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Csilla
Lightsabers flashed across the battlefield as the Dark Jedi under the Sith Tribunal and the Jedi met on the battlefield. Each side charged across the icy plain of the planet Csilla as the battle raged on for the fourth day now. The two factions that so loathed one another for each other’s different philosophies were locked in a battle for control of the planet for its strategic location between the two main planets of the two factions. And so, the Jedi and the Dark Jedi of the Sith raged across the battlefield at one another with their lightsabers bared at one another. The two sides finally clashed, many of the frontline dying from the initial clash. The blades of their lightsabers clashed, making sparks and smoke rise into the frigid air. As the battle continued, dropships brought in more troops to reinforce both sides as more and more fell to their enemies’ blades.

The Jedi began to fall back in a frozen valley, and the Dark Jedi pushed forward into the valley, which turned out to be an ambush tactic by the Jedi. As soon as the Sith’s Dark Jedi forces entered the valley, the Jedi forces charged from both sides of the valley and swept through the flanks of the Dark Jedi and closed off the entrance to the valley while the Jedi forces they followed in charged from the front. The Dark Jedi forces were almost wiped out when the Jedi enacted their pincer maneuver, but the general of the Dark Jedi forces, Darth Genitrix was watching from her command post and was able to send in a bomber craft. The ship flew over the valley and dropped a few bombs onto one of the slopes of the valley, causing an avalanche.

The snow slid from the slope and buried the battle and those fighting in the battle. Barely any of either faction was able to get clear of the wave of snow that buried their allies. The Dark Jedi that survived continued their assault on the Jedi that survived and were able to sweep through them and wipe most of them out.

“My Lady?”

“You heard me. Order the bomber to strike the slope.”

“But, Lady Genitrix, that would cause an avalanche.”

“I know, you imbecile. I am not an idiot. Now, order it.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

A few minutes later, once the bomber had gone through with the orders of Lady Genitrix, the Asari Sith looked at the Dark Jedi sitting at the command console closer to her and simply smirked, as if saying sacrificing the amount of troops she just did was worth the outcome they just observed.
Eriadu
Fighters flew around one another, firing laser bolts and energy torpedos at one another. The Rebellion and the Republic were over the planet of Eriadu, fighting for control of the planet, but this was only one of many other battles across the galaxy. This planet, however, was an important planet along hyperspace trade routes. The fighters continued flying around one another and the flagships of both factions while a battle raged on the ground of the planet as well.

The Rebellion moved in across the bank of one of the many polluted rivers of Eriadu to try and get a better position over the Republic troopers. Unfortunately, on their way to get a better position they were ambushed by Republic troopers in power suits. The rebels moved onto a bridge and then four of the power suits opened fire on the bridge with the wrist-mounted gatling laser cannons. A lot of the rebels were mowed down before they were able to take cover on the other side of the bank. Once in cover, the rebels retaliated by firing upon the power suits with their mostly heat round weaponry and a few rocket launchers. The heavy troopers managed to take down two of the power suits, but the Republic troopers fired upon the rebels’ location with their shoulder-mounted rocket launchers.

The rockets took most of what was left of the rebels after the bridge. The power suits were just mowing them down; they were too much for normal weaponry, especially the antiquated heat round weapons of the Rebellion. While being pinned down, the rebel that was now in command after the deaths of the two other ranking officers managed to get a message out to a nearby patrol for help. It took the reinforcements another ten minutes to get to the river bank, and by that time the rebels’ cover was mostly chipped away by the firepower of the power suits. The reinforcements came in from the opposite bank and opened fire on the two power suits that were left. When one of the power suits turned and opened fire on the second group, the rebels were already behind cover. Their cover, too was being chipped away by the firepower of the power suit when one of the power suits exploded from the torso. A rusty, very jury-rigged power suit came around the bend of the river and opened fire on the remaining power suit. The power suit completely covered the pilot and was very rounded at the cockpit. There was a gatling gun that fired heat rounds protruding from the right arm as well as an older rocket launcher mounted to the right shoulder.

The older power suit was much slower than the newer model, but was able to pull out a victory through the act of surprise and ambush. The rebels came out from their cover and sent a signal the the fleet, marking the place of the battle for future scavenging of parts from the Republic’s power suits and then continued on their way to meet up with their company to make another push against the Republic and try and take one of the old factories to gain strategic cover as well as ground.
Rakata Prime
The silver blades of Scelus’s lightsabers flashed around the room, cutting down the droids he had programmed for a training session; all five found their marks in five different droids as he controlled them through the Force. Two more droids shot laser bolts at his back, and he responded by moving two of the silver-bladed lightsabers into a blocking position behind his back and leaping into the air and flipping behind one of the droids. He drew and ignited the curved-hilt lightsaber, freeing the dark yellow blade from the handle and cut one of the droids down from behind and cut the other down by one of the lightsabers he controlled through the Force. When the room was clear of the training droids, Darth Scelus pulled the five silver-bladed lightsabers in toward him, deactivated them, and then clipped them back to his belt before clipping his curved-hilt lightsaber back to his belt as well. Scelus then kneeled in the middle of the room with his knees bent up under him and began meditating, feeling his way through the Force. He was quite adept at this as he was the most skilled in the Force on the Sith Tribunal; his fellow members were just as skilled in other areas. Darth Reaver was the Blademaster of the Sith Order, and Darth Genitrix was a perfect balance of physical combat and the Force.

Scelus became lost in his thoughts and continued feeling the Force flow through the room and the temple in its entirety. The Dark Side was powerful on their new world, Rakata Prime; the planet was once home to the Rakata, who were a powerful people skilled in the Dark Side of the Force and was able to form an Empire throughout the galaxy. His breathing slowed, and soon he was searching the temple and sensing the inhabitants there. There were many Dark Jedi within the temple under the Tribunal. They were trained in the Dark Side, but were permitted to the title of Darth or the actual knowledge of the Sith like the Tribunal and their apprentices were.

About an hour later, Darth Scelus stood and exited the training room connected to his personal chambers. He entered the hallway and began to make his way to the meeting chamber of the Tribunal as they had a meeting today to discuss the battle raging on Csilla for control of the icy planet to further the war campaign they were leading against the Jedi Order. Dark Jedi bowed and moved out of his way as he made his way through the stone halls of the temple they had built on Rakata Prime. Scelus was the first to arrive to the meeting chamber and took his seat at one of the three tables that formed a triangle in the center of the stone room; he sat with the tips of his thumbs and index fingers touching and the rest of his fingers laced together. There was a soft beeping noise from his left, and then the holocommunicator activated and displayed the image of Darth Genitrix in her seat at the table.

“Ah, Lady Genitrix. I trust the battle goes well on Csilla?”

“Lord Scelus… I believe we should wait for our third member to join us before discussing the status of the battle?”

“Of course,” Scelus said with a slight smile that was hidden behind his white mask and the barest of nods.
Ilum
It’s too damn cold on this planet, Krios thought to himself as he awoke in his room that he had specially built to be as close as possible to an arid and warm environment. He got up and pulled on his Jedi robes, followed by an insulated and heated suit to prevent him from freezing due to his cold-blooded nature. Before he left his room, Krios clipped his lightsabers to his belt and checked the time on his omnitool; it was an hour before his mission briefing with the Jedi Council. He decided he would train for a bit before he met with the Council, so he made his way to one of the training chambers, where there were a class of Younglings training under one of the Masters. Krios managed to slip by the class without being questioned and found a private room off to the side.

He turned the training program on remotely with his omnitool and adjusted the level of the program to that of a battle with Dark Jedi surrounding him. The training droids dropped from his racks they were stored on and activated their holoplates to change their appearances into that of Dark Jedi. Krios took a deep breath and focused, centering himself through the Force and then unclipped his lightsaber from his belt and ignited the dark teal blades. He spun the one in his left hand to run along his arm in a blocking position and kept the other one in an offensive position, ready to strike out at the training droids; one of them charged from behind while another leapt at him from the left simultaneously. Krios fell into a crouching position and then leapt into the air, blocking the blow from the droid in the air and landed outside of the circle of droids.

