Elron walked over to the new-comer, grabbing his wrist in a vice-grip as he began to press buttons. The stranger yanked, trying to release his grip, but Elron held fast, holding on all the tighter. "We have not yet gotten an answer. Again, we will ask. Who are you? What are you doing here?"

Master Asa Side stepped out of the way and Went to Kick Zarlak in the back of his legs and knock him to the floor.

Sion Glared at Anor Kon, the new arrival, who arrogantly moved around the command center. He dared ignore, the dark lords. Sion could feel his rage building, his hatred burning, he pplaced his hand on his saber. "Let me strike this arrogant dog down, wipe his pathetic face from my sight forever. He is a wretched thing, of weakness and fear, his feigned indifference, will be his undoing." He turns from Elron and Syacha, and faces Anor Kon, who elron has a vice grip upon. "You would dare come here, seek us out, and try to defy us? I suffered through Kreia, and kept Nihilus at bay, you are noone, to come here, and pretend to know the truths in this galaxy." He gazes at Syacha, waiting her response, and reaction to the strange new arrival.

Zarlak moved his blade to block the kick and he cut Asa's leg a bit. Zarlak turned and swung a powerfull blow to the Asa's chest

Asa Moved his sword and blocked his chest.
"Impressive."
he pushed the blade back and then jumped backwards.

Ok roarboar and Zaalbacca lets begin, take out your lightsaber, i want to teach you something,
Master Zaroke ignites his lightsaber and makes a slash at zaalbacca and stops before his head, Zaalbacca you are dead, you must be aware of your surroundings, no matter light or dark, we will show the younglings this after we are done here,
Now draw your lightsaber and lets duel, no force powers, 1on1 me and you, you must learn to fight all sides,
now kill me, kill me!

"OK to learn." Zaalbacca says. He ignites his green lightsaber and attacks Zaroke with a heavy blow to the head.

as soon as he thought he had hit him, Master Zaroke Disapeared, and Zaalbacca heard his voice behind him
"Nice trick, eh?"
"Master Speed, it comes in very, very, handy, one thing though, Roarboar was doing nothing, in an even like that i could have killed you both in an instant, you must learn, to both act as one, one swift move, that you will meditate on, come back to you when you have mastered Master Speed and being as one, as you must unite, together, create a bond, only to make you stronger, we have already created one, with the force which is in our advantage,
"one thing, that i must say,
*he whispers into his ear*
"We will lead this jedi order together, bringing down all the darkness, we will be masters, and we will steer away from the dark, we must make an impression on the young ones"
"go on and meditate i have other things to attend to"
*He disapears out of thin air"

"Im sorry to interupt you Master Asa, but i have urgent news"
"Today, i was training Zaalbacca, i told him to strike me, so he did, he did not even hesitate, i sense darkside in him, we must keep him close, he is getting too powerful to fall to the darkside, and he knows much knowledge of us, if he were to fall it could be a tragic ending for us, not that its any of my business, but i sense cloudy future for your aprentice, Zarlak, his thoughts are of bad intentions, you may want to keep an eye on him,
and for my last matter, It is only yourself and I who lead the enclave, we need a third council member, I will go and help the padawan learners

Tysyacha inhaled the hot and musky scent emanating from their
latest visitor. The scent of passion, the scent of anger. Why
had he come here--to join the Lawful Sith, or to fight it? He
certainly didn't look like any Jedi Knight Syscha had
ever known. However, having been the apprentice of a
supposed Master named Kreia, the Exile had learned that
appearances were but a shell surrounding the heart of man.

Cautiously, the Imperatrix of the Lawful Sith unsheathed her
double-bladed red lightsaber. "Shakh," she purred in
that same soft whisper, one of the last things that mocking
Dark Jedi had heard. However, there was a trace of fear to
it, one small sliver of meekness and apprehension. After
all, that foolish Apprentice had never been a real threat
to her. She could have torn him to shreds with one well-
cast Force Storm. This new visitor, however, was immensely
greater. All bets were off, and the Exile considered her death.

