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No...no...no. This simply won't suffice...

Darth Malice mumbled to her self as she intercepted yet another of the child's feeble blows. She raised her right hand, and with a powerful force push the child was sent flying back. He slammed against the wall with a sicking crunch, and collapsed onto the floor in a heap. Malice sighed and turned off her saber, the crimson blade fading from existence at the speed of light.

The room was filled with men, women, and children. All force sensitive, all had potential, but they did not suite Malice. The force may reside in them, yes, but they were weak in her eyes. She wanted someone whom's power was nigh on un-imaginble...almost enough to match her own.

But not quite. She needed an Apprentice that would not betray her...someone that would stay on their leash easily. That way, she would be established as one of the most powerful Sith Lords in the Galaxy...or perhaps even the universe.

"Take them away..."

She said, waving her hand elegantly in disgust at everyone in the room. She had gone through five shuttle fulls of these weaklings today, and there was just one more. And she was not looking forward to it. As the people were moved out of the room and back to the docking bay, Malice sat alone, legs folded on the mat that covered the floor, meditating, trying to relax away the stress she had went through. She was interrupted soon, how ever. Sooner then she would have liked.

"Lord Malice...the final shuttle has arrived..."

Irrion was shaking his head and rubbing his eyes. The last thing he remembered was getting into an argument with a man at a desk, thought what the argument was about, he couldn't quite say.

Looking around he saw a number of other people as well as realizing that he was on a shuttle. He began stretching, and realized there were no chains or such, comfirming he wasn't a prisoner or slave.

As the shuttle landed, he began trying to figure out where he was, as a number of men came to escort them somewhere.

Irrion was pulled up roughly by two of the guards and forced down the ramp in the bay. Irrion could see the bay was quite obviously for a military purpose, as thousands of pilots and engineers were inside it, scrambling about as well were dozens of fighters.

A large group of people entered the docking bay, more than one of which were missing limbs. At the same time, another group entered the room from a shuttle. "Silly conformatists," thought the observer,"coming here in a shuttle, the Cheese had snuck to the planet stowing away on a smugglers' vessel, then ridden some sort of wild animal to this building. Well, these lamoes were in for a suprise.

"I AM THE CHEESE!!!", he screamed, leaping off of a fifteen-foot balcony. Exhilerating, just exhilerating. There were shouts of suprise coming from the crowd below, as the Cheese soared downwards. Downwards, downwards, downwards, wait...TOO FAR DOWN!!!

Splat. No bones were broken, but his nose was.The crowd of dark apprentice-hopefuls was still staring at him, even as he stood up to join them. "Don't wory, people, I am the Cheese," he said.

Irrion was confused, it looked like he'd signed up for the military, but as that was totally out of character for him, he was unsure. Also the lack of memory of signing up, made it even harder for him to figure out what going on.

"Where are we, and what is this?" He asked of the guards, his voice compelling a response.

One of the guards laughed.

"Let's just say, if you prove your self and he allows you to survive...you'll be in for a huge honor..."

The guards were shocked and slightly amused at "The Cheese", but they soon surrounded him, motioning for him to walk with their blaster rifles.

Irrion glared at the insolent guard, but waited to see what he'd gotten into, and what the guard's cryptic comments were about. He wondered what this appearent challenge was.

Irrion was pushed and shoved through several long, metallic hall ways and up a few elevators before finally coming to the area the training chamber was in. He was led to the door and it was opened. He was pushed inside quickly. The guards saluted the figure meditating in the middle of the mat quickly.

"Lord Malice...the first one's here."

Irrion looked at the person, appearently this Lord Malice, who was covered from head to toe in robes, and a mask. "So, why am I here?" He asked of the meditating man.

Eric Basha, the decadent yet politically savy child of one of the premier Oligarch families of OWN stepped out of the shuttle. He brushed away his synthetic red hair out of his artifical eyes. On the surface he was a tall, pale skined and rather thin human being... But that was just the surface, on the inside over 65% of his body had been Upgraded into a cybernetic/genetic modified being called "Posthuman".

This is what OWN believed to be the next stage of human evolution, blending machine and organic into a single component.

Eric looked at the guards and his synthetic voice rang out, "Now where do I go?"

"It's not where you go...it's where we'll take you."

They said, pushing Eric along to the same training room as Irrion. They joined the other two, and pushed Eric inside to stand beside Irrion. Lord Malice rose slowly, and prepared her self for the inevitable disappointment that would follow.

"One more..."

Was all she had to say, her voice ringing through both Eric and Irrion's head faintly.

"Gah, a telepath." Irrion thought as he heard the 'voice'. "So, one more what?" He asked, "And what is this, whatever it is?" He meanwhile scoped out the other person, while keeping an eye on the person who was appearently Lord Malice.

Eric wasn't shocked about the telepathy, "After all when I was on Earth I had access to MINDNET, which is basicly the same thing." he thought to himself.

Eric then glanced at the other person then turned his total focus on Lord Malice.

"These are the proving grounds, young one....and as for my remark of one more, I meant one more hopeful to be hauled up here. One more weakling to cast down, most likely."

Malice said, folding her arms in front of her chest.

"Then what is the challenge at the proving grounds?" He asked, staring into where the eyes should be on the mystery man.

"Simply to survive...to see whom is worthy of becomming my Apprentice."

Eric was quiet as he controlled his emotions and gathered his energies for whatever Lord Malice demanded of him. "The calm before the storm." Eric thought to himself as he waited for whatever would come his way.

