Byss

[Bad karma]

Supply freighters began making runs from The Requiem down to the surface of Byss over and over, leaving workers, supplies, and machinery upon the surface to start up construction. They instantly set to work, working around the clock on half day shifts. The pay was good enough to keep anyone from complaining...at least they hadn't been enslaved and forced to work for free.

[Darth Mortis Diabolus]

DMD stood in the window of his library, watching as Mr. Mortati left in his freighter. His connection with Byss, alerted him of the arrival of ships in the lower atmosphere. Dozens of incoming ships going to and from the surface, possibly off loading supplies and personnel.

 

So it begins...

 

A knock at the door, drew his attention form the planet's activity and back to himself. Before his apprentice spoke, he knew who it was. In spite of this, he said nothing. DMD was a man who had just learned of a startling revelation. His life had come screeching to a halt. There was something out there he had to live for. Or better someone. A child.

 

There was another series of knocks, but this time the Sith lord moved instinctively to the door holding the handle firmly. He could see Drake's aura through the door giving away his position. In his hand he held a dagger that he intended to drive into the top of his apprentice's skull. The urge to follow through intensified as he sensed Drake lean his head against the door, to listen for any response from his master.

 

Instead, he did the opposite. He opened the door and greeted his apprentice. The dagger he held, was now lodged into the wall near the door way. DMD slid out from behind the door as if he were hiding something and spoke to Drake in the Hallway.

 

"Your eagerness for training is commendable but annoying. Too much too soon, can do more harm than good. Your body must become attuned to the dark energies so that it doesn't take back too much of what you take from it. There is a price to be paid for the power of the dark side. That price is the damnation of your life to the abyss of eternal madness and the loss of self." DMD allowed his words to linger, so that the gravity of what he said could set in.

 

"I have a task for you, but I fear you are not ready." He said to Drake.

[Alora]

The Night's Fury came out of hyperspace above the planet Byss, noticing as it closed the distance that the ship Barton had described was in orbit. She sent a message to the Ecstasyrequesting to dock with it. Receiving permission, she took her ship in to land on the intridictor. She went through her post flight checks, leaving Kaydee on the ship while she rose from the pilot's seat and left the cockpit.

 

She moved through her ship, lowering the ramp and noticing the escort that had been provided.

 

"I had a message to come in person to collect my order."

 

 

 

--edited - wrong ship name --

Edited May 4, 2006 by Guest

[Drake Ferral]

Slightly surprised by the opening of the door, Drake bowed low to his master and heard his words. "My master I have already given this matter some thought. I believe that I am ready. I am ready. I can do all that I feel... No I know I can do all of what you ask from me. I wish to be finished with my training and working. I wish to fight.... fight all who oppose our way of life. I feel that my talents are not used to the best of my abilities."

 

Looking at his master as he said such impudent words, Drake began calmly analysing the ways out of this situation. 1 Kill his master. He instatly discarded this course of action. His master still had much to teach him. 2 Escape Byss. This was ludicrous as there were shis in orbit and most would kill him after a com message from DMD. 3 Fulfill this next task perfectly. This was the hardest way out of this situation, but the only one which left him on top.

 

Deciding to stay and complete the task he bowed low and spoke again. "My master I humbly ask that you at least tell me what the task is to be. I am the one who can best decide the best course of action, but only if I know the situation."

[Bad karma]

Mr. Mortati was awaiting the young beauty as she departed her ship. He did not waste time with looking her over, she was a customer and potential employee and nothing more. He nodded his head out of respect and listened as she spoke. Standing just behind him was his private escort, three men with vibrostaves. They would be able to hold back most anyone until backup arrived, besides he had no worry. She was on board the flag ship now anyways.

 

"Yes. You also expressed an interest in a change of scenery, if you would like..we can provide that here, of course, we would ask you to assist us in a few certain ways.."

 

He turned to the side a bit and motioned with his hands for her to follow him out. They moved through the ship towards the cargo hold. The front section of the cargo hold had been turned into a large lounge where business was to be done. The room was lavishly decorated, most of the furniture leather at the request of Trowa. There was a bar towards the far wall, where the entrance to the main cargo area was held. Mr. Mortati sat a brief case down in front of Alora.

 

"Complements of Trowa. Now, would you be interested in assisting us a bit in exchange for.." He nodded towards the briefcase..."Access to the hold when you need it, as well as lodging and anything else you might need?"

