Crusade of the Force

Draco Korr

Draco opened his eyes and blinked a few times, trying to clear his hazey vision. All around him, enormous multi-colored planets and fungi of all different varieties sprung from the ground. The air was hot and humid much like a tropical forest, and a light mist could be felt brushing against his face, almost like a never ending web. He started to walk slowly and looked up as the dry brush crunched underneath his heavy footsteps and the sun glistened gleefully off his yellow eyes.

Draco could not understand how he had gotten here on Felucia nor why he was here. He only knew that he had only visited this hell hole once before and didn't much care to be here...Hell, he'd rather be on Tattooine any day than to be here again. True, Felucia had quite the easy appearance on the eyes with all its beautiful colorations, but the humidity and hostile creatures had a tendacy to take ones attention away from those factors and make you long to be ANYWHERE else in the galaxy.

Draco kept walking and forced himself to bring his attention back to the situation at hand in order to survive long enough to escape this place. Suddenly, A distant rumbling echoed through Felucia's atmosphere. Draco looked up once again, trying to locate the source of the noise. Soon, he spotted a ship approaching from the horizon...Then another...Then another. He squinted against the dying sun in order to get a closer look. It wasn't long before the ships were close enough that Draco could identify them as Republic gunships and bombers.

Draco turned and began sprinting. He didn't know where to run or where to take cover, all he knew was that he needed to escape. His heart began beating faster and stronger, his breathing began to become heavy and irregular. Soon, they began to become insync with one another, as their rythem threaten to fatigue Draco and bring him down. The destructive rythem began to soon fade however into a sound that Draco knew meant that bombs had been released. He dove and hit the deck as explosions rocked the area around him. More and more bombs were impacting the ground around him, heat lancing at his flesh and debris tearing at his clothes.

When the destructive volley had seized, Draco stood and immediately found himself in the thick of a raging ground war. Troops were yelling, running, shooting, and throwing their own bombs. Dust and debris were so thick in the air that Draco could neither see nor breathe to calm his already burning lungs. He saw flashes of blaster bolts and violent orange plumes of fire and light as more bombs exploded. Then, he thought he saw what looked like a crimson lightsaber swinging in the gritty distance.

He drew his saber and ignited its red blade, readying himself to enter the raging war in front of him. Suddenly, a figure broke through the veil of dust and approached Draco. "THANNOS?!" Draco could hardly believe it. Thannos had been dead for years now. Draco smiled upon seeing his late brother once again. "Thannos! I thought you were dead."

"I am my young brother. And you will surely join me if you do not leave this place." A firm , but caring hand fell to Draco's shoulder. "This is not the place for you my brother...Please Leave..." The last words echoed as Thannos began to fade into nothingness...Then, he was gone. Tears threatened to erupt from Draco's eyes. It had felt like he had lost Thannos all over again. Suddenly, a feint beeping could be heard from somewhere in the distance. Draco was trying to figure out what is was when a nearby explosion rocked him off his feet. Draco hit the ground with a *THUD* and squinted in pain. He opened his eyes and found himself impaled through the stomach by some random debris. He tried to get up but was too weak... He was helpless and dying. From out of what seemed like nowhere, the beeping he had heard only seconds before had grown louder. He looked to the chaos in front of him to see a thermal detonator land at his side. Now he knew the source of the beeping, it grew louder and louder. Then it went off, bright light engulfed Draco, and then...Darkness.

Draco snapped up in a jerk. He was now in his pilot's seat in the cockpit of his transport, the Death's Hand. Humph. Must have been a dream...or maybe...a vision? The cockpit's lighting was set to low and all was deathly silent in the small confined area, except that the beeping sound he had heard in his dream was still echoing in his ears. He looked around the cockpit and it didn't take long for Draco to figure out that the ringing sound was the communications console informing him that he had a waiting transmission. He quickly reached over and activated the message.

The comm crackled to life as a tiny, transparent blue figure appeared before him. Draco had expected it to be from someone back at the guild hall contacting him to bother him with some more insugnificant problems. But instead, he found it to be someone he had not talked to in quite sometime. "Well well. If it isn't the mighty Crozeus!" A sarcastic smile twisted Draco's face into something even more repulsing than it already was. Draco slid back slackly in his seat. "To what do I owe the honor of you contacting me? Have you changed your mind and decided to join the Dark Brotherhood?"