Then he dashed forward, enhancing his speed with the Force, striking at the legs of one of the droids. The droid blocked the blow and spun around the strike at his head. Krios bent himself backwards as if playing limbo and then kicked out at the droid’s chest, falling onto to his back. The kick connected with the droid and sent it stumbling back. Two droids closed in on him to strike him while he was on the ground, but he managed to leap to his feet, blocking their blows with his sabers held in a reverse grip along the back of his arms. Krios trained for another forty minutes before shutting the program down and exiting the training chamber to make his way to the Council Chamber.
Malastare
The crowd erupted into booming applause and cheers as the pods clunked by and passed the finish line; only two more laps to go until a winner would be declared for the Phoebos Memorial Run. The crowd was made up of all sorts of beings from all over the galaxy. When the pods passed, the crowd went back to their seats and vid screens to watch the race progress around the track. A dark haired chiss sat watching the screen and simultaneously messing around on his datapad; it appeared that he was playing a game on it to pass the time while he waited for the race to be over. While it may have appeared he was just playing a game where he was a square jumping over triangles, the man was actually hacking his way into the betting tables of the race so that he could change his bet to the winner right as they crossed the finish line and could win a fortune. And so, he sat, watched, and hacked into the digital betting tables until the race was over. When the first pod crossed the finish line, Corrin keyed in a fake bet on the winning pod and slipped through the crowd to make his way to the collection booth.

He left the racetrack and made his way to a local cantina a much richer man. Corrin took a seat at the bar and ordered a drink, pulling up his omnitool to transfer the appropriate credits to the cantina’s account for his drink. He sat and drank in silence and solitude while the rest of the cantina was abuzz with conversation, drunken singing, and drunken arguments about the race. Corrin managed to order three more drinks before his omnitool made a pinging noise. He tapped a button on it and listened to the message that came through; it was from the captain of the ship he agreed to join as their new slicer and mechanic, and they were inbound for Malastare to pick him up as he had told him he was unavailable until after the pod race he had just attended. Corrin got up from the barstool and made his way from the cantina and to the local hangar bay.
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Aboard The Nightingale


Rulmar was sitting in his room aboard the Nightingale, which was set up more as an office than a living space. It was mostly filled by his desk and the multiple devices with ranged uses. He spent more time searching for leads than enjoying himself, so it was fitting, in his opinion. The Volus was currently looking over specific information involving some Arms-Dealers with the use of his Omni-Tool. He muttered a few things to himself, as he heard stomping outside his door. He knew this meant one of two things; Zaygra was angry about something and wished to annoy him, or Wrrlevge was coming to ask questions and stink him the area like the oaf he was. As the door opened, Rulmar saw it was the latter, and simply sighed. The Wookiee was a giant compared to him, but Rulmar wasn't afraid. Wrrlevge wasn't as vicious as most of his race in general, he had some restraint, and somewhat had morals as well. "Is there something you need, Tree-Clan?" He asked, closing the information he had been viewing in order to, sadly, converse with the creature in front of him.

"Rrroaaarrrgghhh." Wrrlevge growled, starring down at the Volus. He seemed to not be hostile, but rather curious.

"Pardon me," Rulmar suddenly said, taking a deep breath and exhaling. "I still do not... Completely grasp your language. I have to focus in order to understand. Say it again?"

"Are you sure we can trust this man?" Wrrlevge growled, staring silently afterwards, hoping the Volus caught the message that time. Wrrlevge had been wary of newcomers on the ship; It took time for him to trust Zaygra fully, and he still didn't fully-trust Rulmar. He wasn't the biggest fan of expanding the crew, considering eventually something could go wrong.

"Oh. You mean the engineer?" Rulmar wasn't surprised. Knowing Wrrlevge wasn't the most trusting of newcomers. Or Him. "From what information I could gather, he's no worse than any of us. I wouldn't worry about it too much, the stress might make your hair start falling out." Rulmar held back a small laugh at his comment, and upon receiving the Wookiee's glare, made sure to stay silent until the laughter was gone. "Ahem... Well, to answer your question, yes. I'm fairly certain he is reliable."

"Fairly certain is not a confident answer." Wrrlevge complained, not really satisfied.

"That is true, Tree-Clan. But it is the best answer I can currently give to you. I am confident in the fact you will accept this." Rulmar replied, watching as the Wookiee let out a growl of something he couldn't quite understand, before turning and taking his leave. Though irritated, Rulmar was glad he was gone. He could take his issues up with somebody who wasted their time on board the Nightingale. Like a certain Zabrak. Or their captain. Rulmar personally considered himself much too busy to be very concerned about how Wrrlevge felt, aside from very angry, as that could lead to the need to hide a rather large amount of bodies. Rulmar did not have much concern about the newcomer. He was more worried about the man's well-being than anyone already on the ship. They could be a rowdy bunch.

Rulmar returned to work, muttering to himself; "Transporting limbs is probably not a job the Captain would be interested in."
Wrrlevge simply walked back towards the bridge. His conversation with the Volus had proven worthless, and it left him skeptical of the newcomer. He wouldn't do anything unless he was proven to be bad for the crew, but that didn't mean he was exactly going to be best friends with him. The Wookiee decided to speak with someone more likable than the Volus, which meant the only two trustworthy people on the ship; Zaygra and Alexio.

He figured he'd either spot Zaygra on the way to the bridge, or just make the trip and speak to Alexio before they went down to pick up the newcomer. As he walked along, he recalled the ship on the day he and Alexio took it. Wrrlevge could still smell the blood, and though he had enjoyed ripping apart those who deserved it, he knew of some who wouldn't have. A low growl escaped him, as his thoughts drifted off into the past. He was in a rather quiet state, and continued walking.

"Rrrrroooaaaghhh..."
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Nightingale

The stars blurred past the lone freighter like snowfall in the night. Its crew had just successfully hauled a big shipment of modified omni-tools to a backwater colony in the Inner Rim. The long overdue payoff they received kept everyone happy – well, mostly everyone.

Zaygrah’s contemptuous silence was beginning to irritate Alexio. They both sat in their designated stations on the bridge; the zabrak, brooding in her navigations chair, while the Captain relaxed at the helm with his feet on the dash. “You gonna say what’s on your mind, Red Horn?” He ordered more than asked, a slight southern drawl present in his low tone. “I can almost hear you thinkin’ back there. Been hearing it since we left Yuran.”

“Call me Red Horn again and I’ll slice your throat open,” The zabrak snapped. “And if you already know my thoughts, then why proceed to ask for them!?”

Alexio couldn’t help but smile as he felt her laser eyes burn into the back of his head. He found pleasure in the simplest of things, and pissing off a warrior-cultured alien was one of them. He mastered it to the point where he knew, albeit the hard way, which buttons not to press. Not quite the savant like crewmate Rulmar, but he's getting there.

"I'm not one to make assumptions, Re-Zaygrah. I'd much rather hear it from the source. Besides, you could be mad about a lot of things." He turned to face the zabrak, who fiercely met his gaze. Her expression was intense, and he found himself checking to make sure she wasn’t armed before continuing. “Like why Rulmar got a bigger chunk of the profits from our last job? Or why we’re on our way to Malastare?”

She rolled her eyes. “I will discuss the former issue with the little bantha fodder, shortly.” Alexio nodded enthusiastically, almost giddy at the thought of those two going at it again. “But Malastare. Really? Must we add another imbecile to our already imbecilic crew?”

“Look, upkeep is burning a hole through our repair budget, Zay.” The Captain sighed, rubbing the sides of his skull. “It’s the price we have to pay for keeping our Nightingale sitting pretty. We need someone monitoring the ship’s systems, full-time; fix things proper around here, nice and cheap like, before it becomes a problem. An expensive problem. ”

“And the Wookie is not suited for this task?”

“Wrrlevge knows the Nightingale like the back of his furry paw, but as much as he doesn’t want to admit it, he could use an extra hand. Multicore kinetic shielding is a science in on itself, ya know.”

“Then why not save even more money and appoint me for the role? Do you think I am not up to the task? Or Rulmar? Surely he can take time out of his busy schedule ‘surfing’ the extranet and be useful for once.”

Alexio regretted ever opening his mouth. He much rather preferred the tension-filled silence than this. “As much as you despise the volus with every fiber of your being, Rulmar is the one keeping our accounts afloat with jobs that don’t shortchange for peanuts. Oh, and do you remember the last time you tried helping Wrrlevge calibrate the GARDAIN lasers we got?” Zaygrah rolled her eyes again, mouthing Alexio’s next sentence, word-for-word. “You damaged the circuit boards to its targeting systems so bad, it ended up costing triple the lasers to install new ones! We were living off emergency rations til we broke even!”

