(Lmao you can only catch up if u have force powers . .good ones. Period.)

((Kome is right cus I used Speed. Force Speed. and there is ABSOLUTELY NO way you could find me out in the dessert.))

(Well he could spot a big hunk of metal in the desert and go there and wait for you :D )

(very true Kome. theres nothing to block e from seeing you is there?)

((He couldn't have been there before me when I had a MAJOR lead on him now could he??? And guess what, finding a hunk of metal in the dessert is like trieing to find an oasis in the dessert. It is VERY unlikely. Noot to mention you're b0th N00B's;D))

((Come on, now, let's get back to RPing, shall we?))


Kira entered the Sith Academy, intending to go to her quarters. On a second thought, she returned to the street, deciding to have a little more fun watching the locals cower around her. None of them made eye contact... well, almost none. Only one stared at her and she scowled at him.

"What're you lookin' at, Sith?" he spat. Her scowl deepened and the crowd surrounding him parted. She turned and walked toward him. The crowd stayed well out of her way. Her mouth turned up in what could be taken for a smile.

"You're not from around here, are you?" she said sweetly. The man laughed.

"Not exactly, no," he answered. Kira's nose wrinkled in disgust. This man was clearly drunk. Kira's smile disappeared.

"Tell me," she said, tossing her head. "Why should I be afraid of a bounty hunter who has had too much drink for his own good?"

"So you know me?" he said, his words slurring. She nodded wordlessly. He laughed again. "Then you know why you should be afraid of me!"

"Actually, no," she replied, her smile reappearing. "I have heard that you are nothing to be afraid of. I, on the other hand, am not one you would like to go up against." Her scowl came back to her face. "You call yourself a great bounty hunter, one who is capable of destroying the Jedi. I know the true story."

"And what's that?" he snarled, wondering if he really wanted to know.

"You destroy Jedi Padawans," she snapped. "You don't even give them a fair fight. A stun grenade at the feet and their abilities are severely lessened. There are no Masters or Knights around when you do this, so you can get away with it."

"I don't believe you!" the man slurred. Kira laughed softly.

"It's not your desicion," she answered. "It is what you do and there is no way around it."

In a second, his blaster was out, aimed at Kira. She laughed and in less than a second, his blaster was scrap metal. His eyes widened and he backed away. Kira stepped forward once more.

"You are pitiful," she hissed. "Do not think that you could defeat a Sith. We are stronger than the Jedi and you have only killed their children. I loathe you."

"Don't hurt me!" he screamed, finally understanding the danger of this situation. He thought he had screamed too late. Kira's lightsaber was already on it's way toward his neck. She stopped mere millimeters from his neck.

"Why?" she asked softly. Her voice was barely audible. He stammered and her blade went through his neck. Shaking her head, Kira stepped back and placed the lightsaber back on her belt.

"Foolish foriegners," she muttered. "They never learn."

The citizens had learned. They knew not to ask Kira for money to clean up the mess she made.

((Ok.)) Carth finished the ship and took off. He returned to Coruscant and got a new ship the Gamma X. Another Endar Spire like ship exept it is the best of the best of the Endar Spire like ships. It took off and went to the Unknown planet where the republic had established a base. He went to the Hanger of the Gamma X and took his ship to the planet. Je landed at the base and went to the New Supreme Adrimal. "Sir I have failed in my mission. I am now requesting a new mission." "Permission Granted. Go to The Republic embessy on Mannan to get started." "Yessir." Carth returns to the Gamma Z and enters hyperspace.

"Dam it !" steven saw carths ship fly away. "we shall met again"

(((Anyone gonna post O_O I'm kinda stuck in my spot at the moment . . .)))

((I'm sort of stuck too... I was trying to join, but others had other things going on. I guess I can come and chat with you:D ))

Kira turned back to the Sith Academy, feeling she had seen enough cowering for that time. As she was getting closer to it, she noticed the Sith that Darth Zhen had been talking to. She was standing alone now and Kira wondered what had gone on between the two. She decided to introduce herself.

"Hello," she said pleasantly. "I'm Kira. I couldn't help but notice you had a conversation with Lord Zhen. I can only assume you completed a mission successfully, as he did not get anywhere near making you headless. Allow me to offer my congratulations."

(((Okies, sounds good ^_^)))

Nalaen's eyes lifted slowly, glowering up at the other Sith as she pulled her cowl up over her head. However, she kept her face visible, the fabric drapped loosely over her hair. Standing, she kept her eyes locked on the Sith, feeling with the Force to get a sense of her.