[Alora]

Alora had followed Mr. Mortati through to the lounge area. She glanced at the briefcase that he'd produced. She hadn't been concerned about his escort, so confident in her own abilities. Her anger had simmered down again now though was masked just below the surface.

 

"I might be interested in that. Just what may he be requiring?"

 

The offer sounded intriguing for her. She could stay around here or try and keep herself occupied elsewhere. For now, this may keep her mind off other... things.

[Achalys]

Evadne had not been doing anything for some time. She just walked around, had made a mental map of most of the fortress, and had memorized her room from top to bottom. She had thought she had heard her master once, but when she looked around, there was no one in sight. She hung out in her ship some, and spent some time outside. "This waiting has got to end!" she yelled in her ship, throwing the nearest object she could grab at the wall.

She then heard a all too familiar sound of P5-B1 floating towards her. "Master! Is there any way you could stop denting the ship?!?" Evadne just shot him. "sorry P5-B1, I'll repair you later..." She said, heading out of her ship, and back to the City-fortress.

[Bad karma]

Mr. Mortati began to pour himself a drink. He glanced over his shoulder at Alora to see if she wanted anything. It had been a while since his last drink, but he had been working a lot lately and in this business it was never good to work when stressed out. Sipping at his drink he turned back to her and leaned against the fine oak of the bar.

 

"My employer, as you know, is male. He has a very acute fashion sense, but he has no idea what trends are suiting the Galaxy as he has no real care for such I am sure. We are building a Star Port and a resort on Byss and he wishes for you to design the decor."

 

He took a larger swig of his drink and waited for her response, using his left hand to smooth his robes over. He would most decently need sleep and soon at that.

 

Far below them the construction was going as planned, the outline and framework was up so far...and working around the schedule was really increasing productivity.

[Alora]

Alora accepted a drink, taking a sip of the potent substance. So he required a decorator... that was one thing Alora excelled in. Before the disasterous conference trip her family had to Coruscant, she had been in that line of training as well as her business degree. She'd had a large part of the decorating of the ships that her family shipyards had produced.

 

"That sounds an easy task that I see no drama's with. I would have to know what his budgeting limits are and if he wants nothing but the best or if he wants imitations."

 

She sat down on one of the bar stools, allowing her eyes to roam over the oak bar. Her hand caressed the fine wood, having an idea that it would be nothing but the best rather than the cheaper imitations that would be required. She had alot of contacts with suppliers so this wouldn't take alot of doing.

 

"When would he want me to start?"

[Tarrian Skywalker]

Tarrian felt the little one approach her and didn't turn to face him... Instead, she called the force to her and threw him to the ground bringing him to his knees... she finally turned and squaded down to be eye level with him, slowly cutting off his airway...

 

Looking him in the eyes, with a deadly cold voice... "You have failed your task little one... I do not view failures well... failing is for the weak, the jedi... "

 

Looking into his soul, she reached into his mind... "hmmm, do you think you should be a sith?" Without moving, she planted an illusion within his mind that he was burning... suddenly he saw flames on his arm...

[Yoshiba]

Yoshiba felt a fluxuation in the force right before he was thrown to the ground. He fell to his knees being held there with emence pressure. The force was weighing down, grinding his knees into the ground. Master Tarrian turned around, and squatted to look him stright in the eyes.

 

Pressure was slowly building in his throat. It began to cutoff his airway, and stop his breathing. Yoshiba was struggeling to stay up, the air supply to his head was decreasing.

 

His master began to put off an aura of death was she tightened the grip of the force around his neck.

 

"You have failed your task little one... I do not view failures well... failing is for the weak, the jedi... " she said coldly.

 

Yoshiba could feel her dig into his soul, he could feel her eyes prying deeper and deeper still.

 

"Do you think you should be a sith?" his masters voice rang inside of his head. After the voice left his head, a picture entered. It was a picture of him burning, the flames spurting from his body. The shreaks that were emiting from the engulfed body were horrific.

 

Yoshiba could feel the warmth of the image in his head. He was struggeling to remove the grasp from his throat. He was trying to get ht image out of his head. He could feel the force inside of him become chaotic, and very destructive. He was unable to shreak, for the grasp was cutting his voice box as well.

 

Yohiba began to feel very warm, his arm was where most of the pain was comming from, for that was where the force was heading to. Why there, Yoshiba did not know, but before he knew it, a small flame erupted from his upper arm.