Alexio looked at her firmly now, his smug demeanor replaced with an unflinching sternness. “You, Rulmar, and yes – even me. We all have our duties aboard this ship. We help when we can, but like I said, and will say for the last damn time: We need another pair of hands, capable hands, runnin diagnostics. Either get with the program or find yourself a new ship at Malastare.” The tension was thick, but it quickly left the room as soon as Wrrlevge entered the bridge. Thank the heavens.

“Oh don’t be so melodramatic, Alexio." She scoffed, her attitude more relaxed with the Wookie present. Wrrlevge seem to be the only one onboard that had that kind of effect on her. Seven feet worth of man bear that tear your arms off no problem was enough incentive to keep anyone in line. "This is your ship. Just don’t come crying to me when this plan backfires.” She took a quick glance at her terminal before she rose from her station. “We’ll enter Malastare space in 15. If I may take my leave, Captain?”

Alexio gestured with his hand as if he were swatting away a pesky fly. “Go.” She mockingly bowed, then turned toward the door and nodded to the Wookie. “I hope you softened up Rulmar for me.” Zaygrah said, cracking her knuckles as she exited the bridge.

“As always big guy, your timin’s impeccable. I mean that with every ounce of sincerity left in me.” He let out a sigh of relief, but it quickly turned into an agitated groan as he saw the Wookie’s face. Even past his furred exterior, Alexio could detect the slightest of subtleties in Wrrlevge’s body language. Great, another disgruntled employee. “Sit down... let's hear it.”

From that point on, up until the Nightingale entered Malastare’s atmosphere and arrived at the designated hangar bay, Alexio discussed Wrrlevge's issue in a patient, less sarcastic manner, a courtesy he'd never dream of offering Zaygrah. She, on the other hand, spared no expense in letting the volus know what she thought of him, his influence on the captain, and the prospect of another ‘imbecile on board a ship of imbeciles’ no thanks to his recommendation.

Yup, just another lovely ride aboard the Nightingale...
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Darth Reaver was busy teaching the new sith pupils how to use their lightsabers, how each style of saber combat was important, how each style countered one but was countered by another, it was the only true balance that Reaver knew but it didn't take long before one of the pupils messed up and Reaver had to make an example out of him, "Do you think anyones going to hesitate to take advantage of that lazy defense you Krayt Dragon Turd?" He yelled at the pupil who turned to him and managed to stammer out a "N-no Master."

"Damn right, now take your position up here in front of me, and get ready to Sparr." He shouted at the poor pupil

Not wanting to anger The Blademaster further the recruit stepped up and readied his saber for combat, The Blademaster didn't even draw his saber to further humiliate the poor recruit, he closed the distance in a heartbeat using the force to boost his speed, the other pupils didn't even see what happened before they heard a sickening crack and a scream of pain. The Blademaster had snapped the pupils wrist the bone in it visibly sticking out, the pupils saber on the floor. He turned to the class "Class Dismissed, and Take this Krayt Dragon turd to the infirmary." He shouted at them letting the recruit go, he did after all have a meeting to attend and he was late when he got to the Tribunal meeting room, he was fashionably late but he settled into his chair and turned to the other two "Lets get down to business." He said to the others.

The Nightingale, Aeila Secarius

The Bounty Hunter had been on the ship for about a week now she had paid the captain a large sum of credits for a ride, and to get on the good side of the Volus he had given him information on a substantially large black market operation they could get in on, if they wanted to but she liked the quaint little ship, she could do without them always fighting it did after all show how big their lack of training was. If she was the captain of the ship she would of them in tip top shape, but then again these people weren't very trusting, she wondered why though, she continued on lost in thought, not even hearing the fighting going on outside her cabin.
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“Ah, Lord Reaver. How nice of you to finally join us. Yes. Let’s get down to business…”

Darth Scelus scanned his two “allies” before continuing. The treaty between their three separate orders was a shaky one, at best. They had agreed to join forces against the Jedi in order to eradicate them from the face of the galaxy. Scelus doubted this goal would be achieved any time soon, but he was willing to be optimistic so long as the three Sith Lords didn’t try to betray one another too soon. If this were to happen, the entire army they had worked so hard to form would crumble and be wiped out by the Jedi Order. The very idea brought a sour taste to his mouth, which in turn caused a disgusted look to form upon his face; this, of course, went unseen by his compatriots because of his mask. Each of the Sith Lords concealed their faces from one another as a sort of unspoken rule; Reaver and Scelus wore their masks, and Genitrix wore a shimmery purple veil over her face.

“Back to my previous question, Lady Genitrix: how goes the war front on Csilla?”

“It goes well, Lord Scelus. We have pushed forward little by little into a valley. I will need more troops in order to secure the valley, however.”

“More troops? We just sent you two hundred Dark Jedi. What have you done with them now?”

Darth Scelus knew Genitrix was the sort of commander to sacrifice her own troops for the most simple of victories, but this was the mistake made by sending her to lead the battle on Csilla. He should have gone himself, but he was far too busy here on Rakata Prime leading the archaeological digs into the ancient chambers they now inhabited. What a situation he had put their order in. He sighed outwardly as he prepared himself for the Asari’s answer.

“The Jedi lured a battalion into an ambush in a valley and were wiping them out until I sent in a bombing run to cause an avalanche in order to wipe the Jedi troops out.”

“You wasted bombs for such a simple victory? You could have simply sent in more troops to sweep in from the sides and enact a pincer movement of your own.”

“I could spare no more troops of my own as they were busy elsewhere, Lord Scelus.”

The Asari heavily emphasized the word ‘lord’. Scelus knew she did not respect or even remotely like him since he had taken his seat on the Tribunal from his former Master; Genitrix always thought he was too young and too naive to be a proper Sith Lord. He was more competent than she was, though. Scelus earned his place on the Tribunal the same way any Sith would; by killing his Master and taking his place. Genitrix was just bitter that one of her apprentices didn’t take a seat on the Tribunal, which would have given her two votes for all decisions put forth by the Tribunal, and then she would control the Sith army, a thought that made Scelus shudder to think about.

“On to new business then, Lady Genitrix,” Scelus said this as humbly as he could.

“Yes, of course, Lord Scelus. How are the new recruits coming along in their training, Lord Reaver?”

She purposely chose to ask about other matters than Scelus’s digs, in hopes of making him mad and getting some reaction from him.
Malastare
Corrin made his way to the designated hangar bay through the crowded streets, all the while scanning the extranet on his omnitool, which he had rigged to be a light purple color. He was reading up on the war between the Republic and Rebellion and even managed to find a few snippets of news on the war raging between the Sith and Jedi. The latter was currently raging on his homeworld, or rather his species’ homeworld, Csilla. Corrin himself was from Onderon, and therefore was not affected by the war on Csilla. His red eyes flashed across the screen of his omnitool, taking in information he had found on the two major wars taking place in the galaxy currently. These wars were good for businesses, as terrible as it sounded to say out loud, but it was true; these wars were good for arms dealers, shipyards, and even freelancers like Corrin himself and the new crew he had just joined.

He was sure it would possible and rather easy to get jobs were any of the armies taking place in either war. The jobs would most likely be smuggling jobs, at least Corrin hoped they would mostly be smuggling jobs, as he didn’t feel any sort of strong enough pull to any of the sides to risk his life by fighting for them. Soon enough he arrived at the hangar bay and made his way over to the appropriate docking bay. He closed down his omnitool as he walked over to the ship, where he was greeted by a human man and a Wookiee.

“Hello there. I’m Corrin, your new slicer and mechanic.”
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At an undisclosed location

Stravon Dridis had been waiting for this day for the past 2 weeks, he knew that the Illusive man had finally made his decision on the next mission Stravon was to take.
The walk through the tunnels towards the Illusive mans office always had his heart racing, adrenalin pumping and above all always brought a big grin to his face. Thankfully his mask covered it and prevented him looking like an idiot in front of the other operatives.

