Outcasts amoung Oucasts

Darth Cimil · Outcasts amoung Oucasts

[ This is basicaly a story of how a young and arrougaunt Dark Adept who feels betrayed by the sith council plans to ovverun the Sith council. I can't do a good post right this second so just make a quick post if you with to join.]

Lord Legacy · k

I will join

High Inquisitor Gra'tua

Count me in.

Darth Malice

I'll join as well.

Major General Celestial · in

Im in

Darth Cimil

[Wow, already more than I expected. Ok, just a warning this RP is going to take a while to develop. There are two groups. Oucasts like Cimil, who wish to take over, and masters who are trying to keep the young sith under control. This is going to start in the mess hall, you don't really have to start there but thats where I am.]

Cimil walked down the hall, hatred and anger pouring out of him. How dare they he thought. How dare they humiliate me like that. So what if he had killed another student in a duel? The weak didn't deserve to be here. A Twi'lek quickly got out of his way as he marched down the passageway.

"Our numbers dwindle." He quoted master Suoa, making his voice high and pompous.

"We need to return to strength, and we can't do that if your killing our trainees." Cimil turned a corner, knocking a startled Rodian to the ground. We can't do that with you on the Sith council. Cimil turned another corner.

This passageway opened up into a vast chamber. Several tables filled the room. Bowls and baskets contained many foods. Cimil appraoched a table with a empty spot and sat himself down, knocker over the glass of a man next to him. Viciously he grabbed a plate and began serving himself dinner. Muttering a string of curses as he did so.

Supreme Commander Alor

[[Eh, I'll join, if you'd like your Master to be involved...]]

Lord Legacy · k

((I think me Marix and Grat'ua would be the ones your trying to overcome since we are the higher ranking Siths in this RP))

Darth Malice

[Thanks for casting a Master aside. I must have missed it by one rank huh?]

Malice stood along the narrow catwalk that overlooked the entire mess decks. His arms were folded and his face was serious. He had noticed that some students had brought an ego into the academy. Some of them believed there were many weak students that didn't belong among the ranks of the Sith. Malice had felt that exam same thing when he first arrived on Kroprulu. It was then that his eyes were truly opened.

Lord Legacy · k

((I apoligize malice I didnt see your post, its your choice))

Major General Celestial · w

Relak walked across the halls of the academy, troubled, angry, and relentless.

(I will be an apprentice like Cimil if you wish.)

Isaah

[I'd like to join, but I'd like to be an apprentice who's siding with the masters, instead of trying to rebel against them, if I may.]

High Inquisitor Gra'tua

Gra'tua stood in the mess hall watching the younglings as they feasted. He felt the anger of many and the strengthening force power within them all. As he strode through the area, looking every so often at a particular student, he made his way to a small area where the faculty would get something to drink. As he filled a small glass with a red liquid he turned back to the tables, a surprisingly troubled youth was among them,Cimil. He thought to himself as he watched this one with particular interest.

Darth Malice

Malice gracefully made his way down the spiraling staircase that would take him to the mess deck. He slowly walked among the tables the students were now sitting at. He could sense thousands of emotions amongst the naive men and women seated in this great hall. He could remember his feelings the first day he sat at one of these tables, only an adept himself, but it had been different. He had known there was so much to learn and that there were numerous beings here that would be able to help him tap into this knowledge. He was grateful to the numerous Sith that had helped him along the way and now.....now he could feel the arrogance of many. Many who believed they already believed they had what it took to become a Master. It sickened him. They would learn. Whether it be willingly......or otherwise.

He noticed a fellow Master, Darth Gra'tua, across the way, making his way to the head table where instructors were seated. He slowly followed in suit and took a seat next to him. He had spoken with Gra'tua on numerous occasions and he felt him to be a truly gifted Sith and was grateful he had come to know him.

"You can almost smell the ill-will in this room. When did the truly grateful student die? When did this feeling of superiority develop amongst their ranks? Do they not know they must work together? Of course their will be certain beings that will stand out and grow to more noble heights, but I believe now that there is a place in the Sith Empire for the strong....and the not so strong." Malice felt his anger rising and realized it was pointless. They would all learn to respect one another.

Major General Celestial · r

Relak ran to Cimil, his fellow sith companion.

"The council dont know what they are talking about. We have to make sacrifices of the weak to get strong."

Relak made a fist with his right hand.

High Inquisitor Gra'tua

Gra'tua nodded as he took the information in, Malice had grown in to a wise Sith during his time here and the Inquisitor was glad to have him at his side."You are right, but do not burden yourself with their feelings. It does not matter how they feel as long as they learn their place, it depend on them when they are able to become a Master, not us. When they are ready we will promote, some will take longer than others but thats how the dice roll." He said as he took a small drink from his glass.

"Well on to a lighter subject, how have you been my old friend?" He asked calmly as he kept a watchful eye on Cimil, a companion just joining him, going by the name of Relak.

Lord Legacy · k

Legacy walked up to malice and Gratu'a who were speaking and and said "Hows it going old friends?" He saw them watching a few apprentices one being his own Relak. He was speak to Cimil, who had just gone through so major discipline earlier in the day.

Darth Malice

Malice acknowledged Lord Legacy as he approached. He respected the newly introduced Lord, though he didn't know much about him. Malice sat easy in his chair, listening to Gra'tua's words.

"Things are well my friend. As you both know, the Empire is under a drastic change and with such change brings reevaluation." Bane's eyes followed the two students as they conversed. He could easily feel the emotions flowing through them.

Gabriel turned his attention back to Gra'tua, easing into a more comfortable mood. "It seems as though we are sitting in the presence of a Lord turn apprentice." His voice was light, joking, but a smile wouldn't dare spread itself across his face. His eyes fell on Lord Legacy now seated next to him. "Congratulations on your acceptance into the Royal Guard. I'm sure you will make a worthy guard of our great Emperor."

Isaah

Isaah sat, quietly and calmly, by himself in the far corner of the mess hall. His lifeless, stone-cold eyes glared towards the crowd of filth before him, his back to the cold wall behind him, his body nearly completely enshrawled in shadows and darkness, his face completely entrenched in blackness. He took a final sip from his cup, a meager cup of simple design, before letting it fall to the table before him. The roar of the people all around him was aggravating, atleast to himself, and Isaah wore a smug grin, his teeth grit behind slightly parted lips.