Familiar. Her lip twisted slightly, the words matching her earlier sense. The condescending one. Her head tipped to the side slowly, taking the woman in. Did she think she had a favoured position, more power, greater talents? What made her act like she was so much better?

Was she truly challenging Nalaen, was she competition?

"I do not see why he would harm me," she said as a low murmur, almost a hiss, "and I don't need to be patronised!" Her voice rose slightly and became a tad rough in anger. Since she had been a child, competing, hunting, training, she had hated being patronised, hated those who naturally assumed they were a few steps above her.

She paused then, calming down slightly in curiosity. "What made you think it was about a mission?"

Zhen looked over at the two and inside the mask he smiled softly. Kira had been accepted into the Sith not long ago and had always been strong however she was not without flaw. Unfortunatly for her before she was a Sith she had not completed a mission on a rather bad day for her Lord and he had struck her with his saber. In the ranks of the Sith she was feared but not at the top and yet her potential radiated off her much like Naleans did. Zhen stood and walked over to the two women and stood in between them.

"Nalean, this is Kira she is a Sith not so different from myself. At the moment I believe you are training under Darth Cordil for Dark Rage correct? And Kira this is Nalean if she can pass the trials she will become the newest of the Elites."

Steven walked past his master and the others and headed straight for the valley of sith lords.

Carth arrives near Manann. He goes to his ship and flies to the dock. He pays the fee and heads for the embessy. He gets a missioon. He has to destroy a Sith base at the planet of New Taris. It was created recently. It is really a large asteroid that was somehow modafied to stay in the same location. It was such a Large asteroid that it was the same size as Taris! They created a large dome around it and called it a planet. They named it New Taris. After that they made it a large city under the dome and created an artificial gravity gnerator. Carth arrived at the large dome and came to a large airlock. He goes to his ship and requests to enter. He gets permission and enters. He docks then pays a docking fee.

Nalaen gave the Dark Lord a fleeting smile and a little bow. Then she returned her attention to the other Sith, eyes blazing.

"Kira, is it?" she murmured after a tense moment. She knew that creating an enemy was a stupid thing, as all Sith were needed to band together. But she also didn't want someone around who would try to tell her better, or that she was doing something wrong or constantly reminding her how she was lower and worthless.

For now she gritted her teeth and forced a smile. It irked her that Darth Zhen almost seemed to be vying for Kira's permission, but she could figure things out later. Right now wasn't the time to pick apart any situations, as they hadn't even developed yet. As far as Nalaen knew.

Kira immediately noticed Nalaen's displeasure and frowned. She had no intentions of creating an enemy within her own group, but she understood that Nalaen may have other plans.

"It is," she replied, her tone just as short as Nalaen's had been. She shifted her weight, placing most of it on her right leg.

"In answer to your earlier question, I have rarely known Lord Zhen to speak with us on things other than missions." She paused. "I was correct, was I not?"

Kira clearly saw that Nalaen felt that she was somehow superior to all other Sith. This was something that Kira did not appreciate. She could not appreciate. She shook her head slowly, making up her mind not to do anything to irritate Nalaen, though she would love to. Now was not a time for the Sith to fight one another.

"It was, and it wasn't," she said simply, eyeing her fellow Sith. She couldn't understand how this woman could just storm in and think she owned the bloody place. Anger swirled about Nalaen, as she thought of all the struggle she had been through, of all the training to perfection, of scraping and bowing and always gladly being in submission to those greater than herself. Of constantly learning, fighting, training, learning, being beaten, being tortured until her mind reached peak performance . . . The hell she gladly went through.

For that to be mocked by someone . . . For someone to act like they came so easily to power, that they were greater than everyone else and to not have to get their nails dirty . . .

But all the Sith were needed at this point in history. Getting along was not an option. And Nalaen did need a friend.

All Nalaen wanted to be was a Sith, fight and die for the Sith, work for the Dark Lord, lead men and fleets into battle and win for the glory of the Sith. Now she was afraid that her hopes were going to be torn away.

Kira's attempted perfection patronising then disapproving of her grated Nalaen's nerves. But Sith were Sith . . .

Steven ignites his saber and set up a training program

Carth finds the base and enters. A few Sith tried to stop him but, they failed. Carth went to the controll center and planted a charge. Then he left and detonated it. The base blew up and Carth went to the Republic embessy. They gave him a bounty removal right and he went to a bounty removal office. He got a bounty off his head. Then he went to the republic embessy and waited to speak with the admiral on the planet.