Irrion took a defensive stance, relative to both of them, "Survive from who?" He asked cautiously, never taking his eyes off either of the two others.

"From me."

Lord Malice replied, her voice especially cold.

Eric spoke for the first time, his synthetic voice ringing hollow in the room, "Let's being." Eric's hazel eyes seemed to almost flash in a strange flicker of light.

"One on one, or two on one?" He asked shifting his attention to Lord Malice.

"Oh, two on one by all means. You will pose little threat to me. I will also allow you to choose your weapons...light sabers, or a simple hand to hand brawl? Your choice."

He looked at the others, "Hand to hand." He replied as he took a neutral, but balanced stance.

"This is just perfect," Eric thought as his thin frame asumed a neutral stance, "The machine parts should compensate... For a short while anyway, it's going to take skill to survive... I wonder if the other guy has that?"

"As you wish..."

Malice replied. She took no particular stance, but rather began to cleanse her mind and relax her body for the up-comming combat. She would let her opponents have the first move.

Irrion examined his opponent's stance and form, gauging it for weakness and openings as he waited for one of them to make a move.

Rasha Malcon was confused with the all the people going around here and there and he felt the minds of all the people around him. He was nervious this was just like the civil war. People moving and no one around to help you out. He decides to ask for help, Could someone show me the were my destination is?"

Eric watched and waited, his mind was a blank slate, he could wait for as long as it took for someone's nerve to snap.

"We can stand around all day, children. But my form will not break, my resolve will not falter."

Malice said to them, annoyed that no one had attacked her yet.

Meanwhile, the Guards escorted yet another hopefull, Rasha, to the proving grounds, pushing him in with the others just as they had done before.

Rasha thinks to himself, Just like home always big tough guys ready to push you around to where you got to go. He sighs as they send him to the proving grounds.

Irrion didn't even pay attention to the new arrival as he waited, and watched.

Eric replyed to Lord Malice, "We are all waiting for someone to make a mistake, and that mistake will most likely kill them so none are moving until someone makes that mistake." His synthetic voice rang out like a hollow cord in a darkened room.

"Oh...fine. Have it your way."

Malice remarked. She had grown impatient, and charged forward, and attempted to kick Irrion in the chin with her right heel.

Irrion had been completely focused on Lord Malice and thus wasn't caught off guard by his attack.

As Malice's foot went up, aiming at his face, he dropped down, and launched a vicious low sweep at his leg. With fact that Malice only had one foot one the ground, he'd have a difficult time avoiding it.

Eric shifted his position away from Lord Malice and Irrion, keeping his distance for the moment, and hunting for any weakness to exploit at a different point in time.

Rasha dodges the incomeing charge from Malice. He prepares to launch a counter attack of his own.

Malice was indeed hit by the attack. She was thrown to the floor, but she caught her self with her right hand and sprang her self back up right before the rest of her body hit the ground. She then backed away.

"Your turn now..."

She stated.

"Me, you mean?" He asked, wondering if he was addressing him. Even as he asked, he stepped forward and launched a vicious punch, aimed not for his face, but for the nerve cluster under Malice's arm.

Malice quickly deflected the blow by punching away Irrion's arm away and stepping back.

"I was talking to all of you...I wanted to see whom would, and who wouldn't."

Rasha charged and made a low sweep for Malice's legs hoping to trip him up in the attack and help the other guys take him down.

Irrion continued with his attack. He stepped forward, in an attempt to grab Malice's robes for a throw.

Lord Malice simply aimed her hand down at Rasha and used the Force to push him against the ground. How ever, Irrion caught her off guard and she was unable to reverse what ever he had planned...

Rasha tried to use his own Psy abilities to protect himself but his training in his Psy abiltiy was limited. He tried to force Malice back with a force push of his own.

Irrion got a good grip on Malice's robes, and possibly, but most likely not, something that didn't/shouldn't exist. He then heaved back and threw Malice down hard at the ground.

ooc: Will edit, if you wish.

OOC: I'm assuming you mean he grabbed her boobs? :p

Lord Malice hit the ground indeed, but recoiled and rolled to her knees. She gave a powerful force push to the chest of both Rasha and Irrion, sending them back toward the wall...

Irrion was slammed back, but twisted to soften the blow. He also, unintentionally/uncontrolled, used a bit of the force to prevent himself from being splattered.

As it was, he had some of his breath knocked out of him.

ooc: And yes.

Rasha used his own power to soften his blow to the wall and boy did that hurt. Rasha however was used to pain like this fighting the Priests of the Antarans. He decides to try another force Push agaisnt the Malice in the hope of knocking him off balance.

Lord Malice was still on her knees, so the Force push did much more than knock her off balance, it sent her skating across the floor and into the wall. She quickly recovered, how ever, and waited to see if they would do anything first.

Seeing Malice was off-balance, or at least appeared that way, Irrion lunged forward, with the intention of slamming him against the wall of the arena.

Rasha looks around for objects that could be thrown at Malice. Doing that was draining but sometimes effective agaisnt a powerful enemy, Rasha knew this from experience.

Malice pushed her right hand against the wall and lept into the air and outstretched her legs in an attempt to kick Irrion as he charged her.

Irrion went to dodge the kick, but with his speed, was unable to avoid it completely and recieved a painful kick to the shoulder.

