((That's great, I just didn't want to make a long post with her there only to find out she wasn't meant to be ))

A hooded figure watched from afar, observing all the lesser beings below go about there daily business. They had no idea she was here or what her purpose was.
"Insignificant insects" she sneered coldly behind her dark mask that covered half of her face for unknown reasons.
"They have no idea"

"And they never will my apprentice" came a sinister voice from behind her
"They are mere fodder, they mean nothing Vasara. But they will have there uses"

"As you wish" she replied back, smirking sadistically behing her mask "...my Master"

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OOC: This is Vin's ship


IC: Darth Vindictus's eyes snapped open; his Force-tuned internal body clock alerting him to the fact his ship was due to exit hyperspace any moment. He rolled his shoulders, freeing up some of the stiffness of sleeping in his flight chair. Why he didn't sleep in the bed that was included with the ship for just that purpose he would never know. It might have been the added security; he was closer to the place where he could do the most to save himself if something went wrong. But it was more likely just a habit born of flying ships too small to fit a decent sized cargo hold in, much less a bedroom. That of course, was before he could persuade people to give him what he wanted.

There was a telltale flicker of pseudomotion as Vindictus's ship reverted to realspace. Vin flicked a couple of switches, powering up the sublight engines and unlocking the steering controls. Then he attuned himself to the Force and stretched out his presence, seeking the other dark side Force presence that had been on the edge of his consciousness for the past few weeks. He had finally narrowed it down to this system and hoped to narrow it down to a specific plant, if not specific coordinates on a planet.


Well, the presence was on a mining planet, but beyond that, Darth Vindictus couldn't narrow the location down. His ship came to a halt at the landing platform, his subconscious using the Force to guide the ship while his conscious tried to locate the Force presence.

Vin turned and grabbed his black leather duster off of the hook behind him. Throwing it about his shoulders, he keyed in the sequence to disengage the ramp. There was the telltale hiss and warm breeze as the ship's stale air was replaced with the relatively fresh planet air. There was a diplomat standing at the bottom of the ramp, flanked by two guards. He was the typical bureaucrat; fat, pasty, dressed in nice clothes, and now scared as heck of the tall man wearing the black duster. Vin relished in the mans fear as he stammered out, "W-w-what's your purpose in coming here?" His voice squeaked at the end, and Vindictus smirked.

The guards, sensing their charge's discomfort, flicked the safeties off of their rifles. Noticing this bolstered the bureaucrat's courage and he repeated himself, without the stutter.

"Business," Vin answered, his confident smirk still showing.

"Do you have an appointment?"

"No," was the simple one word answer.

"Well, I'm sorry," the man said, now happy, thinking he would be rid of this strange man in a few seconds, "but we don't have enough surplus this month to allow for walk in customers. If you would like to make an appointment... You must call before hand."

"Did I say I had business with you?" Vindictus snarled, his face becoming darker, eviler; his eyes becoming cold and hard.

The stutter returned. "N-n-no one. I-I-I just assumed that y-you had b-b-b-business with us."

"I don't," Vindictus brushed past the bureaucrat and his guards. "Now, unless you are going to offer to clean my ship, leave me alone!"

"Hey, ya still hav'n't paid yer dockin' fee!" One of the guards shouted after him. Both raised their blasters in preparation for gunning him down.

Vindictus didn't even bother to turn around. He simply reached back with the Force and crushed the middles of their guns. Fools, he sneered, didn't they know whom they were dealing with? If they persisted, Vin just might have to deal with them.

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Four Gods wait on the windowsill,
Where once eight Gods did war and will,
And if the Gods themselves may die,
What does that say for you and I?

Now, three Gods wait on the windowsill
Where one God's blood was lately spilled
While black tongues lap at the spreading pool
And build the strength they need to rule.

Anika looked at the radar infront of her. "I should be there soon." she told herself.

((Can some one think of a way for Anika to meet up with Either Jax or Oren.))

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

(We are all heading to the same planet to investigate the sith pressence. You could simply arrive shortly after Oren and see his ship on the surface, land and then join up with him.)


