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When the high-rolling woman left for the Calrissian room, Gorwooken motioned for Freya, Veron, and Rusty to follow him. Leading them to another lift. He got in, and punched the code in to take them to a secure meeting place near the bottom levels. He barked "(Coming?)" To Freya and the rest, as he held the open button to keep the door from closing.

When the lift slowed to a stop, Gorwooken stepped out first, leading the way to a secure communication area. No one in Bespin knew about this room, except for Veron, Freya, Rusty, and himself. The wals were layered with anti-bugging material, and the comlink inside, which ran on a secure frequency, had to be activated by someone who knew the secret code only entrusted to the admin of Cloud City. Checking the room one more time visually, and with a Scanner, he motioned the motley crew inside, saying "(Okay, what was it you wanted to talk about?)" To Veron when everyone was inside.

Far away from the core, on the planet Dathomir, a meeting took place. A meeting of a council infact. A Jedi Council. Within the new praxom on the planet. And a secret praxom at that, and the last. Seven Masters sat in a circle that spaned the whole room, each the last, and most powerful of the remaining order.

Master Wolf Sazen, who had been voted to be the most suitable Grand Master for the Order sense the destruction of most of the order at Ossus. Others sat around the room. Garis Mentheil, a human Jedi who hailed from Corasaunt, Jaren Vrook, a jawa Master from Tatooine, and a Kamonian named Jura'Haro. And those where only the importent masters.

"We have lost much of the order to these Imperial Knights, as they call themselves. Many a padawan fell to there promises, even Knights. The order is failing my brethern, the galaxy casts nothing but dark glances to us now. And now, the sith once more rule the galaxy. What actions are there to take by us few left?" said Sazen as he looked to each member within the room, who were also casting glances to each other.

One young master stepped up to the plate."We must bring back those who have sides with the Knights! Show them the error of their ways. Perhaps we can grow stronger then. Then we can once more challenge this Fel and Krayt!"he said, his goal on rising the moral of the room.

Master Vrook, the Jawa spoke up."That would be futile to do. I sudjest we round up those who left the order and into self-exile to hide themselves from this new, corrupt world we live in. I have felt many sense the act at Ossus, shattered throughout the galaxy. There are also too few of us to even think about plotting againest these acts that have conspired."

Jura'Harro spoke up then."Master Vrook is correct I'm afraid. Plus the eyes of the people are dark to us as Master Wolf had said before."

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Upon the shuttle headed to the core, Ferno was able to sit back as much as one of his caliber can. Besides the pilot droids, only HM and him were present on the shuttle. Ferno put his hand next to the sash he wore around his waist, and felt for a small bag. the sack contained several miniature figurines, from a small boy with striped hair, to a planet long killed. One was missing, that of Lord Vader.

The missing figurine was not lost, nor destroyed. Its presence had been left behind. A duel in the past had caused Ferno to give away this token, when he had secured a young jedi too anxious to fight into submission. Ferno's own honor let him keep the jedi alive, instead sending him to a planet in an escape pod, with a captain beside him, drained of his life. The pair had not met since then, but Ferno's own foresight had seen that the two would meet may times in the future. At least, that was the hope.

For now, Ferno was to head to Coruscant, hidden by the nighttime cycle, and stay there until the trap was sprung. While the other sith were more easily entered, his arrival had to be kept secret. That was the challenge set before Ferno. One which he could more than easily succeed at.

Space is a very, very large space. Transit to Bastion would take the crew of the Temptation at least 26 standard hours, due to a sub-space anomaly that temporarily blocked off one of the quickest hyperspace transit lanes from Crustai to the rest of the galaxy. Because of this, the Temptation was forced to travel at sublight for quite a while before they were able to use hyperspace to their advantage.

Inside the Temptation, the crew sat around, trying to pass the time. One would think that the most uptight of the crew would be Commander Vaan, but in reality, he was the most relaxed of all the crew. Vaan sat on one of the various couches in the freighter. The Temptation was given to Vaan very well furnished and luxorious by Emperor Fel, and Vaan had no problem in accepting it. On the other side of the couch was Ashe, reclining with her feet up whilst watching a HoloNet program. Varl was seated to the right of Vaan and Ashe, playing a Chiss variant of Dejarik with a computerized opponent. And lastly sat Seifer on a chair near a table, impatiently twiddling his lightsaber.

The wait was long.

Kal paused, his jedi senses detecting a figure aproaching behind him. In an instant he had spun about, his cape fluttering as he turned, and activated his lightsaber.
"Halt." Kal commanded to the figure in his no-nonsense tone. "Reveal yourself and your purpose or suffer my blade."
"Calm yourself, Sir Knight. I am the last man in the galaxy who would do you ill." The voice was one Kal knew all too well. The shining white light of his saber revealed the face of Roan Fel, third Emperor of the Fel line to take the throne.
Kal shut off the saber and dropped to his knee before the Empire's leader, his head bowed.
"Forgive me, My lord. I did not realize it was you."
Fel smiled and motioned with his hand. "Rise, Sir Werda. You should be wary in times like this. Coruscant is not yet completely ours again." As the Knight stood, Fel gave a slight frown. "Sir Werda, please remove your helmit. If I am to speak with a man, I wish to at least be able to look him in the eye."
"Aye, my Lord." Kal doffed his helmit, the unit giving a slight hiss and click as it unsealed from his suit. Fel now gazed upon a young man with dark eyes and short, neatly trimmed black hair. A face well recorded in the Anals of Imperial History, for the very same face had once been the only face of the Imperial Stormtrooper.
Fel's smile returned as he looked into the eyes of the serious young man before him. "Ah, much better."
Kal gave a slight nod and glanced once around the room. "My Lord, you should not be walking alone at night upon the Palace Grounds."
"Calm yourself, my boy." Fel said, dismissing the Knight's cautioning. "I was once a knight as well you know. I can fully defend myself if need be." The Emperor eyed Kal, briefly as he added. "Though I don't believe my safety is your only concern, for once."
The Knight nodded. "Your wisdom is unequalled my Lord."
Fel frowned and sighed. "Sir Werda, if I wanted undue flattery, I would be holding court with my Moffs. I expect my knights to be far more honest." "As you wish my Lord." Kal cast another suspicios glance upon their surroundings."I sense the Sith are up to something. Your life could be in danger."
"You always say that."Fel remarked. "But you are not alone in your suspicions. Paladin Draco has spoken very similar words to me earlier today, and I myself have forseen some rather upsetting visions." as he spoke he laid a hand upon Kal's shoulder in a trusting fasion. "I have sensed much treachery about me my boy. The times are slowly changing for the worse."
Kal focused intently upon the Empeor's words. "What are you saying my Lord?"
"What i'm saying is this: In the even that something were to happen to me, I want you to flee Coruscant. That is a direct order from me. Do you understand, Sir Werda?"
Kal took in what was said. Slowly and grimly he nodded his head. "As you wish my lord."
"Good man. Do not fear for me, my boy. You must see to yourself and your comrades first and foremost." The Emperor looked upon his wrist and arched an eyebrow. "well, it does seem to be a tad late. Sir Werda, would you kindly escort me to my chambers? I'd rather not have to worry about a possible assasination attempt in the Dark. Its something thats been done to death."
Kal slid his helmit back on andd re-sealed his suit, the Emperor's troubling words still ringing in his ears.
"As you wish my Lord."