Kira forced a smile. "Vague, but why should I care. Your business is your own." Then, with a slight hint of sarcasm in her voice, she said, "It was nice to meet you, Nalaen."

With that, she turned and went into the Sith Academy, straight to her quarters. There, she let out a deep sigh. It would not be easy being an ally to Nalaen, but it was necessary. If they were to fight, one of them would have to join the Jedi. Kira knew it would not be her.

(((I was thinking that Kira and Nalaen are forced to go on a mission or something together and they just DON'T get along, even though they're responsible enough to work together, knowing they're allies. I was thinking that that's how they'd end up friends: Kira is threatened by a Jedi, is in danger and Nalaen won't have it. Not caring about their animosity, the Sith mean more, so she'd cast aside her previous thoughts and do what she could to help . . . then from there on, they'd develop a friendship or something . . .

Just an idea to develop, it could easily be the other way around, but I dunno if Kira would be like that, because I don't know her well enough ^_^ Just a general idea that could be gradually developed, so that way we don't end up at each other's throats O_O

I have nothing to add really . . . so continue on guys n_n)))

Steven entered A tomb to pass to time. "I sence a lot of dark energy here." Steven heard som1 some run behind him and turned around. "Who's there!?" He heard the running behind him again "Nalaen is that you?" This time he heard the noise above but when he looked no1 was there. "It's most probally one of Nalaen prical jokes" he said to himself


(i have an idea. Nalaen and steven could fall for each other)

(((Nalaen isn't exactly someone you would casually date. And she'd definately be asking the Dark Lord for permission first. If she even bothered to like you n_n)))

She watched from a dark corner, her arms crossed, eyes glinting wildly. Her cowl covered her brown hair, shadowing her face in deeper darkness. She wondered if he could sense her, if he'd be able to find her. Reaching back into the corner, she started to climb up it, like backwards up a tree, bracing herself. Could he find her not in such an irregular position? All the way up to the ceiling she went, until her shoulders were against it, looking down into the tomb.

This was supposed to be her time. Students didn't like coming into this tomb as it was so strange. But she went in there to meditate because it was so rarely invaded by others. Though sometimes other students did go searching through it, like any other tomb. She wanted her own private time with the ancient Dark Lords though . . . ah well. Patience was a virtue she still needed to learn in her youthful brashness.

Steven walked deeper in the tomb,still hearig those noises. "Nalaen, stop actng so children" he shouted and turned around to See a huge spider sstaring right at him "never mind" he pushed the spider back and threw his saber cutting off his head "Well that takes care of that" and turned around to where he was heading to see more giant spiders "Oh hell no!" he started ranning back wards.

Near the end of the tomb gathered infront of steven stopping him from escape. but steven pushed them out of the away and ran out to the vally of the sith lords.

(y would any1 ask som1 if they could fall in love? "exuse master but can i fall in love please?")

(sorry for douple posting)
As steven thought he was save of the spiders they ran out of the tomb and started attacking the sith in the vally. the spiders seemed to be attacking the enclave.

As the spiders reached steven he either killed them with force lighting or his saber

Originally posted by Blessиd Sith
(((I was thinking that Kira and Nalaen are forced to go on a mission or something together and they just DON'T get along, even though they're responsible enough to work together, knowing they're allies. I was thinking that that's how they'd end up friends: Kira is threatened by a Jedi, is in danger and Nalaen won't have it. Not caring about their animosity, the Sith mean more, so she'd cast aside her previous thoughts and do what she could to help . . . then from there on, they'd develop a friendship or something . . .

Just an idea to develop, it could easily be the other way around, but I dunno if Kira would be like that, because I don't know her well enough ^_^ Just a general idea that could be gradually developed, so that way we don't end up at each other's throats O_O

I have nothing to add really . . . so continue on guys n_n)))


((Sounds good to me.))

(((Okies, great n_n And to Steven, her whole life has been for the Sith, since she was bloody well born. She wouldn't do anything that could have life-altering effects without permission of her Master/Dark Lord. And if he said no, she'd accept his reasons for he knows better than she does.)))

Nalaen was relieved in a way when the other Sith was chased out of the temple. The problem was that she had seen spiders: massive spiders and she was no great fan of them. But they didn't normally give her trouble, so she hopped down from her perch and looked around. It was a hope that they wouldn't come from their nests to bother her as well.