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"If you are foolish enough to underestimate the power of the Dark Brotherhood, then you will surely meet a similar fate as the fool before you who made the same mistake."

Draco Korr
Grand Shadow Lord of the Dark Brotherhood

Sirak Sazen

As the Republic fleet made its way gently through hyperspace, Sirak Sazen awoke out of another frightening dream. Why does this keep happening? I've done everything they told me! The dreams never seemed to stop and grew steadily more frightening each night. Perhaps it was anxiety. Sirak knew what was next. Attempting to negotiate with the newly strengthened Sith menace was going to be a useless measure. There was no bargaining, no reasoning with a Sith. Danger surrounded this mission. War was inevitible.

Sirak quickly dress himself in his Jedi robes, his demeanor that of frustration. His small dorm was filled with a golden light that reflected upon his little amount of possessions. He left the room with haste and made his way to the mess hall to meet his former master. Announcements blared over the loudspeakers. The corridors were filled with soldiers and officers maintaining he ship and preparing for battle.

Had it really come to this? After decades of peace and growth, how could the threat of another war be thrust so dangerously upon them? The question rattled through Sirak's mind distracting him and causing a collision with another Jedi, or so called Jedi. Sirius Attero had fallen to the ground. Sirak attempted to help him up, but his hand was swatted away. Before Sirak could even apoligize, Sirius picked himself up and walked in the opposite direction.

The mess hall was flooded with the roar of conversation. Several nearby soldiers were taking bets on how many Sith soldiers they could kill. Felucia was in range now. Sirak could feel it. Standing at the end of the hall was his master. Arik Crescent. His greying hair reached his deep green eyes. Crescent had been discussing plans with a Republic captain before his beaming face met his former pupil's. "Ah, Sirak. How nice of you to join us." His voice rang like a rowdy adventurer. "The captain and I have been discussing emergency plans should our negotiations fail." His face took on a look of hope at these words. Arik really wanted to fight the Sith.

"The Council members will meet with some of the Sith leaders aboard one of their ships outside of Felucia. It's dangerous but somebody has to do it. Should the scum double-cross us, we'll send a message to the Jedi on our ships with the Force. We'll probably have to fight our way out," he said grinning. Now go get prepared. You and I will be coming along as enforcers with about a dozen other Jedi."

Sirak tried to respond to his master. Why would he be sent aboard? There were many others much more powerful than he. Arik could obviously read his thoughts. He gave Sirak a reassuring pat before sending him off.
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"I find it hard. It's hard to find, oh well, whatever, nevermind."

Xander Vos

Narum Taal, Mandalore the Dominant, sat calmly in his cabin as the ground beneath his feet vibrated smoothly. The Enforcer and the other seven Crusader-class Corvettes flew smoothly through Hyperspace, heading towards their target, Felucia.

The Republic had contacted Mandalore weeks prior, notifying him of the Sith presence on the world, and the problem this caused them. Mandalore had accepted without hesitation, as his hatred of the Sith had grown since their invasion of Bakura nearly three years ago. His Supercommandos had been trained specifically with Force-sensitive enemies in mind, and were prepared for any conflict that they would find on Felucia.

As a tone chimed softly in his cabin, Mandalore stood, donning his helmet as he left his cabin, headed for the bridge, as the craft began to prepare to exit Hyperspace.

The Enforcer, one of MandalMotors many new craft following the end of the Darth Miedo conflict, wore its battle scars proudly. It had been Krash Vhed - the previous Mandalore's - flagship in the fight against the remnants of Darth Miedo's forces following the Battle of Reldar Prime. Now it was Narum Taal's, and served him well.

As he reached the bridge, Mandalore glanced around at his crew, all loyal Mandalorians who had witnessed great changes to their homeworld over the past decade. The Darth Miedo Conflict had come and passed, the Sith had become temporary allies in the aftermath, and then, after their brash invasion of Bakura, instant enemies, due to Mandalore's Jedi allegiance.

He glanced at several in particular, drawing nods of admiration from them. Having been Mandalorian for a little over a decade now, Taal had worked the hard way to earn Mandalorian respect, having not been a Mandalorian by birth. He had been found by a Mandalorian soldier during the Darth Miedo conflict, Sheer, who had taken him back to Mandalore, where Narum Taal had trained in the Mandalorian customs, becoming all but a true Mandalorian and, when he forged his first set of armour on his eighteenth birthday, declared himself as much a Mandalorian as Sheer himself.