"You are in check, my lord." Why had she said that? 'My lord'?
"Who are you?"

He gave Syscha a questioning glance, but Elron ignited his own saber, bringing a humming beam up beneath the man's chin, never loosening his grip on the man's wirst. "Mate." he said, turning back to the intruder and repeated his wife's question. "Who are you? Speak, or loose your head."

Sion stepped closer as well, and ignited his blade, twirled around his waist a few times in a display of his skill. "Let me take his head Elron....I'll add it to my collection."

Elron lowered his blade slightly. "Of course, my friend, but do not be overeager."

Asa Moved his sword and blocked his chest.
"Impressive."
he pushed the blade back and then jumped backwards.

"Thanks" Zarlak dashed to the right of Asa and used a Flury attack "But how long is this going to take? I want to start the mission"

Asa Stepped to one side "all in good time" As he moved he used his stealth technique and vanished from all sight.

Anor Kon ripped hisself away from Elron and he slowly moved torwards the door, but he soon stopped as he found his way next to the Exile and then he decided to speak,"I'm Anor Kon I follow neither the Darkside nor the Lightside of the force..I follow the grey..I wish to give you my assistance in conqeuring the galaxy we're in once and for all, but before someone has to die tell your dogs to treat me with the much respect I deserve..unless they want a death wish.." Anor Kon slowly pulled the lightsaber from his belt and with his blade pointing torwards Sion he swung it in a fast arc and then he held it with the Lightsaber pointing torwards the wall behind Anor and with his free hand he pushed it to it's full length infront of Sion, but he still had plenty of distance and with a low grim voice,"Come." Sion

"Stealth, Kind of cowardly dont you think?" Zarlak got in a defencive poistion "But I can hee your breathing, your footsteps, I hear you when you move through air. My old master taught me to do so."

Tysyacha waved her hand in a sharp horizontal line. She and Dark Lord
Elron both deactivated their lightsabers, and then they bowed to their
guest. Syscha could feel the power rippling off of him, radiating like the
sun on Dantooine. Sion still stood a wary distance away, his brow creased.

"He doesn't tolerate betrayal," the Exile said matter-of-factly, "and
neither do we. Through a Miraluka Padawan of mine named Visas Marr,
I was gifted with Force Sight even though I am physically blind. She
was, too, but the great Power that infuses all life allowed her to see.
Through the haze of physical air and matter, I see you are indeed
Grey, and the galaxy as we know it must either be conquered or die."

Her visitor neither scowled nor smiled. He was indeed a presence to
be reckoned with, as was the intense and rage-saturated Assassin who
waited for further attack. Syscha was grateful both had come to serve.

Under my skin, there's a heart that's beating,
Blood that flows like a raging sea.
When I die, there will still remain
A soul that loves you eternally."
--Walter Trout

Middle Text Crawl:

Under the emerald jungle canopy of Onderon's
moon, Dxun, the LAWFUL SITH prepare for war.
Their chief objective is twofold: to convert the
Jedi Temple upon Coruscant into a Dark Tower,
and to convert or kill the inhabitants of said temple...

Meanwhile, Tysyacha, the JEDI EXILE and DARTH
DVUKHSOTNAYA, has mysteriously fallen ill. No one
can explain the cause of her sudden vomiting and
nausea, and DARK LORD ELRON fears the worst.
LIEUTENTANT DARTH SION, however, has other
worries on his mind. He does not quite trust ANOR
KON, the new recruit in the Sith forces. Has the
Dark Lords' faith actually been misplaced?

************************************

Kent Threepwood worried about his Sith superiors, but
at the same time, he wished more could be done for them.

"Could somebody please give Tysyacha some medicine
so she can stop puking?" Falya, less blunt but no less
concerned, heartily agreed. Ever since the Dark Lady
had fallen ill, Dark Lord Elron had been rather out of
sorts. He railed at the slightest nuisance, and
Kent and Falya were afraid his temper would get
the best of him at last. He'd been okay so far, but...

