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Malice Draclau

1 1:03am 30/06/03

Zoist. A dark planet void of any goodness. Here the darkest of evils dwell. And it was here, that a new evil would dwell. Soaked with pride, and blinded with confidence. Malice sent himself here to learn. To reshape his body and mind. Mold himself anew.

Waling along the soil of Zoist. Malice's destroyer sits looming over the planet. While on the surface with him. Walked thousands of massassi warriors loyal to the overlord. They have been sent there with him to protect him.

It had been weeks since Malice last saw the order. He had comissioned his massassi to build him a private house. And it had taken many weeks to do it. But it was done.

Walking towards the new building. Flowing white robes surrounded Malice's body as he moved with the ever present confidence which possessed him. If he ever expected to rule alongside his fellow triumvirate members rightfully. Then he would have to rid himself of his own weakness. Though that would not be an easy task.

Upon walking into the house, Malice noticed three rooms. A living space, a kitchen, and a massive meditation chamber. Walking into the chamber, Malice noticed his most loyal acolytes within. Each one speaking in the ancient sith language. Blessing the room. Bathing it in Zoists darkness.

But when they felt their master enter, each one bowed. Walking to the center of the room, Malice sat in a cross legged position. Closing his eyes, he was immediatly submerged into the darkness. His form seemed to melt into the black void that was his surroundings. Malice let his mind wander. Letting it touch the darkness as it searched for the very essence of it.

As he let his mind delve deep into the dark pool of energy, the sith priests continued to chant in the ancient language. The darkside energy within the room began to build. Condensing around Malice. A black, forboding cloud of evil formed about Malice. From it, bolts of lightning created by the pure dark force within the room began to strike the floor around the demon sith.

Malice would spend many,many days here training himself.

Malice Draclau

2 11:52pm 30/06/03

As Malice and his acolytes continued chanting. It seemed he had already been there for days. When in actuality was merely a few hours. But even so, the power they were gathering was immense. Outsideof the house, a raging storm was begining to form above. Thick, black thunder clouds convering together. Creating a massive electrical shower from above.

The Massassi moved uneasily as the storm raged on all around them. While inside, the mini lightning shower there fared no better. The stray bolts continued to strike various parts of the meditation chamber. threatening to tear the black void of a room to bits.

Flaring out his darkside energy. Malice took control of the lightning with his mind. The demon sith's very being was enveloped within the darkness. His concentration purly on tapping into the raw power of the darkside. He would be touching the darkside like he had never done before.

His body was slowly begining to rise off the ground. Levitating from the massive amount of energy swhirling around the room. Sticking both hands out by his sides, Malice grabbed hold of the lightning. Four balls started to form around him. creating a square of sorts. The balls of electricity gathered the stray bolts as they came down within the room. Shooting them at Malice.

The lightning did not harm the sith master. Instead it danced along his body. Creating a sureal image that a normal person wouldn't believe. Malice was now training his force skills. Mastering the elements and manipulation. Merely step on in his quest for power. Power that he knew was rightfully his.

Dark Lord Maim

3 9:33pm 02/07/03

Loyalty Never Dies.

Blood.

Blood flowed from a crack in the chamber's wall. Trickling to the floor it formed a pool. Slowly, the pool gathered on it's own will and began to rise and take shape. A formless liquid began to swiftly change, becoming the notable form of a man.

In an instant it was done.

Blood red robes swayed in the gentle breezes which surrounded the High Priest of the Sith.

"Malice, we must work for the Sith will need you."

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Xireon Jiren

4 2:31am 03/07/03

Loyalty Never Dies.

Xireon staggered, stooped and with arms wrapped about himself like blankets against some unseen cold, into the chamber. One of his blue, scaled, clawed hands tapped gently against a lightsaber protruding from his tattered waistline.

Though the collar that forever concealed his mouth -- for reasons no one was truly sure of -- a voice, rasping and cold, flowed forth. "Indeed, Malice Draclau, the High Priest speaks the truth," he said, nodding briefly both to whom he spoke and the room's other inhabitant.