Malice used this time to rush forward and shoulder Irrion to the ground and buy her self some time. She then turned her attention back to Rasha...

Irrion landed with a thud, but his rather extensive training served him well as he cushioned the blow. As he turned his attention away from his grounded foe, Irrion lashed out with a foot, aiming at the back of Malice's knees.

Malice felt an extreme pain rise up from the back her knee and fell down to them, cursing her self for being so ignorant to this mans resilience. She slowly began to recover and rise up...

Rasha does not see anything he can use. He charges at Malice with the intent of graping on to his arms and comit a throw.

Irrion roled back and up. He wondered what the other dude was doing.

Malice was far to focused on numbing the pain in her knee to notice Rasha, and thus could do nothing to reverse or stop Rasha's attack.

Rasha instead of throwing Malice ends up doing a back kick to the back thus hopefully dislocating the spine. He uses his Psy abilities to power up the attack making it more effective.

A deal of damage was done, yes. Malice lay there, struggling in pain for a few moments before she healed her self with the force. She rose yet again and pushed everyone in the room toward a wall once more, in an effort to buy her self some time to think of her next attack.

Irrion grunted as he repeated himself and slammed them against the wall again. "So, how's the test going?" He asked as he moved forward again.

Rasha hits into the wall and decides to go on the offensive before Malice decides to wear him down by consantly force pushing him into the wall.

Rasha saids in a sarcastic voice, "This is a test, I thought we were fighting for our lives!" He charges again heading toward Malice hopeing to get his hands around his torso and smash into him.

"Of course we are, doesn't change the fact that it's a test, and they won't let our testor get gutted." Irrion replied, as he waited for the oppertunity the sarcastic would present.

Eric dragged himself up after he had been thrown agianst the wall, he had spent quite a bit of time analyzing everyone's ways of attack. He knew what to do now.

Rasha barely hears Irrion's reply as he charges at Malice. Rasha figured if Malice was like a Priest of the Antarans. He would attack with another force push. Rasha planed to be ready to flip up over it before he was flung back to the wall.

Malice did indeed thrust her palm out for a force push, but secretly she had something else planned for him...

Rasha saw Malice's hand come out and he prepares to perform the flip to avoid the blow from the Force push.

OOC:Where is this happening, anyway? I am kind of nervous of describing the area when I don't even know wether we are even on a planet or not!

The guards that were "escorting" the Cheese stopped in front of a door.

"What now?," asked the Cheese.

The guard did not look at him, but said,"Now, we wait." There was a thud of a body slamming against the opposite side of the wall, and he contuinued,"the last challengers are still being tested."

What had the Cheese gotton himself into?

OOC: Malice's Flag ship, Wraith

IC:

Malice suddenly lifted her foot behind her in an attempt to launch a suprise kick on Rasha, and at the speed he was going from the jump, it would be hard to avoid...

Malice's surpise kick connected. It sent Rasha crumbling to the ground. He hoped Malice does not finish him here and now. He tries to slowly get back up.

"Tell me now why I should not kill you like I have done so many others today?"

Lord Malice asked, as she walked slowly closer to Rasha.

As Malice pounded on the other dude, Irrion snuck up on him. While Malice was tormenting dude, he attempted to catch her in a double arm lock.

This time Malice sensed him, and turned around on the ball of her foot and threw a punch aimed for his nose.

Irrion deflected the punch aimed at his face. but it caught the side of his head, sending him reeling.

"Have you had enough yet? You both have already proven your selves worthy of advancing..."

Lord Malice remarked, drawing back into combat stance.

"Advancing to what." Irrion asked as he slowly got up, trying to prevent the room from wobbling. The blow had been harder than expected.

"Advancing to the next level of tests...the ones that will truly prove if your worthy or not of becomming my Apprentice..."

"Then let's proceed to round two." Irrion said as he got his balance back and waited to see what test two was.

Under her mask, a small smile appeared on Malice's face.

"I admire your determination, but test two will not begin tonight. You need your rest, after all. The Guards will escort you to your new quarters, where you may request food and beverage, if you wish. The second wave of tests will begin soon...just not tonight."

Malice replied. After relaxing, her mind flashed back to what Irrion had grabbed earlier. She was actually quite worried, for if he remembered it as well, her cover as a male would be destroyed in an instant....

"Alright." Irrion replied as he let the guards lead him out, to the room Lord Malice had indicated. As he left, his mind drifted back to the maybe abnormality and wondered if it was only his imagination or if Lord Malice was in fact Lady Malice.

After Irrion had gotten settled into his room, the doors opened up to reveal a woman with fiery red hair and she was dressed in purple robes with elegant gold lining and elaborate symbols. She gave a polite nod.

"Greetings...Irrion. I am Jade Nightmist, one of Lord Malice's handmaidens. He sent me to check up on you, make sure everything is going all right for his apprentice hopeful. I assume it is?"

"I'm fine, thought I do have a question, and a request." Irrion asked as he rose to greet the Handmaiden. "Could you tell me what the second test is," This question bore a faint compulsion to obey, "And could you bring me some food?" The second was in a normal tone.

Jade smiled. "I'm sorry, but I do not know my self. But I have had the honor of being trained by Lord Malice on occasion, and if it's anything like my training, you will be lucky to survive your first day. But if you do, you will be stronger for it." Jade then disappeared out the door way again, but came back several minutes later pushing a cart full of plates of steaming food. Meats and vegetables, as well as fine chocolates and other sweets from various planets and cultures.