"IG-12?" Falya asked. "Could you please check on her
in the medical bay?" The droid nodded and stomped away.

Droids, as far as their mechanical brains allowed them,
sometimes felt glad that they had no sense of smell.
IG-12 felt this way. His patient in the medical bay
was dripping with sweat all over her lightly-dressed
body. She only wore a standard medical-bay unisex
garment, but even then, you could tell Tysyacha
was definitely a female. IG-12 stepped toward her bed.

"Good morning," he said in his clipped assassin/protocol
droid voice. "Please let me examine you, Mistress."

Tysyacha smiled and obeyed, letting IG-12's cold
mechanical arms and hands cool her off. What
is wrong with me? she asked herself. It couldn't
be good, not with the preparations for war going on.

IG-12's answer surprised her. If she had known that
Kent Threepwood was eavesdropping, too, she would
have been even more surprised!

"Vital signs: normal. Gestation: healthy. Diagnosis: twins."

Gestation? What? Huh? Tysyacha gasped. "I'm with child?!"

IG-12 whirred. "It appears that way, Mistress. Congratulations."

Kent Threepwood bolted out from his hiding place behind the
archway of the medical bay and shouted happily. "Tysyacha's
pregnant! Tysyacha's pregnant! Tysyacha's--"

Then Kent remembered something. Something awful.

"Oh, CRAP! We're going to WAR!!!"

Sion stood his back arched, his saber in hand, he was ready to lunge, at the first sign of resistance. He stared intently at Anor Kon, "If she accepts you, traveler, than I will as well." He deactivates his saber and mutters under his breath "For now"

Anor Kon deactivated his Lightsaber and then begun on what he had to stop abruptly when Elron and the Exile had entered the Command center. Anor Kon now on the opposite side of the table, begun pressing buttons and switches to bring up an hologram of the Galaxy, and with a grunt,"Sion do you serve the Exile?" Anor wished to play as an double agent, he was only here to support his own plans..plans that were yet to be unveiled..

Falya heard Kent's shouts and gasped. "Oh..." she muttered, leaning heavily against the nearest wall.

-----------------------------

((Not exactly sure what the Jedi story is at this point.))

Tirya stood at a window, staring out and couldn't help but feel a sense of normality in doing so. She'd done so every day since the day she first mentioned to Wash that the disturbance in the Force was making her uneasy. As usual, she pulled off her long, dark brown leather gloves and held them in one hand as she stared absentmindedly out the window.

"Falya," she muttered. She wondered where her sister was now. Since Falya's return, she had not been quite the same, especially when the Jedi rejected her. Now, Tirya couldn't help but think that her sister might have fallen. "May it never be..."

"Let's get started, Roarboar." said Zaalbacca. "OK." Roarboar replied. They begin to use Force Speed. "We must become faster." said Zaalbacca. Zaalbacca uses his dark side to unleash Master Speed. "Woah," Roarboar replied when he saw."how did you do that?" "I used some of my dark side to help me." said Zaalbacca." I believe there is no dark side powers or light side powers." said Roarboar."I think it's how you use them." Hours later, they perfect a bond between them so they could fight as one."Remember, we work together." said Roarboar.

Sion seemed amused at the question, and stepped towards Kon,......"So it would seem from a certain point of view."

Anor grinned as he pressed another button, he was becoming amused as much as Sion was,"So I take it the Exile serves you?" Anor moved from behind the table and moved torwards Sion, he wasn't even about to say anything to him, but as he stared closely into his mutilated eye, he acted as, if he was mistaken,"Sorry, bout that I thought that eye of yours was an planet." Anor snickered as he crossed his arms across his chest and then he moved torwards another system of planets..

Sion chuckled "How droll, this eye, has been the last thing many jedi, and countless victims see, it represents fear and death to those who would stand against me." Sion laughs again, and folds his arms accross his chest. "But I am not without humor, your jest is duely noted. If you saber is as quick as your wit.....friend......the jedi have yet another deadly enemy." Sion sees the troops gathering outside the command center. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have business to attend to." Sion turns on his heel, and marches out into the gatherin ranks. Several Dark Jedi and sith troopers stop to salute the Sith Lord.