"We, Malice Draclau, have a common enemy," Xireon snarled beneath his collar. "I believe that you have -- in a manner of speaking -- met my father. I am here only in the hope that, my assistance provided, next time you meet him he will come off the worse."

Malice Draclau

5 12:18am 04/07/03

Loyalty Never Dies.

As the two dark pillars appeared within the room. The four acolytes, or priests within stopped chanting. Each one gazing at Diete and Xireon. They began to speak in unison.

*I agree. I will need the knowledge and skill from the both of you to become stronger*

Malice all the wile still sat silent in the middle of the room. His concentration keeping the balls of lightning levitating as with himself. But he also stretched his mind and did one more thing. He was speaking to Diete and Xireon through the priests. In order to not break his concentration, he merely increased the strain on himself by doing this.

*How shall we begin my training?*

Dark Lord Maim

6 9:45am 04/07/03

Loyalty Never Dies.

The High Priest of the Sith motioned to the 'priests' then to the door.

"First, we get rid of these.. things."

His eyes fell upon the so-called Priests, who were nothing more than blasphemers for failing to hail the High Priest of the Sith as he entered.

"They do not serve our cause in the least."

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Malice Draclau

7 10:18pm 04/07/03

Loyalty Never Dies.

All the priests stared at Diete, before bowing their heads.

*Agreed. I shall get rid of them*

They spoke in montone. Malice's form was lowered to the ground. The four balls of lighting condensing above his head into one massive ball. Opening his eyes, he sent one of the balls crashing into a priest. killing him instantly and leaving a nice hole through his gut.

As the demon overlord stood, He raised a hand above him. The remaining three dropped dead instantly. Malice had drained them of their life and energy. Quickly, four massassi ran into the room. Keeping their heads bowed as they passed the two sith near the door. Then Malice. The priests bodies were removed.

Looking towards Diete and Xireon. Malice's black eyes glowed with the power of the darkside in them. Its blackness nearly overshadowing the white mask he wore.

*I am ready. Ready to enter the purity that is the darkside*

Dark Lord Maim

8 2:37am 11/07/03

Loyalty Never Dies.

The High Priest merely watched, then lofted a brow as he looked upon the Sith Overlord.

"I most sincerely doubt you are ready, which is why we are here. To make you ready. The first step in your journey is to realize that you are not special. Nothing about you makes you stand out from any other Sith who has climbed the rungs of power. You have done nothing of importance for yourself or for your people. This must be rectified."

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Malice Draclau

9 3:01am 11/07/03

Loyalty Never Dies.

"I most sincerely doubt you are ready,"

Malice was rather taken back by the words spoken to him. Not ready? how can he not be ready. He has spent his whole life training to harness the pure darkside of the force.

"The first step in your journey is to realize that you are not special. Nothing about you makes you stand out from any other Sith who has climbed the rungs of power. "

Truth be told he had never thought himself special. But then again, he never could place himself the same with another sith. He was always one of two things. Stronger or weaker. Malice could not put himself on par with anyone. It was beneath him.

"You have done nothing of importance for yourself or for your people."

Malice had to snarl at this statement. He had certainly done something for his people. He had created a new group, a new breed of sith to destroy and rule the galaxy. With others, he has created a new dark lord of the sith to lead the fall of the jedi.

Without the overlord knowing it, his pride and arrogance was once more getting in the way of his reasoning and judgment. Something that frequently happened.

Staring at the high priest with unrelenting eyes, Malice stood ever proud.

*Rectify what you will High Priest. For i am ready*

Malice would not admit his disagreeance with what Diete had said. He wouldn't......not for sometime at least.

Dark Lord Maim

10 3:06am 11/07/03

Loyalty Never Dies.

The High Priest's form seemed to suddenly grow more imposing as darkness surrounded him at the light limped away. His eyes began to blaze with the fires of damnation itself.

"FOOL! You seek wisedom yet do not accept it when it comes to you. You are like a child with a blaster riffle. Sure, the weapon itself is deadly, but in the hands of a child it will only serve for self destruction. Release your pride or you will know what true power is."

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