist your opponent's weapon from their grasp. For your ally...I have replaced most if not all of his weapons, and also included one I think he will like. As you have been rewarded with my lightsabers, so he has been with that small gift. You both fight fiercely, yet with honor. That is worthy of a warrior's respect, as you have shown your own. Attack me again unprovoked, however...and I won't treat it as a training exercise, I will kill you. Enjoy your gifts."

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After she had eaten the meal, Qaela wasn't so sure that was the best idea. Her stomach was roiling and her head throbbed as though a rancor was using her skull as a war drum. She was also more than a little curious about what was holding Ca'Aran up.

 

She went to her quarters and opened the door only to see Ca'Aran had passed out once more. Concern caused her to momentarily forget her aches and cast her senses towards him. She walked to his side and put a hand on his forehead. After a few moments, she let out a sigh of relief. He had just fallen back to sleep, something that wasn't surprising considering his injuries.

 

She took the opportunity to get a new set of clothes and head to the moderately luxurious refresher that was attached to her quarters. Though it was nowhere near as nice as the one in Ar-Pharazon's quarters, as this was a luxury yacht instead of a combat ship or bulk freighter, it was fairly nice. It was most definitely better than what she was used to back at home where there was no running water unless they happened to be near a small waterfall.

 

She showered and let the hot water flow down her back so it could relax the tight muscles and soothe her aching joints. Healing was such a pain, it was one of the few spells she did not enjoy performing because it drained so much out of her. In likelihood, when he woke up, Ca'Aran would be feeling much better than she was, and she hadn't even been the one wounded.

 

After she finished, she went to the mirror. She was dismayed to be reminded of the two blood blisters that had sprang up during her fit of rage. It was like she was young again and didn't yet know how to control the energy built up in her. The Nightsisters of old had no way of performing their dark spells without the blisters, but they had learned when they had come into contact with Dark Jedi and Sith from the Empire. Despite that knowledge, they sometimes slipped up and caused them to appear just as she had.

 

Normally, she wouldn't care about something like that as it was common enough among Nightsisters. However, there was someone that she didn't want seeing that. They had already seen too much of her like this and it made her feel uncomfortable and self conscious.

 

Though Qaela was already tired of healing, she felt she could spare a little more. She put her hand over the first spot and began reciting the spells. A short time later, her face was blemish free once more. She smiled at her work and went about getting dressed again. Her stomach was much better now, but her head still throbbed, even more so now that she had done more healing.

 

She decided to leave Ca'Aran to his sleep and venture out. She went without her armor this time, but did take her staff and knife. She pocketed a commlink networked with her helmet and thus the RCAA3 system in case Ca'Aran needed help or something when he woke. Before she left, in a moment of sentimentality, she bent down to kiss him lightly on the forehead.

 

Once outside, she trudged through the swampy terrain to the entrance of the Temple. She wanted to find Ar-Pharazon and report what had happened and to see if he had discovered any way to increase her Force potential.

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Delta awoke again, and found himself yearning for the woman who had left. His steel blue eyes peered around the darkened room and he slowly rubbed his wounded arm. The application of the force as well as the bacta's natural healing properties had served him very well. He sighed softly and stood, after a quick search, he found a small container of his belongings. He withdrew the pair of durasteel enlaced black robes that he had filched from the corpse of Scorp. Luckily they were near to his size, so he fit easily, however uncomfortable it was to wear a dead man's belongings.

 

He did glimpse around the sparse room. It was lit by a few candles scattered about, and had the feeling of an ancient dungeon. Qaela was good at being creepy. He stretched and shook off the pain from his injured body, there would be long weeks ahead, and he would be ready for them.

 

A crate stood before him as he motioned to leave the room, and upon its opening he found new sets of everything he had lost, including a very valuable Nightsinger. The man, Ares, was a very honourable opponent. He would respect him always, Ca'Aran made a note of it, and donned a great deal of the weapons, leaving the NIghtsiger safe and sound in their room.

 

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Ar-Pharazon was still asleep and the solemn rest that he was obtaining was seemingly as intense as animal hibernation. Turning the metaphorical gears of war against the Jedi was exhaustive business. It did not seem as though he would wake, at least until he was awaken by something or someone. In his dreams, he transformed into a huge dragon and used his scaled tail to sweep stars from a high night sky, sending an apocalyptic hail of evil and hell upon an unsuspecting city of bards and monks. His sleep was deep indeed.