Strictly speaking Stravon wasn't an actual member of Cerberus, and had no wish to be, but that didn't stop him in thinking that the Illusive man was the only way humanity would ever become the race that he wished them to be.
Spectres of himself.
Stravon walked into a very spacious room that almost perfectly mirrored the old entrance to the office back in the old days.
The room was essentially a reception before meeting the Illusive man, it only contained 4 sets of doors : The exit, The doors to the Illusive mans office and 2 doors parallel to each other on the left and right hand side of the room, one would think them as doors to other areas but Stravon knew fine well that they contained Modified Atlases that would easily annihilate anything that posed a threat or a mere intrusion to this area.
There was a soft beep that signalled the door in front Stavon to unlock and then open.
At once the smell of cigarette smoke and Mahogany wood hit Stravons nostrils. The room contained pieces of Mahogany wood furniture; The Illusive mans desk and a cabinet on the left hand side of the room which contained numerous brands of old Spirits, doubled with a personalised suit of armour and a hand cannon.
And it also contained 2 chairs, and a window that was behind him which displayed an image of a dying star, it empowered the Illusive man and almost shaded him out, which is exactly the effect he aims for.
"Please take a seat, we have much to discuss" the tone of his voice suggested that it was a request but in reality it was a command, no matter how strong or powerful the other person is opposite the Illusive man, they are always subordinates; people below him.
This never bothered Stravon though, based on the Illusive mans past he had every right to act the way he does.

Stravon sat down and rested his hands on the arms of the chair, he began to wait for the Illusive man to speak as a sign of respect.
"It's time Cerberus acted on this war between the Jedi and the Sith, we've got to pick a side otherwise Cerberus will once again become nothing more than a shade fading into nothingness."
The Illusive man pauses momentarily whilst he lights another cigarette and takes a drag from it.
"I want you to travel to Ilum and Rakata Prime, talk with the Jedi and Sith and see what they can offer us if we join our strength to theirs, naturally we don't have much in terms of military strength but we have much to offer in terms of credits and scientific advancements. Once you have their responses, I want you to decide which one holds the most promise, contact me over a secure channel and then offer your services to that side for a while until I deem it necessary to have you back here."
The Illusive man leans forward slightly and rests his elbows on his desk. Up close you can see all of the scarring from the reaper technology that was in his body, half of his face has been reconstructed and had the metals removed but the other half is yet to be operated on and looks like something out of the deepest darkest nightmare.
"Is that understood Stravon?"
Stravon stands up from his chair and says the only thing the Illusive man truly cares about.
Obedience.
"Of course sir. I'll head to Rakata Prime first, I'll find a ship there as soon as possible."
With that Stravon turns and leaves the Illusive mans office to deal with his mission.
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Reaver had been listening closely he was quite angry with Genitrix "Worry not about the recruits, worry about your own battle, You think Sith just grow on trees your a pathetic commander maybe i should go to Casilla myself and show you how a commander ought to act." He growled, he was angry at her because on Mandalore your clan mates lives are not to just be thrown away as it would take forever to teach someone else to fill into their armor, but he got a hold on himself and went back to a calm demeanor.

"Nevertheless i will have to believe you that those loses were unavoidable, but I am more interested in what Scelus has to report."

The Truth was he could care less what Scelus found but if it would get them off his back and keep them from finding out he was training a couple other recruits to be his personal assassins then he would be happy and they wouldn't know about his plan either.
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It was a time consuming effort to reach the Sith home world, not many people would take a ship to Rakata Prime in the first place, unless it benefited them greatly.
Thankfully however a trader was heading there and for a modest sum of credits would take Stravon there, and for only an extra 500 credits didn't ask any questions, something operatives like Stravon relied on a great deal. Killing would have caused problems so he was happy he never had to resort to that.
The journey itself was uneventful, cramped and boring. Stravon dulled two whetstones trying to pass the time sharpening his blade and had read 3 books, for travel to wild space from any where in this galaxy was long and dangerous.

When the ship finally arrived to Rakata Prime the first sight to this odd and painful planet was incredible and very unsuspecting, Stravon imagined the world to mirror the likes of Dathomir or an equally depressing place, but it was very much the opposite; in one respect.
The planet was green and lush with plants and wildlife, obviously not so much in a space port but in the distance one could see endless expanses of plant life, and on the other end of the spectrum the sight was also riddled with dead ships that appear to be immense and incredibly old.
A rather brash and annoying sound came from Stravons left, when Stravon shifted his attention from the view he began staring at a man that was obviously a docking officer, and the sound appeared to be him speaking as though Stravon was underneath him.
This foolish man was lucky that this was a diplomatic mission of sorts, otherwise Stravon would have his head in an instant.
"Whats your business here?" the man droned whilst eyeing this odd figure clad in armour suspiciously "Try any funny business and the Sith will have you begging for your miserable life within seconds."
Stravon smiled and replied with "Well that's good then, I am here to speak with the Sith after all, may I ask where I would go to speak with a Lord known as Darth Scelus?"
The stupid face of the docking officer went pale white and practically whispered "I'll go talk to my boss about that one..."
And as if a Rancor were chasing him the man quickly ran back to the office, Stravon found it rather amusing but he did hope that he didn't bring back a legion of soldiers, that would make relations tense straight off before the talking even started.
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Rozalia sighed softly, her breath swirling out of her mouth in a light mist, that was swiftly blown away by the gust of the wind. She'd been awake for a few hours now - unusual, for her, considering how much she enjoyed her sleep, especially in these freezing conditions. But dreams and memories of the past had been dredged up in her restless sleep, and she had made her way outside in the early hours of the morning. The sun was only just rising, barely visible through the clouds of blizzards and the ice mountains in the distance.
"Even the days here are dark." Rozalia muttered to herself, folding her arms across her chest in an effort to keep warmer, blinking snowflakes out of her eyelashes. It was true - the almost never ending snowdrifts made it hard to see the sun at times, but sometimes, the days were clear, and the sun shone through brightly. Rozalia loved those days. Glancing at her omni-tool almost absent-mindedly, she did a double-take at the realization of the time. "Damn!" She exclaimed, stamping her feet quickly before rushing back inside. The last thing she needed was to be late for the Council meeting - again. Running down the corridor with her damp curls flying behind her, she skidded to a stop at the door of the Council Chamber, darting a grin at Krios - whom she had very nearly ran over.
"Good morning, Krios!" She greeted him warmly. "Ready for the meeting? I hope it's not another negative one." She added in a dubious tone, remembering the last one. It had been full of Sith, War, fights and Death. Not really the sort of pick-me-up you need on a morning.
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Rozalia sighed softly, her breath swirling out of her mouth in a light mist, that was swiftly blown away by the gust of the wind. She'd been awake for a few hours now - unusual, for her, considering how much she enjoyed her sleep, especially in these freezing conditions. But dreams and memories of the past had been dredged up in her restless sleep, and she had made her way outside in the early hours of the morning. The sun was only just rising, barely visible through the clouds of blizzards and the ice mountains in the distance.
"Even the days here are dark." Rozalia muttered to herself, folding her arms across her chest in an effort to keep warmer, blinking snowflakes out of her eyelashes. It was true - the almost never ending snowdrifts made it hard to see the sun at times, but sometimes, the days were clear, and the sun shone through brightly. Rozalia loved those days. Glancing at her omni-tool almost absent-mindedly, she did a double-take at the realization of the time. "Damn!" She exclaimed, stamping her feet quickly before rushing back inside. The last thing she needed was to be late for the Council meeting - again. Running down the corridor with her damp curls flying behind her, she skidded to a stop at the door of the Council Chamber, darting a grin at Krios - whom she had very nearly ran over.
"Good morning, Krios!" She greeted him warmly. "Ready for the meeting? I hope it's not another negative one." She added in a dubious tone, remembering the last one. It had been full of Sith, War, fights and Death. Not really the sort of pick-me-up you need on a morning.
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Scelus idly listened to what Reaver had to say, but it was a short and to-the-point report, not to mention simplistic. He had simply said the training was going well and then asked for a report on Scelus’s digs at various sites on their world. He looked from the hologram of Genitrix to Reaver before he answered, knowing neither cared as much as he did about the history and knowledge they could learn from what he dug for.

“I’m glad you ask, Lord Reaver. The digs go well, but there is little to find as of now, but that does not mean we have found nothing.”

