The Rebel Faction

Down the halls the two walked. She waited and asked nothing more of the Sith Lord until the two had reached within Bast Castle's walls, her personal meditation chambers.

" Have a seat and we shall speak of your order and its future. "

Malice looked at the other sith within the room.

So, what have you all decided to do?*

Malice wud not choose yet. He couldn't, not without hearing from Zeta as well. So, until then he would hear what the other sith have to say.

The Victor paused to survey his conquest.

It was aboard the Dark Shard the figure now stood. In the place of his strongest power, the bridge of his command Star Destroyer.

Silence hung undisturbed. All as one the crew of Harbinger Fleet gave a moment of reverance to what had come before.

Unopposed they had rained down upon the Yinchorr system and had taken each of her hospidable planets by force.
Yinchorr, Uhanayiah, Yibikarar and Yitheeth.

Four planets that now boasted an army regiment garrison aswell as a sizeable naval defence force. Even now, as they stood gazing out into the vastness of the system, her primary but a distant speck from this far out, ship yards and construction yards were being built.
Slaves enough to work the facilities until more adequit workers could be ferried out.

For now, however, Harbinger Force would be on delay. It was readily apparent her crew needed a pause. A break in the normal routine to relax and soclaize amongst themselves.

Fortunatly, the Shard was equppied for long sojourns into deep space or long patrols far into enemy territory. As such, she boasted more then sufficent entertainment for her crew. (Keeping in mind these were the infantry and navy of the Crimson Empire.)




High Admiral Anor-Sadow nodded content with himself before turning to adress his bridge crew.

"You have all served well and above the call of duty in this mission. It is due your exemplary service that I am giving the order. Twenty-Four hours of R and R, aboard ship. However, inform the crew they are free to move from vessel to vessel, so long as they are ready for a return to duty at a moments notice. All fighter wings are to remain on passive alert."

Again, the Admiral nodded, then turned back to his gazing out into space, "You have your orders."

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Within his own private chambers of meidtation, Sadow brooded on the dark force, thankful for the chance to revel in the depraved twisted ways of the darkside.

Here, in these chambers, he was most secure. More so they any other post on any of his ships. It had been built into her at the Exectutioners command some time ago. The masssive expanse of room was speherical in shape and Sadow floated easily in her very center.

His form prone and fully extended, he made slow revolutions on his axis. Null-g permitted him the perfect aid in his chamber of sensory input or depravation.

The room could be modulated in temperature, humidity, air-pressure or even gravity. The walls of the sphere, some one hundred feet in diameter, mounted massive display screens all the way around aswell as one of the most impressive sound systems in the galaxy.

All that controlled the room was tied into a node atop the apex of the room, the sole exit at the exact opposite position.
From this node, floats a cognition hood similar in design to those employed by the Yuuzhan Vong of old.

Beyond this, his meditation chamber was also completely, and utterly, self sufficent. It also boasts walls of ten foot thick durasteel alloy, and could be jettisoned into hyperspace if need be.

The room. A marvel to behold.

Now he kept the room dark, the screens devoid of images and the room itself utterly devoid of sound. In the center, Nox floats easily, the cognition hood draped over his head.

Any stranger would be put ill at ease in this place. Not only from the pure evil that radiated from its center, but also the erry lack of sesation within the room.
Currently, Sadow was beyond his body. Depraved of sensation he was clear and free to be at one with the dark force.

Here, during this time of clarity, the Executioner reached across the vastness of the Yinchorr system. Easily, he located the powerful wake in the Force that is Dark Lord Maim.

My lord, the voice distorted and spoke without body reaches for the mind of Maim, I am victorius.

All is ours. The system of the Sith is yours.

Take it, Lord. It is yours.



((please excuse the severity of errors in this final post. i was rushed.... 15,000 wrds))

The Dark Lord of the Sith, as he would once more call himself soon, moved silently into the highest tower of Bast Castle. He had had enough of childish displays of diplomacy and ignorance. It was time for a display of true power. He heard nothing, saw nothing, and responded to nothing but his goal as he entered the tower's upper level.

Now, standing silent, upon a large open balcony which over-looked the planet Vjun.. a Dark Lord drew on a well of Dark Power.

Hand stretched above him, the man who's true power was known to few, if any, called upon wells of power so deep and great that one could never find the ends of them. He called upon ancient teachings of long dead masters. He called upon the Dark Force itself to serve his will.

Growling speech in the ancient Sith language, he began a chant of Sith Magics. He called upon the Dark Force to come to being in the physical manifestation of Force Storms which would encircled the entire planet.

The skies blackened at his command. Thunder rolled across the dead plains of Vjun. Wells of Dark Powers became manifestations of violent raging electricity and high velocity winds. Slowly, it started, far in the distance. The sky turned dark and opaque. It was as if it was a solid mass of energy and weather decending upon them to wipe them all from the face of the planet.

True power would be shown this day. Enough of the snivling and biquering that had consumed what should have been a historic meeting of Sith. Now as time to show no weakness. Now as time to teach them a lesson in the higherarchy of the Sith.

He was the Morning and the Evening Star. If he said night was day, so it was to be written.

The skies of the planet, now utterly black and raging with storms of such intensity as to rip any ship to shreds, spoke the news.

The Dark Lord of the Sith returns.

Let all cower before true power and bend to his will, or be destroyed by both.

The Dark Lord of the Sith returns... .