“Dark Lord of the Sith,” a resonation thundered upon an impervious rampart of shriveled catacombs, “Dark Lord of the Sith.”

An unseen gloss of infamy gleaming between only eyes of the ever-present dark, the everlasting pilaster of nothingness lifted to heights ventured solely by the regal guardians of heaven. A faint wisp of light drifted from the untainted cobalt above to the knarred soil below, drawing a slight glow onto the forbidden grounds of an insidious tantalum. Beneath it draped an abyss, darkness stinging its very essence as it fell to the depths of one’s spirit. Despair loomed in a funnel spiraling amongst its heart, and indulged in the fruits of all light managing to seep by. Encroached in a pitiless vigor of hunger.

Surrounding the fickle gateway, stretching as a path between both heaven and hell, there dropped honed blades of rock from the darkness above, slicing the thin air with an indefinite stature of majesty. Clinging to the might the rods so viciously emitted were quaint crystals of water, glistening in the light sifting ahead although subduing body to the bosom of animosity. All had formed equilibrium.

“Dark Lord of the Sith,” the auditory bulge repeated with an added element of malice to its tone, “Dark Lord of the Sith; Dark Lord of the Sith…hah…hah.”

A sardonic chuckle, nearly a screech, pounded the stiff columns of mineral with an implacable sense of relent as it purged various stockades of their rocky adherents. Detached of physical appearance it rambled onwards, shattering the mounds of lingering fortitude to previous egos having once been. Uplifted on the flames of its victims it raced forwards…backwards…upwards…downwards…always contorting to reach sought pinnacles. Bizarrely, a near-joy filled the lungs to which the replicating riddle spat, taunting jovially at what was and what would be. Despite the incentive or motive, it simply continued…



“Arrogant fool! The darkside had laid luscious gourds beneath his feet to soothe that pitiful thirst…once satisfied, more were taken to nurture an ego! Considering not his creator, excess was sought to amass personal glory in the attempts of overcoming the teachings by stepping upon their pages! Feeding from a father’s dream, a father’s shadow…and yet, the father had been as pious as he.”

Shimmering in black pungent enough to devour a very soul, a crimson sphere bobbed as a faceless slayer in the midst of its opposition, adapt to tearing a rift to its central point of luminescence. Although as silence echoed behind, a definite figure was impossible to determine or forge. And as almost to exhale, a voice overturned such bonds.

“Hah, yes…may the dark’s judgment reign dauntless.”

The Dark Lord, off on his most recent conquest, stood aboard the bridge of his flagship in silent meditation.

What sense had it made for the Sith to be so devided? What purpose would it serve?

Perhaps these questions would not be answered yet, but in time they must. In time he must hace answers.

OOC - Not actually here yet... cross threading here. lmao

A lambda shuttle popped out of hyperspace, crusing over the planet of Yinchorr. Inside the shuttle sat the sith knight of The Naboo Sith Order. Reaching out with the force he sensed the areas on the planet.

*SO, this is one of the planets ASE owns huh. Doesn't look like much*

Malice turned and looked at the captain, who had served him well for many years.

*Captain, turn off the engines. I think we shall just sit in space for a while. We shall await for Lord Vakhar's arrival then we shall land*

Captain:Yes sir right away.

The shuttle's engines roaring noise died out slowly till it completely shut off. It now just stood idle in space, The sith knight leaned back and closed his eyes. He would be meditatng until the Lord of TNSO would come.

OOC:Chikami edit your post. Vakhar isn't on the planet....yet.

.:Exiting Hyperspace...Somewhere near Yinchorr:.


A single Sith Infiltrator zoned out of hyperspace...it's heading, the planet Yinchorr. Within the ship a dark force emanated... it was Chikami Darkwynd sith disciple of The Naboo Sith Order. Reaching out through the force Chikami felt a familiar presence that of his master Malice Draclau.


Sitting in the pilots seat Chikami maneuvered the ship through the atmosphere of Yinchorr. Flying cautiously as he new that the airspace he was traveling in may not be considered "friendly".


Cutting the engines Chikami decides it best to wait for Lord Vakhar's arrival before landing on the planet. Hovering in orbit Chikami takes some time to pull up a statistical analysis of the planet to find out what he may be up against.

:: Sith Lord Recon Klain sat still at the council chambers of ASE. He soon realised that there was an abundant amount of the darkside around him. Turning to his left he saw the fires of the darkside. He soon reached to his feet and walked down a tunnel of steps to a room. It soon looked as if he traveled through time. The surface was ancient and where the stairs lead looked like space age.

