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The room was dark. It contained five chairs each with a being within them. However these were no ordianary beings. These were shadows in the force. They were Sith Lords. The masters of the Dark Side. The leader began.

"Welcome my fellow Lords. Our Great Temple here on Almas has finally been built. Here we can be in peace without the Jedi interfering. May this meeting begin. Do any Lords have a subject to discuss.?"

"We have lost our great following, just 150 years ago we had hundreds of thousands of followers now we are down to thousands"

"Such is the way of the dark side."

Rasada would turn to see one of the Sith Lords sitting in his chair, his robe flowing over his body, filled with the dark side of the Force. So much that it seemed to suck in the very light itself from around him. It was made in such a way that it gave him more protection than ordinary Sith Robes, and from the aura about him, increased his power. Looking at the other lords of this order through the slit of the mask that hid his face, he began to speak.

"The dark side is full of treacherous paths and turns, it often consumes those not strong enough to take its power. However, it also gives us a chance, an opportunity. The Jedi do not suspect our Order still exists, and they are distracted, confused, focused on other problems in the galaxy. If we bide our time, calling Force Adepts to us, we can build our Order into a truly magnificent power, forcing aside Jedi or any being else who stands in our way. We will need to have some kind of support, however. Do any of you know of nations which can provide us with converts, material and troops? We will need these in case we fall under attack."

"My sith brethren, I will continue to search for suitable planets if no one has found a suitable one, and suitable allies to our new order."

"My lords please." Darth Kilont the Dark Lord of the Sith rose up. "Settle down. Speak one at a time so we may understand each other. Now we only have about 2,000 Sith followers. The Jedi have many more. I agree with Darth Rilven. We should remain hidden from the Jedi untill we are strong enough to openly confront them. But that doesn't mean that we should not gain followers. We need more Sith. That is a fact that we all know. Do any Lords know of any way to gain followers."

"By amazing the locals with our powers, its simple as that, show them that we are as or more powerful than the jedi and ensure them are protection from the rest of the galaxy.

I personally can heal most people from any wounds even near death ones, I can cure a multitude of diseases with alchemy we can save the locals and act like the G-ds we are."

"Very well. Since the locals already worship us as their gods we could obtain many more followers this way. Darth Rasada will you take responsibility for this mission?"

"fine," he said lazily.

ooc: start a thread for each mission.

"Very well. Also I have learned of a secret Jedi school. I ask you my fellow Lords what shall we do about it?"

"Since we are still few, I suggest that we send spy(ies) into this school to learn about these jedi and to sabotage anything of use to them."

"Agreed. All in favor of sending spies into the Jedi Order?"

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Rilven seemed to stir, as his mask turned in the direction of Kilont, as he listened to him and the other Lords speak. He was astonished at how little his fellow Sith had considered the Jedi threat and the possibilities of what their actions would cause. Then again, he was always one to consider all angles before moving his plans forward. After all, joining this Sith Order was nothing more than part of his plan. But he would keep that to himself, for now. When Kilont had put forth the vote, he shook his head.

"Such an attempt is foolish at best. Any of our trained infiltrators will be sensed by the Jedi due to their dark side presence, as only ourselves and perhaps a few others can cloak themselves in the Force. And those we do send will be hard put to follow the light side teachings. A few may even.....repent and become a Jedi. With our followers being too few as it is, we cannot risk losing the ones we have. I recommend merely sending spies to infiltrate the government structures that protect and house the various Jedi Orders and simply watching them for now, while we focus on building our Order into a grand bastion of Sith might. We also will need an army, a navy, a....nation which we can manipulate or control to protect us and give us what we need. We can gain converts easier that way. I also propose we have a rank established, the Sith Seeker. They will be trained warriors of our Order whom will go out and find converts and bring them to us. With the best subtlety and discretion, of course."

"My mind is changed. I know of such a nation. My home Charzak. The Empire has recently discovered a planet/spacecraft built by a long dead race. We could use this to our advantage."

Rasada watched barely interested in what was going on, instead he ate an apple enjoying it.

Kilont saw Rasada. He grabbed the apple in the force and crushed it. "I just cleaned."

Rasada raised an eyebrow before pulling out another apple."On my planet apples are extremely valuable, they are 1 of the few things we can actually taste on this forsaken universe of ours. So stealing another individuals apple has punishments of death and torture. You try it again and you will soon have yourself a very big problem...Besides we don't waste a single bit of such a precious thing as an apple."

Kilont laughed "I apologize. On my planet apples are considered dirty and disgusting. We go out of our way to smash them. The apple trees on our planet of been extinct for well... long before we reached the stars. Since my race is one of the oldest (rp speaking not really) I can assure you that is a long time."