((Oh, CRAP! We're going to WAR!! LOL))

Elron was meditating in an empty training room. It was pitch black, and no one had disturbed him for hours. Apparently, the soldiers were at least smart enough to know when to stay out of the Dark Lord's path.

Elron searched for nothing, for long ago he had forsaken answers. Now, he was simply a channel; a channel for the Force, for his anger, for his frustration...and for his anxiety.

Just then, he felt a vibration in the Force...something was happening to Syscha.

Immediatly, he stood, and exited the room. Even as he opened the door, Kent Threepwood nearly ran straight into him.

"Come, quick!"

"What is it? What's wrong with the Exile?"

"Please, just come on...sir."

Kent Threepwood rushed to the medical bay with Dark Lord Elron
nipping at his heels. What he saw (and smelled!) when they reached
his wife's sickroom was a woman with a healthy glow and a smile
that contained deep joy. Even Sith could feel that emotion when
experiencing victory or triumph. The sweaty Syscha had known both.

"Dobroye utro," rasped the Exile. "Good morning, Master. IG-12
has come up with the best diagnosis he could: I'm expecting twins!"

Elron stood for a moment...just staring at her in stunned surprise...did she say twins?? His surprised look cracked into a wide smile.
"My love, this is great news!" he yelled, kneeling next to her and grasping her hand in his. "Twins!"

Kent was still grinning from the doorway.
"Congratulations to the both of you. "

Anor Kon cleared his throat as he stepped through the door way, brushing past Kent he moved torwards Elron and the Exile,"In a time of war there shouldn't be anything created such as a baby..nor should anything that gives life to be created. War takes away life and it destroys nature, and that's the only way you can progress to make yourself strong..it's a survival of the fittest." Anor Kon didn't bother to move, except cross his arms and stare inquisitively at the Exile

Sion stormed through the base on Dxun, passing Dark jedi, and common rank and file soldiers, who scurried out of his way as he passed them. They could see the hatred and the rage pouring off of him. His lips turned upside down into a hateful sneer, his fists clenched tightly. He walked into the hangar bay and approached his shuttlecarft.

A tech officer working in the bay, jogged up to Darth Sion as he started towards the shuttle. "Lord Sion, the exile commands that noone is to leave, until the army and fleet are assembled, I can't allow you to take this shuttle."

Without uttering a word Sion turns full of anger and sends a beam of orange colored energy through the man, he watches as the man writhes in pain, as his skin, and figure wither into a dried up corpse. His perceptions seemed expanded, he felt refreshed stronger, more powerful. He did not even know what he had just done, but he felt more powerful, and he craved more.

He stepped onto the shuttle, and departed for the stars.

"Stealth, Kind of cowardly dont you think?" Zarlak got in a defencive poistion "But I can hee your breathing, your footsteps, I hear you when you move through air. My old master taught me to do so."


"I hear your steps, your breathing your... THERE!!" Zarlak used force lighting on Asa, making him visable "Impressed"

*Mind talk* Zaalbacca, show me what you have learned come to my room, we will learn more, you teach me what i dont know and vice versa, hurry we have little time, the dark approaches, we will leave here to find another planet to take foot on, the dark jedi know we are here, as i know they on the moon of Onderon, dont ask how i know, just come, quickly, i will be waiting

The Exile, her sweat now running cold, gazed up at Anor Kon.
"What am I to do?", she rasped. "Even though I cannot, or
rather should not, give birth in a time of war, I don't want
to choose the alternative. There are pills here in the medical
bay I could take to abort my pregnancy, but"--and here she
trembled, her anger mixing with deep sorrow--"Sith don't kill
their own while they're still in the womb!" Tears began to form.