When Krash Vhed grew close to death, Taal had seen his chance, campaigning to become his successor, his main opponent being none other than Sheer. However, Taal's military experience from the war, as opposed to Sheer's preference to farming and peace, saw Taal take a vital advantage in the power struggle following Vhed's death. Employing a Bounty Hunter to assassinate Sheer, Taal had assumed the mantle of Mandalore the Dominant, earning the respect of any Mandalorians who had been in doubt of his capabilities for one so young.

The ship dropped out of Hyperspace, breaking Mandalore out of his train of thought. The planet Felucia sat before him, a beautiful jewel, settled in the darkness of space, unaware of the fierce battle that was about to rip it apart.
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Time to start again.

Crozeus

Crozeus snorted derisively at the hologram of the leader of the Dark Brotherhood. Dressed completely in dark robes the only thing distinguishing him from the shadow was the silvery breastplate of polished Mandalorian Iron he wore. His favourite lightsaber, the hilt bonded in gold hung from his side.

"Don't flatter yourself Korr," he sneered. "I was merely informing you that we strike as soon as the Republic drop out of hyperspace. The cargo on those ships... I don't know exactly what it is, but it is crucial to them, and the High Council wants it."

Crozeus was standing on the bridge of the Guardian class destroyer he had been given. He had christened it The Retaliator. The Republic were going to pay for what they had done, and the name seemed to fit.

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Commander Malice looked over the screens being displayed from the probe droids. A large blip appeared on-screen as the Republic merchant fleet dropped out of hyperspace, disrupting the calm above Felucia. Malice strode to his seat and strapped in.

"All units, jump to your positions on my signal. If we can take the ships without a fight, we will do so."

Three counts later, and the small Sith fleet jumped to hyperspace.
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A history lesson:

Lord Lanik

Hyperspace was quiet, but the ship wasn't. Lord Invisus sat on the floor in his room on the Super Star Destroyer Reaper . A low grunt split the silence in the rooms as the former Morgukai warrior's knife made a clean slice down his chest. The dark red blood from the wound trickled down his bare chest. His gutteral moans rose louder as the knife made another slice.

"M'dweshuu, grant me the power to kill the Jedi," the Sith Lord of Pain's voice rose in the ancient, hypnotic chant of the Morgukai. The chant continued, and so did the knife until a beep from the door to the room shook him from the trance-like state.

Invisus rose, and without bothering to cover the fresh wounds on his chest, let the door slide open. A Sith naval officer stood at attention in front of the door. The man gaped in suprise as he saw the blood on Invisus' chest. Making a visible effort to compose himself, the man spoke.

"M-my Lord, the Republic Envoy is back, " the man said, his voice more than a little unsteady. "He wishes to speak with you."
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Sirak Sazen

Liberator had come out of hyperspace in orbit of Felucia. Sith warships were poised ready for action not far away. One had drifted off away from the opposing fleets, their destination. Sirak's nerves had never been the best even after his days as a Padawan. Before he boarded the transport ship, he confessed his concerns to his old master. "There's no need to worry m'boy. It'll likely be an uneventful waste of time. Just grit your teeth and stay strong. Remember your training." Even his master's reassurance hadn't quite calmed him. He was in too deep now.

The window on the side of the transport told the whole story. They were slowly moving through space towards the lone Sith ship floating in isolation. Dozens of Imperial warships and frigates floated over Felucia matched only by the numbers of the Republic fleet. Below them sat Felucia, the "world of hell and horrors" as described by one Jedi. Sitting around Sirak were nearly a dozen other Jedi sitting motionless in their thoughts. The target ship was getting closer now. The silence was unbearable.

((Lanik, I'm leaving a little room now for others who wish to join. We'll be up to Invisus by my next post.))
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"I find it hard. It's hard to find, oh well, whatever, nevermind."

Draco Korr

Draco sat in silence in the cockpit of the Death's Hand for just a few seconds longer while he wandered through his thoughts and trying to regain his composure from that strange dream he had had. he was trying to determine wether he should shake it off and just pass it as another dream or if he should be concerned that it might be the force trying to show him something. There was something nagging at him and bringing him back to it though. It just seemed so...REAL.

