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As the Dark Lord began to rise, Eldritch motioned for him to remain and stepped up to look at the impostor who had indeed been Darth Nakara, and the angry warlord Kara Tos. "What is the meaning of this buffoonery, Nakara?!" His own red and white mask beamed towards the near-likewise cloaked sith."Guards! Remove this man and have him confined until after the meeting."
At once three men in the ceremonial armor of the Royal Guard approached Nakara, two standing behind and the third, of higher rank motioned for the Sith to follow.
"We have no time for your games, fool, I shall deal with you after this." Eldritch's tone was sharp and stern, the Dark Lord only nodded in agreement towards the guards.

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Gohgei nodded in agreement and stood, following him out of the room."I shall Master Stryder and thank you deeply for your council. May the Force be with you."
After watching the Jedi Lord head down the hall, then he himself turned and began towards the Room of a Thousand Fountains, where he would spend the next few hours meditating before he sought out his Padawan.

"Eldritch, I'm hurt. How could you hold this little party without me?" Nakara jested, slapping Cyneticus on the back, subtly placing a deactivated small bug in the process with a small chuckle leaving his lips. As the guards approached, the two found themselves with a hand in each of their faces. They want baffoonery?

"Party poopers," he stated, as a pair of jets billowed small clouds of smoke in their faces. As they choked, the advanced rigimortis set their faces stone cast into pleasured horror. He flipped over the table to the middle of the room, next to Karah.

"Pretty bad when they can't even tell the real you from me, isn't it?" He whispered to Karah in passing. But Nakara couldn't really have time for chat, as he reformed into a Manollium bird, fluttering out the door. He wouldn't wait for some old vagabond to try and "teach" him something, especially if the imbecil wouldn't take the time to do it himself. It wasn't the first time that the Dark Lord lost some of his royal guards due to Nakara's hand, but Nakara would only hope that Eldritch would catch the rap for being made a fool out of... again...

Chaos
Chaos and anarchy best described the situation on the hard and cold planet of Chazwa. Not to long ago, it was controlled by a Sith Lord known as Darth Aloth, who ruled it with an iron fist. The Sith had not been in power for long, and as all Sith ruled planets, it eventually collapsed on itself. At an open execution, two innocent men were to be electrocuted to death, but before they were finished off there was a gasp in the crowd as the Sith Lord was assassinated and the assassin escaping. Through a series of very unfortunate events, the Sith turned on each other thinking one committed treason, while also wanting rule over the planet. The bodying government was no longer in control and all hell broke loose, innocent bystanders and Sith alike were being killed in the cross fire for power. The Dark Lord would not want the flaw in Sith governing bodies to be reviled, it was time for it to come to an end.

On a somewhat light day for Chazwa, a dark shadow soon cast down upon it. To those who looked up, terror would soon fill their eyes. To a citizen, it would look a bunch of odd looking ships floated above the city, but to a Sith, they were known as ‘Sith Personnel Carriers’. The Ship began to split apart from each other, all going five different directions. Within moments, 4 of those ships were in the corners of the city, and the fifth in the middle. With that happening, the ships launched 2 drop ship each simultaneously. The drop ships came down at tremendous speed, from below they looked like flaming arrows from the heavens. They all landed perfectly, crushing the ground below them. Smoke filled the air, making it nearly impossible to keep your eyes open if you didn’t have a helmet. With so much confusion and fear all around, the drops ships doors opened and out of them came armored Sith troopers and warriors. They came out in unison, keeping together and immediately firing at/striking down anyone Sith or citizen that was in their way.

The small army of troops swiftly began to take the city, the people ran for safety in their homes, and all rebellious Sith tried to fight them yet were no match. The battle raged on, but by 2 hours, the city had calmed down for the most part, there was still the main building to take care of. A small pod came down from one of the carriers, and when it opened up, out walked the commanding official Darth Sistren. The Sith Commander immediately began walking around, two Sith Warriors quickly accompanying him. The Sith Marauder examined the area, there were dead bodies all around, including his own men, but they had done well for the most part. “Have all public sections been taken care of?” asked the Sith Commander.

“For the most part commander, the troops on the north side are still having some difficulty taking out the rebels,” the soldier replied.