Supreme Prophet Praxeum

OOC: I will join, but instead of what you might think, I will be with the apprentices. By themselves they stand no chance, but with a Dark Lord of the Sith things will get intresting. How about I made a deal with the apprentices that I will help them take out the rest of the council and the Emperor if they place me as Emperor.

Lord Legacy · k

((happy to have you Lord Praxeum))

Legacy smiled at Malice's comments and said "Thank you Malice, I feel that no matter what rank you achieve there is always more to learn and to learn sometimes you have to be the apprentice"

Legacy then turned back to the apprentices and said " There is alot of negative energies and thoughts radiating off those two, I believe a sharp eye is needed to keep those two in line"

Darth Cimil

Cimil glanced up as Relak approached. "Exactly, the Sith will never be strong as long as the weak are among us." Cimil grabbed the student next to him by the shoulder, and pulled off of the table. He then motioned for Relak to sit in the now empty spot.

Relak sat down, grabbing the drink leaft in the previously inhabited spot. After a few moments Cimil spoke again, lowering his voice to a whisper.

"They don't trust us you know, none of them."

Isaah

Isaah, whom was somewhat close to Cimil, snickered abit, and it was obvious to all that he was laughing at that statement. As if he teleported, Isaah was standing, leaning on the table across from the two apprentices, his hands hitting the table with a furious strength, instantly silencing the room, "Right now, the weak in our ranks are the apprentices. You have no concept of what they're capable of; you're head-strong, and cocky. I admit, I am as well, but atleast I'm not stupid enough to go against those who promise us power." he said with a commanding tone, a grin curving across his lips as he paused, standing upright, arms crossed.

"And maybe the reason they don't trust you is because they're standing right over there, listening to your conversation." he said cockily as he turned and began to walk away.

Darth Cimil

Several retorts ran through Cimil's mind, but he bit his lip. The last thing he needed to do was start a fight with a master. For nearly a minute he merely sat there, knowing that all eyes were upon him. Suddenly he upended the table. Cimil turned, and began walking, ignoring all of the other apprentices.

"Oh, poor ittle Cimil, he had a fit." This was followed by laughter. He didn't even have to look to know who it was. Gredeh, a Rodian and Cimil's most hatted classmate.

"Whats the matter Cimil? Hound got your tongue?" Abruptly Cimil grabbing the Rodian by his throat. Most of the laughter died out.

"I could end your life right now, you know that? I could." Cimil's fingernails dug into Gredeh's throat. For an instant, Cimil really felt like doing it, but feeling the master's eyes upon him, he let gredeh go and leaft for his room.

High Inquisitor Gra'tua

Gra'tua stood abruptly in the middle of the conversation, acknowlging Legacy's arrival."I will return." He said coldly as the dark side started to flow through him, he made his way twords Cimil rather quickly, stopping the young apprentice in his tracks with a powerful force grip."You know I could end your life right now? I could." He said coldly repeating the apprenteces earlier statement."Cimil, your actions will be reviewed today by the faculty, we will judge your fate in this empire. Do you have anything you wish to say on your behalf before I let you exit?" He asked inquisitivly as he tighten the hold on the apprentices chest.

Darth Cimil

Cimil's hand quickly twitched towards his saber, but he thought better of it. Grudgingly he stated

"Yes, Master" he swallowed before continuing "I have acted against our empire, and threatened to crack our already fragile empire" He had a dull tone, as he repeated the speech he had recited many times before.

Darth Malice

Malice had already risen to his feet as Gra'tua pardoned himself. He was growing tired of 'certain' students in the academy. Lately, he felt himself growing in anger of their arrogance. Not that the trait wasn't useful, but it had it's time and place and it was not among the ranks of students, none of which knew true power.

His eyes watched the display lazily, his mind knowing Gra'tua could more than handle the situation on his own. He felt sorry for any student who dared stand against any of the Masters of this Academy. He knew the day was not far off, as the feelings of various students had grown in numbers and in aggression as of late. For now, he would enjoy the meal before him. Before he turned back to his food though, he tilted his head towards Legacy.

"Were we ever that ignorant? Were we ever that naive?" His voice was smooth and cold. He wasn't really looking for an actual answer, but rather admitting that this would one day boil over and chaos would be inevitable.

High Inquisitor Gra'tua

Gra'tua threw the apprentice twords the wall as he finished the speech."Do not give me some useless speech that means nothing. I know your words are spilled easily and if you wish to draw your saber, now is the time, for you will never get another chance." He scolded him as he watched the apprentice rise to his feet.

Darth Cimil

Again Cimil felt his anger flare. He truly felt like drawing his saber, but not yet. A time would come later. Cimil leaft for his room, without turning back. In that instant, something had changed. The gears in his mind began working. He was concocting a plan.

High Inquisitor Gra'tua

As the apprentice left his sight, he strode back to the two he had left, the eyes of the mess hall all on him."Get back to your meals." He snapped as the mess turned quickly and started to eat. As he reached the table he bowed his head, taking his seat soon afterword to begin eating."I will deal with Cimil, do not burden yourselves with him." He said calmly as he lifted his glass to his lips before taking a sip.

Isaah

Isaah had returned back to his seat after starting up that entire situation. He wore a smug grin, and was now completely by himself, his arms crossed over his chest, relaxing against the wall to his back, his lifeless black eyes piercing into those whom passed by, like daggers of pure ice. He noticed the masters who stood by themselves, and he grinned abit after what Gra'tua had done to Cimil, before taking a sip from the remainder of a cup on his table.

Supreme Prophet Praxeum

Waiting though the hallways of the Apprentice Faculty, the Dark Lord of the Sith, Praxeum, stood shrowed in the shadows. Through his years at the Church, he had forseen this day coming and now his final plan was coming to fruition. In tuned with the Force, he could sense everything going on in this building the apprentices chatting about things that had no relavance, the masters scolding them for things that no longer matter, and then the one thing that mattered to Praxeum right now, a young apprentice named Cimil walking his way. His booming voice was hushed to a whisper into the mind of the young Sith saying.

"You have great power, but you have been hindered. You see the true path, but it is hidden from you. Let your emotions rise to the surface, do not hold back. Many shall join your cause, if only the masters suffer."