Rilven almost could not believe what he was experiencing. He was amongst an order of Sith, one that could quite possibly rise to greatness and power beyond anything seen in recent years....and two of the Sith Lords on the ruling Council were fighting over a fracking apple? He held his rising anger in check, using it instead to fuel what he was about to say and keep it controlled. Perhaps he had been mistaken in joining this Order. If this was how they were to act, he was not going to be party to it. He stood, gathering their attention and focused his cold attention on Rasada and Kilont.

"I cannot believe I must be the one to say this, but this has got to be the most pathetic scene I have witnessed. You both are Sith Lords, mighty users in the arts of the Dark Side. And you are both bickering over a Force-blighted APPLE!" His fists clenched as blood pumped through him and his anger fueled him further. "We are here to decide how best to handle the future of this Order and how to rebuild ourselves, not bickering like some pathetic Jedi over a foodstuff. There are darker forces out there whom put us to shame in their power and capability for the dark side of the Force. They have razed worlds, enslaved countless innocents and brought numerous Jedi to their knees. They have even cowed a certain Jedi Order several times. If we do not focus on strengthening ourselves, they may find us....and they will conquer us with naught but a breath, if we are to easily bicker over apples. If this Council will not discuss the matters at hand, I will simply take my leave. I have many other things I must attend to if my time is to be wasted like this."

"Sit down now! What would you do if you left? The Jedi would surely find you. The only reason they havn't already is because this planet is steeped in the Dark Side. I admit that this is foolish. We should concentrate on when we should strike in our war."

ooc: Most votes went for going to war with the Jedi so if you don't like it too bad. You should have voted.

( Rasada is like ryuk from DeathNote, he is ancient in all aspects of the word, 45000 years old in human years. Ralkovians age like humans do but at an extremely slow rate each millenia is like a year of growth to a ralkovian, ralkovians also have extremely long life span of about 200,000 years. Ralkovians have little or no tastebuds and apples are on of the only things ralkovians can taste)

Rasada finished eating the apple before going back to business,"I suggest we get a droid army at least. Then we can work on getting followers, we might even be able to enslave a planet or two. A few of my contacts in the banking clan can get me a few hundred thousand droids."

"My home can provide us with an army. I used to hold great sway in the government I am sure I can influence the Emporer and put us in high places with them."

(Since rasada lives so long, he is a man of long term thinking, he can do short term but he focuses on the best plan no matter how long it takes.)

"Well the jedi will notice that your government is mobilizing and it won't be the jedi that respond but the senates armies instead," Rasada said."I am an expert in hiding my force signature and after almost a thousand years of training even the despicable yoda wouldn't be able to tell if I sat right next to him, I say we enter the senate and gain sway there, I would like to get hold of the ralkovian senator, he is a hive brother of mine, he can put me right in the senate."

OOC: Um, I didn't know there was a poll. And I should think my choice was reflected through Rilven. Also, Ralkovia, seriously, him being able to do that to Yoda? That is just plain ridiculous.

IC:

Rilven sighed. He should have known this would be an impossible venture. It would seem his Master had been right; the Sith of this day and age were weak fools whom only spat on the past glories and might of their ancestry with their blunt attempts at greatness. Turning to the "Dark Lord", he spoke. "The Jedi find me? I think you highly mistaken. It is not this planet that has hidden us; it has merely kept the Jedi away. They do not like such places and only come here if attracted by Sith enemies or the Force. I have come here without the knowledge of the Jedi and I can leave without their knowledge. It is really quite simple. As for gathering armies, I will say again that this is a bad idea. The Jedi are divided, yes, but the different Orders are often part of and housed by great nations in space. They have mighty armies, fleets, and commanders. We only have our Order, still weakened, and we have to resort to finding armies for us. We would have to rely on the economies and power of these nations, and some of the Jedi have massively powerful nations supporting them. This will only reveal yourselves and expose the Order to their attacks."

He heard the Ralkovian speak and turned to look at him in contempt, once again hidden by his mask. "I find your claim of hiding yourself from Yoda laughable, Rasada. I can see my place is not here. I will return to my quarters. I am of no use in this 'war council' and I will not stomach such claims being stated here." Turning, he left the room and headed for his quarters in the complex. He had some thinking to do and didn't want to have it disrupted by these fools.

Watching the continuous back and forthness of the talks. Zxero sighed, The Sith were bickering like they always did in these situations and one had even started to put forth outright lies he could tell even if he did not know what this yoda was. He turned to watch as Rilven left the meeting room. Figuring that nothing else of great importance was going to happen with one of the greatest powers in the room gone. He also got up and headed towards his quarters, wondering if he should send spies into the various jedi orders even without the permission of his fellow lords...

(Arrogance and showing off, but it is feasible to fool yoda from far away after 1000 years of experience suppressing your force signal, by the way rasada only acts like a fool, he was also slightly cut off from the force by Yoda as punishment for his betrayal of the jedi to the sith and dark jedi. If he was serious or angry he could probably destroy a planet or two with force crush, of course being almost entirely cut off from the force he doesn't have the energy to do that.)