"I know that the way of the Dark Side is survival of the fittest,
sir, but I honestly believe that if the Zakkoniye are to survive,
then so must the next generation. If our twin sons or daughters live to
see adulthood, their greatness might surpass even that of the late Darth
Traya and Nihilus! If Lieutenant Darth Sion were here, I am sure he'd
agree. You make a good point in that my babies would be in danger,
so I make a proposition to you.

"When I give birth, give them both to IG-12 or some other Zakonniye
soldier that you would trust with your own life. Tell him or her to
take them both to a distant planet and raise them as Lawful Sith. If,
for some odd reason, they are not Force Sensitive, then let them be
the greatest Soldiers, Scoundrels, or Scouts that the galaxy has ever
known! No one shall forget the Dark Lord Elron or his servant, the Exile.
No one shall forget the Lawful Sith, either, as long as I know the Force!"

She stretched her soft, pale hand toward Anor Kon. "Do we have a deal?"

Elron watched intently as Kon thought about her deal. His face was impassive, and his mind was strong, so Elron could find no ideas of what he was thinking without notice. So he contented himself to watch and find out.

He was really starting to hate this Anor guy.

Sion sat in his cockpit, alone, aggravated, and starving....not for food, or drink, or pleasurable company, but the slow dull aching within his mind, within his soul. He had strength, he had power, he had supernatural immortality, yet he wanted more, he yearned for more, it burnt within his soul, almost like a......hunger. The vision of what he did played back in his head, of himself draining the life out of that feeble tech officer. He remebered how much stronger he felt afterwards, and yearned for more.

He didn't know when he had learned this ability, it was something, quite similar to that of his old friend Nihilus. "But how" he spoke to himself aloud. He felt a surge of confused anger come over him. "KREIA......even after total obliteration, she still confounds me." He said.

There were three lords of the sith at Malachor V, who had each learned three seperate abilities, almost forgotten darkside abilities which few had ever mastered. Traya, was the Mistress of Betrayal, which stemmed from her great ability to manipulate all life through the force. The Lord Of Pain, which was himself, he had mastered his own pain, and turned it upon others, feeding off of it, making himself stronger, and immortal. Finally there was the Lord Of hunger...Darth Nihilus, who had learned a near impossible feat, which was the ability to increase his own awesome power by feeding upon the force, which gave him the ability to feed upon all life, unfortuneately for Nihilus, he had not learned to fully control his powers, and in the end, it ate away at him, leaving him a hollow shell of darkness.

Sion sat and wondered how he could have learned this power, he only sought to preserve his immortality through pain, not hunger, but the Dark Side of the force is indeed a pathway to many abilities the jedi considered forbidden, and unnatural. A smile crossed his lips as he wondered to himself as he traveled through hyperspace. If one were to master all three forbidden powers, than one could truly become invincible. He had learned the ways of betrayal, when he turned on Kreia, he had mastered the arts of pain, as to keep his fragmented body together, and become immune to the effects of pain and used it to inflict his own on the galaxy. He knew in his dark heart, that if he could master the third power, of hunger, and truly master it, so as not to feed upon himself, none could stop him.

He remebered how heightened he felt after sucking the life out of that measley tech trooper. He could only imagine the rush of pure unadulterated power, when he did this to one skilled in the force, one like a jedi knight. HE began to laugh coldly to himself. He knew where he was headed, and none could stop him. He punched the coordinates 0,0,0 in his hyperspace console. "Sorry Exile, but he who waits, loses, I have waited far to long to see the jedi broken at my feet, patience is not one of my virtues."

*Mind Talk*"We're on our way, Master Zaroke." replied Zaalbacca.Roarboar & Zaalbacca run to Zaroke's place.They arrive. "Alright we will teach you how to perform the art of Teras Kasi. It is an ancient art we learned. It is about unarmed combat. No weapons." said Roarboar. "Watch us." said Zaalbacca. They start using Teras Kasi moves on each other but block each move. "What do you think? Do you Want to learn this?" asked Roarboar.