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Qaela stretched out her senses over the base and found the three sentient life forms nearby. It was a far better environment than the crowded Sith Temple on Coruscant where going anywhere exposed her to threats and dangers from the hundreds of other beings there. At least here, she didn't have much to fear from the elderly caretakers and she doubted that Ar-Pharazon would kill her, at least not until their child was born. When that happened, she planned on being far away from him anyway.

 

Due to her familiarity with him from their previous time spent together””in more ways than one””she could sense that he was in some sort of deep sleep. That suited her fine because, though her head still ached, she had things to do. Since this place was almost completely threat free, she could spend some quality time in the small electronic library that caretakers had told her had recently been updated. There were still many things about the Sith that she wanted to know.

 

She found the room where the connection to the Holonet had been established and sat down for some reading. She managed to go a quarter hour before her headache just got to be too much. That and her back was killing her from staying in one spot like that. With a sigh of disgust, she looked around until she found a few data storage devices and downloaded several promising pieces of information. She stowed the device safely in a deep pocket and left.

 

She found one of the elderly caretakers and asked where Ar-Pharazon was staying. They told her that he had been in there for some time, since before the fight outside, and told her that he was apparently still near the forge. He was asleep, that much she knew, but she was growing concerned at how long he had been asleep.

 

She walked up to him where he was sleeping on a hammock and gently brushed her hand across his cheek. "Wake up, Ar-Pharazon," she said softly, "you have been asleep for quite some time now and it is time to rise."

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A lone ship of complete darkness entered the bleak atmosphere of Dagobah and descended amist the rainfall.

 

The pitch black ship known by some as The Black Heart a Vanguard class assault gunboat of Corellian design albiet heavily modified landed clsoe to the temple using the co-ordinates he had been provided with by the sith legend Lord Ar-Pharazon.

 

Skillfully Lucifer had manually piloted the ship down yet when he landed the kiffar was met by a familair feeling, a presence he had felt once before on Coruscant...Qaela, he remembered that she was the one whom had saved him after his duel with Tobias Vos and whom he now owed a debt in return which had yet to be repaid. No matter he would keep his promise and would repay that debt in time however for now he had bigger fish to fry.

 

Descending the landing ramp Lucifer spoke through the com to his 3 apprentices.

 

''Keep on your guard, trust no-one here and be ever vigilant. You 3 shall join me and experience the nature of sith politics however you are to but observe and not interfere in any way.

 

Once our business is settled I shall use our time here to continue your training. Now move out I shall meet you at the landing ramp.''

 

With that the Sith Lord moved from the cockpit until finally he exited the landing ramp to meet his 3 apprentices. Once there he said nothing and simply motioned that they follow him.

 

Walking towards the temple, the sith lord splattered his way through the mud and swamp until finally arriving at the entrance where he was met by a elderly couple whom seemed to be slightly behind in the times and a little insane. It was only after some persuasion that they were convinced he was here for a purpose.

 

Lucifer spoke clearly.

 

''I am Lord Lucifer, I believe Lord Ar-Pharazon is expecting me. We had a meeting planned...tell him the one whom sent the message to his mouth has arrived.''

 

With a nod the old man of the elderly couple headed down the stairs inside the temple to near the forge where Lord Ar-Pharazon was currently sleeping. Once he arrived he gave a low bow before speaking upon seeing that he had company.

 

''Forgive the intrusion missus. But Lord Ar-Pharazon's presence is requested for a meeting if you would could you inform him once he rouses that the one whom sent the a message to his mouth has arrived and waits at the entrance.''

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Calmin kept quiet for the most part, not wanting to receive some misgiving about himself to the other two. On Onderon, he learned that the newest one, Zuko was eager enough to challenge Lucifer, but not strong enough, that or he wasn't trained enough to take on such a Sith. He then wondered when if ever he would be in such a position, or if he was ready to take on one of his fellow apprentices. He pushed the thought aside and focused on a completely random task instead. A good side deck for Pazaak should carry at least one Flip Card, and a few Plus or Minus Cards for a guaranteed victory over an opponent. Calmin then began to think of many situations in which his deck would become very valuable.