 

He had forced the fear of dying, and the pain of suffrication out of his body. The flame grew bigger as Yoshiba became more confident that he was not going to die this way. He could feel the grip of hs master slightly weaken and a little air slipped through the gap. Only to have that gap slamed shut by his master. He looked her in the eye, as his arm became engulfed in flames.

 

"I WILL BE A SITH" he shouted in his mind, knowing that his master had to of heard him.

[DarkJedi K'munee]

OOC: Made a mistake and posted with the wrong alias. Just go with it. Sorry about that.

 

DMD sent Evadne a short message, using his wrist mounted comm unit.

 

Evadne. Meet me in the library.

 

End of transmission-

 

Treachery was in the air. Drake's words were carefully measured as he spoke to his master, but he knew his attempt was futile. DMD was a master of the mind and he could see through Drake's mental defenses as easily as he saw his apprentice's aura through the door.

 

"Ready you say? You couldn't even handle me, Drake. Your eagerness is testing my patience. The only you have proved to me is that you are ready to die. If not by my hands, then by another. Your impressive powers and skills are making you reckless. You are an accomplished warrior but you lack the edge."

 

DMD opened the door behind him pulling the dagger from the wall. When he turned to face Drake with the weapon in his hand, he could see his apprentice ready himself defensively.

 

"Do you see this? I could have killed you five minutes ago. In fact, I had planned on it. Apprentices like you are dangerous. You want to much too fast." He said as his glowing green eyes flared, accenting his words.

 

"I am feeling lenient though. I will make you a deal. If you can complete the task I assign, upon your return I will give you your trials to become a Sith Lord. The task is this; There is a Jedi knight named Ariyan Darkfire that has something very precious to me. My Sith sword. Seek him out and retrieve it for me. Do you accept my terms?"

Edited May 6, 2006 by Guest

[Bad karma]

Mr. Mortati swirled the drink in his hand for a moment or two, watching the liquid swish back and forth. He ran his tongue over his teeth slowly before looking back towards Alora. He was not quite sure how to answer her question. The first portion of it would be easy, no doubt, but the second half...he could only speculate.

 

"Well, he wants only the best. You've no budget limit...You can start as soon as everything is in order, but until then is there anything I can get for you?"

 

His monotone had not changed one bit since he had first spoken to her, but now he was showing a bit of his refined side as he sipped at the crimson liquid he held.

[Alora]

"If you could show me around the resort. I'll take a look, see which suppliers I should contact. When will your Boss become available?"

 

Alora went to take another sip of her drink only to find her hand shaking. She placed it down, clutching her chest. Just as with Zad, she felt Draken's death. Somehow the bonds hadn't completely been severed, maybe because she'd been lovers with them. She was sure that if Exodus departed this world too she would feel that, possibly more so since he was her first apprentice even if she had never slept with him. Deep down inside she still felt something for them, but that was being buried beneath layers of ice.

 

In one last gesture, she raised her glass in toast, downing the remainder of the drink in one gulp before placing the glass back on the bar. Mortati had no idea why she just raised the glass, possibly figuring it was for their business venture. One by one they all go... one by one they all disappear... She was becoming more the ice maiden by events beyond her control... Lady Traya... Darth Traya... one that knows all about betrayal... one that knows all about the loss of love...

[Achalys]

Evadne got a message on her comm, which made itself know by a little beep. Evadne set down the pieces of P5-B1 that she had been working on, and checked her message.

 

Evadne. Meet me in the library.

 

Putting on her gloves, she headed towards the library. Once she got there she found a seat and waited for her master.

[Darth Mortis Diabolus]

Thump-thump!

 

Thump-Thump!

 

The sounds of the thumping grew louder in his eardrums, pulling him out of his inner thoughts. The rhythm of the beats increased gradually as it drew closer to the room where he stood waiting in front of a roaring fire. The door behind him creaked open and then closed lightly, as though they were trying to be discreet. He knew who it was without even turning to look.

 

"I trust your break from training was enjoyable?" He said with a raised a single eyebrow.

 

"The time has come for me to you the powers of the mind. I hope you bought the lightsaber you were instructed to restore to working order, because you are gonna need it."

 

He turned to face her, bending at the waist as though he were bowing, but he never straightened his back to stand up. His head hung low, with his face to the floor.

 

"Come and claim your prize my apprentice. Ignite the crimson blade of your lightsaber. Cut off my head and take my power. Do it!" He shouted.