Grand Inquisitor Prognie

(( I'll join as a devil's advocate. ))

Prognie sat in his darkened office, light or darkness didn't matter very much when ones eyes always saw the universe as a large black void. His hands went over the braille letters of an inquisitors report, he smirked, the foolish attempts to destroy their enemies were met with failure. He would dispose of the inquisitor, he did not want failure in his ranks and to preserve the empire he couldn't have fools within his ranks.

A vibration hit him slightly, raising his head he looked at the large door, using the force he turned the lights on in his office. The door opened revealing a middle aged man, in his hands he carried a stack of reports and on his face he wore an even larger smile. While the sith lord couldn't see it, the feeling and emotion was emanating from him in the force. "Sit Tore, you seem to have something interesting to reveal," Prognie's voice was cold yet interested.

"Yes, mi'lord, I do carry some interesting bit of information for you." the voice carried interest as well as intimidation. Sitting down he laid the files on Prognie's desk and then sat back. "As you know the lower adepts and apprentices have grown a bit... rebellious?" there was a pause before he said the final word. He had searched for the best term to use in this situation.

"Ah, so they have" the voice carried softly as Prognie thought of what he could do with the situation. "You understand how well this could play out for us on both sides, yes?" the man before Prognie nodded sagely. "Very well, find me someone who will carry the adepts contempt to new heights. Also prepare a report to the Emperor about this, if we do this right, there will be benefits on all sides." Prognie's smile was wicked, the sith lord would play the game just right and he would have all sides in the palm of his hands.

Darth Cimil

Cimil paused as the words ran through his head. He had liked them but, who had it been? Concentrating, he searched the force. "Who was that? Show yourself."

Lord Legacy · k

Legacy smiled at Gratu'a and said "I thought you were gonna take that boy's life and he deserved it. I know a little part of you wanted him to draw his saber so you cut him down"

High Inquisitor Gra'tua

"To true, but I believe his inability to cope with our rules is farther down the chain of command. I believe someone in this Empire is fueling his mind with the ambition to rebel." He spoke coldly about Cimil, but continued to keep a cheerful tone around his peers.

Darth Malice

Malice listened to Gra'tua and Legacy's conversation, but his eyes followed the young student Cimil, as he left the room and disappeared from sight.

"I feel the same. As if there's something else.....fueling the fire. These feelings that are noticed among many of the students can't be without reason. They have to know they wouldn't stand a chance against a True Sith. We must keep our attentions on this."

Supreme Commander Alor

Darth Marix, the Grand Admiral of the Sith Imperial Navy, sat calmly at his desk in the Military HQ. It was more of a command center, than an office. Designed to give him the absolute command if a battle ever occurred that his skills were required when he was here.

He sat at his desk, doing the one thing that he hated about this job, paperwork. Signing off on repairs, constructions, training, missions, patrols, and more. He would much rather be on the bridge of his SSD commanding it into battle, but someone needed to do the paperwork...

As he added his "OK" to the last document, he was already planning his next course of action, dinner. Encrypting his files and locking his office, he left the HQ and headed for the Sith Mess Hall. While he could have opted to eat in the HQ Mess Hall, he decided to visit some of his fellow Sith, who were gathered in the Main Hall for their food, of any kind.

He entered the long hallway that led to the gathering place. Keeping a sharp lookout for stray apprentices and adepts, he made his way to the food. As he entered the chamber, he felt tension in the air. He had felt stress when he first entered the building, but that was expected. This was a training facility for many hopefuls, but some of those hopefuls failed, and the stress they created was left behind in the air. But this, this room, was filled with something more recent and darker, and also familiar. Cimil had been here, creating trouble, yet again. Marix had dealt with the young Sith-Adept before, on his last adventure of disruption and chaos. He needed to learn, that one did. Marix only feared that his lesson would be too much and kill him. While Marix agreed that disruptions should be dealt with accordingly, the Sith numbered few, and needed to work together to stay strong.

During his reverie into his own mind, he had continued towards the main dais. Seated around it were the higher ranking Sith, such as Masters Malice and Gra’tua, or Lord Legacy. Picking an empty seat near the three of them, he looked at the food spread out before him. Picking what he liked from the buffet in front of him, he began to ingest it. Pausing in his meal, he greeted his comrades and asked:

"Exactly what just happened here? I sense a disturbance in the air, with Cimil’s touch lingering in it. I take it he is up to the old tricks again, which is not helped by his act of recent murder…"

Royal Guardsman Zeram

((Would it be too late for me to join?))

High Inquisitor Gra'tua

[[No you may join, just create a starting post. Also Marix, Cimil did not kill another student, well not yet.]]

Lord Legacy · k

Legacy saw Marix apporach and sit down and listened to his question and responded "Yes, Cimil threatned to kill another apprentice and Gratu'a delt with him and almost had to come to drawing his saber but Cimil thought better. He is so much trouble that one, he needs to be taught a lesson in discipline one that will hurt him deeply"

Royal Guardsman Zeram

A sigh of relief exhaled from the Sith Master’s mouth as he looked out the window of a Sith planetary shuttle to find that they were about to land. It had been quite sometime since the Sergeant at Arms got to take a break from work and come back to Korriban; a feeling of melancholy had followed him ever since he left the place. Korriban, ironic as it is, always harbored a place of friendship and unity for the Sith Master, a place just to be with people like him. Usually you won’t find anyone excited to see an ocean of sand and deadly lizards, but this was always different for Zeram.

The Ship came down in a graceful swerve, and then lightly plopped itself onto the platform. Darth Zeram stood up and got out of his seat, walking through the middle of the ship and exited through the ramp on the side. As soon as he was off board he gazed into the blazing sun, it’s red and yellow swirl almost made him forget that the temple was right next to him. The Sith Master quickly snapped out of it and turned to the temple entrance, a feeling of happiness surged from his body. He began walking to the door when he began to sense some trouble within the force, something was not right. His smooth walking pace became a little more rushed as he entered the building. To what he could see, nothing had happened, but to what he could feel, he knew there was an unordinary amount of pressure and anger around here. Though it was expected for Sith to be angry and frustrated, but not like this.

The Sith Master followed the source to the mess hall, where he could sense the presence of a few old comrades and bunch of angry dimwitted children. Zeram entered the lunch room and a smile crawled upon his mangled and scarred face as he saw Inquisitor Gra ‘tua, Darth Malice, Lord Legacy, and Grand Admiral Marix.

The Royal Guardsman gave them all a bow and then spoke saying, “Hello my Lord and fellow Masters, how is everyone?"