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Zuko walked through the thick mud, observing, and stretching out with his thoughts. He kept ever silent, his hands above his weapons, in case this became a trap. He kept at Lucifer's side, and bowed low when he saw the great Lord Ar-Pharazon. It was an honour to finally meet him in the flesh. He watched and learned, eager for more power.

 

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Ca'Aran retrieved the Nightsinger when he heard the news of more 'visitors' he strapped it upon his back along with the disruptor, the sonic weapon was on his thigh, the flechette launcher on the other. He smiled as he sought out Qaela, he would support her, for he did not know these new people. If they harmed her, it would be the end for them. His grip tightened upon the WESTAR as he saw the group of newcomers. Keeping his thoughts clouded with extraneousness data, he crouched in the shadows, his HUD scanning the group from the different light spectrum. He activated the RCAA3 network and talked to Qaela, "I am in a support stance if I am needed, be careful, there is a large group of them."

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Roused from his sleep, Ar-Pharazon entered the waking world. He was like a demonic force that was frozen in a mighty and mystical prison, brought forth by corrupt brigands, through an ominous ritual detailed in some dark tome. The pages were written in blood!

 

”œQaela,”

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Qaela was glad that Ar-Pharazon woke up and seemed to be in a decent mood. She would have preferred to be alone with him now, but others had come and she was not happy. The Sith whom had been defeated, Lucifer, had come seeking Ar-Pharazon for something. At least he seemed properly deferential now instead of the man who she had saved earlier who was haughty and full of threats despite having been beaten and left almost dead.

 

She received Ca'Aran's warning, but couldn't verbally respond since she didn't have her helmet. If her head didn't ache so much, she would shake it in disappointment at herself for being so foolish as to assume that nobody else would arrive at this forsaken outpost. There were three others with Lucifer and they were their own mix of defiance, anger, and treachery.

 

Though, with Ar-Pharazon awake, she didn't think there was much a threat of an open attack. He could probably deal with all four on his own should they dare cause a problem. Instead, she felt that any threat would come more from a quick attack from stealth, not an open assault. She didn't trust them at all. That they were Sith was enough reason not to trust them.

 

She followed the group as they went to a throne room that Qaela had yet to have seen. It was a suitably gaudy throne that fit Ar-Pharazon's style quite nicely. She had something to ask of him, but was not foolish enough to do it in front of those she did not trust. Instead, she walked around to the side of the throne and leaned against it. It would be safer here next to Ar-Pharazon than near the others, and she didn't think he would mind.

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Lucifer stood until he was called forward from the entrance. The same old man let the kiffar know Lor Ar-Pharazon had awakened and now requested his presence in the grand throne room.

 

Acknowleding this with a simple motion or bow of the head the Sith Lord headed inside motioning his hand as a suggestion that his 3 apprentices should follow him inside, here they would learn much.

 

When he finally made it to the throneroom Lucifer was a little surprised to find that a group seemed to have gathered. Lord Ar-Pharazon in all his magnificence sat upon a grand skull enjewelled throne befitting of kings, Qaela stood leaning nearby and there was one other the kiffar noted...either a mandalorian or a clone or both he figured by his armor and helmet--the Sith Lord saw the potential for something to go terribly wrong.

 

Luckily he was not here to cause trouble but to inform and hopefully put things in motion that would bring about what he wanted. The kiffar motioned Calmin, Drake and Zuko to stand to the back of the hall--just as he had said earlier, to observe but not interfere.

 

With that he stepped forqard before Ar-Pharazon giving a respectful bow before speaking...so few showed such respect these days---he was not one of them he had been trained in the old ways and remembered much of what his old master had taught him.

 

''Greetings Lord Ar-Pharazon you are certainly not an easy man to find. I am Lord Lucifer, I believe we have not yet had the pleasure of meeting before now a great pity really I admire your work of recent times. I suspect you have little time for small talk though thus I shall come straight to the point of this meeting.

 

I come with a proposal of sorts and information. Information about the 'droid' and of a secret hidden deep within the very Order we serve that has the potential to split it in two, a evil working against us all.

 

What I shall tell you cannot go beyond this group present for my own safety...I'm sure you understand the reasoning behind it. With that said would you allow me to enlighten you and continue on if so I shall explain this...offer.''

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With a name like Darth Lucifer, the Sith must have been evil as all hell. ”œYou have descended upon this bog-world like lightning. And, yes, I am eager to hear of your machinations and foul thoughts. Come, tell me in depth, at length. Feel free to take a seat.”