[Achalys]

Evadne nodded when he master asked her if her break was enjoyable. In reality it was a little frustrating, but she doubted her master would care.

 

when her master said that she would need her lightsaber, she was glad she always left it attached to her belt.

 

"Come and claim your prize my apprentice. Ignite the crimson blade of your lightsaber. Cut off my head and take my power. Do it!"

 

She was taken aback. her eyebrows shot up, and tried to see if he was testing her, which was very hard since his head was facing the ground.

 

It only took a second, though, before she drew her lightsaber. She took the blade and swiftly cut through his neck. It was almost like cutting through butter.

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Later she was on her ship and warming things up. As the ship warmed up she thought about what he had meant by take his power "I don't feel any different..." She said to herself. Once the ship warmed up, she blasted off into space.

[Kautra Nadio]

(( Sorry, wrong alias. Im just re-posting this, that way you can see it eaiser, and now you know I'm still here.))

 

Yoshiba felt a fluxuation in the force right before he was thrown to the ground. He fell to his knees being held there with emence pressure. The force was weighing down, grinding his knees into the ground. Master Tarrian turned around, and squatted to look him stright in the eyes.

 

Pressure was slowly building in his throat. It began to cutoff his airway, and stop his breathing. Yoshiba was struggeling to stay up, the air supply to his head was decreasing.

 

His master began to put off an aura of death was she tightened the grip of the force around his neck.

 

"You have failed your task little one... I do not view failures well... failing is for the weak, the jedi... " she said coldly.

 

Yoshiba could feel her dig into his soul, he could feel her eyes prying deeper and deeper still.

 

"Do you think you should be a sith?" his masters voice rang inside of his head. After the voice left his head, a picture entered. It was a picture of him burning, the flames spurting from his body. The shreaks that were emiting from the engulfed body were horrific.

 

Yoshiba could feel the warmth of the image in his head. He was struggeling to remove the grasp from his throat. He was trying to get ht image out of his head. He could feel the force inside of him become chaotic, and very destructive. He was unable to shreak, for the grasp was cutting his voice box as well.

 

Yohiba began to feel very warm, his arm was where most of the pain was comming from, for that was where the force was heading to. Why there, Yoshiba did not know, but before he knew it, a small flame erupted from his upper arm.

 

He had forced the fear of dying, and the pain of suffrication out of his body. The flame grew bigger as Yoshiba became more confident that he was not going to die this way. He could feel the grip of hs master slightly weaken and a little air slipped through the gap. Only to have that gap slamed shut by his master. He looked her in the eye, as his arm became engulfed in flames.

 

"I WILL BE A SITH" he shouted in his mind, knowing that his master had to of heard him.

[Tarrian Skywalker]

Tarrian finally came out of her daze and threw Yoshiba across the room... she stormed across to retrieve him... "You fail because you can not see the end results... " Grabbing him with the force, she began to choke him... holding him off the ground. "If you fail this test, you will be dead... "

 

Without another word, she continued to cut off his air supply...

[Menthu]

Procs walked into yet another strange scene this time it was clear however that the master was choking the apperntice. He decided it was in his best intrest to leave. Backing out of the room he decided to go find something else to busy himself with.

[Yoshiba]

Yoshiba was half dead as it were, the flame on his arm had extinguished, and was now slightly chared. His masteres eyes re-focused on him, and she threw him across the room. Slamming his back on the wall, he felt a small crack. His master was quick to re-gain his attention.

 

"You fail because you can not see the end results... " she said as she held him in the air with the force. He was hanging 3 feet off the ground, and she closed his air way again.

 

"If you fail this test, you will be dead..." she said next. Yoshiba was struggeling the grasp of death, that his master had on him. The image of him burning was still somewhat fresh in his head. He was held immobil in the air and was slowly being killed, his life was about to be extinguished.

 

An image slowly drifted in his head. He was standing over his masters dead body. She was laying in a puddle of her own blood, with a throwing dagger implanted deep within her skull. The image enraged Yoshiba.

 

How's that for seeing the end results he said to himself. He could feel a great pressure start to build in his right hand. He was calling the force there. The pressure grew, and when Yoshiba felt it would suffice, he released it at his Master. The force push he had learned from watching his master, caught her off gaurd, and knocked her back slightly.

