Space

[Slicer]

Streaking through space like nobody's business. Slicer quietly contemplated on what he was about to do. Engaging his hyperspace capabilities he soon arrived at his destination ready to create the tool that would be used to mold the galaxy.

[Master Kyp Durron]

Kyp's face seemed to darken a bit at the mention of Yavin IV... So much history, experiences of the fall to the Dark Side, then Redemption to the Light. Alot of powerful memories were connected to that distant jungle moon. There would be no danger to Brad however, as Exar Kun's spirit had long been vanquished. His temple still existed there, however, and would make an excellent place for the fledgeling Jedi to face himself in his final trials to Knighthood.

 

"Yes, that's where we're headed. It's where Master Skywalker trained me... Where I built my first two Lightsabers, and where I became a Knight. There's a temple there... It focuses the Power of the Force. Focuses your meditation, and allows one to look deep within themselves."

 

Kyp remembered his visits to the temple and frowned.

 

"Sometimes even what you don't want to see. Strap yourself in, we're ready to make the jump to hyperspace."

 

As soon as Brad secured his crash webbing, Kyp engaged the hyperdrive actuator and the blackness of space resolved itself into starlines, and with a brilliant burst became the familiar blueish-white swirl of hyperspace...

[Nitestrike]

Brad let out a mental shrug. He had heard Yavin IV was destroyed. He wondered what awaited him, however, on the jungle moon. He quickly strapped himself in as the starlines started to shoot past the ship as it made the jump to hyperspace.

[darth shadowlord]

Draken smiled as they jumped into hyperspace. Realizing that this would be his final task before his lordship trial began. He walked toward the workshop, which was located in the hold of the ship. When he stepped inside he looked around quickly to find all of the tools that he would need to create his lightsabers.

 

Draken walked over to the pile of metals and began to look over them. As he looked over the metals, a glint caught his eye. Looking down, he noticed three pieces of black metal laying beside the pile he picked one up and noticed that they were balanced perfectly.

 

Leaving one piece where it was, he moved the other two pieces over to the small forge. Checking it, he found it to be burning strong and so he intserted the first piece into the forge. He felt the metal softening and left the metal there for a short time longer.

 

After about another hour Draken checked the metal and found that it was ready. He gently pulled the metal out of the forge with the force and began to manipulate and pull at the metal. bending it so that it was slightly curved then added a small amount of pressure to the curved area then bent it a bit more further up the hilt.

 

Next he set that hilt to the side and forged the other one the same way. As soon as it was pliable, he curved it the same way, then set it beside the first hilt and prepared to begin working on the insides of his sabers.

[Alora]

Alora changed course again, setting it for one more jump before their final destination. She could feel Draken hard at work making his saber.

 

She continued to watch out the view screen, losing herself in meditation while she waited for him to complete his task.

[darth shadowlord]

Draken reached out and pulled one of the saber hilts to him. Then he reached into his boot and removed the small bag with the crystals in it and set them beside him. Next he found the power cell, Then Draken turned his head and found a second power cell. He picked that one up and set it beside the first one.

 

He took the first cell and attached it to the inside of the hilt of the saber leaving about a three inch gap at the bottom of the hilt. He set that saber to the side and attached the other power cell to the second saber. Next he reached out and fashioned two mounts for the crystals.

 

Draken attached the crystal mounts to the inside of the hilts. Then opening the bag that held the crystals he pulled three of the four dark red crystals from the bag and set them in the mount. He set that saber to the side and pulled his other saber to him. Draken reached back into the bag and removed the two lighter crystal and put them into the into the second mount.

 

When that was done he stood up and walked across the room and grabbed a couple of light emitters, then grabbed two lenses from the other tray. He returned to his seat then began to attach first the light emitters then the lenses to both sabers.

 

He paused for a moment, then attached a couple of dials to each saber as well as a safety device to each. He had the ignition switches in front of him, but decided against attaching them, instead choosing to be able to ignite them with the force. but after he did that he added a small switch to ignite the sabers

 

With that finished, he took the first saber up and ignited it, watching as a very dark red bar jumped out of the hilt humming. Twisting his wrist he felt the power in the blade. He stared at the blade noticing how the darkness of the blade seemed to swallow the light.