"I trust you will find this suitable to satisfy your hunger?" She asked. She took a moment to look into Irrion's eyes, and peer slightly into his mind with the force.

"I sense something is troubling you...do you wish to discuss it?"

Rasha was forced to his chambers and he kept thinking. These people really make me feel right at home with the guards forcing you to go where your suppose to go.

He sighs as he in sent into his room. Rasha quickly finds a seat and sits down. Lord Malice nearly had an oppurnity to finish him during the test. Rasha feared this might happen again next time. If this were one of his street fights back in Deatharon Prime he would have been killed for that moment of weakness. Rasha vowed to himself that he would never fall for such a surpise again.

Jade smiled. "I'm sorry, but I do not know my self. But I have had the honor of being trained by Lord Malice on occasion, and if it's anything like my training, you will be lucky to survive your first day. But if you do, you will be stronger for it." Jade then disappeared out the door way again, but came back several minutes later pushing a cart full of plates of steaming food. Meats and vegetables, as well as fine chocolates and other sweets from various planets and cultures.
"I trust you will find this suitable to satisfy your hunger?" She asked. She took a moment to look into Irrion's eyes, and peer slightly into his mind with the force.
"I sense something is troubling you...do you wish to discuss it?"
Irrion looked at the food stuffs, "Yes I will." When Jade asked the second question, Irrion considered the problem, if he was a he, then there was no problem, same with the other option. But if he wasn't a he, then there would have to be a reason for 'his' actions. Looking up at the woman with the flaming red hair, "It's a problem only Lord Malice could resolve. Though would you like to join me eating this delicious food?" He asked

"I would love to, but I feel it may be better to leave you to your thoughts for now."

With another nod, she headed to the door.

"If you need anything, all you need do is ask one of the guards."

She added before leaving.

Rasha was starting to get hungry, He attempts to sneak out his room to find a replicatior. He hopes that the guards do not notice that he is absent from his quaters.

"Where do you think your going?"

Rasha could hear Malice say in his head again.

Rasha sends a message of his own, Just looking for a food replicator.

He hopes that Lord Malice is not upset that he left quaters.

"Why didn't you ask the guards like I told you to?"

Rasha now realized his young rebel attiude would not serve him well in this situation. He replies carefully, "I thought about that but decided to look for it on my own." Rasha hoped that Lord Malice can't read his mind as well..

Lord Malice could indeed look into his mind, but decided not to call him on it this time.

"Well then...you've discovered one, so use it. I'll simply watch you and make sure your not lying to me..."

Rasha mearly nods and uses it. He gathers a small meal and mearly walks back to his room to eat it. He did not want to test lord Malice's patience. Rasha thinks back to the good old days back when he was a resitance fighter and battleing the evil Priests of the Antarans. A war that he and his comrades lost badly..

Irrion had, after finishing off the meal, racked out, thought he didn't fall asleep. He went back to thinking of what he may or may not have felt, before deciding that if Malice wanted to hid his/her identity that was Malice's buisness.

After twenty-four standard hours had passed, Irrion, Rasha, Eric and Cheese were awakened by the guards in an almost marine style way. They were ordered to get dressed and report back to the proving grounds immediatly.

Irrion, having slept fully dressed, as well as being a light sleeper, was up and headed toward the grounds in scant minutes after being awoken.

Arriving at the grounds again, he looked around for the new wrinkle in the works.

They arrived to see four handmaidens, including Jade standing in the room. All of them had their hoods down, and so their faces were visible. Each one was quite beautiful, but that contrasted with the fact each one was holding an ebony black light saber in each of their hands. Lord Malice appeared and stepped between the Handmaidens.

"Good morning. Today, you will begin your training with one of the symbols of the Sith Order...the Light Saber. I will allow each one of you to pick your opponent, but I expect you to stick with her. No trading....oh, and these are real light sabers, so try not to make a mistake."

With that, a rack of Light sabers rose up behind the four students.

Irrion had made sure his martial arts training included Kendo, as well as a Kendo varient that utilized two weapons rather than one.

Picking up one of the sabers, he swung it a few times to get it's balance. Finding it's balance supported a two-handed grip, he deactivated it. He then walked over to stand in front of Jade.

Rasha did have advance energy sword pratices back in his academy days. He thinks he can handle a Light Saber.

He picks one of them that he feels he has a good grip on. He walks up to one of the handmaidens.

The Handmaidens charge forward, igniting their crimson red sabers before clashing with their opponent.

OOC: Leaving, won't be back for about an hour.

Irrion brought his saber up in a classic stance, and used it to block the slash from Jade. He then followed it up with a well executed slash, aimed at her side.

Rasha wields his saber in a defensive stance. He then uses it to block the Handmaidens strike. He then makes a low slash across the waist.

Almost as if they practiced this maneuver hundreds of times, both Handmaidens smash away their sabers at the same time, and with the same style. They then bring their sabers down in a diagonal fashion, aimed for their chests.

Rather than trying to directly counter Jade, as undoubtably she was far more experianced with the lightsaber than himself, Irrion stepped back, letting her attack pass harmlessly in-front of him. He would fight defensively till he'd learnt a few of the tricks, then turn Jade's attacks against her.

Rasha gets out of the way of the attack by heading backwards and attempts to slash for the Handmaidens legs.

Jade continues to slash and thrust her saber at Irrion at various angles and aimed for various parts of his body.