 

It was just enough to have her drop him from her grip. As he fell, he called the force back to his right hand, building it up again for an other attack. This time he grabbed a throwing dagger with his right hand, and infused it with the force, the pressure grew in both his hand and the dagger. And Yoshiba hurdled it towards his masters exposed forehead.

 

As the dagger flew through the air, Yoshiba pulled out his last throwing dagger, and began to infuse it with the force like the last one. The pressure grew rapidly, he was getting the hang of the force push down, and before the first made contact, the second one was set free, aimed at his masters heart.

[Lobo]

Lobo's stolen shuttle lumbered into Byss space. The ship was so slow the hunter had managed to get some rest and tend to his wounds using the Imperial med kits he found in the back. Bandages were draped across his hulking form. He landed at the coordinates Barton had given him. The bounty hunter stepped out of the ship.

 

"Show yourself Barton, I don't have all day."

[Tarrian Skywalker]

Releasing him from her grasp, she smiled at his will... taking a few steps back, she held up her hand and stopped the dagger in mid air using the force. grabbing the knife, she sent it back at him instantly. Having stepped slightly out of the way of the second dagger, it struck her in the shoulder...

 

She looked at it a moment and then reached up with her other arm and pulled it out...

 

the dagger she had sent wedged in the ground between his feet... exactly where she had wanted it to go... While the illusion of him burning was still in his mind... she released his mind to see he was not burned at all...

 

"You must always know what is real, and what is not... "

[Darth Mortis Diabolus]

The temperature in the room changed. The fireplace at DMD's back ceased to produce heat and various objects in the room appeared hazy, as though reality were being distorted. The wood burning in the fireplace crackled but made no sounds. The crimson lightsaber blade in his eager apprentice's hands was thumbed to life minus the signature snap-hiss. The entire room had gone mute.

 

DMD leaned down before her offering a most tempting prize. Evadne was motionless for the first minute or so. Her heart pounded the underside of her sternum as though it intended to burst through her.

 

Thump-thump, thump-thump

 

Thump-thump, thump-thump

 

Thump-thump, thump-thump, thump-thump

 

And then it happened. Evadne advanced on her master. Her movements were fluid and effortless. She moved as though she were in a dream. Holding the lightsaber hilt in both hands she brought the blade down on DMD's collar line. The blood colored blade passed through the bone, soft tissue and cartilage of the neck, leaving the cauterized area red hot and glowing for a brief period. DMD's head fell to the ground bouncing after it's initial fall and then rolling to the feet of his apprentice. His eyes closed to the world so that he would not see the end coming and live in the memories of what life is and was. His torso fell to its' knee then slumped over forward on the stump that was his neck.

 

Evaden left the room shortly after that. The haze in the room began to fade and the sounds of life began to trickle back into reality. The heat from the fire, filled the room with it's warmth.

 

In the corner, between the two bookshelves were a pair of glowing emerald eyes, staring out from the darkness. The eyes moved forward and took shape into a man. That man was the same one who was just slumped over on the floor after being beheaded. The body that lay on the floor disappeared in a hazy distortion.

 

DMD walked to the window, in time to see Evadne's ship blasting off into space. He shook his head, thinking of how she had allowed herself to be cheated out of her training. For all her potential, she lacked foresight.

 

"I thought you were ready for the power I had to offer, but I see that my judgement was flawed. There will come a time when you will return to me and I will make your punishment legendary." He said softly to himself.

[Yoshiba]

Yoshiba watched as his master rose her hand in the air, stopping the dagger dead in its spot. he felt a small influx in the force, and the dagger was directed right back at him. Before Yoshiba moved, he watched as the second dagger sliced into his masters shoulder. He was not expecting to hit her, but enjoyed the fact that it did.

 

The dagger that was thrown at him, was not on a course to hit him. So he took no action to dodge it. Instead the dagger lodged itself in between his feet. As the dagger sunk into the ground, the picture of his buring body left him, his arm was fine, and he no longer heard the screaming.

 

"You must always know what is real, and what is not... " his master siad in a calm quiet tone.

 

He could not help but just stare at her, he did not know what to say, or do. And so he just waited for her to continue.

[Tarrian Skywalker]

Letting her shoulder bleed, she shook her head at her little one... "You failed because you can not see the rewards of your actions... Perserverance of the meal would have gotten you the reward of realizing that survival is paramont... and you can survive on anything that nature has to dish out at you..."