"Well, lets get going." Jax headed towards his ship, the 'Storm Chaser.'


"Fianlly!" Tilon rushed ahead of him and climbed aboard. "Nice ship..." he looked around interestedly. the ship was simple on the inside... simple and efficient.

"Thanks," Jax replied, walking up to the controls and keying in the coordinates for the planet.

Tilon wasn't sure if his 'Thanks' was an honest reply or a cold sarcastic put-down... but it didn't much mater to him either.

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Before long Jax was stairing down at the planet of Aeten II. He felt a bit of excitement in him... a little bit, but it was quickly snuffed out as he scanned, not only a ship on the ground, but also a second ship approaching the planet.

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Visit The Varsian Kingdom!

A feeling of familiarity came over Vasara like a tsunami, she turned to her Master and he nodded back at her.
"Your senses are strong my apprentice."

Vasara turned to walk out the small chamber in which they both stood, but she felt a tight grip on her arm. She looked at him with anger.

"Not yet" he said darkly "Not yet, my eager apprentice. It is not yet time to reveal ourselves"

"Why not?" Vasara hissed back at her Master, her eyes questioning his motive.

"Because I said, it is not yet time Vasara" he snapped back, releasing the grip on her arm. "You must learn patience, they will come to us."

Vasara turned to face him, pulling her mask down to fully reveal her face,
"Master Pravus, you once said my recklessness was a trait you admired of mine. Now you tell me to have patience. I do not fully understand your plans, you keep so much hidden from me. But I will do as you wish"

Vasara turned from him, and focussed back on the miners. Suppressing her urge to cut loose on all of them.

He watched her with a sly smile. Sensing her inner passion and burning rage and eagerness to unleash her inner fury. He knew he had chosen his dark apprentice well. She was the perfect weapon and very soon, people would learn to fear her. Or they would die.

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Jax brought the ship down to the ground, it's advanced cloaking device hiding it from the number of other ships in the area.

"This place sure is active," Tilon pointed out the obvious.

"Ya think?" Jax replied with a cynicle glare.

"I'm just saying..." Tilon replied, lifting his hands in a deffensive gesture.

Jax got up and grabbed his things. "Lets go find out who our visitors are."

They snuck out and towards the landed ship. Jax could sense a force user, but it didn't seem to be a dark force user. As of yet, he could not feel any dark side pressence... but a vaile of mental fog seemed to cloud the distance to the north.

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Visit The Varsian Kingdom!

OOC: Where is Vasara? I’m putting her and her master in a cave, but if that’s wrong, I’ll edit.

IC: Vindictus looked to the sky at the exact spot where Jax’s ship was, almost as if he could see the pseudomotion created by a hyperspace exit. He felt the light side presence of a Jedi, though it wasn’t very clear; so either he was trying to hide his presence or was new to the ways of the Force. It didn’t matter. They would be here for the same reason he was: the dark side Force presence that came from this mining planet.

Vin stepped up his pace, breaking into a light jog. He stretched out with his senses, looking for the other dark side user. Or the other two dark side users. And now he knew where they were, a small cavelike opening in the side of the cliff a short distance from the mining camp off to the north.

Once he was within a hundred metres of the opening, Vin slowed to a cautious walk, probing about with the Force for any booby traps or silent alarms. He found a few, but those were designed to keep curious miners at bay and easily circumvented by a Force user. Vindictus pulled his lightsaber off of his belt, and with his thumb hovering over the activation switch, entered the cavern.

And was suprised. It wasn't a natural cavern; perhaps it had been at one time, but no longer. It was like someone had pulled sections from a CIC field base and put them inside a cliff. Vin was more wary than ever now, for it was obvious that this was a long-term and well-planned operation.

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Four Gods wait on the windowsill,
Where once eight Gods did war and will,
And if the Gods themselves may die,
What does that say for you and I?

Now, three Gods wait on the windowsill
Where one God's blood was lately spilled
While black tongues lap at the spreading pool
And build the strength they need to rule.