Meanwhile, the Handmaiden used the force to enhance her speed. She then deflected the blow away and jumped into the air in an attempt to impale Rasha into the ground.

Rasha moves back another step and slashs at Handmaiden, when she starts to decend downward.

Lord Malice let the meaningless combat go on for a few moments more, before she spoke up.

"Enough."

She said plainly. At once, the Handmaidens ceased their assault and stepped back, their light sabers flickering off. Lord Malice used the force to turn Irrion's and Rasha's off as well.

"I will teach combat later. But for now, your mentality concerns me. Metal health prerequisites physical perfection. Now come with me."

Malice continued. She led them to the meditation rooms of The Wraith. The room was large and matted like the proving grounds, but the walls were plain black. Malice walked over and sat on top of a cushion on the floor, and motioned for the others to do the same.

"Now...I will teach you the meditation techniques that will aid you on the battlefield. Both in mind and in spirit. But first, you must relieve your mind of anything that is troubling you, even in the slightest. Inform me now, and we shall resolve it. Or I will rip the problems from your mind with the Force. And trust me, that is not pleasant."

"The only thing troubling me is a question I wish to ask of you." Irrion replied, his voice converying to Malice's ears alone something of the nature of the question. "The reason I have not stated it, is somethings should not be brought up in mixed company." Here, his verbal message, and undertonal message were similar, but different, with the undertonal message being that any company save his and Malice's was more mixed than necessary.

Irrion felt...strange for a moment or two before Malice spoke.

"There...now think what you wish to say, and you shall say it. There is a Force link between us now, somewhat like a telepathic one. Your thoughts will become your words for a moment."

Irrion shook his head slightly and thought, not nowing if it would work, "Regardless of the answer, this shall remain betweet me and you. Are you a female?" He thought back at Lord Malice.

Lord Malice sighed. She should have been expecting this. But she would not give him the run around, and she would not lie.

"Yes..."

Still, out of this rather grim situation, she found humor. A small smirk appeared on her face under the mask.

"I should have known you would find out or confront me eventually after what happened yesterday. What, with the whole grabbing my breast deal, right?"

He mentally, and very faintly physically grinned, "Essentially, yes. As I said, I won't divulge that information, as you obviously have reasons for your deception."
He thought for a moment to something he'd read, a very old classic tale, "Perhaps, to prevent others from stumbling onto your secret as I did, you should either use cloth, or perhaps some form of armour to render them much more inconspicous." His thoughts suggested

"I was never really fond of armor. It weighs you down, and is essentially useless against Light Sabers and the Force...but none the less, I will consider it."

She replied. She was a bit embarrassed about asking this next part, but she needed to.

"What did it feel like? I mean, discovering I was a woman in such an…awkward fashion?"

'While I didn't quite realize it at first, what with the fight, when I took a second to consider the fact that you might be a woman, I was slightly nervous." Irrion replied mentally, "I was nervous because I didn't know how far you'd go to ensure your secret's security. As it stands, it just driveds me to work that much harder."

"Don't worry...I won't kill you or anything."

She replied, a small smile still on her face.

"Alright, thank you." He thought back, as his composure remained unchanged saved to one who was a master of reading people, who would notice an indistinguisable relaxation. "So what is the next thing that is to come, Lord Malice?" He asked outloud.

"As I said, I will teach you special meditation techniques. Draw a blank in your mind, think of nothing. At the same time, relax your body. Take all the strain off of your muscles, as if you were sleeping."

Irrion sat down, and cleared his mind of all consious thought, something he knew was suppose to be hard, many people said so after all, but he'd never had a problem with it. He then relaxed his body, starting with his arms, then chest and ending with his legs.

"Now...focus on something you want. Be it a person, a place, power, anything. Focus on it moderately at first, like a day dream. But gradually increase your focus until it seems like it's all you want, that you and your objective are all that exist in the entire Universe..."

He began focusing on a grilled cheese sandwich. He began imaging a nebulous golden brown shape. The next step was to bring the image of the golden brown crust, with cheese oozing out the sides. From there he focused on bringing the scent and the remembered taste of many grilled cheese sandwiches, as he focused on creating the perfect grilled cheese.

Lord Malice was amused with his train of thought, but continued her instructions.

"Now turn that thought into desire. And turn the desire into power...and finally, use the power to strengthen your body, and enrich your mind."

Irrion began focusing on getting a grilled cheese, on having the perfect grilld cheese, on the power to get the perfect grilled cheese, and used this to empower himself so he could get the perfect grilled cheese sandwich.

Rasha was distracted by his thoughts about the civil war. The sights of his friends and enemies appeared in his mind and the explosions and Distengrator fire from street to street fighting. Rasha just can not get these thoughts out of his head.

"Good...continue."

Malice spoke, before turning to Rasha.

"Something is troubling you. Speak now."

Irrion continued to focus and elaborate on using the grilled cheese to empower himself.

While she wait's for Rasha's reply, she turns back to Irrion.

"Do you feel the power coursing through your bdy yet? Empowering you beyond what would normally be possible?"

Irrion nodded as he felt something akin to a few of the most influential/extreme moments in his life.

"Good. This will make you more potent in combat. Much more."

Irrion continued meditating as he waited for the next step.

ooc: 10k posts

"You have done well, Irrion. So well, in fact, I will allow you a few hours of recreation...."

Malice said. She clapped her hands once, and Jade came in and stood beside Irrion.

"Jade will show you around..."