Lord Legacy · k

Legacy smiled as he saw his old friend and said "Oh nothing much, just dicussing how we are going to teach a rebel apprentice a lesson he wont forget, any ideas"

Isaah

"I can help you out there." Isaah said in a smooth, calming tone, as if appearing from nowhere, now standing behind the Lords and Masters. He bowed accordingly, but only slightly, as he grinned abit, "I'm obviously not as experienced as yourselves.." he began in a whisper, trying not to draw attention to himself, ".. but I'm more than willing to quiet this apprentice rebellion. I'd rather live than die at the hands of my superiors."

Lord Legacy · k

Legacy amused by the apprentice's eargeriness and asked "And how do you plan to achieve this, Isaah?"

Isaah

"I have an idea, but I'd rather not discuss it's.. methods in the public." Isaah said with a shrug, his fingers subtly pointing around at the crowd of apprentices in the mess hall. "Just allow me to try something out, but know that I'm loyal to my superiors, even if what I do doesn't seem like I'm on you side." he finished with a very smooth wink, as if trying to get Legacy to understand his misdirecting plot without words.

Supreme Prophet Praxeum

Through the force, Praxeum spoke a very simple message to the apprentice.

"I am all you hold dear. I am the fire which burns through your soul. And I am the key to your salvation. Go, and do what I have set forth."

Then the Supreme Prophet waited within the shadows for the perfect time to exit.

Grand Inquisitor Prognie

Tore moved through the halls almost as silently and gracefully as a cool breeze. Turning into a series of hallways he found the one he was searching for. There was no one around him, he was alone and that was perfect. Prognie wanted him to find the source of the contempt and this young man was it.

Moving forward toward the boy he caught him by the shoulder almost by surprise, lowering his head to the man's ear he whispered, "You wish to teach your masters a lesson? If so, then come with me and I will show you to the one that can help you." The man added his own force touch on Cimil's mind, the boy was going up against the Empire's strongest warriors, if he wanted to teach them a true lesson he needed the assistance from a man who was stronger.

Darth Cimil

Cimil had been caught slightly off gaurd, but the man's message had got across to him. "Very well, show the way."

The man walked away, and Cimil followed keeping his hand by his saber all the way

Supreme Commander Alor

[[Actually, if you read his first posts, it says that he had killed a fellow apprentice]]

Marix watched as Zeram entered the hall. He had been away from the Empire, or at least its capital, for quite a while. Marix greeted him with a nod before returning to his food. As he munched upon his dinner, another apprentice; this one more calm, loyal, and obedient, approached Lord Legacy.

Interested in what this apprentice, named Isaah, had to say, Marix paid attention to him as he spoke. He was willing to side with the Lords and Masters against any rebellious activity by his fellow students. How strange and loyal.

As Isaah finished his double-speak, Marix cleared his throat. Gaining the attention of those he wished it from, he spoke.

"I suggest that we convene elsewhere. Say, the Military HQ later this evening. There we shall have the proper tools, security, and quiet that we will need. Then we shall plan how to properly deal with this rebel, while not seeming to. I will make a roster with yourselves, stating some story about us going off to test your command abilities or something, for a little while, when in reality, we are closer than possible. Ideas? Comments? Concerns?"

Royal Guardsman Zeram

Darth Zeram listened to each of them intently and found himself in a whole new world of confusion and conspiracy. Each one of them had something useful to say, but what really caught his ear was what Admiral Marix had to say. His plan was valid and good, but something was off, something else needed to happen before the Admiral’s plan should be put in place.

“Though I do agree with Grand Admiral Marix’s plan, I think it would be wise to warn the guard of a possible riot or assassination,” he said with seriousness in his voice.

Lord Legacy · k

"Yes I agree Marix, my only concern is do you believe Cimil can rally other Lords and masters to his cause?" Legacy said with concern

Grand Inquisitor Prognie

When the young man agreed he smiled and began to walk down the corridor quickly as possible leading him to another part of the temple. The temple was large, it was nothing short of amazing and the greatest lords had been trained here, even Prognie himself.

When Tore reached a room he made sure no one was around before entering and allowing Cimil to follow behind him. When Ciimil entered the room Tore locked the door and moved away. There in the shadows was Prognie, turning around to face the young man he crept forward out of the darkness and into a dim light shining in the center of the room. "Welcome young one, I have heard whispers of the murder you committed. I was rather pleased and surprise to hear this seeing as the rules here normally do not fair well against such things. But here you are, alive and well but by no luck. You seem to have a huge hatred for your masters and their foolish followers, a hatred i understand well." Moving closer to Cimil he placed his cane on Cimil's eyes forcing him to close them or suffer having them poked by his cane.

"If you reach out you will notice I mean you no harm here, I am simply here to help you. I understand that you will suffer humiliation from the masters, that is how they keep their students in line. But they cannot touch one that beats them to the task. Weakness is not a trait of the Sith, yet ironically it is one many of them carry. You, you do have the strength they lack. The one that urges you to kill those that step in front of you, the strength that drives your hatred that lies in your core. They do not understand that, they are comrades, foolish friends bonded together by a jedi-like friendship."

"But this empire does not need that, and to me you are the beacon of new hope to remove those that are weak. By having more like you the empire has stronger warriors, and that's what holds the empire together. But alas you alone do not have the strength to defeat your oncoming enemies. Ally yourself with someone who does, one who knows everything that happens in this empire, one that can see your great future. Such as now, your enemies are plotting against you and any of those that support you. I know this because I have ears everywhere-" Prognie almost meant that literally, he had managed to infiltrate every secure area of the Empire. He knew what was happening, from the Church to the deepest reaches of the Emperor's throne room. He knew what the Emperor was going to wear before he even stepped outside his room. "This kind of information allows you to stay ahead of them, it will allow you to beat them. And I know just the way to defeat them if you wish for assistance." Prognie awaited Cimil's answer, if the boy allied himself with Prognie he would accomplish his goal, if he did not then Prognie would have the boy killed and remove the possibility of anyone ever knowing Prognie had been here.

Darth Cimil

There was only a second of silence before Cimil answered. "Yes, off course I will ally with you, my lord." Cimil got down on one knee, a sign that he had pledged his alliance with prognie

Darth Malice

Malice listened intently to the conversation taking place around him, his hand lightly clasp around his resting cup. While he listened, his own thoughts and ideas swirled around in the depths of his mind. Something just wasn't right with this situation. There had been plenty of foolish, overconfident, and overly ambitious students and he didn't believe Cimil was above any of the others that had gone before him. Still, however, he felt something stronger, but he found himself at a dead end when searching the entirety of the Force.