(I'm approaching your Jedi character Captain Faramir)

Jax could sense the light side in the man who he and Tilon were watching. More than likely a Jedi, who already knew he was there.

"Lets go," Jax said.

"Go?" Tilon protested. "We don't even know who that guys is! He could be the sith for all we know!"

"He isn't," Jax said bluntly.

"Oh, right... how could I forget. force sensing."

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Visit The Varsian Kingdom!

((Vasara and Pravus are in a small hidden area above the miners, it's sort of like a control room built into a cave like structure. I'll not post anything till you see this.))

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OOC: 'Kay, I'll edit a little bit.

[EDIT] Hope what I changed is okay. If not, I'll edit again.

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Four Gods wait on the windowsill,
Where once eight Gods did war and will,
And if the Gods themselves may die,
What does that say for you and I?

Now, three Gods wait on the windowsill
Where one God's blood was lately spilled
While black tongues lap at the spreading pool
And build the strength they need to rule.

Vasara swiftly pulled up her black face mask and wheeled round, pulling her lightsabre out in one swift motion and pointed it at the stranger.
She heard a quiet laugh behind her, eminating from her Master.

"So, you have found us" he said, his voice soft yet commanding. Pravis walked closer to his apprentice "Put it away Vasara" she turned to him, her eyes showing a mix of confusion and anger "Put it away Vasara, he is an ally. He just doesn't know it yet"

Vasara did as her Master asked and put her long handled lightsabre back into the belt clip it came from. "As you wish, Master"

"So" Pravus said with authority at the stranger, his dark eyes boring into him "Who might you be, dark one?"

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((Anika is arriving, also, I was wondering, shoul the name Skywalker be known to the sith and Jedi.))

Anika came upon her destination and found a field to land her ship. She grabbed her lightsaber and ventured off, using the force to sense any enimes that she may come upon.

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

OOC: Misa_Amane, the mine is on a planet not in space.

IC: Vin thumbed the activation switch on his lightsabre as soon as Vasara moved. He held the hilt down near his right hip, the blade bisecting his body and ending above his left shoulder. He grinned as Vasara obeyed her master's commands and lowered her lightsabre, slowly lowering his own in turn. He, however, did not turn it off but thumbed another switch along the side of the hilt. There was no outward appearance change in the blade and neither of the two Sith (at least, Vin assumed they were sith) across from him would know anything had changed.

"I...am a man. Perhaps more, but surely not less than just a man." Vindictus said with complete sencerity. "Tell me: do you follow the Rule of Two, the cycle of master and apprentice never ending with power only in a few; or the Rule of One, the Sith as a whole united entity with power distributed to the masses?"

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Four Gods wait on the windowsill,
Where once eight Gods did war and will,
And if the Gods themselves may die,
What does that say for you and I?

Now, three Gods wait on the windowsill
Where one God's blood was lately spilled
While black tongues lap at the spreading pool
And build the strength they need to rule.

((Sorry, i was thinking it would be on an astroied.))

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

Pravus smiled wildly, to others it would no doubt instill great fear, but not this one. This pleased him. "Yes" he answered almost flippantly, hoping this man as he called himself understood what he meant. Pravus' eyes ad a glint of wickedness blazing within.

Vasara stood a few inches behind her Master, observing the meeting. She remained silent, instead choosing to bide her time with this enigmatic stranger.

"So" Pravus continued, never taking his eyes off the man in front of him "Are you not going to introduce yourself to us?" he asked his voice deep and comanding.

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"A name implies that I trust you, to some extent," Vindictus said, continuing their banter. "A trust you have not yet earned. But you need something to call me other than 'man,' so I must tell you something. You may call me Darth Ultio. If you prove worthy of my trust, I may tell you my true name." Ultio was actually one of the names Vin had considered for his Sith name, but disgarded it in favour of Vindictus.

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Four Gods wait on the windowsill,
Where once eight Gods did war and will,
And if the Gods themselves may die,
What does that say for you and I?

Now, three Gods wait on the windowsill
Where one God's blood was lately spilled
While black tongues lap at the spreading pool
And build the strength they need to rule.