Irrion stood, and left with Jade. "Where are we?" He asked, as he wasn't sure what there would be around.

Jade let out a small chuckle.

"We're on Lord Malice's Flagship, Wraith. But you didn't really know that, did you? Anyway, there are many things to do down in the Barracks section of the ship. Gyms, Mess halls, shooting gallerys, that sort of thing."

"So what do you do when not showing people around?" Irrion asked

"Either training or serving Lord Malice in any way he wishes."

She said, leading him out of the room and down the corridors which contained the rooms.

"You look...different than before. Why?"

"Different, how?" Irrion asked as they walked, wondering what she meant.

"More relaxed. More Powerful. More at ease."

She replied.

"Ah," Irrion replied, "It stems from the training perhaps." He suggested

"Yes, that's probably it."

Jade replied, leading him to her room. She typed in her code on the keypad by the door, and opened it.

"I'll have to get my spare keycard if you want to get downstairs with out the troops blasting you."

She said, walking in. She emerged a few moments later, a silver keycard in hand.

"Let's go."

Irrion waited, once she had re-emerged, he said, "Let's go." He'd made a mental note of where her room was located, it could come in handy.

As Jade walked with him, she began to think. Here she was, walking alongside a handsome man. And she was supposed to show him a good time, right? Why not take advantage of the moment? She stopped, and turned around to face him.

"Or...perhaps if you have a different idea of fun then working out and shooting targets...we could go back to my room..."

She whispered.

Irrion raise an eyebrow at Jade's suggestion, "Would Lord Malice approve?" He asked, his voice holding a note of interest. He examined the lovely Jade and wondered what her response would be.

"Lord Malice would never know...he promised to never read our minds with out our permission."

She replied, closing the gap between them.

"Really, he promised?" Irrion asked as he left his arms open for her.

She slipped between his arms in one quick motion. "He promised." She whispered back.

"Alright," Irrion replied as she entered his arms, thought in his most private part of his mind he thought, "HE might have promised, but did SHE?"

She looked up at him and gave him a peck on the cheek.

"Come, we wouldn't want to waste the few hours you have, would we?"

Irrion leaned down and gave Jade a kiss on the opposing cheek, "No I don't think we would."

"Good...lets go then."

Jade replied, leading him back to her room.

Irrion followed Jade, wondering what she had in mind.

Jade opened the door once more, and pretty much pushed Irrion inside. She stepped in and closed the door. She smiled and eyed Irrion up.

"Now that I have you to my self, what ever shall I do?"

"Oh, I'm sure you'll be able to think of something?" He replied with a grin.

Rasha responds to Malice's question, "Sorry I keep thinking of the Civil war."

((OOC: Theao, check TGs))

Malice nodded.

"I see...did you lose many comrades in this war?"

ooc: Replied

Rasha replies, "Yes, I did lose many friends in the conflict. The fact we also lost the war after the High Command betrayed us to the Church during the Civil war. I never lost the memory of that."

After a few hours of intimacy, Jade lay with Irrion in bed. She remembered Irrion's time limit with Malice, and snapped up. She rushed to get her robes and boots back on before turning back to Irrion.

"You'd best report back to Lord Malice, lest he come hunting for you. After your training is done for the day, perhaps you can come and see me once more. Or maybe not..."

She said simply before leaving the room.

"Perhaps." Irrion replied as Jade was closing the door. Quickly showering, he got dressed and hurried to his appointment. As he did, he thought of the time he had with Jade, and circumstances allowing, he'd do it again.

"Do you wish to share more?"

Malice asked him.

Rasha saids, "Sure what do you want to know about the conflict?"

"Everything you know."

She replied. She also wondered when Irrion would report back.

Irrion walked the last few meters to the door, to eliminate the appearence that he'd been running to show up on time. Opening the door, he walked in to await Malice's instructions.

Rasha saids, "Well lets see here, I was sent as a child to the Church in my homeworld. I lived there forced to learn the will of the Antarans and to believe they were the creators of the universe. The Church said my abilities were gifts from the gods and that my abilities had ordained me to be a priest for the church. I was forced to learn there secrets untill the Chancellor Maria Von Antheron was elected Chancellor. The Avatar of the Antaran Nym Kazar ran against her and lost. In a rage he declared a Maldoran (holy war) against Maria Von Antheron. I decided to help my government over the church in the war on Evonis Prime. I was used by the Loyalist forces as a Priest hunter. I used my abilities to kill the power of the church. I however underestimated there following and in major worlds like Deatharon Prime the church over powered the Government. The People of Evonis managed to achieve victory over the local Maldoran forces. In the end it was for nought. The Government under Nym Kazar launched a Maldoran Legion Fleet and bombed our city to the ground. I escaped with some friends but I watched as my homeworld surrender to the Maldoran forces and seen thousands killed from my city. The Government has now become a massive Empire and that is all I know of the Civil War."

"Aw, Irrion. I trust Jade gave you a proper tour of The Wraith?"

Malice asked as she listened to Rasha's story.

"She gave me a tour yes." Irrion replied

Turning back to Rasha, she said

"Is peace what you seek, Rasha? If so, you may as well leave. A Sith Lord knows nothing of peace. Only of struggle."

She then motioned for Irrion to sit again.

Irrion took a seat and began meditating again, this time trying it without using a cheese sandwich as a guide.