 

Draken shut the saber down and picked up the second saber . He marveled at the weight, then ignited it and smiled as a crimson glow lit up the room. he shut it down then left the room and returned to the cockpit.

 

"Mistress ,the sabers are finished." He bowed and presented them to her and awaited her reply.

[Alora]

Alora checked the boards, noting that there was still half an hour before they were due for their next course change. She took the sabers from Draken, wandering back into the hold before igniting each one, testing them. One was well constructed, perfect balance, crystals well aligned. The other one the crystals were slightly out of alignment. Alora adjusted it and looked over the hilts.

 

"Very nice Draken."

 

She handed them back to him,

 

"You may test them sooner rather than later my apprentice. We are heading to a place where I faced a Jedi a while back. While we are there, I want you to keep your eyes open. We may want to take a 'gift' back for the Dark Lord to ... cheer him up somewhat."

 

She headed back to the cockpit, sat in the pilot's chair and motioned for Draken to sit in the co-pilots position. Coming out of hyperspace she set the final course. This one was a short jump.

 

"The Dark Lord won't have liked getting injured so if we can find him a couple of pet jedi all to the better to cheer him up. Find yourself an apprentice if there are any there. I don't know if the Jedi still use this Dojo. It had been a training establishment a while ago. I fought Andon Colos there. Hopefully we shall find it occupied. I suggest you hide your force presence before we get there."

 

Alora hid her own presence and a short time later the Night's Fury exited over Borleais...

[Horus Saast]

The Anger of a Patient Man shoots through hyperspace on a course for Coruscant.

[Namiad Ydnah]

A few hours past, before Namiad's destination was in grasp. He flew the ship into the atmosphere of Tattooine, awaiting what he would see when he landed on the planet.

[Orik Bendan]

The escort shuttle was a speck in the midst of the vacuum of space, yet it held in it two sith and a new padawan who would hopefully join the ranks of the sith one day soon. Inside of it, Macellus Nero, now known as Lord Maultros, was at the pilot's seat for the first time instead of the chair opposite him. Instead, in that chair, Orik Bendan sat down and awoke from a small sleep he had drifted into. Had goggles not covered his eyes, a bit of a shaken expression might've been found on his face as the nightmare he had been trapped in snapped away.

 

Why must I have this dream...

 

His hand, which had clenched itself into a balled fist during his short slumber, now opened up and released all the tension that had built up. Hopefully Marcellus hadn't noticed, but to think that he hadn't seen the Kel Dor become a bit shaken was unlikely. That dream made all of his emotions boil inside him to a point where it would've been uncontrollable to suppress them even if he had been risen to the world of conscience. Some things couldn't be prevented.

 

Now looking to the boy that lay down on the cot, a quick gaze waited impatiently for him to wake up. Orik wanted to see who exactly this apprentice was and if he was worthy of becoming a sith. Marcellus most likely wouldn't have made a mistake with his picking, but there was always a minimal room for error. Afterall, emotions and first impressions, as strong as they could be, could also be flawed to read and misleading in nature.

 

A thought conjured in the mind of Orik and was held within the confines of his mind for a second. It wasn't so much of a thought as it was a statement, and it wasn't truly meaningful at all. However, it was better than sitting there, rotting away in his already impatient mood while waiting on a mere boy who couldn't even call himself a sith yet. Then he stretched out and bent the force to his will and manipulate it as a potter would clay, or as a blacksmith would manipulate heated metal. Taking the thought from his mind, he planted it within the brain of Marcellus, waiting for a reply in the force. It didn't have to be said outloud, even though he knew Jace wasn't conscience due to his breathing patterns and heartbeat. For some reason, thoughts were something that Orik loved to pass between people. In his fights, he shared images and thoughts with his foe often. Thoughts are usually sacred to an indivdual, completly controlled within the metaphorical walls that contain a personality. The power to breach those walls and affect doubts, insights, fears...it was all rather empowering. It also made any statement a bit more personal and secretive.