As she walked deeper into the surprisingly large, rapidly cooling tomb, her eyes darted back and forth. She couldn't help but take in the beauty of the sculpture, the carvings on the walls: the fact that this had been done thousands of years previous, and it was still here. That she was looking at it, treading where ancients had once stepped. A steady sound of water dripping echoed lightly through the corridors, as it did most of the tombs. She went to the hall on her left, it sloping down gently. Usually she didn't have to deal with creatures and beasts, but today the air seemed to be a bit different. The spiders, for one, usually never came out. Perhaps they liked her, perhaps they drove away the intruder. They were right near the entrance, so it would stand to reason that they could be as active as they liked and would get the most traffic.

Down here though, there really shouldn't have been anything. It had been cleared out. But . . . she could have missed a nest and they had grown. As it were, she heard cries and squack; moving closer, she heard the thrum of air under wings. Running towards these creatures, her sabre lept into her hand, igniting, as she unleased lightening on them. It stunned some and helped her cut through the throng. The fact was that it didn't so much matter how an obstical came to be, it was just important to get through it. You either succeeded or you didn't. Reasons and outside forces were just excuses.

The winged things at her feet, she pushed them aside with her feet. When she came back, she would drop them off into the abyss in the other corridor. For now, she had a dead Dark Lord to meditate with.

(did Nalaen go down the tomb steven went down?)

Soon in hours the spiders had taken over the enclave and were resting. While Steven headed into the same tomb. She also saw the sculpture. But he took a bit more time with them. he tried to understand them

(((er, she went into the tomb she always does, so i guess so. why have spiders taken over, i mean really, they're just spiders. if the students cant get rid of them, I'LL get rid of the STUDENTS!)))

Nalaen's eyes shot open and the apparition of the old Dark Lord faded from sight, though she could still see him there. Something disturbed them both, though she got the distinct feeling he had waited to see when she would pick it up.

"Someone invades this sanctum," she growles, grabbing her sabre, eyes narrowed.

He's trying to study the carvings and sculpure, she heard like a faded dream. Turning she bowed gracefully to the invisible dead Lord, and ran out of the temple she had created to him, in his most private chamber, where his body still lay.

The door opened easily for her as she flew down the corridor at full tilt, wondering who was in here. She never interfered with students examining the tomb for the better of the academy or for prestige or something, but . . . She liked to watch them. She was obsessed with history, obsessed with preserving and gleaming all knowledge possible from the tombs: it was how she had been raised and taught. It was a possessiveness that made her guard the tombs, especially this one.

In the shadows, she watched. Why had he come back?

(there gaint spiders and theres millions of them. half the studants ran)

"The spiders shall protect my body. If My tomb is disturbed my ceatures shall take ot all those who live here."Steven read."well i didn't go far enough in the tomb to disturpe anything."

Hears the mumblings of Steven as he struggles to translate the cryptic writings: not only in what they say, but the actual carvings themselves are rather odd. Her brow furrows, tattoos crinkling up. She didn't remember reading that. Why wasn't she ever attacked -- well, not anymore . . . It could be a worth thing. The spiders never really bothered her: she hated spiders, but they never attacked like they had at first.

She didn't know whether to creep back to the Dark Lord and speak with him, or to stay here and see what Steven was up to, and if he would translate anything else she had missed . . . It didn't take much to make her stay. Her curiosity was too strong.

Steven noticed Nalaen "When did u get here?" he asked

She snarled, surprised that she had been seen.

"I'm always here. This is my sanctuary. I think the better question would be what are you doing here?"

well this seemed to be the only place the gaint spiders down come. Wait u havn't been down to the tomb have u?

Carth got a new mission. He was to do some things at the Sith Acadamy. HE knew that he was a well known jedi and that it would be hard but, he had a bit of special surgery to change his appearence. The doctors said that they could restore him to normal as soon as he returned. Next he had to modify his power in the force. He needed to change Dark to Light. It would be hard but, Carth was successfull. He got a new ship and landed at Dreshade. Next he had to prove to someone that he deserved to join the Sith. Carth knew that it couldn't be done so e lured a Sith into a drak empty room and knocked the sith out. Carth took the robes and the medalion. Also the sabers. So after that was done he tied the Sith to a chair and Carth went to a recruiting Sith. Carth showed her the madalion and he quickly gained access to the temple. Now he had to skeak into the valley and do a little work.

She frowned at Steven, studying him closely.

"This whole place is a tomb. If you mean to the Dark Lord's resting place, what is it to you? Do you mean to loot it?"