“Then speak plainly and tell us what you have found, Lord Scelus.”

He directed his gaze upon the Asari and nodded ever so slightly.

“Of course, Lady Genitrix. We have found records of the Rakata’s exploits as well as the body of what we believe is a Twi’lek, who appeared to have a strong connection with the Dark Side of the Force. Until we have done more tests, however, we cannot be sure as to what the body contains. The most interesting part is that it still exists after so many years on this planet. The body was found in a temple that was almost completely collapsed. We will soon begin exploring the temple.”

“Is that all then?”

“I believe so, Lady Genitrix.”

“Excellent. Now, what of the request I made for more troops?”

Scelus sat in silence for a moment and considered the request. The decision had to be voted on in order to keep the peace between the three Sith factions, otherwise the three would make choices that could lead to the collapse of all they have worked for.

“If Lord Reaver believes there to be enough talented new recruits to send, then I shall back his decision.”

Scelus already knew what Reaver’s answer would be or at least believed he knew what it would be, and so allowed his mind to wander away from the meeting for a brief moment, in which time a soft beep issued forth from his omnitool. He ignored it for the time being, until the meeting was over. He got from his chair, nodding to both Dark Lords and exited the room. He brought up the communication line hailing his omnitool; a small holographic image of the dockmaster appeared, sweating slightly and looking nervous.

“Yes?”

“M - My Lord, there is a man here to see you. He has just arrived from… Coruscant.”

“Send me his information over this com line.”

“Yes, my Lord.”

When the desired information was sent over, Scelus read through it twice before talking to the dockmaster again.

“Very well. Send him to me.”

Scelus closed off the channel before the dockmaster could reply and opened a new one with the temple guards. The two Dark Jedi looked startled when his image appeared before them from the projectors over the entrance of the temple.

“There is a man coming to see me. Be sure to take whatever weaponry he has and then lead him to the archive on the first floor. After that you shall bring his weaponry to me. Understood?”

“Yes, Lord Scelus,” both Dark Jedi chimed when he asked.

Scelus made his way to his personal chamber on the fifth floor of the temple and sat at his personal terminal. He removed his mask, after making sure the door was locked, and rubbed the bridge of his nose between his eyes. An exasperated sigh escaped his lips as he sat there and waited for this mystery man to arrive. He wondered what this man could want.

As the man approached the entrance of the temple, the two Dark Jedi there crossed and activated their lightsaber pikes. The Miraluka Dark Jedi spoke to the armored man, asking him to relinquish all of his weapons before proceeding into the temple.
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Kriso clipped his lightsabers to his belt and began making his way to the Council Chamber, lost in thought, speculating on what his new mission could be and who he would be paired with for this mission. He was brought out of his speculation when he neared the Council Chamber and heard someone greet him. Krios looked up to see the Avalian Jedi Knight Rozalia Éathliel. Krios blinked for a moment at her greeting and then spoke.

“Good morning, Knight Éathliel. I hope it won’t be too negative. This war weighs heavy on everyone.”

With that, Krios led the way into the Council Chamber; he entered to find three Jedi standing in the center. One was a Togruta male Jedi Padawan near the end of his training in grey armor with his Jedi robes over his armor and a double-bladed lightsaber clipped to his belt; the other was a Kel Dor Jedi Master in black armor mixed with black robes and a straight hilt lightsaber strapped to his belt. The pair was obviously Master and Apprentice. The third Jedi came as a slight surprise to him; it was his old Master, a Salarian by the name of Zetram. Zetram was a good Master to Krios, and he had picked up on a lot of Zetram's skills throughout their time together; Zetram was the one who taught Krios all of his espionage and stealth skills, but the two differed on fighting styles; Zetram wielded a special lightsaber made to use with only one hand and a firearm as a secondary weapon. Krios joined them in the center of the chamber, giving a slight bow and smile to Zetram, and waited for the Jedi Council to begin the briefing. The Grand Master nodded to Krios and Rozalia as they entered.

“Welcome, young ones. Now that you have arrived, we can begin,” the old Jedi gave a warm smile to the two newcomers as he spoke.

“I’m afraid your mission will take you all to the battle currently taking place on Csilla. The five of you will be part of a Special Operations task force in our army on Csilla. I have chosen you all based upon your abilities with tracking, stealth, espionage, and even diplomacy. I trust you all will be successful. May the Force be with you all.”

Krios bowed to the Grand Master and repeated the blessing to the Council.
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Thankfully when the dock officer emerged from the office, he did with his Dock master and not an army.
When the Dockmaster halted in front of Stravon he told him that Lord Scellus would see him at the main Temple, which was a few miles due north by north west. However a mode of transport was offered with this information which was useful.

After a few minutes Stravon arrived outside the Dark Jedi Temple. It was exactly as he pictured it to be, a tall, dark, looming epitaph of power.
There were 2 Sith guards situated outside the main entrance, and they appeared to be ready for him. Evidently they were told about his arrival.
Stravon walked up to them and stopped as they crossed their lightsaber pikes and activated them.
A Miralakun stated a command towards Stravon
"Halt!"
"Before you enter the temple you must first relinquish all weapons in your possession, if Lord Scellus permits you to leave they will be returned upon doing so"

"But of course, here you go. And be sure to take good care of it."
Stravon put his hands around his waist and unbuckled his scabbard which contained his Corotisis Gun-Blade and handed it to the Dark Jedi who spoke moments ago.
Upon taking this he raised an eyebrow as if this was a joke, but once he pulled the blade slightly out of its scabbard; annoyance turned into surprise and his face changed so abruptly that Stravon couldn't help but laugh
"Like I said take good care of it for me"

The Dark Jedi guard nodded and said "Follow me please"
The doors opened and the temple inside looked like a parallel version of the Old Jedi temple on Coruscant, naturally it was endorned with Dark Jedi objects and themes in his own mind Stravon couldn't help but laugh, and thought to him self "Red, they love that colour"
They walked up a set of long and wide stairs that appeared to ascend 3 levels, but the Dark Jedi led him off at the first landing and into a very large room that could only be the Temple Archives, it was massive and on both the left and right were rows and rows of holo disks and banks of information that probably ranges over millennia.
The guard stopped and turned to look at Stravon.
"Wait here until Lord Scellus arrives."
"He will be here shortly"

And after that he left Stravon seemingly alone and without a weapon on him, this gave Stravon time to think.
Being in this temple sparked an old memory in his mind that happened, what seems like an age ago.

It was 5 years ago that Stravon received a mission from the Illusive man.
"One of our intelligence reports detail that the Jedi have found an ancient temple on the planet Krant that holds, according to legend, an ancient Sith artefact."
"I want you to go get it first"
That was essentially all The Illusive man said on the matter and Stravon left immediately, this time provided with a Cerberus Cruiser, in order to save time.
Stravon arrived at the destination and landed on the planet just outside the temple, to discover that a Jedi Starfighter was also there, Starvon cursed in his own mind as this had complicated matters rather greatly.
"I want you to stay in orbit, come fetch me once I send a signal."

"Yes sir"
With that the shuttle left the planets surface and Stavon now was standing alone in front of the derelict, ancient temple with no sounds other than the sighing wind in the trees and various calls of distant wildlife.
Thanks to the majority of temples having the same design navigation to the vault, at the deepest most central point of the temple, was easy.
And as expected the Jedi was there searching through ages of accumulated dust and debris.
The Jedi sensed Stravon approaching and he drew his lightsaber. A shocking blue light filled the room and it illuminated both Stravon and what appeared to be a Drell.
"Who are you?" croaked the Drell
"My name is Stravon Dridis. And yours?"
"Markino Trimoone. No doubt you are here for the same reason as I?"
"I'm afraid so" Stravon drew his blade and gripped it in his right hand.
"The artefact is evil, it must be destroyed" Markino replied by putting his body in a defensive stance and readying his blade.
"You'd be surprised at what good evil can do" with that the talking was over and Stravon unleashed the first stroke of the battle.
It was parried with relative ease by Markino and he performed a counter attack but Stravon anticipated this and dodged.
For a solid 10 minutes this continued with out a single blow finding its target.
Stravon began to realise that time was not on his side, Jedi reinforcements could come at any time and then this battle would be over very quickly, so for the first and last time in Stravons life he broke his code of honour simply because he hoped that the ends would justify the means.
He swung his blade which almost severed Markinos head, but it was expertly blocked and countered with a swing mirroring Stravons which would have easily sliced straight through the Cortasis armour which covered his neck, as it had no plating for mobility.
But Stravon ducked into a position akin to being knighted. The next three-quarters of a second happened in a flash but to Starovn it seemed as if time had slowed to a trickle. As Markino had missed his swing, Stravon clicked the switch on the hilt of the blade which made the handle movable, he turned it down and locked into place and pulled the trigger.
All at once lightning and thunder echoed through out the temple deafening and blinding.
Inside the barrel of the gun-blade a superheated slug of Tungsten was being launched at super sonic speeds, propelled by a mass effect generator, which effortlessly pushed its way through the Drells chest.
Flesh, muscle, bone and organ offered no resistance to this piece of metal and allowed it passage to exit through the Drells back.
There was a sickening crack as the slug exited Markino. Stravon knew instantly that Markino was offered a painless and instantaneous death as the slug had severed Markinos spinal cord in two.
All at once time seems to resume its normal flow and the lightning blue light that filled the room shut out as Markino slumped soundlessly to the floor.

