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[[really? i thought earlier one person mentioned looking down at training initiates? I'll change that though.]]

Such a queer creature was this Traxian. All over the galaxy, Aryx's past life had taken him to Wild Space, and to the very fringes of the Unknown Region. He had encountered enigmatic races such as the Chiss, Anzati, and the Trianii. He had walked upon strange worlds, knocked on Death's door more then once, and in all his time he had never seen or encountered a creature like the one before him.

A strict since of honor ruled this ones life. It was that obvious to see. He recognized the bowing, the placing of the saber in clear view, the dangerous action of exposing one's neck to a complete stranger as a sine of respect, honor, and submitence. But for how long? Aryx's eyes narrowed slightly. How long before this one thought he was a match to take on the Echani? He was bound by his honor code, but the Dark Side had ways of severing such bonds. An ounce of arrogance could grow into an entire ocean if left unchecked. Aryx knew this first hand.

He stood, reclaiming his weapon. For a moment Aryx stared into his yellow eyes, and then stepped forward with a stride. He reached out with the Force and grasped every internal organ in the Traxian's body he could. He squeezed gently, once again letting the creature know Aryx could crush him in a whim.

"You have power, that much is obvious, and that presence of power is what keeps me from making you the ship's choir boy. So, as far as I am concerned, you are nothing more then an hopeful.

"There is a code of respect and a chain of command on board this ship. I have an apprentice, he will soon graduate to knight. You follow his word, second to mine. As well, the captain and a few of the other high officers here have dominion over you.

"There are two, aside form the Emperor, who you will show the utmost honor and respect for when in and out of their presence. That being Lady Merisa, the Emperor's apprentice, and Fleet Admiral Skkou Runtre. Both of their words come before mine. There is one other, though I am not sure of him. I believe he is a Hand, if that is so then his word is also above any order I give you."

Aryx finally paused. He allowed it all to sink into Tazk's head. He had still not released his grip on his insides, but it had lessoned, only slightly. Aryx’s eyes softened slightly as well, and his stance became more easy.

"As for training.... As a hopeful you are forbidden to reenter this room until you are accepted as an initiate. To do that, there are two tasks you must complete. You must swear allegiance to the Sith as well as to the Empire. I would rather you do that before the Emperor and the fleet admiral, but Lord Luke is away at the moment, and I have no idea where Runtre is.

Until she shows and the Emperor returns, you are free to roam the ship. How ever, you are to show ever man and woman on board, no matter what rank, the utmost respect. The Sith will no longer be the ignorant arrogant blood thirsty brutes they once were. Are there any questions that you have?"

He completely released the creature form his grip and took a step back. "No, I think you know every thing that is of importance as of now. I suggest you familiarize your self with the ship. You'll be hear for quite some. If you attempt to leave with out proper reason and permission your ship will be obliterated before you can enter hyperspace. Now leave."

Aryx saw no reason to stay and make sure the hopeful followed his command. He had personal matters to attend to. His face was now one of puzzling and thought. It had only dawned on him while talking with the Traxian. They're related. Why didn't I see it before? They look so much alike.

He turned a corner and passed an open door, he had just walked by when-"Why does this damn ship have to be so Sith-spawned-quiet?" He smirked and turned around. He had been so serious for so long that he had forgotten all about fun. He stepped forward and stood in the door way, his expression returning to one with out emotion.

"It is quite so my students can train. But if its really bothering you, the cafeteria is open and quite noisy." He crossed his arms and leaned on the thresh hold. He cared little if his presence was wanted or not. He would leave if asked how ever. He stared for a moment while waiting for her. She looks just like her...

"You could arrange to have hall patrols put back into effect. You are the Fleet Admiral." Personally, Aryx thoroughly enjoyed the still silence that consumed the ship on a regular bases, only the gentle hum of unseen machinery in the walls to keep one's ears company.

He stood in the door frame, watching her every move. Her hands were precise, not once did she fumble her flimsi-plast sheets. Each one moved immediately to where she wanted it with little to no resistance. Her tidiness with her files only cemented his notions. There was no doubting it. Fleet Admiral Skkou Runtre and former Dark Lord of the Sith Lady Atra were related in some way. Perhaps siblings.

She stood and walked to the door way, not even bother to look up and ask him to move, he pushed himself out of her path and stood in the corridor. Never once did his eyes leave her. She moved a few paces away form him before she asked her question.

He easily picked up on her annoyance and smirked. "Yes, i do have a question. Though you probably can't answer it, but, nothing ventured nothing gained. Where is Lady Atra?" He had been curious ever since he had awoken alone in the old Sith temple. There had been not a soul there save for his, and the Ladies Fore presence had evaporated to the point where it was nearly impossible to follow beyond the main door.

Tazk came upon mess hall of sorts that had windows facing space and found a seat near the window, facing out of it.