Looking around, she wondered if anything else was going to come down on them. But the area seemed relatively calm and she couldn't hear any telltale scurrying.

"What is it to you where I go? Leave me be." She turned sharply and made to go back down the corridor.

"Well thanks to u we're trapped in his tomb. "he said.

"what makes things worse i'm stuck with u"he said to himself

((Read the posts Steven ;D. The place didn't come down so your aren't trapped exeot for the Spiders and how is it Naleans fault? And you aren't stuck with her you can stay in two completely diffrent rooms.))

(she's enough to drive anyone crazy being on the same planet)

(Sorry bout not posting in a week or so I just havent had the time to come online.)

After the Sith and his newest prospect had left he made a treck out to the Valley of the Dark Lords. Zhen was curious to see which students took the time to learn the history of the Sith and so he made an apperence in the four tombs. Until he made his way to the tomb of Naga Sadow he had been dissapointed for only three students had been seen in any of the tombs. Two in the tomb of Ajunta Pall and one in Marko Ragnos'. He waved his hand to open the large door to the tomb and walked inside and used the force to stretch out and find any students he could. He smiled when he felt Nalean's energy. So long and still she wanted more. He also was glad to feel Steven here for he did not believe he would be one to come to this place on his own.

Zhen walked forward and ended up in the tomb in which his students stood.

"Hello my students."

(just to let u know gaint spiders have taken over the enclave. There r millions of them so there not going to be easy to kill off)
"Nalaen have u ever had a relationship with som1?"

Kira was in yet another Sith Tomb, spending her time in the complete silence there. She found her thoughts still on Nalaen. This woman's actions grated Kira's nerves and she wondered how they would ever learn to work together. She hated the idea and hoped they would never have to do any such thing.

"Lord Zhen seems to appreciate her," Kira thought aloud. She shook her head. It seemed to her that Zhen wanted two of his most talented followers, Nalaen and Kira to learn to work together. She would not deny that Nalaen was amazingly talented, but she could not bring herself to dismiss Nalaen's arrogance.

Kira let out a sigh of frustration. This tomb had often given her the peace she needed to calm her feelings against other Sith, but her negative feelings toward Nalaen would not disappear. She stormed back toward the Sith Academy, her cloud of frustration growing around her as she walked.

((This isn't my thread but, do you know how annoying instant messenger talk is when you aren't doing instant messenger?)) Carth enters Naga Sadows tomb and sees Darth Zhen. And alot os Spiders. ((remember I have clouded my light side energy and changed my appearence so you wouldn't know it's me.)) "LOOK OUT LORD ZHEN!!" Carth hits a spider that allmost hit Darth Zhen.

(((I don't think just anyone would make it into the tombs, let alone warn the Dark Lord about anything if you aren't Sith -_- So I'm just gonna respond to Zhen's post . . . cuz I haven't been online in a few days n_n Hey, wait, isn't Ajunta Pall gone? I killed his spirit for being too weak. Why would he foster a nurture someone strong in the Dark Side?)))

Before she could see the light from the door open, before the familiar voice, she felt him. Beyond the dead Dark Lord, she felt the presence of another Dark Lord: Zhen was coming. She shut her eyes briefly in the gloom, then looked to Steven.

"You made your choices, now you must live with them. If you are too weak to accept the consequences of your actions, you aren't deserving of life." She took a step towards him, anger bubbling up inside. "You dare blame me for anything?! Was it not you who decided to come in here? Are you so ignorant that you cannot leave on your own? And as for being around me, are you too stupid to go into a different room or a different corridor? Must everything be handed to you on a silver platter?" Her lip curled as he seemed to ignore her and ask a rather irrelevant question.

"A relationship? No, do I have a need for one? I wasn't with my people long enough to find a mate -- for the Gods sakes, I was a child when I came here. My whole life has been to further the Sith." Another step towards him as light flooded into the corridor, the Dark Lord coming towards them. Her eyes were locked on Steven's, but she could sense the Dark Lord; it was hard not to.

"What about your life, Steven? What is your life?" She turned away from him and looked up at Zhen as he spoke. Immediately she dipped in a graceful bow and forced a weak smile. "Hello, my Lord," she said through gritted teeth, still furious over Steven.

"I was a child when i was Bandon die. My Life has only 2 goals at the moment. Become a sith master and kill the old ebon hawk crew."said Steven as he bowed "so, what are your goals at the moment?"