The Sith Lord commanded a transmittion to the docking bay in space. It searched for a object that immited energy. And there it appeared on screan. It was two ships. The Sith Lord could have them blown from the sky but decided to let them live. It see what kind of people they were. Klain walked out of the room and took off his vest from the ancient travels to Ziost.

He soon modernised it to look like a un-breakable suit. He soon dressed and gribbed his lightsaber as he stood outward and dust and hurricanes blew powerful winds. It was very little light. But Klain awaited in the surface to see what dangers awaited the ASE. His loyalty... ::

A bleeping sound had awaken Malice from his deep meditation.

*Captain report*

CAPTAIN:Well sir it would seem as though they have spotted us.

A sly grin appeared on his face.

*Well then i guess there's no use in staying up here now is there. Open a link to Chikami*

CAPTAIN: Yes sir.......link established.

*Chikami, this is Malice. They have spotted our ships, so let's not keep them waiting and go down there. I'll meet you on the surface i'm heading out*

Turning to the captain Malice nodded. The thrusters were turned on, a roaring sound broke the silence of space as the lambda shuttle headed towards the planet's surface. On the planet however Malice could feel a strong dark presence awaiting them. This would be fun for the knight, and challenging for both him and his apprentice.

Following Malice's ship to the surface Chikami sets his ship down softly a few meters from Malice's. The ship creates a small dust cloud as it settles onto the ground. The name of the ship is the first thing seen once the dust begins to clear and it reads <font color="#FF0000"> Blood Frenzy </font>.

Chikami powers the ship down, and climbs out of the pilots seat. Moving to the rear of the ship he opens the hatch. A little of the remaining dust flies up into his face, but he ignores it. Exiting the ship Chikami walks slowly towards Malice.

It was their own choice. They had the right to do it, no matter how illogical and round-a-bout it seemed. Did he have to allow it? No. Did he have to let them go through with it? No. But did he? Yes.

He did not have to like it, however. He promised them that he would not strike first blood, and prayed that they would not strike first blood against him. No where in the agreements had the Sith Lord made any promises abut his fellow Sith of the Order. He knew them well enough to know they would want revenge, blood, payback, redemption...

But it was the question of who? Snack knew he would not strike out first. He seemed to be the calmer of his Sith brethren; being a Jedi previously and knowing how to use the calm and peaceful side of the Force, if there was such a thing as a "side of the Force", without clouding his own dark rage and mind that boiled with in. He never struck out in attack unless provoked to. Which meant, either someone attacked first, or someone was being a pain the ass.

A Dark Wave of fury and hatred loomed over Snack's senses as he sat thinking about the last few weeks. In most other groups and factions, when a solid basis of members left, especially respected members as they were, the group would fall in on itself and crumble in every last inch. The Order, however, was stronger than most other factions. Their loyalty to one another and the respect they each held for each other brought them together and made them stronger as a whole, as well as individually. That's why Snack knew his course when he felt the rage of a fellow member at the loss of Maim and his followers. The self-proclaimed Dark Lord of the Sith. Was it a truism of the Galaxy if not everyone thought the same way? He cared less if Maim proclaimed himself that, but the fact is, no one was a true Dark Lord of the Sith. It had to be agreed upon, and the Lord knew well enough that not everyone in the Sith religion agreed upon it.

"It's time," Snack turned to speak to Poreon. He referred to the wave of darkside energy the two felt. It seemed that Vakhar had made the first move. And now, it was time to follow up with the move.

Standing from his chair, he looked over at Poreon and nodded. He, too stood up, nodding as well to Snack. The two exited the council room, both knowing full well of the task at hand and what needed to be done.

The Dark Lord sat in silent meditation within the main chambers of his newly constructed 'temple'. His mind was upon the future, as well as the past.

"My Lord, a few vessels have landed upon the surface and.."

The cleric was cut short as the Dark Lord Spoke.

"I am well aware. Allow them to find themselves to me. Do not attack them, do not provoke them. Let them come to me and say what they will, or do what they will. This bad blood must come to an end."

With that, the Dark Lord returned to his meditation. His mind now wholly upon the present.

Malice stood there, surveying the area. It wasn't much appealing to him save for the dark skies and gloomy feeling he got. Turning to Chikami the sith spoke in a low quiet tone.

*Chikami we must now hide our presense within the force. I will explain everything later, but for now just follow me*

Before he was done sayng this he instantly hid his presense, Making it so the other sith on the planet would no longer know of his location. Taking out a little holo cron Malice turned it on. While his ship had been sitting in space it took a reading of the planet's surface......and he found what it is they were looking for.
The two sith set off, they were walking in a northwest direction from their ships, somewhere in a west direction from the ASE palace.