 

So Marcellus...what do you see in this boy.

[ObliviousKnight]

The Ghost Breath coasted like her namesake through hyperspace... aside from the fact that the ship's ebony hull was anything but ghost-like against the blindingly bright starlines of hyperspace. But... let us all ignore that minor technicality, because the author is currently rambling due to extreme boredom.

[Lt. Seraphim]

Seraphim watched the Jedi pilot the vessel, making only a slight quip, "You know they say alcohol consumption while piloting is one of the lead causes of death... its the truth. I always assumed Jedi were above the common vices, seems I've much to learn and re-hash from the lower-class romanticism you guys are attributed."

 

He brought his hands behind his back, the self-satisfied smirk, "But I do thank you for the ride, Master Draygo."

[Ara-Lai Kaipi]

The Yume no Tsukikage auto-piloted its way through space as its owner, Ara-Lai Kaipi, sat in her sewing room, putting the finishing touches on two small jeweled pieces of cloth. She held them up to scrutinize them, looking through her goggles to use her computer to identify any possible weaknesses in the fabric or the gems. Satisfied that both items were fine, she placed them both in a small box, along with a small holo-cube. She wrapped the box in plain brown paper and twine before setting it aside.

 

A gift for one already born and one yet to be born. Hopefully they will be well recieved. Ara sighed and turned to her next project as she shot through space: making herself some new, non-grass stained clothes.

[ObliviousKnight]

Armiena smiled at Seraphim's remark. "They also say that most crashes occur within thirty seconds of landing or take-off. Those statisticians are right. Either way, it's not like I'm drunk." She gave the Jedi Hopeful a slow, nasty smile, turning to replace the cap on the bottle of whiskey. She completely missed the neck of the bottle, instead slamming her hand down on a mercifully clear section of the control board.

 

A long, shocked silence lingered at her display of clumsiness. "At least, I don't think I'm drunk...." Her cheeks burned with embarrassment, and the rest of the trip was very uncomfortable for Armiena...

[Namiad Ydnah]

* A comm for ORIK from Namiad Ydnah *

 

"Orik I have some bad news..... The Krayt Dragon is dead, killed by Procs, who also shot me. Your services will no longer be needed..... I have some unfinished buisness to attend to....."

 

 

* END COMM *

[Notorious]

Piloting the Shrieking Talon through the depths of space was quite fun, it had been ages since he had sat in the drivers seat. To be honest it felt damn good and he wanted to get a ship of his own, because he knew that he would have to leave this with Orik. While they sat there Marcellus watched as his newly appointed apprentice was placed onto the cot in the corner of the ship.

 

”œThat boy better not disappoint”¦it'd be a pitty if we had to leave him on some strange planet.”

[Orik Bendan]

Orik pondered the choice that Marcellus had made. Even though he was unsure if the boy were to become a worthy sith, it was still good that he was taking risks. Such was the character of a sith lord, and perhaps the Kel Dor could learn a lesson from that. Yet now the boy was not to be discussed for there were more pressing and immediate issues that must be taken care of before the training of one of the newest sith apprentices would begin. The boy hadn't even awaken and here they were chatting about it.

 

Hmm...now where would be a good place to get him a ship?

 

The ship that they were riding on now was stolen by Orik's father when he was incredibly young and was just being forced into his life as a smuggler. It was without a doubt the cheapest way to get a ship considering his situation at the time, yet now Marcellus had something at his exposal that neither the Kel Dor as a child nor his father had. Maultros possesed the dark sie of the force, wand that in itself could be the ultimate bargaining chip in the galaxy. Whether it be used through intimidation or whether one was to control the mind of another, it was an easy way to get whatever a sith needed and get it fast and cheap.

 

Now the question is what place they would go to. Naboo was home to the intricate and sleek designs of the Nubian Cruisers, just like the one that his master had owned. The ride was smooth and the room was quite spacious. However, the defences were minimal and it wasn't quite as manueverable or speedy as the shuttle that the two were riding in at the moment. They could be outfitted with weaponry however, but it would be much easier and less costly to just by a ship that already contained weaponry.