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Delta grinned as his name echoed down the halls. He had been called to duty, as such he would report. He switched to the disruptor rifle upon his back and slung the WESTAR in its place. Just in case things became a little too tense for his desires, or if someone threatened Qaela. He kept his mind clouded with extraneous thoughts, and his Helmet covered his face. There would be no knowing who he was at this point. A single name Delta defined his personality. And though it was short, he felt that it was more creative than something like Darth Lucifer. This man had been killed by the new recruit Kayal after all, he was weak among the other sith. What would his purpose here be? Delta did not know, for the last visitor's body still lay in the shallow mud outside the temple.

 

Detla entered the doorway in his hulking armour, he was a force to be reckoned with, if someone deemed it necessary to turn on a lightsabre. "You called me Master Ar-Pharazon? Who are these beings?" He gestered towards Drake and Zuko with his Disruptor's barrel.

 

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Lucifer inclined his head in thanks as he spoke and took a seat while the various droids brought in various banquet food and drink...it seemed Lord Ar-Pharazon was certainly one who spared no expense to entertain guests.

 

''You are most gracious Master Ar-Pharazon to hold such a feast on my account.

 

You refer to the three who stand at the back if you wish to meet them then I shall bring them forth for I see no fault in allowing such a thing.''

 

With that the kiffar motioned for Drake, Calmin and Zuko to step forward--it seemed the sith master Ar-Pharazon had an interest in knowing the three inbetween the meeting. Once they had stepped forward Lucifer began the pleasantries before getting to the meat of the meeting, he could feel the emotions from Delta of his opinion of him.

 

Yet little did he know that the man whom he thought was weak had long disappeared to the decay of time---back in those days he was but a apprentice eagar and arrogant to prove his worth...time had passed and he had learnt valueble lessons through the years to become the Sith Lord he was.

 

''The three are Drake, Calmin Ayion and Zuko. Zuko is my most recent addition and was formely a apprentice under a Lord Achzet some years ago before he found me on Onderon and proved his worth to be re-trained in our ways once more.

 

If you wonder why so many I cannot explain it only that the darkside willed me to find them. But as you have said let us begin.''

 

With that the Sith Lord went straight to the point. Never one to skip around an issue he preferred to jump straight to the facts as no doubt Lord Ar-Pharazon preferred. Both had better things to do than skirt around issues and introductions. Lucifer sipped a little wine before he spoke letting the red liquid pour down his gullet. It was exquisite.

 

''Now to the point you are no doubt not dissimilar in thought in thinking that knowledge is power. In that regard I wish to help you by also helping me. You no doubt have guessed by now the 'droid' formely known as our Dark Lord is no ordinary sentiant by any definition of the word and has the general feeling that he is working another agenda against the Order.

 

I can confirm that your as others suspicions were well founded that he is indeed working against us albiet discreetly. I don't know how much you know of the various sect's that lay hidden within the Order but what I know is this...one in particular poses the largest threat thus far in that it seeks to undermine the Order, a sect known as the Alcazarin's founded by a certain Darth Dominus whom has since disappeared mysteriously and resided over currently in his absence by his second command. Haphaestus.''

 

Lucifer paused a moment a he took a turkey leg and began munching upon it speaking between the odd bite.

 

''You may ask how I know such things---I shall explain further however I must ask you keep calm as certain things will come to light you may well not like.

 

I know such things as I myself currently belong to this....sect however not by choice. You see some years ago during the war I was unfortunate enough to die aboard the Death Star during the final battle fighting for the imperials, once I resurfaced from chaos I found I was...different, that something had changed within me.

 

I found that my body had been taken hostage by another...a soul not meant to be. This soul who took over is powerful but weak of mind and we often fight for control of this body. It was this soul which forced me into the Alcazarin sect while I was fighting internally to be free. However you need not worry currently I have the upperhand in our internal struggle less I would not be here.

 

Anyway, as I was saying Haphaestus commands over the Alcazarin's and he does not serve the Order per se. Those who follow this sect claim to be following the will of Revan. With that explained allow me to put forward my proposal.