Finally, he reached over the many winking lights and screens on the console and activated the ship's internal com unit.

"Reaver! Melick! Report to the cockpit at once."

A young mans voice came back over the speaker, "We're on our way Master Korr."

Draco began to fumble over the navi-computer's controls with a still shakey, black gloved hand as he began inputting the coordinates that Crozeus had transmitted to him only minutes before. Shortly, the door behind Draco slid silently aside and revealed two young men standing one behind the other. Reaver, a red skinned Sith Twi'lek Draco had discovered on Courascant, stood in front followed by Melick, a Jedi Human from Corellia.

Reaver had long head tails (Lekku) that hung slackly down his back, red eyes, a broad shaped fore head and a strong set jaw. Although he was still young, his hardened features did him no justice in the way of smooth and fair features. He had on his normal all black sith robes but lacked his thick, heavy cloak. His saber, silver and with rippled features to provide a better grip, hung from his belt and swayed off his thigh as he entered the cockpit.

Melick was very tall for a human. He had eyes as blue as the lakes on Naboo, slimmer body frame and facial features than that of Reaver, and hair as dark as space. His hands were twice the size of Reaver's, which is why Draco was training him in the art of hand to hand combat as well, and he had legs and arms as bulky as tree trunks. Melick was wearing his full attire which was not the classic tunic, robes, and cloak. Instead, Melick prefered to wear dark colored loose fitting pants with pockets on the outside of the thighs, a not so loose fitting tan muscle top covered partially by a darker tan, not so heavy over coat. His saber was sleek and solid silver, resembling a straight rod with an emitter.

They took their rightful seats and Draco began to fill them in on the upcoming mission and the odds that they faced. But like true Brotherhood members, they did not argue or refuse the matter. They busily went about their normal functions, running systems checks and diagnostics. When they had the safe passage confirmation from the navi-computer and the go aheads from his two apprentices, they made the jump.

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The lone transport dropped out of hyperspace and slowed their engine's throttles. Then, Melick reported, "Master Korr, Felucia is at our three. We still have the green light on all systems. We're ready when you are Milord."

"Verywell Melick. Adjust the ship's trajectory and keep our throttles steady."

"Yes sir."

The ship began to turn and soon, Felucia's beautiful features filled about 45% of their forward viewport and was surrounded by an estimated three dozen ships or more.

Draco snarled and said, more to himself than anyone, "Crozeus. You told me that this would be big. But you did not mention that it would be THIS big." He spoke louder so that he could be heard clearly, "Go and prepare our things."

Both replied together, "Yes Sir!"

"And padawans?"

They stopped.

"You had better pack us light... But you must also ready us for a warm, humid, and hostile mission."

They turned and disappeared from the cockpit.
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"If you are foolish enough to underestimate the power of the Dark Brotherhood, then you will surely meet a similar fate as the fool before you who made the same mistake."

Draco Korr
Grand Shadow Lord of the Dark Brotherhood

Xander Vos

Mandalore gazed out at the infested world of Felucia as it hung in space before the Enforcer. The planet, a solitary spot of bright colours - blues and greens - was surrounded by dozens of warships of varying allegiances. He had been told by the Republic he was required for an important battle, he did not know, however, that this battle would be the size of a small-scale war.

The comm officer on the bridge indicated that they were being hailed by Republic forces, so Mandalore indicated that the signal should be allowed through.

Turning to the holo-cam, Mandalore removed his helmet, smiling gently into the camera for the benefit of the Republic captain.

"Ah, captain, right on time. I was afraid you may have made a wrong turn."

"Mandalore," the Captain said, bowing respectfully, "I have been informed by my superiors that you have agreed to take orders from me throughout this battle, and I thank you for the humility and respect that that shows for the Republic. The Republic will, as agreed, supply your world with twenty-three GOLAM Defence Platforms once we are done with the Sith here."

Mandalore bowed his head, almost mockingly, "Thank you, Captain, it is reassuring to note that the Republic still considers Mandalore one of its closest allies. Those GOLAM platforms will be put to extremely good use as Mandalore seeks to stabalise its borders."