 

Then a thought came to Orik's head. Coreillia made a fine line of freighters and was a definite power house when it came to manufacturing ships. There were many different models that one could choose from, and they served various different purposes that all seemed to fit the needs that Marcellus would have. Moving from spaceport to spaceport as a smuggler, the Kel Dor had seen quite a few of these as they were owned by a variety of different people. The infamous Han Solo had in his possession a YT-1300 that he had heavily modified to make it a great ship. There were also others that could be real assets to a sith lord.

 

"I'd say Coreillia would make a good location."

 

Now the sith lord had said his peace and he prepared for Marcellus to set the course in for the planet. His eyes once again shifted toward the cot on which the boy was sprawled out on. Eventually he would have to wake up, whether it be mid-flight or when they reached the planet that they were set to reach. No matter where or when he woke up, he would rise to a different life and it would be interesting to see how he would adapt and conduct himself. Both of the sith lords would be able to see if the risk that Maultros was taking was likely to pay off or rather if it was just a lost cause.

 

I pray, for his sake, that it is not the latter.

[Fynn Relmis]

As the shuttle continued toward Maltauros Fynn turned to Nivana who smiled back at him. "Nivana, I am your master now, but I want you to be as comfortable with me as you can be, if you have a problem, I want to know it, feel free to tell me anything that concerns you. I'm only a humble knight, but I will what I can to help." He said consolingly.

 

"Now, I can tell your anxious to get started...how about we do a bit of practice with your spatial skills?" With that he got up and entered into the small cabin. Out of his pocket he pulled a small round sphere, a piece of condensed carbonite polished into a marble. As Nivana approached, he handed it to her beckoning her to sit with her legs folded as he was.

 

"The force is ever present, even here in the cold depths of space. As a jedi you must learn to use the force as you would use your arm. Picture the sphere in your minds eye, imagine it surrounded by a calm sea, floating gently in the water..."

[ObliviousKnight]

A large Gallofree Medium Transport, carrying a mix of Jedi personnel and non-vital equipment, wooshed through hyperspace. A herd of spacefaring dolphins swam in its wake.

[Niv]

She'd barely been able to reign in the excitement that came when Fynn accepted her as a padawan. Nivana subdued her excitement and assumed the the composed outward demenor of a Jedi. She did so to prove to herself that she was master of her emotions and not the other way around. She'd controlled enthusiasm, but found it hard to say anything right away. The thought of actually being trained as a Jedi left her speechless for a small time. Not until Harrun Kal was left behind did Nivana finally feel her voice wanting to make it's presence known again.

 

She followed Fynn into the cabin, taking extra care to heed his words. His voice was calm and humble, which served to bolster her faith in the man and in the Jedi all the more. She accepted the carbonite marble and sat across from Fynn. Nivana let the weight of the marble roll about in the palm of her hand as she listened to the Jedi Knight's every word. "The force is ever present, even here in the cold depths of space. As a jedi you must learn to use the force as you would use your arm. Picture the sphere in your minds eye, imagine it surrounded by a calm sea, floating gently in the water..."

 

She offered Fynn a warm grin. "I will...Master," she said in a quietly confident voice. Her eyes closed. She reached out to touch the force and it was still there. It flowed in and around her soul. It was as strong as ever she'd felt it, even there, in the vast yawning reaches of nothingness between stars and planets. The Force was everywhere and everpresent just as Fynn had said. Such a concrete realization comforted the young woman greatly.

 

The weight of the marble was still heavy in her hand. Niv eliminated thoughts of weight and focused on forming a calm blue sea out of the darkness of her imagination. A sea arose about the carbonite. She opened herself even more to the Force and prodded it towards the marble. The polished bit of carbonite leapt upward a bit, floated atop the imagined calm sea which supported it. She urged it a bit higher then opened her eyes to witness that the marble truly was levitating a few inches up from the palm of her hand.