“Very well, I want reinforcements up there immediately” he commanded. The soldier gave a quick “yes sir” and a salute, running off and communicating with the other soldiers via com link. Everything was almost done, besides stopping the attacks in the buildings, all that left was finding the assassin.

The Force seemed to be conspiring against him today.
Pash staged his assasination on the same day some crack troops would be landing to resupply. Now the soldiers had regained orderin a town he had brought chaos to.
His mission was now signifigantly less successful.

He still managed to take down a sith in full view of the people, damaging the image of invincibility the Sith Lords liked to project, but his plan to destabilize the planet had fallen through.
Now he needed to escape.

It would take patience, cunning and skill, but Pash wasnt worried. He had been in worse situations, and to give in to desparation would be to court the Dark side.

He needed to be calm and focused. That he managed to obtain.
Concealed behind some trash bins in a dark alley, he watched the Sith Troopers hunting around for something or someone. Most likely they were looking for the assassin. They didnt know it was him, and that gave him an edge.

He watched and waited, looking for his opportunity to move as he formulated his plan.
Like a shadow he watched.

Karah was fuming, what Nakara had said was true the Council was incompetent if it couldn't tell one of it's own members from an impostor. The fact that it was him they couldn't recognize hit home to him all the more, they did not respect him. That will all change soon, he thought to himself.

“I am so glad that the great Lords of the Sith could catch an impostor in their midst during a secret Council session,” Karah said while clenching and unclenching his fist. He had to do something to keep himself from taking his lightsaber out and striking down as many members of this Council as possible. He was sure that none of them were his equal in physical combat but taking on the entire Sith council as well as the Dark Lord and his damned priest would be a death warrant even for the greatest fighter. “Tell me, was it before or after business was concluded here that you were going to realize that Nakara wasn't the real me? Cyneticus, you were sitting right next to him and yet your cybernetics couldn't discern an impostor! Your mind must have decayed more than your body old man.”

Having reached a rather ornate stone door with a locking mechanism similar to the first one she encountered, Cene made an educated guess as to what lay beyond.

She put the key she had found to the lock and turned the disk.
The Door groaned and shook, then slid open with a heavy dragging sound revealing another large room littered with statues and sarcophagi organized in a geometric pattern around a central raised platform where an even more impressive sarcophagus sat. The room smelt of death. Not good, honest, battlefield death, but a musty, wasting death.

This was becoming more interesting with every passing second. she was drawn to this place in some manner she couldnt fathom.

She proceeded down the clear, dusty walkway to the Sith Lord sarcophagus, sweeping the path before her with her carbine.
"Tacky crypt. The Sith sure are full of themselves." She said dryly, trying to fight the unease crawling up her spine. This was not a place for her kind. She was alive and not of the Sith, two strikes against her.
But she wasnt about to back down now.
She was Mando'ade, a daughter of Mandalore.
This place scared her in an occult, mysterious and alien way. But the only way to deal with Fear was to confront it.

She came to the sarcophagus and saw that on its lid was a depiction of a more humanoid version of the dead alien she saw outside, the obvious owner of the tomb.
"A half breed...just like me." Cene mused as she examined the lid. "You cant go anywhere in this galaxy without tripping over a few shizno." Under her breath she asked the forgivness of her departed father. He may have been more mandalorian than human, but it still wasnt nice to insult his native species.

Cene shoulder her carbine and then took a firm grip on the tomb's lid.
And she lifted.
The strength of her Taung forebearers flowed through her muscles and she shoved the lid off with a mighty effort. the lid flipped over and slammed down upon the crypt's floor with an echoing boom.
Cene was rather pleased with herself. It would have taken several men of her Father's build to have gotten that lid off. Now to see what she had uncovered.

Her spot lantern peered into the crypt and beheld the mummified bones of a Sith Lord, undisturbed for millenia. He was dressed in regal finery and clasped in his hands was a black and gold pyramid. Buried with him was a sword, a rod, and several pieces of jewlery.

