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The galaxy would never be quite the same. Worlds decimated... systems crippled. Whole species reeling after the latest war.

That mattered little to Barberous. He had been too busy perfecting his plan as best he and his Masters could. >We have five planets completed. But this work will literally take decades to complete. Perhaps centuries if we cannot boost our numbers.<

"I know Aurous. I know all too well. But this war has helped us. It has rid the galaxy of several force strong areas. Including the Shadowlands, which was unfortunate, because of it's sheer magnitude of power. It would be taken care of as well. It is one less planet to prepare."

>Yes, Lord Barberous.< the gold Commander Elite responded, going back to reading a status report from Courscant...


...Moving among the deepest levels of Courscant, the team of Sith Elite forced the unnamed creatures that lived in these depths back with spotlights and sonic screamers. The ones that braved those were cut down by lightsabers.

Stepping from the beasts and into the light, looking as iff no beast had even touched him, the faceless Seer gazed at the others and the progress. He approached a very Yoda like man, who in fact was as dark as Yoda was light. >Very good, Master Banak. We shall soon be able to move on to another world...<

"This is good. If we stay here among these beasts, soon the Sith above will feel us. Perhaps Palpatine himself... if he does sense us, he will try and capture us, or perhaps simply slay us."

>Death matters not. Only the Force matters...<

"Not if Lord Barberous is successful." the small green Sith Master answered, turning back to his work.

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It took four days to finish the preparations and the defenses for the device, which took up the better part of three levels of the building. Banak stepped out last and hit a signal switch, then a code, then the switch again. "No one enter the facility again, if you wish to leave this metal planet alive."

>We're leaving. The longer we are in Core space, the more likely we are to become suspicious.<

The transport was a stolen cargo skiff that carried them up for what seemed like hours. Soon, lights were seen. Then civilization. Then the industrial levels and then... the stars. Skimming along in one of the traffic patterns, the 'flatbed' skiff left the whole team open to the sight of the people. Eight dark cloaked figures and a work crew of thirty, all kept in place by the artificial gravity the 'bed' created.

Banak looked up at one of the other figures in cloaks. "Apprentice Vargas, you have something of imprtance to say?"

The pale skinned, red eyed woman with spce black hair nodded. "I do. Masters... what is Lord Barberous's plan? If I am to help... should I not know?"

Sparta, the Master who was almost entirely made up of the Dark Side of the Force turned to look at her. He spoke through the force as he had no form and no face to speak of under his cloaks. >Lord Barberous plans to bring a lasting balence to the galaxy. Not this back and forth war that has lasted as long as the Jedi and the Sith have waged war.<

"How?" was the only question she could think of.

Banak supplied the answer. "Imagine the effect a yslamari has on a Force user... now amplify that same effect over an entire planet. Barberous cannot rid the galaxy of the Force. But he can rob the Jedi and the Sith of new blood. There were six teams on this planet. We are the last to leave..."

Sparta enjoyed the look of pure shock on the normally composed apprentice's face, though he did not show any amusement at it. Now was not the appropriate time for lessons in control.

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