Rasha replies with a angry voice, "No, I seek revenge for my comrades and the people who gave up there lives for the government that turned on them. I will not rest untill the High Command is dead along with that monster Avatar of the Antarans Nym Kazar!"

"Good...anger is a powerful tool for unlocking ones true power."

She replied, while wondering just what Irrion was thinking about this time...

Rasha starts to concentrate on Revenge his anger start to boil into rage...

"Good...let the anger take control over all else..."

Rasha was feeling his Rage course through him it took control of his entire being. Rasha felt the power of the Dark side..

"Now let your anger go. Erase it from your body."

Rasha had a harder time allowing his anger to just go but after several momments of concentration he managed to end his anger.

"Now, Rasha, you have just made your first step toward real power."

Irrion continued to focus, continuing to build, but without a crutch this time.

Rasha was surpised. He had never before felt that kind of power before..

Satisfied that her teachings were sinking into Rasha, Malice turned to Irrion.

"Continue for a moment, then go to the Archives and study the Sith's rich history. In these Archives, you will find information about each Sith Lord...from Revan to Vader. Study these Archives until galactic standard time 16:59, then you will be allowed to rest for the night."

Malice finished with giving him a key to the Archives.

"I will study." Irrion replied as he stood and took the key. He then left, when he realized his formal tour had been interupted. Quickly heading to Jade's room he knocked on the door.

"Come back for seconds...?""

Jade whispered as she turned the corner by her room and stood behind Irrion.

"Not yet," He replied with a hint of promise, "I need to get to the archives."

"Oh..."

She replied, a bit disappointed. She led him through the winding halls once more, until they reached a large pair of ebony black metal doors.

"Go on in, we'll meet later."

Jade stated, nodding toward the door.

"Yes we will." He replied with a salacious wink. Meanwhile he began looking for the archives on the Sith Lords.

Several long hours pass for Irrion, the sounds of activity in other parts of the ship gradually dying town as the troops turn in for bed. Finally, the door opens up and Jade walks in.

"Lord Malice has told me to inform you it's galactic standard time 17:00...and that he will be retiring to bed."

"Then I guess it's time to retire." He said as he thumbed the computer off.

"Lord Malice told me...you now know of his secret...or rather, her secret now, right?"

Jade asked him, sitting down beside him on one of the chairs.

"Yes I do." Irrion agreed

"I see...well, no matter. What do you want to do now?"

"I can think of NO THING I wish to do." Irrion replied, a lecherous gleam twinkling in his eyes.

Jade smirked and slid closer to Irrion and off the chair.

"Really? Nothing at all?"

"Oh, I think your proximity is giving me some ideas." He said with a grin, as his arm slid toward her.

Jade allowed him to take her into his arms, a small blush forming on her face.

Irrion leaned forward and kissed Jade on the nose, before sliding down to her mouth.

Rasha heads to his quaters to rest. He thinks man I am hungry. Rasha heads to a food replicator to get a drink of water and a small hamburger..

Jade kissed him back, but pulled back just enough to whisper something to him.

"I doubt Lord Malice would be pleased if she would find out we were making out in her Archive..."

~~~

"Remember what I said about the guards, Rasha?"

Malice asked him from her quarters.

"I agree, so perhaps we should go somewhere more appropriate." He replied as he kissed her again.

"My room again." She replied.

Rasha responds from his location, "Sorry about that old habits die hard. Rasha looks for a guard.

"Then let us be off." He replied as he swept her up in his arms.

Jade giggled lightly and smiled up at him as he carried her. She didn't bother to keep her self quite, as over 90% of the crew of Wraith were asleep by now.

~~~~

"Indeed they do. But I suggest you get every second of sleep you can tonight, for tommorow, your training will be harder. Much harder than anything I have thrown toward you the last two days."

Rasha replies, "Very well then, I will head to my quaters to rest up for for tommorow." Rash heads to his quaters and gets ready to go to bed for the night.

As they walked he leant over and kissed her again as he carried her to her room.

Jade wrapped her right arm around his neck and shoulders and pulled him closer into the kiss.

They soon arrived at Jade's room, Irrion being slightly out of breath, not from carrying Jade, but from the sustained lip-lock.

Jade broke the kiss long enough to turn and punch in her combination on the keypad. The doors slid open with a gentle "whoosh" sound.

Irrion skillfully manuvered Jade into the room, hitting the door close button with a finger as soon as they were inside.

Jade simply smiled and nodded toward the bed.

Rasha goes to bed with one thought on his mind. What was Lord Malice having planed for tommorow. Rasha was both nervious and excited. He has a difficult time sleeping but manages to do so after an hour.

He grinned as they proceeded toward the bed.

After spending the night together, Jade and Irrion fell to sleep. The next morning, which was hard to tell because Space has no day and night cycles and the Sith relied on Galactic Standard hours for the days, Irrion awoke to find Jade missing. Outside the door, Irrion could faintly hear the guards talking.

"Where's that other guy? He wasn't in his room...Lord Malice is gonna be pissed if he took off in the middle of the night..."

Irrion dressed and washed before heading out of Jade's chambers.

Rasha was still asleep. He was dreaming about the Civil War another nightmare. Rasha saw the city being pulverized by the powerful Psy Cannons from the Maldoran Motherships that were in orbit of the planet. Rasha wakes up screaming, "No!!!!"