(I'll end the fight now so we can get on with the mission.)
Master Asa while still cloaked walked up behind Zarlak. Be quickly swung his sabre so in would be inches from hs throat and decloaked.

"you lose, now how did i beat you?"

Asa deactivates his sabre and takes a step back

"Because i got bored and the time whats-his-face told us the mission is to start is almost up" Zarlak said and began to walk out "And master... Never mind" Zarlak left and headed to the hanger

Wash approached Tirya.
"I thought I'd find you here. What are you thinking about now?"
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Kent walked out of the room, disgusted with Anor Kon. Life wasn't supposed to stop just because of war. He went off to his room. Once there, the holoterminal he had installed beeped.
"Message waiting."
Kent, confused approached the terminal.
"Show me." He said.
The terminal changed into the image of a man in his 40s.
"Hey, Kent. Rayo here, heard about what happened on Iziz, just wanted to make sure you were all right, contact me ASAP."
Suddenly Kent smiled.
"Reply" He waited until 'recording' appeared on the holoterminal.
"Hey, Rayo, Kent here. I'm doing fine, I managed to get to shelter before the bombardment. "
Suddenly the screen changed to the man again.
"Good to hear that, kid."
"Yeah. One question, are you working somewhere now?"
"Not at the moment. You know me, I want a challenge, some adventure..."
"Well, I may have a job. " Kent quickly and vaguely described the situation with the Lawful Sith, leaving out such details as them being about to go to war.
"So you interested?"
"Sure. Drexl, right?"
"Yeah."
"All right I'll head there."
The screen shut off and Kent quickly ran back to the infirmary room.
"I think I solved the food problem."

Anor stood there towering over the Exile's place of rest, the mask told nothing it had no emotion, but the face behind the mask concealed a dark smirk and with a loyal voice,"I'll give one to another Sith, but i'll give the other to IG-12, only because if they are discovered it would take longer to hunt both of them down..so why not make it harder?" Anor shook the Exile's hand without hesitation, but this was all coming too well.."You may choose where you'd wish for them to go, but I would like for one of them to go to my homeworld of..Mustafar..the treatment the infant receives will be, quite comfortable.."

"Mustafar??? Are you f**ked up??" Elron yelled, suddenly beside himself with fury. "That place is nothing but a giant floating volcanoe!"

The Exile raised a delicate light-brown eyebrow. "Mustafar?!" she cried.
"My babies will die on that world, if my Master is indeed correct!"

All of a sudden, IG-12 saluted Darth Dvukhsotnaya and Dark Lord
Elron. His crisp motion and sudden speech startled them both.

"Congratulations to you both on siring such fine embryos," he said.
"Or children, I meant to say. Masters, my vocabulator is not yet used
to describing such things, since my primary function, as you know, is to
act as an assassin droid masquerading as a lowly droid of protocol. I
am accustomed to describing organics that have passed away, not
those who are to be born! One more thing--explain your reasoning
again, Mistress Dvukhsotnaya. Why don't you want to save yourself?"

"Even though I'm a Sith Lord, a Dark Lady," replied Tysyacha, "I want
to save my children more than I do my own life. If the Jedi somehow
gain the advantage in our upcoming battle on Coruscant, they will kill
me and my Master. I'm sure that given the chance, they will also end
Lieutenant Darth Sion's existence. Or else enslave him for experiments,
which will be just as torturous! If my babies are discovered by the Jedi,
they'll be killed too. Sith Lords don't give birth to children who have no
trace of the Dark Side in them. Why don't I think I'm wrong, you wonder?

"Even though the Jedi are good, and follow the path of the Light, that
doesn't mean they'll allow those who follow the Dark Side to live. Would
they have spared Darth Traya or Darth Nihilus if they'd had to fight them?
Of course not. Nor will they spare Dark Lord Elron or Darth Dvukhsotnaya!
That is why my children must be hidden if I give birth during battle.
Until then, I will aid the war effort as much as I can with my Dark powers."

Just then, Tysyacha's chest racked with a dry heave, and she lay down again.