 

Due to my joining of the Alcazarin's against my will I have been put into a unique position. Just as the other soul within me knows the location of the Alcazarin Headquarters so to do I know as a result of the shared body and mind. I also know where they get that rare black metal they use for their weapons...a metal which should not be hidden from the Order for it has the unique property of enhancing any absorption techniques.

 

I warn you however once there we must go through a fiery chasm that only through using a absorption technique may anyone survive. I am willing to lead you to this place and to destroy it or take it for yourself and aid in destroying the Alcazarin's in whatever manner you deem.

 

In exchange I ask for thus. I wish to become a master among the order and increase my standing among our number. As a Sith Lord it is my right to ask one as great as you to conduct such trials as required for this. I would also ask of you a favor...albiet a strange one.

 

That after Haphaestus falls should you deem it and the Alcazarin headquarters are claimed that you be the one to end my life. You may ask why and for good reason, I shall explain. I cannot escape the Alcazarin's short of death---this is due to a bond Darth Dominus posed upon me bonding me to all within their sect over short distances, it is a mind meld of sorts....I wish to be free of this intrusion and become the sith I was before this 'soul' infected me and to aid the Order and our new Dark Lord as best I can by casting aside this bond and this soul. Only by death can such a thing be accomplished however it would be better for us all that I fell in battle as to not raise suspicion that I spoke of this to you.

 

With that said what say you to this proposal taking into account all I have said.''

 

Once he was done speaking Lucifer waited for Ar-Pharazon to speak. Yet the Sith Lord held no fear, no any sign of weakness...his emotions both in the force and physically showed he was telling the truth and that he truly wished to make ammends and in the process avenge himself and the Order. To truly be free of the Alcazarin's.

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Delta nodded as this Lucifer introduced the padawans or apprentices or little sithlings, whatever they were called in that profane order. He rolled his eyes as the man blathered on about the Alcazarionas or whatever they were. He simply did not care, he was to do the will of the Black Sun, and that was to establish a peace treaty with the Sith, which had been accomplished by the promotion of Quietus. Ca'Aran smiled softly and kept his thoughts and emotions clearly in check so they could not leak into the surrounding auras, not be read by any profane art. It was an old technique that he had learned during his tenure with his old jedi lover Kailen. He had gotten quite good at it, fill up your mind with extra thoughts and ideas of completely different things. Constantly think of different moves to surround the true meaning with extra, useless data. That would keep the dar'jetii sifting through mounds of useless data, and the sifting process would take long enough that the data which resulted, would be almost useless in the end. It was enough to discourage any foolish dar'jetii.

 

Keeping his disruptor levelled upon the group, he took a stance of relaxation, his other hand upon his hip. "Sooooo....." His voice carried some degree of surprise. "You train all of these guys? It looks like quite a handful, would it be better to cull the group of weeds as it were? Only the best should stand before Ar-Pharazon. Isn't that the way you sith do things? Culling the week and all that bother?"

 

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Even the thought of more food right now made Qaela's stomach roil and her head swim, but she couldn't just decline. She had been feeling slightly better before coming here, but the presence of the others had changed that. She didn't know if it was the threat they posed, their mere presence, or some other stress, but she was not feeling well at all.

 

She sat down at the table next to Ar-Pharazon. She was angry at him again for announcing her pregnancy, but she would not say anything right now in front of others. She nibbled on some food while she listened, but was more focused on herself and not throwing up. What he said was interesting. She vaguely remembered hearing something about this group when she was with Haphaestus, but now she knew some of the details. Ultimately, it didn't matter what the Sith did as she no longer believed her future rested with them.

 

Ca'Aran spoke up and she wished he hadn't tried to antagonize the four of them. Perhaps killing the Sith master had gotten to him, but taking on four Sith was not wise, especially in her current state. Hopefully he wouldn't do anything stupid that would get him all busted up again because she couldn't heal him right now.

 

She was trying to eat something else when a sudden pain shot up from her abdomen. She managed not to grimace, but it was a most exquisite sensation that reminded her of being electrocuted by Mother's lightning for failing a task. The pain didn't go away and only continued.

 

She quietly got up and left the hall hoping that she didn't attract anyone's attention. She stumbled through the hallways of this dank place trying to get back to her ship. She hated this planet and everything about it because it seemed to be cursed. Even her fairly high threshold for pain wouldn't let her continue any further. She had to sit down in a hallway and see if she could figure out what was wrong. Her head was still throbbing and every movement felt like sandpaper gritting against her joints. She had thought she was getting better, but something was wrong and it was preventing her from suppressing the pain like she was.

