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In his meditative state, trance felt a slight disturbance in the energies pulsating around the Temple and its grounds. The Force energy it displaced was tiny, no more than a pinprick. Trance had felt its presence for some time, but it was no more than a gut feeling to him and was quickly dismissed during times before hand. But now, now that he could clearly feel it, he began to concentrate on it.

He stretched out as far as he could, attempting to get a better feel for this new intruder. The only energy it produced its self were those of life. Hmm?strange, this one feels familiar for some reason. There was an aura about it, slightly changed, but similar to some one he had met in the past. The emotion, or lack there of, he was feeling could only come from one individual.

He broke his meditation, and a sneer broke the scowl on his face. He knew it wasn?t the person he had in mind, he was old and slowly falling out of the game. But, who ever this individual was, who could so nearly imitate him down to the emotion, was bound to be a little fun. If only a little.

He removed his saber from the top of the plasteele cylinder in the corner of his room with a slight pull of the force. It shot from the container to the in side of his rob sleeve. He crossed his arms, the sleeves falling together and covering them, and strolled out of his room and down the hall to the entrance.

The Dark Lord undoubtedly felt its arrival too, but she could not be bothered with such a trivial matter. Trance kneeled down in the entrance of the temple and began to meditate and wait for the arrival.

A freighter came out of hyperspace, a black and customized Corellian Action VI Transport slowly making its way towards the planet, its surface black and red, filled the view ports. The pilot though instead of turning and heading home with the sight of the dark planet, adjusted the sublight engines and headed into the atmosphere of the planet, he came out of the atmosphere...the Dragon Claw's hull sizzled with the heat, the pilot engaged the atmospheric engines, and pulled up, on the controls, his ship flying fifty meters above the surface of the planet. He spotted a large palace like structure, and set the coordinates, letting the ship do the work as is landed softly on a large patch of black lava rock. Repulserlifts went off about the ship stabilizing it and releasing hot steam. The pilot set the ship into a shutdown cycle, and decided to set the controls to standby in case the people on this planet didn't want any visitors. The pilot walked out of the cockpit and down a hallway, pressing a button on the wall that made a door slide up and out of view, the landing ramp moving slowly to the ground in front of him, he walked down the ramp onto the black lava rock. He walked slowly and rhythmically, his footsteps making less sound than that of the wind outside. Upon his head, a large hood, that cascaded down enough to shade his eyes. A mask, glinting silver as the light from the lightning lit the surface, black designs, symbolic over the silver surface of the mask, the black hard to determine where the designs ended and the shadows began. A long gash across the forehead of the mask, showing that he was an outcast, loner, and hunted man. Two long slits in the mask were the eyeholes, and as he walked out of the lighted parts of the ship, a glow of silver as bright as lightning, shone through. The huge black cloak that adorned his shoulders was nothing hard to miss. The high collar of the cloak rose about his face and neck in a circle, hiding from where his neck met his shoulders to half way up the mask. The cloak had a seam that ran down from the collar to the bottom of the cloak, behind the seam, buttons held the cloak about his figure. The huge sleeves of the cloak covered his arms, hands, and fingers, as they hung loosely at his side. The sleeves came down a good foot from his fingers, swallowing up his arms and making his arms invisible within the folds of cloth. His midnight black cloak camouflaged him well in the darkness, though the silver glowing clouds on his cloak made him stand out. There were silver clouds spaced about his cloak, which glowed in the darkness as if made from molten metal, they also shifted slowly across his cloak like moonlit clouds across the night sky. The cloak's bottom hovered only a few centimeters from the ground, moving itself over obstacles as he walked. His long bangs hung lower than the hood covered, the silver tips glinted in the light as if they had been dipped in silver. His head within the large hood turned to look up at the large palace in front of him, behind his mask of black and silver, no emotions played on his face. He stepped forward, towards the towering structure, and the landing ramp of his ship rose, the paint scheme on the ship mimicking the black and silver of his mask, and was hard to spot as it was camouflaged in this wasteland of a planet. Yue had made his entrance...

Yue looked about the dark landscape one more time, and then to his starship hidden among the rest of the dark land. He turned to look at the palace, finding a large flat area that might have been some sort of arena or coliseum, he pressed a remote within his cloak, and then pointed it at the middle of the coliseum like structure, his ship lifted off the ground and sailed smoothly to the place where he had pointed the remote. Now at least, there would be less suspicion if someone approached the palace. The ship was pretty well hidden within the coliseum and would hardly be noticed with all the black stone that the palace was created from. He turned and walked off the balcony, and searched, for a room he might be able to stay in, looking through many doorways and hallways he finally spotted a large room, it had recent trappings and objects. Perhaps the palace wasn't as deserted as he thought, looking about the room, he entered a separate area that seemed to be more living quarters, things that resembled a bathroom, the bedroom, and a large and dark room that suggested a good place for meditation. Rather than leave, he moved to what seemed like a bed, removed his boots and mask, his hood and large cloak still comfortable as he laid down upon the bed, he let his conscious mind float warily as he fell into a slumber.
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Of the many things in life that Atra enjoyed, cleanliness was on the top of her list. This evening would be a lone celebration of the day's accomplishments and her latest breakthroughs. She dusted off gloved hands as she walked through the Temple, preparing herself to head to her quarters to clean up before evening exercises began.

She stopped by the control center, and spoke with an officer in charge. Her face darkened to grim for a moment, and she summoned several more officers. She mumbled to them as they stood in a tight circle, giving them off-seeming instructions. A smirk hinted at her lips.

"Tell Luke to contact me," were her orders. She departed from them, and strode down the stone hallways to her quarters.

She took several sharp turns along the ways, weaving herself through the web of caverns and corridors until she reached her quarters. She punched the button to open the metallic doors, and she stepped inside.

The lights were on.

Her face darkened and her green eyes clouded over. An eyebrow shot up in half-amusement, and her porcelain face contained barely-readable rage.

She took several steps foreward and leaned against the wall. She reached out to the Force, feeling its tingling tendril surrounding her. Conjuring it upward, she tore away the blankets that covered the sleeper and shoved him off the bed.

"And who may you be?" she demanded coolly, snaking the Force around his limbs to hold him in place.

Atra tilted her head. "You are indeed," she replied evenly. She unclasped her cloak, neatly folding it to place on top her chest of drawers.

"But that's too vague an answer. What is your name?"

Her eyes flickered to the side as a mask sailed from the opposite side of the room, planting itself on the self-proclaimed 'stranger's' face. She raised an eyebrow again, and was tempted to inform him that his physical features wouldn't mean anything if she were to hunt him; his Force signature was far too individual.

Atra chuckled. "Master."

She released her grip and eased back against the wall, her face still a mask of entertainment. "So instead of getting my personal quarters filthy, why don't you occupy one of the others, Yue?"

She dusted off her hands and removed her gloves, tossing them atop her folded cloak.

Yue made a sound that sounded like a snicker behind his mask...and bowed to her, it was a low and deep bow, fit for a queen...showing that he had some formal education...she would never know if it was a bow from him recognizing that she was a powerful person, or that he was making fun of her and going along with the charade. Yue felt him be released...and he made no movements that made him seem threatening...though his height and dark clothing was enough to make him seem formidable...he noticed that she didn't seem like the one to be frightened...by his mere presence.

" I only find the best sufficient... " He decided to answer...then added. " As you seem to as well... " He was surprised that he was actually having what could be called intelligent conversation..., surprised that he was having any conversation at all...