Neradia was now encircled by dead bodies. Neradia rolled his eyes and then snapped his attention to the Jedi Master.

Good job, Jedi. You can kill them, but you cannot kill me...

Darth Neradia ignited one end of his double-bladed lightsaber. The blood red blade extended out and lit the dim chamber. Neradia taunted the Jedi to attack.

Come and meet your fate...

Neradia slid his left foot out in front of his right and readied himself for an attack.

The High Priest of the Sith had to chuckle at this.

"Back to the light? You are a humorous one. I was never part of the light you speak of, infidel. I was born the incarnation of Darkness."

The High Priest allowed the portal to fall then squared off with the Jedi Master.

"You, yourself, were ready to kill these.. abominations.. yet you fault me for it as a crime. Your standards need polishing, Master Jedi. Tell me, if I were to go and kill your children.. and perhaps there mother.. what would you do then, oh master of nothing? Would you search the galaxy for a vengeance that is denied to you by the very code you live by?

Look deep within yourself before you fault me again, Jedi. You know nothing of what you speak or who you speak it to. I could have killed you from the shadows, or your son, if it was my wish to do so. Now begone, and I shall allow your life to continue."

Chambers of the Dark Lord

"It is funny," came another voice, a rasping, tired sound that nonetheless filled the chamber, "What the downfall of the Jedi brings. Another bunch of pretenders to the throne of galactic protector, and a -- a Jedi among them."

"Thank you, Jedi, for opening the door for me -- immensely courteous," Xireon continued, shambling in the door. His blue, scaled skin flickered slightly in the light of the room, as he stepped over the scattered remnants of the double doors. "Though I do expect that the Dark Lord will be most displeased with his doors."

Xireon's form was stooped and sickly, matching his inhuman appearance and impossibly thin body. His white, pupil-less eyes made it impossible to determine where he was looking. Perhaps he was looking everywhere. Maybe nowhere.

"Really," he said, gesturing at the crumpled bodies of the Massassi warriors, bleeding from their ears. "How un-Jedi like -- Slavatio, isn't it? Yes, I have all of my father's memories, and the former Dark Lord of the Sith spoke of you, at least once. I believe you and my father have met -- possibly during that catastrophic failure known as the Sith assault on Naboo."

Slavatio and Neradia still stared at Xireon throughout this monologue, and though the freakish Sith's mouth was covered by the collar of his tattered clothing, the very top of a smirk showed over the cloth. "As to the bit about our visitor not being able to kill you, I beg to differ, Neradia," he continued. "I think he is quite able to kill you. And, evidently, he wouldn't think twice about it -- strange, isn't it, Last of the Jedi Shadows, how you begin to resemble what you surround yourself with?"

A cold laugh. "Come then, let us fight with odds that are -- ever so slightly -- more even."

The Jedi Shadow Master watched the sickly Sith with caution. He knew of him, that was enough, he was now wary.. on his guard.

"If that is your wish, Overlord Jiren."

His battle stance, much the same as his adopted brother in the Force, Nathaniel Somir's, looked odd to untrained eyes. He was stretched, almost looking off balanced, and both sabers were held upside down within his firm grasp. His eyes traveled between the two, while his mind's eye watched them both.

Aboard his small private ship the dark lord of the sith knew times were precarious and even now Khar Shian and Khar Delba were under assault. Soon the jedi would be suprised and in pain, dying on this planet they so boldly invaded. Looking back to the three clones of Malice Draclau he spoke.

Your master has assigned you to me. We shall deal a devastating blow to this so called alliance. Meditate and prepare for soon we will be ready.

Closing his eyes he sent a private message through the force to a true warrior, man who had served his father for millenia, a man who could deal death on a immense scale.

Lord Kressh, this is Sedriss. I have begun my preparations but I need you to assume defense of Khar Delba. The invasion must end and I need you to assist the son of your master.

Max reached TDC and ran off the transport. He grabbed a commlink and set it to reach all the remaining Sith on Khar Delba.

((The is Lord Chaos, all remaining sith here at TDC contact me by order of Dark Lord Sedriss. If you do not contact me you will be punished. I am in the hangar.))

He turned and looked at the transport awaiting the others.

Reaching into his belt, Xireon drew forth a lightsaber, igniting its red blade and bringing it shimmering forth. "Two lightsabers, Slavatio," he said, and chuckled a little, "Just like my father."

With neither pomp nor ceremony, Xireon swept forward, slashing downwards with the lightsaber at the Jedi he faced. The blade moved with such speed that it did not appear to be a blade at all, but a swath of blood-red cloth sewn onto the air.

A voice through the Force reached Meschi and was returned.

I shall do what I can, but only at the behest of the Triumvirate.

The communications channel beeped and was opened. The message was recieved and immediately replied to.

"I would like to see you attempt to punish me, you little worm."

The Zabrak at first did not turn toward the Knight, his sights set off into nothing in particular. With his stance ever much the same as when Tyr came upon him, he spoke.

"What makes you think that I'm looking for something?"

After asking the question, without moving his footing, the Sith Lord's gaze immediately locked onto Daroth. Their gaze's met finally, Zeta finding it somewhat commendable that the Knight could meet his gaze without breaking away from it.

"I need nor care to go looking for filth, nonetheless, it seems to usually find its way to me, still.... as we can both clearly see now."

OOC: Max...go to TDC chat immediately.