Victory was a bitter-sweet taste in Stravons mouth as he had broke his code of honour. He could only hope that is artefact was worth it.
He pushed through the vault door and in the room there was a skeleton in what appeared to be dark robes clutching two books.
Both appeared to be journals of some sort.
The first contained naught but encrypted text which would probably take years to decipher. This greatly disheartened Stravon as it meant little gain over so much loss.
But the second book was a decrypted version of the other.
Stravons heart soared at this and began reading immediately. The AI in his helmet thankfully could translate the language it was written in. This language was thousands of years old and almost completely dead if it weren't for scholars.
It seemed to detail something about being able to unlock ancient Sith holocroms that couldn't be opened the traditional way.
Then from behind him Stravon heard a scream filled with woe and anguish, bu......


Something brought Stravon out of his memories.
He turned around and realised that a daunting figure had just entered the room.
"Darth Scellus I presume?"
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"May the Force be with you." Rozalia murmured in answer following her bow to Master Zetram. She was unsure of how to feel about this mission; undoubtedly excited, at the apprehension of getting back into the thick of things and getting off this ice covered globe. But there was always the niggling sensation of fear in the back of her mind. Although fleeing from danger was not common to her - both by her nature as an Avalian, and through her Jedi training - she always feared Death somewhat more than others would. Perhaps because she had witnessed so many of her loved ones be swallowed by the unrelenting maw of Death.
As herself, Krios, and the other three Jedi left the Council Chamber and made their way to the hangar, Rozalia glanced at Krios.
"What do you think they need us to do?" She asked him quietly, thinking of how their combined talents (Her own talents laid mostly with tracking and stealth), and the use of 'Special Operations task force', would come into fruition on the war torn planet of Csilla. There were many other Jedi there, great Jedi Knights and Masters that seemed like far away legends to her.
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The Salarian Justicar watched as Jedi Knights Rozalia Éathliel and Krios Gerulin entered the Council Chamber. The room was silent for a moment, and as the youths joined Zetram and the other two Jedi in the center, a collective whirl of thought could be sensed among the masters in attendance. He only hoped they expressed the same pride he felt for his former padawan. The Drell had grown much since their time together, both spiritually and mentally it seemed -- the force flowed through him more strongly than ever. And while he couldn't personally vouch for the Avalian, Zetram had heard nothing but high praise with regard to her skills in stealth reconnaissance. He nodded approvingly to both as they greeted him. With the remaining pieces finally gathered, the briefing immediately began...

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As the five exited the Council Chamber, Zetram remained in silent reflection about the mission they were tasked. Csilla was in the frontlines of the Jedi-Sith war, and judging by the encrypted reports coming in, the situation was not looking good. The Grand Master's orders weighed heavily on the Salarian's thoughts. He had hoped to further inquire about the mission's specifics, but the vagueness conveyed from their leader was meant to temper overly inquisitive minds. Such was the way of this guild of force-users.

Becoming a Jedi Justicar meant unlearning everything for Zetram. As a former STG operative of his home galaxy, the Salarian believed in the absolution of knowledge, to function strictly by intellectual constitution -- nothing else. His transition into this newfound practice was difficult, to say the least. If it were not for the patience of his former master, Zetram wouldn't have continued his training. He'd more than likely be in service to the Rebel Alliance, functioning in the same capacity as he served the Salarian Union. But in the end his persistence outmatched the desire to remain complacent, and through hard work and perseverance, Zetram unlocked a conduit within himself that channeled the force in ways unimagined. Even now he struggles between his past and present ways of thinking, but over the years he has learned to keep the two in synchronous harmony.

Zetram overheard Rozalia's question aimed at Krios. Rather than offering his own opinions on the matter, he opted to listen to what his former padawan had to say.
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Reaver looked at the hologram of Genitrix "I have six good recruits that i can dispatch to Illum, I've been watching their other phases of training and there is a mix of skills among them, so i think you will like them Lady Genitrix." He said and stood up "Now if you will excuse me i got somewhere to be." and without waiting for Genitrix's response he walked out of the room to his chambers, those meetings always made his blood boil he didn't like the other two sith on the Tribunal, but they worked if only things were like the old days of the sith where only the strongest had the right to rule.

Lance Brewer Eriadu

They had planned an ambush, but it took a sour turn for the worse when the republic brought power suits, lance was lucky when a pile of his comrade in arms bodies landed on top of him so all he had to do was pretend to be dead, when things quieted down he got out of the pile of bodies, and proceeded for the objective a small factory, just northeast of his position. Picking up his rifle he moved like a ghost through the foliage until he had sighted the factory, he found a good spot for over watch and took aim checking out the position below him.
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"That you are," Alexio extended his hand and shook Corrin's. "Alexio Kadmizare, Captain of the Nightingale." The Wookie stood before the Chiss in relative silence before howling a few words. "<My name is Wrrlevge>" He simply stated, observing his new crew mate with judgmental eyes.

"Apologies. Everyone couldn't be here to give you a fuzzy, warm welcome, but you'll have plenty of time to get to know each of em. Rulmar, who you know already, is back on the ship. He's still mulling over our next assignment. Zaygrah is our navigations officer. She's more than likely taking her angst out on some unfortunate soul somewhere. I'll apologize in advance if she comes off a little stand-offish. Try not to take it personal." Wrrlevge muttered something under his breath, to which Alexio immediately picked up on. "That goes for everyone, really. You know how it goes. New guy syndrome and all."

"<Don't forget the Turian>" Wrrlevge said.

"Oh yeah!" Alexio sheepishly blurted out, chiding himself for almost forgetting. "Can't forget Aeila. We picked her up about a week ago." He turned to the wookie with a contemplative expression. "Though, she's more of a hitchhiker, wouldn't you say?" The wookie shrugged, perplexed that the captain of his own ship didn't know the answer to that. "She's one of those drifters ya know? Dark and mysterious. So long as you got the credits, don't matter me none. And she definitely has the credits."

Alexio shifted his focus back on Corrin. "Unless you got somethin else to say, I suggest you head to the ship and get yourself settled. Wrrlevge here will escort you." He grinned, patting the Wookie's shoulder. "He'll give you the rundown on Nightingale's diagnostics. Consider him your jedi master for the time being." Alexio flicked his Omni-Tool to life and began tapping away. "I gotta go tend to an errand. I'll meet with you all back on the ship in 30. Have everyone ready to go by then, will ya?" He told Wrrlevge, who howled in acknowledgment, before walking off into the city.
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As always Darth Vistark was scouring over the hordes of information contained within the Sith temple archeives, however the reason wasn't exactly down to his lust for knowledge but rather that he was incredibly anxious, according to his Master that fool Asari had wasted a great deal of lives other nothing, a hollow victory. In turn this greatly annoyed Darth Reaver, this meant that the connection between the Triage of Sith lords was growing tense, this was certain to cause difficulties on the road ahead.
But the texts on the first Sith empire generally soothed his nerves so he began going over them, for at least the hundredth time now.
It didn't take long until his train of thought was broken by someone speaking, this infuriated Vistark as silence was the golden rule in this place.
He peered around the edge of a pillar that was close to him, it turns out that one of the guards had caused the disturbance "Brilliant" he thought, "An excuse to execute him", but he soon relised that someone else was with him, it was a rather strange figure that appeared to be clad in armour, Vistarks eyes widened with disbelief.
"Corotsis!"
He knew the sight of that infamous metal anywhere.
He continued to gaze from the shadows trying to guess as to who and what this person was doing here.
However after a while his thoughts were answered as his Master walked through the door.