"Lords and fellow Masters, if you'd please excuse me. I will join you at Headquarters when the time comes. As for now, however, I have matters to attend to." With that, Malice stood and gave a slight bow to the table and made his way through the now capacity room. He would need time to meditate on this feeling of uncertainty that had somehow found its way to him.

High Inquisitor Gra'tua

[[I did read it, but I must have forgotten.]]

Gra'tua nodded as the information was shared with the members of the table. As he rose, he noticed others departing as well."Call me when you are in need of my presence." He said calmly as he started to leave, he had some things to deal with that involved the Inquisitorius.

Grand Inquisitor Prognie

Prognie smiled, "Excellent, I want you to form a mental list of those that will help you but do not write the names down as that puts your group at risk of being discovered." Prognie moved toward the end of the room where a secret door shot open, "We shall be in contact Cimil, Tore will be your liaison to me. For now stay calm and do not stir trouble, I'll handle those that you should fear the most." With that Prognie walked through the door and it closed and sealed.The door closed well because there was no indication of an opening being there, it was the perfect way to come in and out of the academy without others knowing.

Tore turned to Cimil, "Try to stay low, it will draw your foes out." Smiling Tore walked away from Cimil and out the door unsuspected. Tore was sure that Prognie would insure that the inquisitors did not find the means to intervene, and with a careful eye would misguide the rest of those that wished to intervene as well.

Supreme Prophet Praxeum

The temperate air of Kuat was something Praxeum still had not become used to. Isolated for years on Space Station Scardia, he had hated the weather here when the Empire first moved its capital. But now, standing on the roof of the nearly completed Church of the Dark Side: Capital Chapter, he had to admit it was a beauty to behold. But recent events had fogged his mind of all beauty any world could display.

A year of planning and visions were now set into motion and but no amount of preparing still made one fully ready to set it into motion. But he knew he must, and he knew others already had. His silver comlink shone brightly against the sun as he pushed the button and contacted the Grand Inquisitor on a private, tight-beam frequency. "Is he prepared?"

Major General Celestial · Shadows

Relak lurked into the shadows hoping someone might actually find him. He had listened to the whole conversation without no one noticing.

Grand Inquisitor Prognie

(( Relak, if you're talking about the conversation between Prognie and Cimil that would be unlikely as Prognie is a dark lord and would have easily sensed you. You are an apprentice and don't have the power or knowledge to cloak yourself like that. ))

Prognie walked down the secret corridor, his comlink sounded off so he picked it out from his comlink. He heard Praxeum's voice being emitted from the speakers, waiting for the man to finish he then spoke in his normal deep cold tone, "Cimil is still too inexperienced to do what must be done but as long as we keep those that would kill him off track then he has time to prepare. From what I have already gathered some masters are already gathering to discuss what to do with the situation. They obviously do not want Emperor Shadow getting word of this but alas, that is already too late. These masters meeting is enough reason for investigation, so questioning as well as linking them to other problems will keep them occupied as well as allow cimil to continue on."

Supreme Prophet Praxeum

Praxeum's dark blue outer cloak slammed against the door as he turned to let himself back inside. Noticing a Dark Oracle in a meditative pose, Praxeum used the Force to lighten his footsteps to make himself quieter and shrunk his immense presence in the Force because either would have shaken the young one out of his state. Their were very few people that The Dark Lord of the Sith respected outside of the Church of the Dark Side, and even fewer that he trusted. Darth Prognie was the former. As risky as it was, there was no one else in the Empire more able to help Praxeum reach the throne as he desired.

So, as he walked into his currently chambers until his were finished here, he pressed the button on his comlink again and said "Did you place the evidence to frame them yet?"

Grand Inquisitor Prognie

"Not yet, I need to have them meet for that to be placed on them," Prognie said as he walked. "as long as they gather then we shall strike at them through the shadows the envelope themselves in." The corridor had lead Prognie beneath the ground, tunnels had been constructed in secret by the Inquisitors and Shadow's approval. the tunnels lead him beneath the city and he could get wherever he needed to be. He loved his secrets, it allowed him to be wherever he needed as well as watch whoever he needed to, such was the way of the inquisitor.

Supreme Prophet Praxeum

After looking at his chronometer, the Supreme Prophet walked down the largest of the completed halls and entered the third confrence room. He noticed, but ignored, the holograms of distant high-ranking Prophets and the Prophets here in person as he took his seat in the grandest of the chairs. "Begin." He demanded. But the moment his Prophets started, he turned his attention to Prognie by sending him a message through the Force.

And I assume your resources are well enough to know when they are to meet?

Lord Legacy · k

Legacy removed himself from the table and excused himself from his friends and walked down the many hallways towards his office and quaters and he sensed his apprnetice Relak through the force in the commotion between Gratu'a and Cimil, Relak had slipped away. But Legacy knew Relak and Cimil were friends and wanted some information. So Legacy cloaked himself in the force and stalked Relak untill he was on him and he lunged at him and used the force to give him strength and picked Relak up by the throat and spoke in a wicked voice "Relak, you allegiance with the rebel Cimil is most disturbing. You need to tell me his ploys or you will regret it for the rest of your life" Legacy eyes burned a sick orange as his anger coursed through his veins filling him with Dark Side energy.

Relak started to mutter an excuse but Legacy cut him off and said in a loud booming voice "Im not looking to hear your excuses Relak, I want answers or you will know nothing but pain and anguish, are we clear?"

Grand Inquisitor Prognie

A smile formed on Prognie's lips as the prophet's thoughts were projected into his, "Do you doubt my networks Prophet?" Prognie's words flowed easily from his mind as he projected them the distance toward Praxeum's. The prophet was undoubtedly looking into the future, a tool Prognie had once use himself before discovering that his goals had to be reached with a little initiative.

Darth Cimil

Cimil slipped into his room, half expecting a Sith assasian to be waiting. He secured his door before entering a small side room, barely bigger than a closet. He knelt down on one knee and began to speak in the ancient text. What little light had been in the room was washed away in a dark cloud. The room was then filled with light as a dark figure emerged from nowhere.