"I hope," the captain said, almost cautiously, "That you do not mean that your people will be seeking to gain more territory. That was never part of the bargain."

"It is only natural that Mandalore will offer surrounding systems protection if they wish to join the Mandalorian Empire," Mandalore said, innocently, "That is not to say, however, that they will be forced, through violent or non-violent means. We would never dare go up against the Republic. Your struggle with the late Darth Miedo demonstrates the folly in that."

"Good," the Captain said, suspiciously, "We're coming up on the world now, so get your men to battle stations, this is about to get hot."
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Time to start again.

Lord Invictus

Invictus strode down the hallway silently, his light-combat shoes slipping on the metal floor without a sound. Bringing himself to his own personal room, he tore open the door with a jerk of his hand.

Inside, he simply strode up to his chair and began contemplation of the possible battle in the future: The Republic wouldn't simply allow Felucia to fall into Sith hands this quickly.

"Sir," was the simple mumble the holographic image of one of the Army-pilots Invictus commanded. "We're beginning a descent toward Felucia. Orders?"

"Wait in the hangar bays for some time, and arm up your transports. In due time, it may be convenient to send ground troops to the planet. I sincerely doubt the Republic doesn't already have stationed troops here, and if they don't, the Felucians aren't all on our side...."

"Understood."

"When you do land, don't let signs of Felucian treachery go unnoticed. It may seem cruel, but, if you must, kill all suspected traitors. The Empire depends upon its soldiers will to act for its safety."

"Yessir."

Invictus pulled himself up, attaching onto himself his battle armor, and equipped a comlink to his helm. At that, he strode down the hallway to the hangar where his ship, Sterblichkeit, stood waiting for him.
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Darth Splinter

Lieutenant Rohn Verrater sat in his bunk intently, staring off into space as his mind wandered. Images of himself shooting down surrendering Sith soldeirs sent a ice cold chill up his hardened spine.

"Lieutenant! Captain says he wants you to get your squad together. We're nearing Felucia." Rohn blinked rapidy and regained attachment with the world around him. He nodded in aknowledgement to the officer, but the officer lingered in the doorway."Are you alright, sir?"

"You heard the Captain, gear up!"

"Sir!"

With that, the officer promptly left. Verrater got on his knees an opened up his bedside storage container, punching in the code without giving it much thought. He looked down on his equipment, brushed his hair back with his hand, and let out a deep breath.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes. "Dammit." He murmured to himself. He reached for his standard issue Republic helmet, and fit it securely on his head, then going for his carbine. He gave it a quick look over and holstered it on his back. He brought himself up and spoke queitly to himself once more. "Let's just get this over with."

He marched down the hallway, casually ignoring most who passed him, until one of his men passed him. "Corporal." He called to the Zabrak that passed him. "What is our ETA?"

The Zabrak gave him a nervous look. "I..uh..didn't check." Rohn rolled his eyes and put his hand on the Corporal's shoulder. "For Sith's sake, Harnh, I give you the easiest task in the whole entire fleet and you still can't pull that off." Rohn started to smile and let out a small chuckle. It wasn't long until the Corporal caught on. He patted the Zabrak on the shoulder playfully and spoke. "Be careful out there, boy. Meet me in the prep room."

"Yes sir." He said with a smile and went on. The joke still could not completey hide the pain inside the Lieutenant. He kept that smile plastered on his face, but only to appear stronger to his men. It was a half-assed smile at that, but it would hold.

Rohn made a sharp turn into the prep room where his squad of about 15 men and women awaited his order. They were a diverse group. Human, Zabrak, Twi'lek. "Ladies..Gentlemen..sit please. Alright, you all know the drill. We are here in case the Jedi negotiations go awry, which, from my experience, probably will. There's no way we can know for sure what might happen. I'm guessing the Sith will stop by with more than a pen in hand. In that case, don't let them get it your way. They will try to crush your morale and flaunt their skills, but you can and will overcome it. Don't hesitate to..to...just keep fighting, alright? Maybe, just maybe, we will be spared, but that maybe is as slim as a famished Mynock. Dismissed."

As the squad cluttered out of the room, Rohn stayed back and leaned against a wall. As soon as the room cleared he bit his lip and took another deep breath. "This is the last one...I promise."
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I'm the sensible, tactful, and non Jewish Sam.