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High General Vallen stared from the observation deck of his most prized possession; the Republics greatest asset.
The Colossus.
In the distance he could see multitudes of sky cars zipping across the skyline of the capital of the galaxy, it was a magnificent sight, especially when it was twilight. However he knew fine well that his ship on the horizon was a great deal more majestic.
This brought a smile to his face, although it was obscured by his mask. Just at that moment the comm began to chime near the back of the room.
At first this startled Vallen because he was lost in thought, but once he realised what it was he growled at himself for being so stupid.
Vallen walked swiftly across the room near the to the doors and pressed one of his long, almost skeletal like fingers on the comm switch.
"Yes?"
A rather soft voice emanated from the other side of the comm, Vallen recognised it instantly as his ensign, a rather bubbly young human female.
"Sir we've clearance to leave Coruscant, we'll receive our orders once we are in orbit"
Vallen nodded in silent recognition and answered "Right, I'll be right down. Oh and get my 1st Leitenant on the bridge as well; check the mess hall, he's probably there drinking away with some of the others." He said the last bit with a hint of annoyance in his voice, and it was obviously detected by the ensign as she complied with the order without hesitation
"Right away sir."

The comm gave a slight chime as Vallen lifted his finger from it.
He gave a deep sigh and began walking towards the door and off to the deck of the ship.
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"...And that, my friends, is the exact reason you don't get in a fight with a Dathomir witch." Kellan finished off his story with a chuckle, as the mess hall became punctuated with laughs by the men and women around him. Whenever he was down here with his inferiors, he couldn't resist bragging about his previous escapades. They had to buy him a drink first though.
Glancing up as a perky young woman came over, he recognised her as one of the ensigns of the ship, the one working underneath Vallen. Her name escaped him, but that didn't deter him from giving her a flash of his lady-killer smile.
"Evening, honey. How can I help you?" He asked smoothly. She gave a stifled giggle, then straightened her face out into a somewhat professional expression.
"High General Vallen has summoned you to the bridge." She said, then glanced nervously behind her. "He sounded pretty impatient, so..."
"Yeah, I get it." He muttered sourly, downing the remainder of his drink and standing up. "Relax, have some whiskey. I'll go see the old man." He added to the ensign, winking at her before leaving the room.
It didn't take him long to make his way to the bridge, where Vallen was stood, staring out of a huge window. It truly was a magnificent view, with the sun only just set and the sky a hue of different blues and bruised pinks, casting silhouettes amongst the countless skyscrapers. For a planet with absolutely no greenery on it, it was amazing how beautiful is could still look.
"I thought I had some time off for the rest of the day." Kellan began as he approached the High General. "What did you want?"
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Rakata Prime
Scelus watched the man approach from his private terminal like a hawk watching its prey. The was adorned in armor that looked as if it would be better suited for a Turian rather than a human. When the Dark Jedi at the gates stopped him and asked for his weaponry, the man complied with no argument or disagreement at all; Scelus narrowed his eyes at this. How odd for someone covered in armor, who appeared to be a warrior, to relinquish their weapon so easily. AS the Miralukan Gate Guard escorted the visitor to the first floor archives, Scelus switched his view from camera to camera and continued watching the man, studying him as much as he could until the guard brought Scelus the man’s weapon. Slipping his mask back on, the Sith Lord rose to his feet and opened the door to receive the weapon and then wave the guard off. Once the guard was gone, Scelus turned back to the view screen of his terminal to watch the man sitting in the archives while examining his weapon. The thing was made of cortosis so as to withstand a lightsaber blow and to combat those who carried such weapons. The weapon also collapsed into a gun to offer versatility as well as minimize what the man had to carry into the field.

The weapon told Scelus quite a bit about the man; he was clearly a warrior who anticipated fighting lightsaber-wielders and needed the versatility of having one weapon switch between gun and sword. Strange, how very strange. The man could possibly be a bounty hunter of some sort, but what would a simple bounty hunter want by coming clear to Lehon to talk to one of the Tribunal Members? No, the man was much more important and much smarter than any simple bounty hunter. Scelus clipped the weapon to his own belt on the side unoccupied by his curved-hilt lightsaber and made his way to the archives.

He came to the archives to find the man waiting patiently for him. Scelus walked into the archives and up to the table the stranger was seated at and stood across the table from him.

“Darth Scelus, I presume?”

“Yes, I am Darth Scelus. And you are?”
Ilum
Krios looked to Rozalia as she asked her question. Kriso thought for a moment before answering her. The entire group around him were assembled based upon tracking, stealth, espionage, and infiltration abilities. The Grand Master said they were to be a “Special Operations Task Force”. The jobs to come along with that title were hard to predict, as hey could be sent on almost any mission, but Krios thought that the Task Force was more likely to be sent on missions t sabotage and infiltrate the Sith’s bases on Csilla. After pondering on this for a few moments, Krios answered Rozalia.

“The exact nature of missions is hard to predict, but I believe we will be sent on missions to infiltrate, sabotage, and even destroy the Sith’s bases as well as their armaments on Csilla.”

With that, Krios followed the rest of the Task Force on to the transport ship that would take them to Csilla. Krios settled himself and meditated for the majority of the journey, opening himself to the Force and calming his uneasy mind. The war would be a long and brutal one with the Jedi and Sith factions fighting to eradicate the other. He just hoped he would be one of the Jedi to survive the war and see the Sith wiped out.

The trip was a short one, and soon enough the transport was landing at a Jedi base on Csilla. Krios was the last off the ship, having gotten rather annoyed that the weather on Csilla was no better than the weather on Ilum. Luckily, he had a heat suit on, so that he would not freeze to death on this ice ball of a planet. The Task Force was led to a briefing room once they arrived; there were three Jedi Generals waiting for them when they entered the room. Once the Task Force was seated, the Generals greeted them and began the briefing the group of their first mission on Csilla. A female Nautolan stepped forward and began to speak.

“Hello, my friends. I hope your journey was good? I am sorry that you have been sent to this wretched battlefield, but we need individuals with your abilities if we are to even attempt to get the upperhand over the Sith army. Our last engagement with them ended in most of our forces as well as theirs being buried in an avalanche caused by a bombing run ordered by their side. What we need a Task Force such as you for is so we can infiltrate their bases and sabotage their armaments to cripple them and gain as much information on them as possible. Now then, on to your first assignment: you all will be sent to the Sith base located at the top of one of the mountains. You will be dropped near the peak they inhabit and will climb up to the base, infiltrate it and then locate Jedi Master Greon and his Padawan. Any question?”
Malastare
Corrin nodded to his new captain and the Wookiee, which seemed to be examining him. This made Corrin a bit uncomfortable, as he didn’t like someone trying to examine him or dig too much into his past, but of course this could all just be in his head due to his paranoia of others. The captain made some sort of apology that Corrin missed most of because of his racing thoughts about the Wookiee seeming to examine him. He played it off as if he heard though, hoping it wasn’t something about a bunk not being available for him and he would have to sleep with the Wookiee.

“No problem, Captain.”

Once the pleasantries were over with, Corrin followed the pair on to the ship and allowed himself to be led through the halls of the ship and to an empty bedroom. A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he saw he would indeed have his own room and would not have to sleep with the judgemental Wookiee. After thanking the captain and the Wookiee for the tour and leading him to his room, Corrin set to unpacking and settling in to his new surroundings. He sat at his terminal and scanned the extranet yet again, hacking into military files about battles going on on distant worlds for control of important hyperspace routes. He found the information boring, but necessary to his, and now his fellow crew members’, survival. As long as he stayed on top of the information coming in about the war, he could make sure they never ran into any Republic or even Rebellion fleets or battles between the two. With a sigh and the popping and cracking of bones, Corrin fell back on to his bed to rest.
Eriadu
The battle for control of Eriadu raged on in space and on the planet itself, and the rebels were being cut down in the open by the Republic’s power suits. The rebels managed to take them out once in a while, but the majority of the time saw the power suits being victorious over a group of rebels trying to rendezvous with other groups to try and take some of the abandoned factories on the planet to get better vantage points and cover. A squad of only five rebels was currently on their way to one of these factories when they got pinned down by a larger group of Republic troopers. The group of Republic troopers kept up suppressive fire so that the rebels couldn’t retaliate well enough. The troopers sent a few of their numbers around to flank the rebels, but they were intercepted by another squad of rebels on speeder bikes.

