The Rebel Faction

Leading into Theed, Naboo...

A red and black skinned tattooed figure stood at the edge of the forest, his eyes closed, arms crossed in front of his chest.

The Zabrak had not been seen for weeks now, possibly months. Not a soul seemed to be aware of his existence anymore, and that was just how the Sith Lord liked it.

Keeping a very low profile had been virtually an effortless task for Zeta. He'd spent much of his time roaming the galaxy, if for nothing more than to keep himself occupied and on the run.

Yet even Zeta could not keep himself dormant from all of those who existed within the galaxy. After all, there would always be someone stronger than him, smarter than him; and this is what made the Zabrak understand his place within the galaxy.

Age did not matter, nor race, nor background....

The key was knowledge and experience, and it came in all forms, all shapes and sizes....

It was this simple understanding that made the Zabrak a wise warrior, among other things.

Such with all life, the Zabrak would never be immune to learning and experiencing more; and it was also with this understanding that the Zabrak believed that he could be more powerful than he already was, for knowledge and experience gave way to power.

Come out of hiding, have we?

A light chuckle escaped the Zabrak's throat as he felt the ancient Sith's presence fall onto him by way of the darkside.

It was a presence not felt in quite some time, but one always heavily embedded into the Sith Lord's mind, even without the presence near.

So it was without question when he was called upon, that Zeta immediately uncrossed his arms, opened his eyes, and set out for the docking bay, intending to seek the ancient Sith out.

Klain would tell him all he needed to know when he got to Vjun...

On route to Vjun...The more distance Zeta crossed, that much stronger Klain's presence reached him.

Most would foolishly underestimate Recon, simply for his age alone. Sometimes appearances played tricks on the mind and eyes, but Zeta, he knew better.

Perhaps to the Zabrak's advantage, he'd met the Sith before, but even then Recon had looked older, and still the apprentice had not judged him then.

Yet the Lord's mind did wander as he traveled through space, his mind pondering on what the older man had been doing with his time.

Recon Klain had been gone for much too long, it was unusual for one who kept in charge of much as Recon had to just go off and disappearing. The Zabrak, after some time after not seeing or not hearing from the man, had figured that he had other matters of greater importance to attend to.

Life worked in mysterious ways, one minute you were there, the next you were gone.

After all, Zeta had gone, into hiding, and here he was, heading off to meet with the ancient Sith once more, strange what ones path in life brought.

Several hours later....

After several minutes on foot upon the planet of Vjun, Zeta eventually came onto an abandoned castle, obviously no longer completely abandoned for Recon waited just inside the castle gates.

Where most would fear and tremble toward the darkness that surrounded Zeta that was Recon, Zeta did not. His experiences with the Sith Master had taught him much, and he knew somewhat of who this man was.

"At last we meet again, Klain," the Zabrak said, the torches casting light onto his form as he stepped into Recon's view.

"The darkness has kept you powerful, old man..."

Most would not dare to call Recon old to his face, but Zeta would. He never believed in hiding the truth, and he never believed in offending his own brethren, but when he felt the need to speak the truth, he did.

"Tell me, what brings me here...."

"Perhaps you are looking in all the wrong places, Klain..."

The Zabrak's gaze did not look upon the white bearded man as he spoke, rather looking past him and onto the castle.

"If you have found me, than surely you can find the others.."

He returned his gaze onto Recon once more, if answers could be found in the Zabrak's eyes his eye's would have spoke volumes.

"Reach out further with your darkness. Reach out and you will find what I already feel..."

There was still much to be felt within the galaxy....

The Sith Lord did not question the ancient Sith's motives, if anything he was looking to meet up with Gash Jiren again. He still had a bone or two to pick with the Rogue Jedi Master, besides, the Jedi would expect him.

"Very well... and so it shall be."

If the two were not able to seek out Gash Jired together then the Zabrak would seek him out himself. He would not kill him, no; he would find him and then bring him to the Sith Master alive. He knew that Recon would want him alive, and Zeta was not often greedy.

"If we can not find Jiren together then I will find him for you, and I will bring him to you alive..."

The Zabrak's thoughts drifted from Jiren and onto the Sith Master's son.

"... If your son is anything like you... well then, we'll be likely to have ourselves a victory party old man..."

Silence preceded the two Sith as the Iridonian took a few moments to seek out both the High Priest and Xireon.

"The High Priest... he is on Ziost..."

A thin look of amusement crossed the Zabrak's lips, more on his mind.

"He too knows of your arrival..."

He paused yet one more time, settling onto more thoughts.

"... He is not the only on; many surround the High Priest. As for Xireon...

"...He too can be found on Ziost..."

Within the Sith Lord's gaze rose a quizzical look, directed to the ancient Sith Master.

"... Surely you know why this is... Why they all gather there...."

Waiting but only a few seconds for the Sith Master to ponder, he then spoke again.

"... We Sith have been dormant long enough... It is now our time. The time of the apocalypse has come and the Sith shall rule once more..."