 

Moving towards her apprentice she looked into his soul... "You must be able to realize what is real... and what is an illusion... I am a master of illusion and the mental force... what you thought was real and your flesh burning from your body was nothing more then an illusion I put in your mind..."

 

Moving past him, she led him out of the room... "Go now and get yourself cleaned up... rest and have a real meal... your training will start again in the morning... you will have this last chance... if you fail again... I will kill you... " she led him to his room and stopped at the door... "oh, and don't think the dagger injuried me ... nor was it lucky... I chose not to avoid it... now you know that although I have great power... I bleed just the same as someone that does not... arrogance will get you killed... "

 

With that she moved off down the hall and went to look for DMD... she stood in the doorway to where he was... watching him...

[Yoshiba]

Yoshiba simply nodded his head, as his master went on. Yoshiba walked with his master as she led him out of the temple. He was told to go and get some real food, and some sleep, and all he could do was nod.

 

He was surprised that some one would allow themself to be struck for any reason, but it served as a valuible lesson to Yoshiba. He sttod where he was untill his master was out of sight. When she turned the corner, he fell to the ground. His knees had fallen form underneathe him. The image of him burning was still looming around his mind. The shreaks still fresh in his ears.

 

His body had given up on him, it was almost tramatized, he could still feel the warmth of the fire around his body. He looked around, and made sure that no one could see him. He did not want to show any one a weakness. Dying in a fire was his greatess fear. And he suspected that his master had known it. He could still feel his masters cold eyes prying into his soul.

 

Fifteen minutes passed, and Yoshiba felt it was time to stand up. He was able yo get one leg on the ground, but found it rather hard to get the other one up. He thought about how Drake had caused him to fail, and how he had allowed it to happen. The anger enraged Yoshiba, and he then found it very easy to stand.

 

As he walked, he kept an eye out for Drake, if he were to see him, he knew not of what he would do. He quickly ascended the stairs, and entered his room. There he saw his old masters broken lightsaber laying on his bed.

 

"why was it much eaiser with you?" he said out loud to the air.

 

The silence did nothing to answer that question. Instead Yoshiba laid down on his bed and closed his eyes. He could not find sleep easy either. The image of him burning was still fresh in his mind, and it caused him from sleeping. So he gave up on that and headed out to find some good decant, honest food.

[Drake Ferral]

Walking off to find his teacher Drake walked past a room and saw inside of it Yoshiba. His former partner was leaking fear anger and jealousy. He walked past the room and found out that most of the anger was directed towards himself and some surprisingly enough at Drake. It seems that the draining of his power caused him to fail his task. Laughing Drake walked by flaunting his sword and is power, relishing the empowerment of the emotions of his one time apprentice.

 

Walking to where his master was standing he bowed low and asked the fatal question. "Master I wish to learn what my next task is so that I may fullfil it if it is in my power."

[Darth Mortis Diabolus]

OOC: Drake read the challenge I posted for you on the previous page. I believe it involved a test that would prepare you for elevation from apprentice to Lord. I also emailed the other participant. You should contact him on AIM or PM to arrange the exchange.

 

IC: The concept of time left him as he watched the skies. The blue green glow of the algae in the lakes around his city-fortress, were accented by the moon and the subtle sounds of nocturnal creatures waking up to the night. A cool night's breeze entered the open window, raising small hairs on his forearms. The smell from the pine like trees that outlined the encompassing valley of the three major lakes, filled the library.

 

For a moment, he closed his eyes and relished in the power influx he was experiencing. The planet gave of itself, adding power to the vessel that was his body. Byss was as much a part of him as the fabled sword he lost dueling a Jedi during the Coruscant attack. He could sense the heartbeat of every life form that inhabits the planet, and they all breathed as one. He opened his eyes as he turned from the window in time to see that he was no longer alone.

 

Master Tarrian stood in the doorway, quietly observing his behavior. He flashed a smile, while at the same time wondering how she was always able to sneak up on him. Suppressing one's power and presence in the force was no small feet. It required a mastery that few could ever attain, though Tarrian was no novice. She was a supreme being wielding the power of darkness effortlessly. What better being to rule as his equal and companion?

 

"Please sit and talk with me. I'm sorry for avoiding you for the past couple of weeks, but I was trying to dedicate time to the training of my apprentices."

[Drake Ferral]

Walking out to his ship and flying out into space, Drake headed to where the force told him to go. he headed towards where he felt he should be and sent his ship into hyperspace for an unknown location.