"Master, I have done as you ask. It is all playing out as you forsaw. The master are to caught up in preventing a the apprentices from gaining too much power to make a connection." Cimil fell silent, awaiting his true master's reply.

"Good, my apprentice. The master are blind not to realize your sudden surge in the darkside. Yet we must keep them shrouded for just a little longer. I have waited nearly 3000 years for this, we have no room for error." The man broke off, his figure was growing more and more weak. Were as before he could have been a real man, he was now nearly a transparent wisp off smoke.

"It is time, tommarow you will take only your closest companion to the temple. The second you are found to be gone an exact string of actions will then take place. You must be gone no longer than twentyfour hours. When you return you must follow my instructions word for word... As for your friend, Relak I believe his name is, is in danger. You have done well my apprentice, keep it the way." Then the figure melted away into the darkness and light flooded back into the room. Cimil stood and left the room, time to find Relak. It was nearly time now, after three years of waiting, three years after the dramactic event in that cave. It was time, time that the foolish masters learned. And the students become the masters Cimil thought as he strode through the halls.

Isaah

Isaah, whom was calmly standing at an intersection in the hallway, began to walk down the same hall he noticed Cimil to be treading down, save for going the opposite direction. Isaah seemed to be bent over, ever so slightly, in a type of prayer, as he closed in on the young Cimil. His eyes, shrowded in darkness from beneath his hood, darted up and down Cimil. Without thinking, Isaah shoulder-checked Cimil, and due to his physique and balance, sent Cimil stumbling to the side, as Isaah simply continued on his way as if it were nothing; however, his pace slowed, and he secretly wished Cimil would start something of it.

High Inquisitor Gra'tua

Gra'tua was walking down the hall, his robes sliding across the polished floors as he made way twords the offices of the Grand Inquisitor. He had many thoughts on his mind, none of good will. He had been thinking of the troubled youth Cimil and how he should be dealt with, whether it be suspension from the academy or death it's self would be the right punishment.

As he neared the door, he continued to fill his mind in thought of what could be driving the youngling twords this disobedience. Gra'tua came to the door, and stood outside, knocking only twice, he was sure the Grand Inquisitor was aware of his posistion at all times.

[I know, the Grand Inquisitor is not there, but this is just leading up to another thing.]

Major General Celestial · k

Relaks voice was as if it was a wisp. He grabbed at his throat trying to break Legacys hold, but the force was to strong with the Lord.

He thought he was home free after he escaped the conversation, he knew a master like Prognie could sense him, but he did not think they would come after him.

" Tell me, Lord Legacy, what were you when you were young? Did you rebel, or did you follow like a present from the sky. I will tell you nothing, do what you want with me, but I will not betray my loyalty. But tell me, why do the masters not like me? Why do I never be the favor, I am never the one who gets the "special" job, just tell me."

Relaks voice was going away.

Lord Legacy · k

Legacy's eyes glowed orange with rage and he said "It is because you are weak, Relak"

Legacy tightened his grip on his throat and then he smiled and said we will see what becomes of you when I bring you in front of the High Council which is convening soon to discuss Cimil's fate"

Darth Cimil

For one instant, Cimil wanted to lash out at Isaah with all of the power he could. But, his masters words ran through his head and he stopped, straightened up and kept walking. After about two minutes of walking he came across a Legacy and Relak. Quickly he ducked behind a wall. He could hear every word of the conversation, and Legacy was to caught up with Relak he wouldn't notice Cimil for some time.

Supreme Prophet Praxeum

No, only you Praxeum thought to himself, but did not send it to Prognie. Of course not were the only words he allowed the man before he turned his attention to his Prophets. With his partner currently doing the work, Praxeum could focus on the Church...for now.

Darth Malice

Malice walked briskly through the academy passageways heading for his personal chambers. There he would meditate on the growing rebellion among the students.

As he rounded a corner he nearly walked directly into Isaah, a young and promising apprentice. His mind had been so preoccupied with the situation that he hadn't sensed his presence in the Force around him. He stopped and watched as the young Sith continued on.

"Wait." He sensed something within the apprentice. A feeling that was not found often in one of his young and unassuming position. "Cimil.....this name is not one you have respect for, in fact, your feelings are quite the opposite." Malice turned only his head as he spoke, but when finished speaking he turned completely to face the young student.

"You may prove very useful in our current situation. Keep your eye on him and other suspicious students and I may have an offer you'll find quite pleasing." Malice was now only a couple feet in front of Isaah. He towered over the much smaller man, thus showing his superior rank not only mentally but physically.

Isaah

Isaah looked Malice in the eye, which looked somewhat awkward, as the Sith Master towered over his small build. However, unusual for a sith as young as himself, Isaah didn't think of the difference in size, he showed no fear, no intimidation, he simply sent a lifeless, cold gaze into the Sith Master's own glare. He bowed, only slightly, to show his respect, not his submission.

"Cimil?" he said in a sarcastic tone, rolling his eyes abit, allowing a smirk to curve across his lips, "He's a power-hungry fool. He's worth less to me than scum on the bottom of a Hutt's tail." he finished, allowing some bravado in his tone, but he quickly gained his composure again, "There are very few things that I'm willing to accept right now. I'm content working for you just to see Cimil fail; but a reward would be grand." Isaah added, another smile curving across his parted lips.

Isaah looked past Malice for a moment, in the direction Cimil had gone after getting back on his feet, walking away from Isaah's attempted confrontation like a scared dog, tail between his legs, before looking back to the large behemoth before him, "Cimil just walked down that way." he said, pointing down the hallway behind Malice, "I picked up on some sort of heated discussion between Legacy and what seemed like Relak. I wouldn't doubt if Cimil was eavesdropping." Isaah finished with a sinister grin.

Lord Legacy · k

Legacy released Relak and threw him down hard and said " You wish to rebel as well my apprentince and thats fine but you should of made sure you were powerful enough to back yourself up and I assure you you are not" Legacy then smiled and his eyes turned to a dark wall and said" Cimil, do you think you can hide from me? I knew you were there I sensed you the first time you even came near me so what is your plan with this one?" Legacy then turned his attention back to Relak

Supreme Commander Alor

Grand Admiral Marix, having left the hall shortly after Lord Legacy, was once again sitting in his office. His eyes were closed, mind cleared, as he meditated upon these recent events. Darkness swirled everywhere, exposing the future and more.

The stench of betrayal and plotting hung deep in this void. Something bad was happening. Even for a Sith. He searched through the void, pressing for the information he desired, but it was clouded. Ancient power lurked around, blocking out what he sought.