"Excuse us," intoned IG-12. "I should like to cleanse the patient's body of its
malodorous excretions. I believe you organics call it 'sweat.' If you would,
please evacuate the medical bay. I mean, leave. Forgive me, Masters."

Dark Lord Elron stepped forward. "If you please, IG-12, I'd like to do so."
He took Tysyacha's hand gently, and his wife smiled with happy surprise.

As the rest of the crew on the Shadowed Balance departed, a
light within IG-12's chest glowed red. This may have been the first time
in the history of the galaxy that an assassin and protocol droid said:

"Uh-oh!" He turned to the others, his circuitry whirring nervously.

"Lieutenant Darth Sion, Assassin, is not on board. He appears to be
headed for Coruscant, if my internal sensors are correct. This is very
wrong. If the Assassin attacks now, then our plans are ruined, and
we will have to formulate another and more complex strategy!"

Sion awakened in the pilots chair of his cockpit, the automated voice blurted from the CPU "Coruscant directly ahead, activating auto cloaking device." Sion wiped the sleep from his eyes, and punched several coordinates into his Nav -i -computer. He Stared out and examined the surface, as his ship descended into the massive city scape, unnoticed, and unanounced. He had vague memories of this world, he remebered Traya had taken him there once, to show him the ebb and flow of corrupted life.

He touched down in a remote part....well as remote as Coruscant could be.....in the lower sector of the industrial district. His presence would be more easily masked , and more difficult to detect. He stepped down the exit ramp, and took in a breath of the heavily corrupted stenchof city life. "This planet stinks of decay, rotting flesh, and weakness. He attached his saber to his belt and began walking towards the nearest on planet speeder port. "This planet is ripe with life, life for the taking, life to make me stronger.....but the lives of common fools do not concern me, my only concern is the jedi. You had better hurry Exile, or there will be nothing left for you when you arrive."

Anor stared into the Exile's eyes,"The infants must trully be put to the real test, if they are trully the Sith that will bring the new era, but as of now I would really doubt the Jedi would even search for the infants on such an extreme planet as that." Anor whirled around to Elron and was nearly ready to topple this soon to be foe into oblivion, but he had to keep his plans as secret as Sion did."The infants will not be in any danger once so ever in the Mustafar system. They will be safe in the deep confines of the largest Command Center in Mustafar.." Anor, begun to leave as the magnadroid came forth, but he was suddenly stopped in his tracks once he heard the words of Sion's betrayal,"You were a fool to trust such a broken man like him..he is blinded, by the fake power the force has given him..he'll be buried in the remains of Coruscant once i'm on the planet."

"Yeah, lovely place to raise children. Inside a bunker on a lava-covered planet." Said Kent.

(OOC: Here's what I'm planning. Sion, your betrayal has added an interesting
new twist to the plot, and I'll see where I can go with it. Tysyacha, of course,
will be really angry, but the more that the Jedi are taken by surprise, the
better! :) As for the Jedi, I want them to win and spare all our lives even
though we're Sith. That way Syscha will turn back to the light, at least. ;)

P.S. My next thread will be called "The Jedi, the Sith, and the Hunger."
I've changed my mind about the era in which it will be, however. Instead
of it being KOTOR V, I'd like it to take place in the post-ROTJ era, and
after the events of Kathy Tyers' The Truce at Bakura. The reason
I've changed my mind is that I want to learn more modern lore as well as
the KOTOR lore. The "Tysyacha" in my new thread will be the descendant
of the Exile, Dark Lord Elron, and their son Kilian.)

P.P.S.: I'd also like to ignore the Yuuzhan Vong series events, because
I've never read them before. By the way, do they take place after ROTJ?

Thank you,
Tysyacha :)

Yes they take place after the ROTJ, because...SPOILER ALERT BIG ONE...

Chewwie get's killed in the invasion..

Okay but I want Zarlak to join the Lawful sith first if you dont mind.

Ic;
Zarlak waited in the hanger for the others. He was eger to start this mission.

(OOC: Sure!)