[Fynn Relmis]

"Good, your doing well Nivana." He said with a simple smile. The relationship between the marble and yourself represents everything about the force that you will need to know to remain in the light. As you are calm and relaxed so the force will be." He paused for a moment then continued. "What you feel between the marble and yourself, is the power of the force, so for now we concentrate on one marble." He took his own marble in hand and did the same as she. "Now as you are calm, I want you to will the marble to orbit around you as a moon orbits a planet, only this time the force is the means of gravity. Extend the feeling around your entire body. Nudge it gently with your power and keep your balance. This may be harder, but you must try."

 

"As a jedi you will face many situations where your sense of what is around you is crucial, you must learn to focus and center no matter the problem. When you can't focus, panic sets in, which can lead you to fear and then to darker emotions." He said as he saw Nivana was about to attempt the next task. "But I talk to much, give it a try Nivana, and don't fear failure."

[Andon]

They had gone such separate paths since that day”¦ so many years ago all he and Jaina had to worry about was how they would avoid her parents so they could steal long moments away together in one of their trysts. She was beautiful to him then and since that day his belief in that truth had only further strengthened, so many times Andon had found it hard to fathom that he was her elder”¦ Jaina's maturity in every imaginable aspect shadowed the aspect of the youth she possessed. Adolescence had a cruel irony about it; their bodies possessing the shape and form of the adults they were to become yet mentally they were still just kids, prone to mistakes and irrational thinking.

 

Some would say that's where they went wrong”¦ they were just too young to know how they felt, but Andon and Jaina knew they were destined to be together from the beginning, it was only a matter of understanding what they could not see. The spark of love will find you and consume you”¦ it cares nothing of age. It will stir and it will howl and all that can hear it's phantom call will be forever driven by it. The former Jedi and former Sith Jaina Jade Skywalker was not immune to its beckon will. The one time avatar of the light Andon Colos could never escape its grasp and the renegade of the Force he had become would be no different.

 

Once two people were in love nothing could be done about it”¦ real love is forever. With a single embrace, it was now Andon's turn to share memories with her from long ago with nothing more then a thought and a gentle whisper. ”œPromise me I'll never have to make you stay, Jaina Jade Skywalker”¦”

[Ary the Grey]

Aryian and Dash's ships flew through space and all that jazz.

[handofthrawn]

OOC: Oh, yeah...I guess he wasn't there. An honest mistake.

 

IC: ShadowFett pulled the Night of Vengeance out of hyperspace after 13.486 seconds of faster-than-light travel. Even if someone that guessed his hyperspace vector couldn't possibly guess the exact fraction of a second that he pulled out. He was successful, and there was nothing the Black Sun could do to erase that fact from history.

 

He had dealt them a major blow, one that completely removed one of their longest-standing and most important bases from the planet of Dubrillion. Fett took a moment while laying in coordinates for his next jump to reflect on all the time he had spent there.

 

The Mandalorian had been an active and successful operative when the base had been founded and put under the command of Luthis Vandren. Luthis was a very corrupt man and he had participated in slave labor to get the base functioning. He was also as ruthless as Darth Vader, killing for incompetance.

 

ShadowFett, at the time, had been almost as convicted as he was now. He reported the incident he had witnessed to Piccolo, and Piccolo reprimanded Luthis for it, though not as much as he should have. It wasn't long after that that Luthis was killed by a Jedi Knight during an attack by the Black Sun that had also claimed the life of Piccolo at the hands of Jareth Vermillios, but Fett had survived.

 

He had been given command of the base on Dubrillion after that, being elevated to Piccolo's right hand. He had effectually been to Piccolo what Piccolo had been to the late Lord Smash Daisaku during the Black Sun's glory days. After that Kabal Daisaku took over and resided on Dubrillion (the Black Sun Citadel was still in disrepair from a long time earlier).

 

Fett remembered countless hours training there, the first time he had beaten Piccolo in a duel, and studying to lead the Armada. The base had been more than functional, his home for most of his time with the Black Sun following its construction. And now it was gone, destroyed by his very hands.