The new squad of nine rebels swept through and barreled through the troopers attempting to flank their comrades and continued on to flank the troopers; this new squad was led by a Krogan in red armour waving an M-8 Avenger in the air and yelling battle cries at the top of his lungs as they ran the troopers down. The leader made a few hand movements, and the squad swiftly pulled their speeders around to flank the troopers, stopping so that the sides of their bikes face the troopers below, and then they all dismounted and crouched behind their rides for cover. Once again, the Krogan made hand signs, and all at once the squad opened fire upon the troopers below, who were taken off guard.

The Krogan’s squad took out all of the troopers below with help from the first squad of rebels, who were able to retaliate once the Krogan’s squad had caused the troopers to scatter and abandon their suppressive fire. When the troopers were down, the Krogan mounted his speeder and pulled up to the other squad, the leader of which was a Bothan.

“Your squad alright?”

“Yeah. I think so. We lost a few of our numbers on the way here. Everyone in one piece?”

The Bothans squad replied with a few groans here and there.

“They’ll be fine. Thanks for your help. Which battalion are you from?”

“We’re the Howlrunners of the six hundred and forth. I’m Sergeant Drau Flynn.”

“Right. We’ve heard of your squad. You’re a bike unit to get in fast and demolish faster, right?”

“Yep, that’s us.”

The Bothan shook the Krogan’s hand, and his squad continued on their journey to meet up with any other squads that managed to get the factory closest to them. After watching them go, the Krogan turned toward his own squad.

“Alright! You know our orders! Let’s go make sure more squads can rendezvous with the rest! If we can get a few squads their with all their members alive, drinks are on me next time we see a cantina!”

With many battle cries, the Krogan’s squad sped off to aid the other squads in the nearby area.
In Space Over Vondarc
The Republic’s fleets continued bombarding the Rebellion’s fleets around Vondarc, so far unable to break through and take the fight to the planet’s surface. Vondarc was a planet on the Rimma Trade Route, and therefore could not be allowed to remain under the Rebellion’s control. The battle above the planet was at a stalemate, and so the Republic requested that the fleet of The Colossus be sent to rotate the current fleet out of Vondarc, in hopes that the new fleet could break the enemy line and take Vondarc back from the Rebellion. In preparation for their rotation, the Republic fleet feinted retreat. The Rebellion lowered its guard slightly when the Republic retreated, knowing they would back eventually, but they did not expect the new fleet to appear as soon as it did.

Admiral Xer Loa sat in his chair on the bridge of The Tresher, waiting for the hyperspace jump that would bring them to Vondarc to end. He sat and watched the blue tunnel around them fly by the massive viewport in front of him. When the journey came to an end, Xer Loa clapped his hands together and leaned forward in his chair. He had arrived ahead of the High General’s ship, but that was to be expected, as it was a larger ship and would therefore take longer to get to its destination. In the General’s absence, Xer Loa began ordering the fleet into a defensive formation so that when The Colossus arrived, there would be a ring of starships about it. The Admiral turned to his Communications Officer.

“Be prepared to open the channel to the High General when his flagship arrives, and keep the channel with the rest of the fleet opened but suspended for now.”

“Yes, sir.”

With a nod, Xer Loa sat back in his chair and waited for the flagship to arrive, humming to himself to pass the time.
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Rakata Prime - Stravon Dridis
Darth Scelus was everything Stravon pictured In a Sith Lord, fairly tall, clad in robes and had his face masked.
However Stravon noticed that Scelus had clipped HIS blade to his belt, this sent a spike of anger through his body, but he chose to ignore it.
Darth Scellus answered his question with another one.
"I am Stravon Dridis."

Stravon stood up from his chair and stood opposite Dath Scelus, as to show that he meant business.
"It's a pleasure to finally meet you my lord."
"I've come here today in order to... Propose an offer if you will"
"My employer, whom shall remain anonymous for the time being has had, an interest in your doings and wishes to make you a very good offer."
As he finished that last sentence Darth Scelus appeared to straighten up and obviously Stravon had his complete and undivided attention.
"The terms of the agreement is that we will provide your faction with a large amount of credits and technology, however actual military might is something we do lack in so the soldiers are down to you unfortunately."
"If you agree to this then we will happily assist you in defeating the Jedi, but once you've completed that, you must assist us in our... Let's say conquest."
It was hard to predict what Darth Scelus' face was showing at this moment in time, but this worked 2 ways as he could not see Stravons face either.
"So, those are the terms, any questions?"

Space over Coruscant

The orders from the chancellor were fairly simple, it was to assist with the fight over Vondarc, apparently they had fiented retreat and are awaiting reinforcements, time was of the essence so High General Vallen ordered the vanguard of his fleet, and Admiral Xer Loa to get there first, it'd take some while before the Colossus reached the battlefield.

Vallen had greeted his first lieutenant on the bridge just before take off, it was obvious that he was disgruntled and his question was rather humerous.
"War waits for no man" was his reply, he could see that this was not the reply he was looking for.
"Don't fret Kellan, if the orders are to deploy humanitarian aid then we'll both go to the mess and get drunk"
Numerous laughs went a round the crew situated on the deck at this.

It didn't take long before The Colossus reached orbit over Coruscant and had met up with the rest of the fleet.
It was then when the Holomap at the centre of the room turned into a 3d projection of the High Chancellor.
"Greetings Vallen, we've bad news I'm afraid. This time you're off to war, one of our fleets is having difficulty dispatching a rebel fleet over Vondarc, this is in a major trade route so they simply can't have that sector, it's time to show these rebels what the republic is made of!"
This was the reason why the High Chancellor was human, he had a sense of gravitas and could quite easily command an audience.
"Don't worry sir" replied Vallen
"They'll regret ever picking their arms up and betraying the republic."
The High Chancellor smiled and said "that's what I want to hear Vallen, go show them the power of The Colossus"
With that the 3d hologram returned to a map of the galaxy.
High General Vallen had secretly been wanting this for quite some time, there was nothing like a good fight to get the blood pumping.
He turned to his comm officer and said "Tell Xer Loa to set course for Vondarc"
"Yes sir" the comm officer replied

Vallen could see a portion of his fleet set off in to the distance and then engaged hyperdrive engines, and in a blaze of light they blurred off into the void.
"Right I want everyone ready at the battle stations immediately, get all weapons prepared and have the Hyper-Collider charged and ready to fire. Captain get this ship to that war zone!"
This was why he loved his crew, like ants they began to work away immediately, all working for the success of the mission and doing it as efficiently as possible.
The ship and his fleet began to turn west and there was a slight hum as the ship picked up speed and the hyper drive engine activated, all at once the stars turned Into a tunnel of light.
"Estimated time of arrival 15 minutes sir"
"Good, let's hope Xer Loa is prepared for my arrival."

Space over Vondarc
Rear admiral Viin was assisting some fellow engineers in the engine room, he got on well with the engineers simply because he enjoyed to be fixing problems, it reminded him of the old days, the technology wasn't nearly as efficient but Viin had learned that for organics aesthetic reasons seemed to over rule efficiency to some degree, he had to admit that the engine cores were incredibly beautiful to stare at.
"Thanks Viin, that's saved us a lot of time" the head engineer took his hand and shook it, Viin enjoyed this greatly and everybody knew it, so he eagerly returned the handshake.
"It was our pleasure" Viin said in his artificial voice.
Viins Omnitool started to flash and it appeared he was wanted on the deck.
"We must depart now, if they're any more problems do not hesitate to request my presence"
The engineers all thanked him in turn as he left the room and went to the bridge were the admiral was waiting.
Once Viin got there he relised that battle stations had been called and that they had arrived at the hostel controlled system.
"We apologise for our absence sir"
Xer Loa was peering at the map which was giving a detailed analysis of the battle field.
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