Clearing his mind once again, he opened his eyes, and looked around him. The Masters and Lords were due here in a few hours, giving them time to organize and get more work done. Opening his official communicator, he created a form to be sent to Dark Lord Tarna, head of the Royal Guard:

Lord Tarna:

It has been brought to my attention that the apprentices/adepts are planning something. The scent of plots and betrayal are everywhere. I am requesting or advising that you increase the contingent of active guards. From a Military view, I offer this advice:

- Increase Patrols and Squad Numbers
- Send out Force Sensitive guards within reach of each patrol for back up
- Step up training and inspections
- Increase moral of citizens and guards

I offer you any assistance to yourself and the Guard, that is within my power.

Grand Admiral Marix

Sending it, he hoped that the Guard would up its activity and patrols, even if nothing happened, it was better to have been prepared.

Once again, done with another task of management, only to have another ready to be completed, Marix opened a file on the fleet. In it, he could see the exact location, destination, flight orders, commanders, crew, and more, all with the tap of a finger. Locating a small troop transport, he ordered the commander to fly towards the capital, ready to land troops. Not ready to give out information that would decrease moral, he sidestepped the questions that would surely ensue, by stating that it was practice maneuvers for the Guard to view and learn from and also inspection by the Emperor himself. As such, the commander would send only his best and most loyal troops, which would be a bonus. Sending the order, he continued down the list, checking the rest of the fleets under his command.

And as soon as he started, he was done, yet again. Sitting back in his chair, the comfortable version he had ordered right after receiving his commission, he stretched and gave a yawn. While he was not tired, it did seem to clear his mind. Closing his eyes, he went back to meditating, keeping his eyes or mind on his comrades and their intents/positions.

Darth Malice

Malice had now sensed the presence of two students and a more powerful Sith near the area since he had begun this conversation with Isaah. Now his gaze was still on the bold apprentice before him.

"You are bold to a point that could also be considered as arrogant. Though it is not in any way similar to the countless number of foolish students who believe they stand a chance against the Master's of this Academy."

Malice gave the young man one more look and then walked past him towards his own chambers. "I trust you will contact me if anything further occurs among the students as you are able to move much more freely among them without stirring any suspicion."

Isaah

Isaah grinned abit, nodding towards Malice, only turning his head to follow the Sith Master as he left, "Of course, Sir. I look forward to our gathering later today." he said with a low tone. Turning to Malice for a moment, Isaah smirked, "And arrogance is merely a guise. Never believe in what you see." Isaah's words of wisdom seemed beyond his years of experience, and he turned back around, slowly walking down the corridor, stopping several feet away. He leaned against the wall, feeling as though Cimil would soon be coming this way.

Grand Inquisitor Prognie

Prognie was returning to his office when he felt Gra'tua's presence lingering near his door. Turning into the hall his door was in he called, "I assume you have business Gra'tua?" Prognie's voice was cold, stopping beside Gra'tua the door opened after having scanned for Prognie's presence. Walking into the office with his High Inquisitor trailing behind, Prognie made his way over to his desk and took his seat. Motioning for Gra'tua to take a seat as well he waited for him to speak.

While it wasn't necessary Prognie already suspected why Gra'tua was here, the man was smart to come to the Grand Inquisitor. The military had no authority in these areas, the Guard specialized in protecting the Emperor, and the Church was so self-absorbed it didn't care for the small minuscule problems that did not threaten its seat of power. Prognie dealt with everything, he had a hand in everyone's jar, and he never took more than what would be noticeable.

High Inquisitor Gra'tua

As Gra'tua took a seat infront of Prongie, he made eye contact. Being sure to be respectful as he spoke."Good afternoon Grand Inquisitor, I am sure you are aware that I am here to discuss a certain member of the academy." He said calmly as he continued to look into the cold eyes of the Grand Inquisitor."It seems Cimil, while a knowlageble student, has started to rebel against those who would teach him and it seems he has dragged a few of his class mates in with him, but I believe there to be more than just his own will. I believe there is a higher force pushing twords this goal and for that I have come to you. Im in need of help, I need help to find what is pushing Cimil to act in this manor." He kept his tone bold and respectful, making sure not to sound like a ranting child, begging for help from a parent.

Grand Inquisitor Prognie

Prognie's lifeless eyes met Gra'tua's, but Prognie wasn't using them to see his high inquisitor, he was using the force to feel him as well as see him there. "Yes, I am aware of this Cimil and his small gang. They are nothing to worry about, to focus the Empire's might upon a minuscule group of rebels would be foolish. If they are being supported by a higher power it isn't one that we can easily trap." Prognie tapped his chin as if thinking before speaking again, "It is quite possible that it is one of the masters themselves. Possibly one of those that is meeting with the rest to decide how to handle the situation with Cimil." Prognie did not respond to the change Gra'tua displayed when he was a bit surprised to know that Prognie knew of the meeting.

Smiling at the high inquisitor he spoke. "Do not fret Gra'tua, there is nothing in this empire that does not pass through me in some shape or form. I hear all." he simply smiled and winked with his right, lifeless eye.

Major General Celestial · weak

"Weak we are not, we will grow to become a powerful, unstoppable force."

Relak smirked and went to the side of Cimil.

"We shall show the council that the weak must fall and the strong must prosper. It would be undieingly grateful if you would join us master."

Relaks expression changed to an aura of hatred.

Darth Cimil

Cimil did not speek, he simply watched. The anger and hatred was radiating off of Legacy like heat. Relak was rather the same, but at the same time he was much different. There was the hatred, but also a sort of... cunning? No, but he had something different about him. It was a drive, a drive to be far better than all else. It was also a lust for power, in that instant Cimil knew he had found the right person to bring to that temple, to give some of the most ultimate power to, to share a galaxy.

Lord Legacy · k

Legacy glared at the apprentices and then he did somthing that was not expected he grabbed his saber and ignighted it and said "You two plan on going anywhere you are going to have to get through me"

Darth Cimil

In an instant Cimil had ignited his saber and entered his stance. Relak ignited his saber as well. "You're a fool, join me. Join us and become a true Sith! I will kill you if I have to."