 

Times had changed. No longer Piccolo's greatest ally, Fett was the half-trandoshan's greatest enemy. He by himself was a threat to the Black Sun. He no longer served it, having revealed it to be corrupt. He would never again fight alongside Piccolo, whom he had braved countless fears with. Together they had fought Jedi, ended the threat of Raska Thrane despite the efforts of Rane Scando, Mike Attard, and Vladamir Faust, driven the Jedi from a hidden base, struck the wookiees on Kashyyyk, and claimed the bounty on Reagan McGreggor (though not exactly capturing her).

 

It had been a long and fruitful partnership, one that had changed the Black Sun forever. ShadowFett had completed countless tasks, aiding and fighting villains such as Faust and Scando, working undercover with stealth and creating outward diversions for others. He had been to so many worlds and done so much...all for the Black Sun.

 

And now the Mandalorian was on his own. He would not likely ever join another faction. The only one he could trust was himself. He was a Mandalorian. This was the way it was supposed to be. After this, everything that he did would be by his choice, dictated by his morals. That's the only way it could be.

 

From now until his death, he would be ShadowFett, the one that stood up for his beliefs no matter what the price.

[Notorious]

Coreillia”¦ Yes, I have heard great things about their ships”¦ Thought the Sith Lord as he set his course for the planet of Coreillia. He had never been to the planet before, but he over the years he had heard many things about it and was actually quite excited to be heading there.

 

Piloting the ship through space Lord Maultros looked over to his former master and watched him. The man had been apart of his life for quite sometime now and Marcellus now looked up Orik as a father figure, the orange alien had been there for him and taught him the ways of the dark side. That was more than he had ever received from his true father. Although he doesn't remember anything from his past truthfully, his mind focused solely on the future.

 

Turning his head back down to his control panel before him the Sith pressed the hyperdrive and sent them flying through space towards Coreillia.

 

”œSo Orik”¦ when do we go and kill that Kyp Durron fellow? It would be me great joy to see him fall, and I know that you would enjoy it as well.”

[Niv]

"It's a difficult thing, to not fear failure." Nivana admitted, feeling as if Fynn had felt the faint doubt that had tried to surface within her as he explained the next task. It had been rather easy to levitate the marble, but to move it around herself was an entirely different creature...or so doubt had informed her. She shoved the doubt away and looked thoughtfully at the object and then to Fynn. "I will not fear failure," Nivana said resolutely to her master, but also to reassure herself that this task was achievable.

 

She focussed and centered then extended her feelings outward and around her entire body. There came a subtle awareness of the space surrounding and between she and the marble. Nivana then pushed with the force, almost bashfully, at the marble. It did not move. Discouragement tried to surface but she shoved it away, refusing to surrender so easily. She exhaled and relaxed a bit more before nudging at the reluctant marble again. It moved this time, jerked akwardly, a few inches to the right. It was all the encouragement she needed.

 

Niv imagined the marble embraced by the 'gravity' that surrounded her body. The carbonite spun lazily in place as if eager to become a miniature moon. So she nudged at it again. The marble rose a few more inches then slid to the right again. She positioned it into the orbital path she intended for it to follow. It began to circle close to Niv's head. But it's motions looked akward and artificial. It took time and monumental focus to finally get the tiny satellite to smoothly follow it's trajectory. Eventually it felt almost effortless to hold the marble on it's path. Niv was aware of where it was at all times, even when it was out of her sight.

[handofthrawn]

For a moment, Fett wasn't quite sure where to go next, what course to pursue. The Black Sun had few bases, the only surviving one being the citadel on Coruscant itself. Although the citadel had been destroyed in the past via a means ShadowFett could technically replicate, he didn't have the resources to take on Piccolo and the other top Black Sun Operatives alone. It was possible, but unlikely.

 

He was not one to be slowed by odds, but there was a difference between defiance of odds and stupidity. No, not without some form of support would he attempt to take out the remaining Black Sun stronghold. The question was who.

 

The Link had a bounty on his head, though no one had attempted to collect it just yet. Things would certainly be a lot more interesting if there was another bounty hunter thrown in there somewhere. He couldn't go to the Link.