"Hmm. It all looks valuable." She muttered. "Better take everything then."
The mando felt a sudden hard smack on her chestplate, as though a Gamorrean had struck her with a shock club. She went flyng back from the sarcophagus and skidded across the floor back towards the exit.
She gasped, the wind knocked out of her from the blow, and she stumbled to her feet.

"Minions of Xendor..." She wheazed. "What in space?..."
Cene felt another solid blow and it propeled her into the wall of the crypt.
Gasping for air and seeing stars, the Mando staggered up again.
Somewhere, some how she heard a dry, macabe laughing. but she was certain the room was quiet. Like she heard it in her mind.

And then she felt a cold shap pain in her skull, like some had driven a stake into her forehead.
She was suddenly bombarded with images: The Red skinned aliens being lorded over by half breed rulers, stark unfamiliar deserts and the glories of a long dead Empire. Sinister occult rights and horrific displays of curelty done with a smile flooded her vision-everything unfamiliar and reeking of darkness and age.
Then she heard a name. The amused laughter she had heard before had named itself.
Thatu Razg, Dark Lord of the Sith.
And he was in her head.
Her body was feeling numb, unresponsive, and cold.
She felt naked, shucked of her armor, her weapons, her pride and dignity. Dark, bony, slimy hands seemed to grip her, draining the strength and warmth from her body and an image appeared to her of the Sith Lord corpse fondling and caressing her in a sick embrace.
The laughter continued and a phrase repeated itself as the illusion seemed to grow more real.
You will obey Thatu Razg.

Cene forced her numb limbs to rip her helmet off and she vomited upon the stone floor.
Terror, Hatred, every ounce of vile that seemed to exist was rolling within her as the twisted illusions, mocking laughter, and hypnotic phrase kept assailing her.

This could go not on.
She rationalized as best she could.
The enemy is in my head.
He's attacking my thoughts.
If I stop thinking, he has nothing to attack.
I have to stop thinking.
She smashed her head against the floor
And everything was quiet and dark for a while.

Several miles go quickly as a bird flies. Resuming his normal form, the demon known as Nakara landed on top of a landing pad on the outskirts of town. Waiting there was none other than a small, black Kushiban, the only companion which managed to hold the current record of staying alive at just over two months, though many had attributed this to Nakara actually having a "soft side". The reality, though, was vastly different. The small Kushiban was indeed force sensitive, beyond measure at that, but in the eyes of the universe, the being would never amount to much. He neither could wield a saber, nor was his power great, though he managed to do one thing well: survive Nakara.

"Its bad enough that nobody considers me a real opponent," the small furry creature snidely remarked. "But then there is you, pulling pranks and making me look bad. I'm nothing but a joke amongst the lowliest acolytes."

"I happen to like jokes," Nakara said flatly, his mood no longer insanely gleeful, though the smile hadn't disappeared. "And there are worse names, Kawaii."

"Trust me, I know. You usually call me them," the kushiban retorted. Nakara quickly snapped the small creature up into his arms. Kawaii only gave a growl.

"You're getting better, Mr. Bigglesworth," Nakara teased. Of course, this naturally infuriated the beast, who summoned all his strength into a concentrated blast of force lightning. While Nakara's teeth turned blue from the bioshock, he gave a hearty laugh as Kawaii finished his blast, panting.

"I thought I told you never to call me that again," Kawaii muttered.

"You're such a spoilsport, Harvey. Where's the fun in life?"

"I don't know. You seem awfully unprofessional. And I'm worried."

"At what, Bugsy? Being seen in public associating with a certified criminal whackjob? I can always give you a costume!"

"It seems you're Lord Nakara number two today. You're not funny, nor are you serious. I've already got the ships coordinates ready. They destroyed your little bug, too. Can we just get going back to the lab then? I never quite understand how those cyborg slime put up with you," the Kushiban retorted, as it tried to wiggle free.

"Very simple, in exchange for a lab, technology, and only one way in or out of the system which is heavily guarded, I grant them free sith secrets and various waste processing recepticles. Its purely a buisness endevour. I only wish they were better conversationalists. Although, you still need punishment," Nakara said, beaming with glee, as the electricity ran through his hands and fried the small mammalian creature.

Quickly hopping into his fighter, he made ready the trip deep into the outer rim, towards the toxic planet which the demon called "home".