The Guards were more then curious about why Irrion was in Jade's room, but they put that thought aside as they ordered him to the hanger, where Lord Malice was awaiting.

~~~~

Just as Rasha awoke, the officers burst in and heaved him up off the bed

"Lord Malice. Hanger. Now"

They barked.

Irrion headed to the hanger, remembering that from when he arrived on-board the ship. Arriving a short time later he wondered what this new test was.

Rasha hurrys and puts on his uniform. He then runs to the Hanger not giving the guards a chance to keep up...

"Good morning."

Lord Malice began upon seeing them enter.

"I trust you both slept well?"

Rasha saids nothing. He just wants to get the image of his home city out of his mind.

"Very well." Irrion replied, "You?"

"I always do. Now today, I have good news...or bad news, depending on how you look at it. We're leaving the Wraith, and going planet side."

"So what are we doing when we're land bound?" He asked

Rasha saids, "Great a chance to see a planet instead of a starship."

"Aw, but you see, the average temperature of this planet is 45 degrees below zeroe. This way, I'll test your endurance."

Malice said with a grin.

Rasha looks at Lord Malice and saids, "Test our endurance in a planet that is 45 degrees under zero. This could be cold and intresting."

"Is that in celsius, fahrenheit, or kelvin?" Irrion asked

Fahrenheit.

"Not as bad as I thought, but not by much." He commented to himself. "So are we going soon?"

Rasha stays silent as he thinks of what Lord Malice plans for them to do Planet side.

"Oh yes, right now in fact."

Malice replied, pointing at the shuttle behind her which was being prepared.

Rasha slowly heads to the Shuttle enjoying the ship's temperature to the last second possiable.

Irrion boarded the shuttle, wondering if it was buff, as they were, or parka format.

The shuttle lifted off the ground, and out the hanger. Within minutes, they were on the planets surface. The ramp lowered, and the hatch opened up. Freezing cold snow and ice blew in, and the glare of the ivory white snow illuminated the shuttle and blinded everyone except Malice for a moment. Malice stepped out, and motioned for Irrion and Rasha to follow her. After they had departed, the shuttle lifted off into space once more.

"Great weather, no?"

Malice stated.

Rasha saids, "Lord Malice, I was not trained in Freezing warfare on Ice worlds."

As they hadn't been issued parkas, or told to strip, he figured it was as you were style. Looking around, he wondered if it was a who collapsed first deal, or what. Either way, he took a seat, with his legs curled and pulled to his chest, his hands in his arm pits, and head tucked between his knees.

From this position that would maximize heat conservation/minimize heat loss, he replied, "It's alright, wouldn't want to live here thougth." He also began meditating, as well as he could, trying to draw on the force to use as a heat source as well.

"All the better then..."

Malice replied to Rasha.

"But there is another reason why I brought you both here..."

From his huddled ball, Irrion asked, "And that is?"

ooc: Last post/night

Rasha watched Irrion. Rasha decides maybe he knows how to surrive through this. He copies the postion and starts to think about his revenge. The one thought that kept him alive in many a bad spot.

"To reveal to him the truth..."

Lord Malice replied, refering to Rasha.

Rasha saids, "Reveal the Truth about what?"

"First...swear to me you will not reveal what I am about to show you."

Rasha saids, "I swear never to reveal what ever your about to show me."

"Good..."

Malice said. She lifted up her hand and drew down her hood, her raven black hair falling out from it's hiding place. With a few quick movements of her hand, she disconnects the mask's ties from the back of her head, and grabs the front of it. She slowly brings it down, and reveals her beautiful, pale face, which is almost as white as the snow. Her hair begins to blow violently in the wind.

"Now you know, Rasha...the true identity of Lord Malice."

She stated, her lips still not moving.

Rasha's eyes bulged. He never would have guessed this turn of events. The Lord Malice was really Lady Malice. No wonder Malice wanted this secret.

Rasha saids finally, "This is a surpising turn of events."

"To say the least."

Malice replied.

Rasha saids, "So, you put us on an Ice planet to show us your true gender. Lord.. I mean Lady Malice you take extreme security measures."

OOC: Last post for tonight...

OOC:Wow, I'm really just going too slowly, aren't I? What has the Cheese been doing all this time? How about he was locked up.

IC:"Oh, c'mon, let the Cheese out of here!"the Cheese pleaded,''Is the force cage really necessary?"

"Yes,"said the guard, tossing the Twi'lek's confiscated lightsaber out of his hand and catching it again.

"I'm not a Jedi!", exclaimed the Cheese.

The guard looked at him,"No, not with that attitude you're not."

"So let me out!"

"No."

Irrion had raised his head to see Lord Malice. Even thought he knew she was female, he didn't know what she looked liked. Looking up he gasped as he saw the sharp, but beautiful contrast between her alabaster skin, and coal black hair.
She was as beautiful, if not more so than Jade, but in slightly different ways.

"Yes, I do. For our time here how ever, I will cease my masquerade."

With that, Malice quickly attached her mask to the belt that also held her light saber.

~~~~~

The Guards were quite bored. Months, even years of traveling on a massive star ship got really boring, so they decided to have some fun with "The Cheese". Lord Malice was no longer aboard, so they could pretty much do what they wanted.

So they decided it would be great fun to haul "Cheese" down to the escape pod bay and shoot him down planet side!

Irrion simply waited for instructions, starting to feel a bit of the cold.

"Let's be on our way."

Malice stated, then turned around and began walking.

Brushing off the snow that had fallen on him, he set off, using Lord Malice as a bit of a windshield.