Rasada grinned,"Every party has a pooper and thats why we invited you," he said.

Kilont turned to the remaining members. "I see that insubordination has finally reached us. Shall we teach them a lesson they shall not soon forget?"

Rilven walked through the corridors, his aura projecting an intense field of anger and contempt. Those whom came close to him were quick to give him a wide berth as he went. No one wanted to even be in the same hallway as an angry Sith Lord. Rilven was angry at the fact he had wasted valuable time on this "Council" and at the deterioration of the Sith. His former master had been right, she had done well to try and recover artifacts to ensure the Sith could rise above such filth. He soon arrived at his quarters, where two of his own guards stood at attention. Dressed in protective black armor, they wielded staffs that served as double-bladed lightsabers. They were trained in the Force and even had stealth-generators. They saluted when Rilven came into view.

"Begin preparations to leave. We are not staying here any longer. Take everything important out of the quarters. Leave anything else there." He spoke to them quietly and they nodded. They went inside and quickly packed up the sparse belongings the Sith Lord had brought with him. They returned, each with a bag. Rilven waved for them to follow and proceeded to head down to the lower levels of the complex, where the entrance was.

The guards at the entrance stepped forth to ask their business but Rilven waved them aside, fuddling their minds to not care what he was doing. They swiftly left the building and headed down to the spaceport that had been set up for secret flights of the Order. There was a small fighter, the personal one belonging to Rilven. It was large enough to fit the two guards and Rilven. Stashing the bags in the fighter, Rilven and the guards powered up the ship and moved it out of the spaceport and into open space.

Once far enough from the planet, Rilven activated the hyperdrive and the stars become lines as they shot away from the planet. It would be two hours of uncomfortable travel until the fighter came out of hyperspace to appear near a massive ship, which bristled with weaponry and fighters. The fighters were on patrol and swerved to attack formation until they recognized the code Rilven was broadcasting. He was escorted into the hangar, where he left the guards to bring his belonging to his quarters. He made his way up to the bridge, where Captain Deschel was standing. Turning, he saluted Rilven.

"It's a pleasure to see you again, milord. How is the Order?"

"Not worth my time, Captain. Take us to the Library, Captain. I need to speak with her."

The Captain's eyes widened but he nodded and bowed, before giving the order. The fighters were recalled and the hyperdrive powered up. Within moments, the ship vanished from that area of space, heading to an unknown location only Rilven knew of.

Kilont's comm blinked.
"My lord, the homing beacon on Rilven's ship has been activated. We are tracking him."
"Very good."
The Dark Lord turned to the Council.
"Let us find where he is going my friends. Then we shall destroy all that are there. What say you?!"

After leaving the council room Zxero continued to his room. After grabbing the few items there(saber parts, old droid parts) he tapped ZETO(A hk droid, currently in translator phase). "Its time to go ZETO, this council was a waste of time, it seems we will have to do this alone. You get the ship warmed up. I have one more thing to do." Said Zxero as he bounded out the door, double checking his lightsaber as he headed towards the library, slightly force pushing anyone that was in his way.

OOC: The Library is a specific place, and only Rilven knows of it. If you have access to the tracking information,then you can follow him. Otherwise, its impossible.

OOC: Well after my post, I wasn't sure.

occ: just reviewed your post, sorry about that confusion, but Zxero is still on the council planet.

IC
Zxero continued towards the planet's library, hoping that his fellow sith had not removed it yet.

At last he found the entrance to the library, noting the guards. He stepped through the entrance way and advanced towards the center of the room.

Zxero finally found it, one of the remaining Ancient Aith Holocron, quickly dispatching the guards, he moved towards the central area that held the Holocron up...

"Not so fast Zxero."
Kilont spoke in his loud booming voice.
"I will give you 5 seconds to stand down."

"Or?" Said Zxero as he switched on his green lightsaber

"Times up."
Kiont launched a blast of lightning at Zxero (ooc:which is it Zxero or Jxero)

ooc: do you want to just start a different thread?

occ oops sorry about that, Jxero is a different fiduse, should really have made their names less similar.

Zxero, blocked the lightning blast from Kiont, then proceded to send his own bolt back at him(/her).

OOC: Do you want me to create a different thread for the chase of Rilven?

ooc: yeah i think it would be easier. sorry Kilont is a male Charzakian.

Kilot actvated his lightsabers and absorbed the lightning on them he rushed forward striking high with one blade and low with the other.

noting the lightsaber form Kilot was using Zxero switched between several different ones he had picked up over the years trying to confuse his opponent. All the while watching the little green light on his gantlets.

The lightsabers cut through Zxero's body. One blade took off his head while the other removed his legs.
"You should have blocked."

OOC: Thread is here. Feel free to post arrival and please tell me what ships you have in there.

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=14221079#post14221079