Isaah

Isaah, stirred by the snap-hiss of lightsabers, sprung himself from the wall and dashed down the corridor. His eyes keenly bolted from door to door, hallway to hallway, making sure his direction was the right one. As he came to the three, he halted, having cut off the young apprentice's only escape route. His pure white robes fell to the ground with the swing of his arm, and instantly, his shortsabers shot from his wrist holsters, his palms grabbing them tightly, sparking them to life with brilliant purplish black light.

"You'll kill him? I don't think so." Isaah said in a sinister tone, standing completey still.

Darth Cimil

Cimil began to laugh, a deep, rather sinister laugh. A dark smoke began to fill the Hallway, blotting out nearly all of the lights. Cimil had stopped laughing, and was now stating something in the old text.

"Master, take care of these rebels to the true sith rule. Show them the true power of the Sith." There was a crackle, almost like the sound of the lightning. A dark figure appeared behind legacy.

"You dare defie a true sith lord?" A rough voice demanded. "I am Darth Andeddu! You will bow down to my power!" Lightning sprang through the smoke. It just happened, by the Dark Lords will, to miss Cimil and Relak. Cimil grabbed Relak by the shoulder and ran. He didn't turn to see what happened to Legacy or Isaah, he just ran to the Hangar.

"We have to go!" He yelled to Relak.

((Yeah that was a little cheap, but I leaft it open for you guys to get away. Since the guy's only a spirit his power only lasts for a bit. You could use that to get away.))

Lord Legacy · k

Legacy was caught off guard for a moment and he regain his compusure as the lightning came at him and Isaah and he pushed Issah out of the way and absorbed the lightining in his blade and then the spirit withered into nothingness. Legacy eyes glared orange with rage as the two apprentices had got away he then looked at Isaah and said "What was that?"

Darth Cimil

Cimil reached his personel ship, pulling Relak along with him. The loading ramp lowered and Cimil ran in, quickly punching the close button. He leaft Relak in the cargo bay and ran to the cockpit. Quickly he turned the sheilds on, and turned the engines on. The ship slowly brought itself up into the air. Cimil turned the ship to face the now closing blast doors. He flipped a switch and the ship burst forward, narrowly making it through the gap. After clearing the hangar bay, he typed away at the coordinate grids, and punched the Hyperspace launcher. It wasn't smart or safe to enter hyper space this low, or so hastily, but he didn't have a choice.

High Inquisitor Gra'tua

"Under your command I have come to know these kinds of things." As he finished speaking a small smile came upon his lips and then a strong disturbance in the force was sent through his being."Lord Prongie, did you feel that?" He asked almost instantly knowing the answer as he headed for the door, opening it quickly with the slight wave of his hand. As he ran down the hall, he drew his saber ready to ignite it at any time.

As he ran down the hall, his eyes came upong Lord Legacy and Issah."What happened here?" He yelled as he came to a hault before them, his robes rustling as he haulted.

Grand Inquisitor Prognie

Prognie did not budge, he simply reached for his comlink in his pocket while Gra'tua ran out. Contacting the commander in charge of the fleet orbiting Kuat he smiled, "Commander, there should be a small ship exiting the atmosphere soon, prepare your tractor beams to capture it. Capture whoever is on the ship, but do not release them to anyone but me, they are a part of a conspiracy that I must handle myself. Commander, insure that none of your subordinates release any information as well, this is a classified case and under Imperial Law that stays between those that should know it." The commander stuttered for a few seconds before speaking, "Yes, Lord Prognie."

Prognie still hadn't moved, he suspected that Cimil would be unwise and as such would endanger himself. He was becoming a loose cannon that would be dealt with or would be lead.

Supreme Commander Alor

[[If I may point this out. Prognie, you would not have command of a ship protecting Kuat. That would fall under the jurisdiction of either myself, the Guard, or the Lord/Lady in charge of the fleet. Since there is no Lord/Lady in charge of the fleet chosen to protect Kuat, that leaves it only to myself and the Guard.]]

Grand Inquisitor Prognie

(( But something of that nature falling under conspiracies, enemies of the empire, etc etc... do fall under me and as a Dark Lord I have every right to command a lower officer OF ANY group as long as it is in favor of the Empire. I do my job in whatever way possible, plus, having connections and friends in places is also a good thing, wouldn't you think Marix? As Grand Inquisitor I am expected to be able to have a series of networks that span farther than you know, so calling in a few favors isn't crazy or unknown. ))

Lord Legacy · k

As Legacy saw Gratu'a run up to the scene he disingaged his saber and turned to face the High Inquisitor and siad "Relak and Cimil, they tried to fight there way past me but Cimil created this Sith apparition of an ancient Sith Lord who tried to attack with some weak lightning and then they ran off"

Isaah

"They were smart, I'll give them that." Isaah began, rising to his feet slowly, "But it proves that Cimil isn't prepared to contend with any real conflict at the moment." he finished, calling his sabers back to him through the force. He pocketed them back into his wrist-harnesses before looking to Gra'tua, and then Legacy.

Darth Cimil

((Let me brush up on my star wars facts. If a ship is in hyperspace can you still stop it? Cause Cimil made the jump dangerously early))

Grand Inquisitor Prognie

(( To be honest you wouldn't have made it out of Kuat space regardless of when you jumped. You can't do it within the planet's gravity well and there are more than a hundred ships surrounding the planet right now that act as a defense. That's not including the defense platforms that are surrounding the planet. So you would have been caught in a tractor beam even without prognie having asked them too. You are rushing off of Kuat at alarming speeds, any good commander would find that fishy. But also to answer your question, yes, you can pull a ship out of hyperspace, they're called Interdictor ships, which I am assuming if the military is properly defending this planet, which should be surrounding this planet as well.))

Supreme Commander Alor

[[The Military still falls under my own command. Your own fleet would fall under your jurisdiction. Otherwise, as we see here, Dark Lords are working for their own ends, instead of for the Empire. With the ability to command any officer, disorder and double crossing are likelier.

As for the Interdictor question. There would be some further off from the planet. A lot further. A few close up, but not too many. We want to pull enemies out before they reach the planet or fleet. Destroying their organization and surprise.]]

Darth Cimil

Cimil sat back in his seat. Anger flooding through him. Blood coursing through his veins. They had maybe 5 minutes before they were to be thrown into cell block. But he was already working on an escape plan

Major General Celestial · escape

Relak sat and watched as Cimil played with his thumbs, he was sitting there, conscentrating on a plan.

"We have to think of a plan, if not the masters will have no remorse towards us."

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