 

The Alliance was holding a truce with the Black Sun due to Fett's efforts. He truly had foiled their plan of immorality, though they wouldn't say that over holonet. The very thing he was fighting for disallowed him from going to the Alliance for support.

 

Contrarily, the Jedi held no such truce. The Black Sun had, in fact, participated in the assault of the Jedi Academy not long ago. They were enemies to the core. But would the Jedi take the aggressive stance and help him attack the Black Sun? From what he knew, it was against the code they followed, just as certain things were against the Codex that he followed.

 

SEED was gone, as far as he knew, but he would never work for or with them anyway. They were cutthroats, bandits, and scum.

 

That left the Galactic Empire. There were possibilities in the Empire. It would mean a period of gaining trust with them. It would mean working for them until they trusted him enough to let him influence them. He doubted they would let him into the Navy, but if he played his cards correctly, he could both destroy the Black Sun and get his vengeance on the Empire that he swore he would take at the same time that he claimed vengeance on the Black Sun.

 

"2277," he said, "set a course for the Imperial homeworld, Carida."

 

Minutes later the Night of Vengeance was gone, tunneling through hyperspace at incredible speeds.

[Orik Bendan]

Orik looked to Maultros as a spark of anger inside of him ignited a rage that seemed to engulf his being. The very mention of the name brought back the horrible memories of death and defeat as he could imagine the blade of the lightsaber slicing through his mid-section and the Kel Dor's mind fell to the farthest reaches of oblivion. Reality had become but a mirage as he had slipped into the sleeping state from which he had now awoken from, and all of it had subsided to make room for the face of the former Dark Lord of the Sith whose features would become etched in his mind for eternity.

 

"I will kill him when it is time for me to kill him..."

 

The heavens forbid that the sith lord say anything that might've implied that it would take any effort to kill the man. No, he was no longer a man in his eyes any more. It wasn't worthy of being called a man. To have all the power at your fingertips, ready to dispense your wrath upon any being you wished without fear and then to throw it all away for nothing at all... only an unintelligent fool would do such a remarkably stupid thing.

 

Not wanting to talk about it any more, the sith lord was quite releived when the planet of Coreillia came into view. It was just like every other time he had visited a planet. The orb would always grow into view and suddenly you'd find yourself actually in it without hardly realizing it. There wasn't truly a set point in most cases where you could tell the exact instant you had hit the atmosphere, yet somehow you would suddenly just land. Orik knew he was thinking too much again... overanalyzing things again. Ever since his failure at the temple he'd thought about things a lot more than was needed, even taking something so simple as landing on a planet and expanding upon the thought.

 

We all have our demons... the academy is mine.

 

As the shuttle drew closer and closer to the ground, the sith lord realized what he would have to do. He'd have to dispel these "demons" from his soul before he could become one. One who terrorizes cannot be terrorized, and that is not what Orik wanted for him self. He'd have to find a place of reflection, a place to find himself and try to excorize this useless self-pity.

 

"We're landing now. I won't be getting out with you sadly. I have...something to do."

 

(cont. in Coreillia)

[Zero]

The Rogue Jedi left Wayland behind and began its trek through space.

 

"Kautra, I want you to meditate on the weapon of the Jedi, this is a powerful test of whether or not you will become a Jedi; if the force speaks to you and tells you the way to construct this weapon, we will continue to a place to help you on that quest."

[Oblivion]

An unmarked black plated A-Wing soared from the stretches of deep space, coming to a slow hault as the primary functions came back online from the extended breech into hyperspace. Letting the controls cool down, fingers nimbly thumbed a co-ordinate he rememebered seeing earlier, the location of Coruscant coming onscreen..

 

"Yes.. Perfect," Even when farther away from the Temple on Raxus Prime now, those dark tendecies long felt back there were still beating with him still, the operative's mind full with a sense of repressed excitement and blood lust, wetting his lips with the edge of his tongue just as the final preperations were now complete.

 

"It will be far better the second time around.."

 

..Would be all he spoke silently to himself within the tight confines of the starship as the engines flarred a bright blue colour, shortly taking off back into the hyperspace channels instanteously after.