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"Yes. But I can't do it alone, I'll need an army, a navy. Which is where the Senate comes into play. And the Jedi cannot be allowed to exist, should my plan go straight."

With those words, he lit his lightsaber.

A man suddenly creeps up behind the two. "So...you want an army?", he asks.

((Im an inventor...with a teleportation device.))

((i was thinking more along the lines of something else... containing two zeroes, and i don't mean the fighter planes))

Selkisto sighed. Things hadn't been going well, lately. Usually, though, that meant his luck would change. His life had a weird way of rocking between extremes in luck. He wasn't quite at a low... he was swinging down, actually, it seemed. Soon, it would go back up, and he would be saved from whatever occurred. Of course, he never really accomplished that much that way, but bills were paid from time to time, and no alternative was in sight.

He made his way down to the lower levels. They had been his home some twenty years ago, and had changed much in that time. For the better, perhaps, but only slightly. They were still dirty and seedy and dangerous. His kind of territory. Not that he preferred it, but it seemed that he settled best in it. Of course, he didn't plan to settle /down/ here. Literally 'settling down' in the lower levels, he thought, and laughed to himself.

He went to a spot he usually came to for info, back when he was with the Bothans. Someone else lived there now. It was an apartment; used to be a bar and strip club. Selkisto had gotten an education in many things down here.

With that spot out, he looked for familiar faces. He found some, but avoided them- there were some Bothans he had betrayed some time ago. They still bore scars from Imperial treatment. Being an ex-Imp wasn't exatly a favorable position nowadays. When he was a kid, joining the Imperial Naval Academy on Coruscant was some kind of unattainable dream that all the kids had. Selkisto reflected on the fact that it was probably his actions, not his dreams, that got him into the Navy. But kids will be kids. All kids should be like that; no kid should join the Navy, squating in a durasteel coffin with nothing but life-taking space around you.

Selkisto wished he'd been a normal kid, that the war had been a fantasy or a dream to him. But no, it was all very, very real. His eyes had seen the horrors that kids never knew of, the things that propoganda censored and the holo news stations left out of their reports. The images of pilots' exploded bodies, hurtling through the vacuum of space were burned on his brain. In a way, Selkisto was glad that they were there. They reminded him why he didn't want to die, why he had to keep on living.

He wanted to die the way /he/ wanted to die, not in some pathetic death like all the other fools he knew, or got close to for that matter.

Finally a familiar face. A good source, too. Selkisto approached a wizened Ithorian merchant.

"Hey, there, elbow neck!"

Heb Rondinge's large eyes arced up to peer at Selkisto. "Why, Selk!" two mouths uttered garbled basic in stereo sound, "Of all people I expected to see today, I least expected you. I thought you'd been killed!"

Selkisto smiled, shaking his head. "You should know better, Heb. You can't kill me once. Or twice, for that matter. I'd try three times, just to see."

Heb got the true meaning of that. "Why, what happened to that boy I knew? You were so serious, your, your parents-" realization and retrieved memories cascaded across aged eyes. "Ah, yes, I'm sorry. Change subject. So, yes, how are you?"

"Alive, Heb. That's all that matters anymore."

"indeed it is," the Ithorian nodded. "Indeed it is. Well, to what do I owe this pleasure?"

Selkisto tilted his head a little, his smile becoming lopsided. "I need information, Heb."

"Ah, of course! You were always here before, for the spies, I remember!"

Selkisto looked around nervously.

"Sorry, Selk, sorry, I forgot that too." He coughed. "Well, what do you need?"

"Ship transponder code, and lists of arrivals, along with passenger info and residency reports."

The alien hunched a bit, the hump of his back becoming more noticeable, "You ask much, Selk. I will get you what I can, but I need specifics."

"The senator that returned from Bespin. I know your skills, that should be all you need."

"Selk, my boy, I-" he paused a moment. "No, I'd better not ask. I hope to see you again, Selk. Don't die for real." He reached into a pouch in his robes. "Here's one of my comm units. I'll call you when I get the info."

"Thanks, Heb."

"No problem, Selk, anything for an old friend. Of course... I would like something in return."

Selkisto smirked. "I was waiting for that. How much?"

"Oh, no, I have no need for money now. It doesn't even do any good down here. A friend of mine has a son, a boy about sixteen. He was abducted a few weeks ago. I have weak business relationships with him that need to be strengthened. If you know what I mean."

"You always were quite shrewd, Heb. I thought you didn't care about money anymore?"

"I do, I just said I didn't need it now. But one never knows, so one must save. Especially down here."

Selkisto nodded. "Thanks, Heb."

The Ithorian nodded back. "Goodbye, Selk."

" Well, as you know, I graduated from the academy on Korriban. I know that would be one place to start with gathering some troops. Mostly storm troopers or basic TIE Fighter pilots, but it's a start. " Angel said as she dodged the Dark Lord's 1st swing, and blocked his lunge attack with her saber. " Also, if we could get your former apprentice to work with us, he could probably get several Mandalorians to join with the forces we could get from Korriban. Plus, you know how Mandalorians like to manufacture better-than-average weapons and armor. " She then began to circle the Dark Lord. " By the way, I've never seen your style of lightsaber techniques before. Is that a unique form or something? " She then stopped circling and came at the Dark Lord with a downward swing.

The shop was as busy as ever. Droids of all sizes were moved along convayer belts.

Sade led the way deeper into the shop. They walked passed many doors. Most being used to fix droids that were more inportant. They belonged to senators, men and women higher up.

They got to a larger door. The thing could not even be cut through with a saber. Drako lifted all his arms. He placed them in four 'key' holes. They looked like they would only fit his hands. He turned his hand in the holes and the door slowly opened.

" Drako? Why now? You have not been here in years. Your brother came by not to long ago. He asked about you. He asked if you needed any help.........Do you?"

Drako looked back at Sade. " I have many trying to get in my way....... There is a Jedi. I dont know him and i dont want to.....Ill just kill him. He and a Cale......"

" DARKSUN!?!?!.........I mean. I might know of him." sweatdrop

Drako eyed her. He walked into the the room. The room had many consoles and ports. The equipment in the room was top of the line. Drako spent years getting it this way. Since Sade was a little girl.

" Now lets find this friend of yours. Getting into the holo recerds of the landing zones. "

She did so. I took a moment befor she got in. " IM IN!! Hey....its the senator. Whos the girl?"

" Thats Angel....I think. I dont know any thing about her.....But him. I will kill him, once he serves his perpouse. Move on."

Minuets later. " I found him. He walked out of .......s**t! Got booted. I think it was gate 00-36. Bay 77."

" I am going to take some Droids with me, some D-33-TH Units. "

" Ok well......."

Drako walked out and activated 5 units. " D-33-TH Unit on line. "

Drako and the units walked out and back to his ship. They got in and took off. Sade locked up and got back to work.

" Well, I dunno how it got there... " Angel said, as she blocked the Dark Lord's 1st slice, and jumped back to avoid the next. " ... But I would guess some surviving Imperial officers and troops loyal to Vader decided to make a new academy there, to both train new Imperial troops, and to honor their leader by using the history of the planet to teach the new students. " She once again started to circle the Dark Lord. " It would seem most likely, because when I was there, I was taught about the Sith. There were no Sith Knights or Masters to train potential Sith, but there were historians who taught what they knew of the Sith, hoping to teach everyone there to hate the Jedi and all who would oppose the Sith. " She then stopped circling again and charged forward. " That's why I was given the lightsaber I had before this one... " After coming close enough, she swung her saber horizontally while doing a 360 spin. " ... A reward for being most like a Sith, because I let my passion and desire to be the best fuel my actions. "