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While he waited for an answer Lucifer turned to face Delta, just by the way he held himself he was certain he was Black Sun. He let a slight smirk or smile cross his lip, he was used to such scrutiny and as such he replied in kind to the comment.

 

''Indeed they can be a handful sometimes but not so much as they are not within control. It may appear that they are of no use but I assure you each has his use and worth for if not I would not have chosen them. Besides if we are to cull the weak they must first be found, each man with me has thus far proven a valid asset to the Order and to me and thus shall not be culled. Each is just as worthy as you or I to stand before the great Lord Ar-Pharazon.

 

If by some chance they fail in their tasks or fall from this path then indeed the weak wil be culled out or made to grow stronger through their pain but until then they will remain alive and in one piece to stand as we.

 

And what of you what purpose does the Black Sun serve here.''

 

The kiffar waited for a reply, he enjoyed the rare debate and exchange of speech, perhaps during this ordeal he would learn a thing or two about those here.

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It was selective hearing on Calmin's part, as words that hinted at becoming a sole apprentice would always peak his ears. The armored man named Delta spoke of weeding out the weak. At the very thought, his hand feel to his blasters side, but his Master was quick to push the idea out of discussion. Slowly, he removed his hand from his blaster. Being able to see through the Force, being a Miraluka and all, he took notice that his movements did catch the eyes of a few on-lookers. He kept his thoughts close, using the technique his master taught him to sense out others and turned it upon himself to keep them hidden, or so he hoped. I would be doing the Sith a favor removing the weak. This armored man thinks correctly. If more Sith were like him, the Sith would be strong. But there lay the problem, not all Sith were like him. In fact, his Master made it clear that they no longer followed such teachings. Pitty.

 

His thoughts now turned towards Delta and wondered why a man would feel so defenseless? There were many reasons to wear armor, none of which Calmin could think of true profit. If one was deadly and could inspire a reputation, there would be no need to wear such protection. And for one to keep company with Sith would have even less. Perhaps maybe he does not trust the Sith. Maybe even more likely, he is not so deadly.

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Lucifer looked over towards Calmin and Delta but not before he spoke to the helmeted warrior.

 

''Not per se but I have the distinct impression you are one of them. I have encountered such agents before and know well one when I see one the swagger you carry tells me as such. Only a Black Sun agent would be so confident...so cocky in reply and rely on such weaponary.''

 

The kiffar then spoke to his apprentice after the encounter between Delta and Calmin looking at their end of the table giving Ar-Pharazon a glance as to let him know to excuse him a moment while he deals with his apprentice, most likely he knew why.

 

''Do as he says my apprentice. We are not here to cause trouble and I will not have you cause any by such movements...it is natural to be suspicious of these people but so long as we are here I'll not have you spark an incident that could have been averted less you incur my wrath do I make myself clear or do I need to take more drastic measures to see the point is understood.''

 

Lucifer stared at his apprentice (Calmin) letting him know simply by the glare and emotion in the force that he was displeased at what had occured.

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Calmin could feel eyes upon him, and with the sudden spoken words directed at him between Delta and his Master, he realized that neither one could sense that his intentions were towards his fellow apprentices. Taking that as a good sign, he nodded his head and allowed his body to relax. If the opportunity came up, he could easily take them on, so long as he kept using his Master's technique he taught him about reading others on himself to hide his own thoughts.

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Giving a nod the Sith Lord turned to Lord Ar-Pharazon and spoke briefly.

 

''He is young and has much to learn forgive his transgression...I'll deal with him personally later in the appropiate manner as befitting our ways. As for now what say you to my proposal, do we have a accord.''

 

Lucifer waited for an answer, he hoped the mighty sith master Ar-Pharazon was wise enough to understand the threat the Alcazarin's posed...and to know that what was offered was a unique opportunity to stop them from an inside source who asked for relatively little in return other than a chance at vengeance, advancement and freedom from bondage.

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From the cold floor of the hallway she had collapsed in, Qaela concentrated on identifying the problem that was wracking her with pain. Her immediate concern was for the fetus so she focused her senses there. She could tell that the pain was indeed coming from her womb and that caused her more alarm than it should have for one in control of their emotions. "Damn Sith," she muttered bitterly through teeth clenched in pain. Ever since learning some of their ways, her emotions had been out of control.