She started laughing and she couldn't stop. Clutching her stomach, not caring for the moment that she must look like a total idiot to the Dark Lord, she gasped for air. Looking up at Steven from her bent position, a few giggles still escaped her.

"You're that upset over such a weakling? By the Force, that was years ago: your life plan seems pretty restricted and immediate." She shrugged nonchalantly then brushed her robes out. Mulling over Steven's question, wondering when the Dark Lord would put his foot in and say something, she gave it some careful thought.

"My goal," she said slowly, "is what it has always been. To serve the Dark Lord in any way fit. To further the Sith. To train hard and to have my own fleet for the glory of the Sith, to crush the enemies of the Dark Lord." Her eyes glinted. "That is my goal."

steven got very angry "at least i've had som1 to call family. At least he did give me away when i was youngh. At least my goal isn't to serive."

A dark brow lifted slowly at Steven's ignorance. Give her away? Not have family? Well, that was certainly a laugh. It was a tossup, however, if she were to . . . educate him. To inform him of her past, to tell him what her people and her family was like.

But keeping people in the dark was to have an edge over them. Though once she had let someone into her past, though a glancing brief of it. And that hadn't harmed her in any way . . . She shook her head to clear herself of such thoughts. No, her friends had been different. But had they been so different at that time? An almost wistful smile touched her lips. She remembered loathing them, scorning their stupidity and weaknesses. How a tramatic event could change the path of your life forever. It had come to the point where she had had no choice but to speak, and they had learned and they had all grown . . .

Her green eyes flickered over to Steven, wondering about him. His past, who his people were, his tribe. If he even had a tribe. That made her snicker. She couldn't see any markings on him, no tattoos of status or religion or position within the temple and the realms of the Gods: to her people he would have been nothing. Except that he was adept in the Force: perhaps he would have become something, but as it were . . .

"If you had listened to me," she said smoothly in a soft tone, kneeling down with her hands folded in her lap at the feet of the Dark Lord as always, "you would have realised I said nothing about my survival. Service. Loyalty. The Force. Those are what I live for. Service to the Dark Lord and hence, to the Sith. I do not care if I die, for if I do I was weak. I however, am not weak, so I do not fear death. I will forever serve the Dark Lord and the Sith. I have for my life and I will for my life."

Her head tipped slowly to the side as the steady drip-drip of water echoed lightly through the caverns. It was such a familiar sound that it was actually comforting. Like the soft rustle of the wind through the trees near the temple, or the few grasslands that smelt of herbs and flowers when you dashed through them. Bugs would spring up as animals scattered about . . . Her eyes closed slowly as a smile touched her mouth.

"I had family. I have family," she corrected needlessly. "My siblings, mother and father; my tribe. My people, the priests and priestesses, the masters and instructors, the Elders: oh, I had many people, and still do if I so chose to return. But to return home would be a mark of shame: I am not a full Sith and to go without victory would be horrible. I could never do that to my people." Eyes opening, they flashed, anger flickering up her stomach and into her chest. "And I wasn't given away, fool. I was sent here as a child, instead of a teenager, so I could be closer to the sacred land and learn from the best, learn right in THE Sith academy. There was no greater honour than to be sent here."

She knew her place. It was with the Sith, with the Dark Lord, and she wouldn't let some Sith brat try and tell her otherwise. If he still didn't understand where she was coming from it was his own fault. It wasn't her job to explain any further, and even then, she may have said too much. But no matter, there was nothing in her words that could have been used against her. Glancing up at the Dark Lord, she gave him a smile, feeling a fluttering in her chest replace the loathing as she knelt there. Would he speak? Or would he be content to watch the two underlings bicker amongst themselves. Perhaps it was amusement to him: though she was loathe to be used for amusement, who was she to say no to the Dark Lord?

"i can't blam them for wanting u to go. your enough to drive any1 crazy being o the same planet. I'm starting to like the ebon hawk time alot more than you." steven walked futhur into the tomb. "Maybe i'd find som1 better to talk to."

"You're an idiot and a fool," she spat, venom dripping from her words. "If you had spent a minute listening to me, instead of making things up in the dreamworld in your mind, you may have learned something. Go choke on something and die, you annoying twat. I'm not wasting my time on you any longer. Leave."

She turned her attention back to the Dark Lord, her anger tensing her muscles. Her spine felt strained, her jaw set as the frustration welled up inside, the burning hatred begging to be released. Yet she did nothing. She couldn't act. It was at the Dark Lord's descretion.