He meditated there for awhile, he thought of something Darth Maul, one of the only people you could really describe as a hero for Tazk, said (at least I'm preatty sure it was him).

Fear, Fear attracts the fearful
the strong
the weak
the innocent
fear is my ally

This had been something Tazk had taken to heart during his entire life. He knew the power that fear had, how his anger, his hate, his power and his bloodlust had been something he could use to strike fear so strong into peoples souls they dare not move, not breath. But before he had known about his connection to the force, it had been rampent, now that he could control it, harness it, he could do so much more than he could have when he was that tornado of blade, claw and fury onthe battle field. BUt it was not enough appearntly. Aryx had shown him his true lack of power, of ability, of skill. He had known he was not at the top, but to be so increably far from it was a new concept for him. He felt as if he had been incredibly ignorant before, which ment Aryx had already taught him a great lesson, meaning Tazk was indebted to him aside from the fact that he was a lesser to Aryx.

Tazk pull out a two small, connected one foot metal cylinders and pulled them apart, a thin fillment stretch out inbetween them. At that scamatics had turned on, many mechnism appeared in the holographic rendering of something. As Tazk tapped on the 'screen' the pictures changed many times and eventually zoomed out, showing a strange, sycth like weapon. Tazk looked at for a short while before putting the things away and muttering, "Not yet."

She would be wrong. He smirked widely. It was a heavily entertaining form of irony, really. Once, not to long ago, she scolded him for his ignorance and arrogance, and now, here she was speaking as though she knew every thing about him. He had to stifle a small laugh.

The connections and funds he was withholding from the empire were near astronomical, at least for one man. It was nearly mind blowing as to how fast one can accumulate wealth in only a matter of three years worth of bounty hunting. Especially when one only works for them selves. He knew of 'labor.' Its why he had never worked with any one in his old days. You always had to share the profit, you lost that extra 1000 credits you were going to spend on that illegal blaster modification. You lost that 9000 you were going to use to reload the concussion missile launchers on the port and starboard side of your ship. You had to pay the mongrel that half deal cut...ultimately loosing the majority of the funding you were going to use to over haul every thing you own. Yes, he knew how funds and funding worked.

Sadly, for her at least, this change of words did not stop him from delving into her thoughts. He touched no deeper then the surface, however it would not have been hard to move further. It was only the single filament-thin thread of respect that he had for her that kept him form moving deeper into her more personal thoughts. Her mind was like an extremely large print peace of flimsiplast. Just like the bounty scum he hunted in his early youth, Runtre offered no challenge to Aryx.

"Nothing more then idle chit chat between siblings then. But you don't know where she's been sending them from? Oh well, I suppose I'll have to check else where." He sighed the words as he turned around and walked away. He was a bit surprised that the admiral did not know how to trace messages, or perhaps she didn't bother. No matter, he knew there was no way he'd get access to what ever terminal she was using to receive them to check for himself.

He stopped before turning the corner back to the hangars, his voice rang down the hall to her. "Check your 'funds' with in the next few minutes, you'll find that they have significantly increased."

Her words did of coarse reach him. His reaction was simply to laugh, loud and hardy. It boomed and echoed down the halls to her ears. Once more she proved she knew absolutely nothing. Sad, one of her caliber being so ignorant. It was sort of selfish of her to think his credits would have been spent on her. Why would any one waist there money like that?

As for perversions, what was wrong with a student being concerned for their master? Her and the rest of the old academy had left him in comatose healing for three years...or less, depending on when they left the old temple. How could he not be curious as to her location. It was simple concern, and perhaps a bit of hate for being left behind.

This pile of space debris needs every pence it can get. he thought to himself as he entered the hanger containing his ship. He was surprised to find that the turrets were no longer trained on him and his ship. He doubted they trusted him, but what did it matter. With his ship facing towards the hull he could tear the hangar apart from the inside. With his speed he could be gone before they could track him.

But, where would he go? He often mused over it, never actually conceding going through with any of it. He would lose all hope of completing his dreams if he was successful. He would often play the scenario out in his head over and over. Perhaps he could sell out the empire, hack into their navi-computers and copy their hyper jump digits, and then copy his current coordinates and bring them to the Republic. Would they stop him? Could they? In their current state it wasn't likely. Of coarse, the Emperor could send on of his Hands after Aryx, forcing the dark master into hiding.

He knew the perfect place, Sarin, an old employer of Aryx, kept ysalamiri on his ship. He was a paranoid person that one, convinced that since the Republic could never find him they sent Jedi after him, or maybe there was another reason. Sarin knew far more about the Jedi then the average person. It made Aryx wonder some times.

"Maybe I should contact the cook." He would do just that. He boarded his ship, the quite silence blocking out the gentle hum of the star destroyer, the com messages being sent back and forth in the halls. All was silent and calming, Runtre had been pushed to the farthest corner of his mind. He sat down in front of the communications terminal and began setting up a tight bandwidth link.