 

This was bad news, very bad. It could be that she made a mistake in the spells she used to speed the pregnancy. It could also have been the physical stress of the fit of rage she had, the battle she fought, or even healing Ca'Aran. She fought to get her emotions under control so she could focus, but the pain didn't help that one bit. Worse, if she were honest with herself, there was more than a little fear mixed with that pain and anger.

 

She had to get to her ship. It would be far safer and more private than here in the Sith outpost, especially with the four newcomers. After a few minutes, she managed to undo the spells she had been using to speed the pregnancy. That helped and the pain began to wane slightly.

 

With what strength she had, she managed to get up and start once more for her ship. Each step caused a new wave of pain through her joints and her abdomen. She could live with normal pain, but this was something different. It was not long before she realized she would not make it to her ship on her own. There was only one option left and she didn't want to do it. Something inside, a strange and foreign thought, was against this.

 

With a whimper of pain, frustration, and fear all combined into one, Qaela pulled out her commlink, the one connected to Ca'Aran's helmet. "Ca'Aran, I need you. Help me, I am near the entrance." Her voice was weak from the pain, but clear. Just in case, she added something she knew would get him coming rapidly, despite the strange feeling of guilt for using him like this. "It's the baby."

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A voice rang aloud within his helmet, hidden from other prying ears and minds. Qaela was in trouble, and this man still considered him a Black Sun Agent. He nodded towards Lucifer again. "Let me fully introduce myself, I am Keigan Halcyon, ex imperial inquisitor, at your service. Let me say it is not always the criminal underground that enjoy carrying weapons. I would recommend using that brain of yours instead of relying on your senses. Because sometimes they can be clouded." He tipped the man a salute, "I will return!" He levelled the disruptor at the apprentices again and grinned. "Don't move a muscle!" He laughed and spun upon his heel. In an instant they could hear his fading footsteps.

 

Then he found her, rushing to her side, he knelt. 'What is it? What's wrong?"

 

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Ca'Aran didn't take long to get there. Even though she was in great pain, Qaela smiled for a brief second at how nice it was to be around someone who actually kept their word even when it didn't directly benefit them. He had promised to look after her and the baby and was keeping that word. He had fought a battle for her and been horribly injured. Now, he had come when she asked even though he probably would have preferred to stay with the others and throw some more testosterone around.

 

"Pain," she said. "Pain where it shouldn't be." She had already broken into a cold sweat from it and was shaking slightly. "Help me get back to my ship."

 

He nodded and helped her up. She gave him her staff and then put an arm around his shoulders to steady herself as they left the outpost. They got back to her ship where she directed him to lay her in her bed and get some of her medical equipment.

 

The pain had continued to dull slightly, but was still uncomfortable. She struggled to stay alert so she could help herself and administer the correct drugs. Ca'Aran helped as he was well versed in field medicine. Pain relievers and then some mild stimulants to help her think.

 

Though she was still weak and unsteady, she thanked him and went to work with the Force. With a warning of what she was doing so it wouldn't worry Ca'Aran, she slipped into a trance to better access the Force. She could feel the separate life inside her but could also feel its pain. She didn't know why and it concerned her greatly. She delved deeper into the Force using the fear and desperation she was feeling. She had never been an expert healer, so she was forced to go to the edge of her limits and strain against them.

 

As she explored the tiny life within her, she noticed something odd for the first time. There seemed to be something else, some sort of echo that was draining the life. Her first instinct was to attack, but she couldn't because she couldn't properly separate it in her mind from the baby. The more she tried, the more confused she became because as soon as she could identify the echo, it slipped away into another.

 

Several minutes passed as she struggled to separate the echo from her baby. There were not one, but two others there, invaders, seemingly hostile to her baby, both needing destruction. At last, she had managed to separate the baby from the two echoes and was poised to strike at them with her own anger and rage.

 

Before she did, she sensed something she hadn't noticed before. There, within the entities that were the echoes, was something familiar to her. It was a tinge of a certain Sith, mixed with herself. They were echoes yes, but separate. She realized now why she had not sensed them before and why it had been so hard to separate them from her baby.

 

Qaela's eyes sprang open and in complete and total surprise, she exclaimed, "Triplets!?!"

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