Crozeus

Crozeus watched as the delegacy moved off towards the Republic fleet. The largest of the other Sith ships, Reaper was emitting massive pulses in the Dark Side.

Crozeus returned his attention to the hologram in front of him.

"Are they nerves I detect in your voice Korr?" He spoke in a voice dripping with sarcasm. "Surely you can handle a couple of fat merchants and pathetic Republicans. Don't worry," he added with a sneer, "Your wimps might not even have to fight if the Republic sees sense and gives up their cargo without a fight."

Un-necessarily, he gestured out of the viewport at the Super Star Destroyer. "It's not as if they stand a chance."

The delegate's ship slowly moved closer, a moth in the glow of Felucian light.
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A history lesson:

Draco Korr

Draco could sense Crozeus's words through the force, and they were dripping with sarcasim; and to make matters worse, Crozeus relished in his bad humor towards Draco. But this did not bother Draco, for he knew that Crozeus had witnessed firsthand the handiwork of the Dark Brotherhood, and this is why he had requested their services. Neither Jedi nor Sith cared for Draco and his clan, but this is only because Draco had discovered that gray area between light and dark and had perfected the art of dwelling in it. In many ways, their arrogance, stubborness, and sad devotions to their religions had blinded them all from the truth. On day, Draco would succeed in uniting all force users under his banner, and when the light and dark could co-exist, he would have brought true balance to the force. His two padawans were proof enough of this. Even though they did not always agree, they cared for one another like brothers. On the battlefield, they worked insync with one another, protecting each other and the guild. They were like fire and water, and together their skills combined into a gracefully flowing inferno...they were unstoppable.
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"If you are foolish enough to underestimate the power of the Dark Brotherhood, then you will surely meet a similar fate as the fool before you who made the same mistake."

Draco Korr
Grand Shadow Lord of the Dark Brotherhood

Sirak Sazen

Sirak attempted to get a hold on himself. Every inch of him was screaming in protest against the useless mission. Remembering an old teaching his master had taught him, Sirak maintained his composure and sat deep in meditation. Attempting to block out everything else and listen to the will of the Force was a chore, but he had finally managed to find a point of meditation. The familiar visions haunted him once again.

Screams. Wandering through a corridor without end. A burning world of sin and death with a small gleam. More screams. Unimaginable pain. Betrayal. Those eyes, lifeless and empty staring him down. The darkness rising like a storm over the sea. [i]Fire raining down upon everything he knew. An unseen foe growing in size.[i/]

"Sazen, there's a job to be done." The rough-looking Twi'lek Jedi Master shook him awake, putting an end to the nightmares. The vision had strangely driven out the voices warning him of danger. He now had a new composure. He felt brave and strong and willing to fight off the Sith plague spreading across the Galaxy. It was like a great beast had arisen within him roaring with confidence.

The soft thud of the transport landing within the hangar startled Sirak. He wondered how long the vision had lasted. It felt like hours. Before he could reason any further, the Twi'lek stood up. His face bore the wear of a warrior. "You know the drill. I want you two to watch the ship." He pointed at a pair of Nautolan Jedi who seemed just as nervous as Sirak had been. "Give us a signal if there's a problem." He threw the pair a comlink before turning to his left. "Reese, Toro, Acktii... You'll follow us and and stand guard outside the door. Nobody gets in during the negotiations."

"Raven, Sazen, and Vandus will stand within the meeting place should the negotiations go awry." The following three Jedi - the Twi'lek, Crescent, and a dark-skinned Zabrak that Sirak recognized as a Kolor - were obviously in charge of negotiations. Sirak looked over his fellow enforcers as the transport door swung down. "Edin Raven was a Human and former friend of Sirak's years before. The two had a falling out after a mission on Talus. The other Jedi referred to as 'Vandus' stood behind with his cloak up. Sirak didn't know this man.

The march up to the Sith's meeting room was relatively short, although this could be due to Sirak not paying attention to anything; his mind hovering in space. They had quickly reached the door, dropping off the 3 guards before stepping into the chambers.
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"I find it hard. It's hard to find, oh well, whatever, nevermind."

Lord Lanik

Invisus watched as the two Jedi strode into the room. Two Zabrak and a Twi'Lek (Correct?). Zabrak for nagotiations? From Invisus had heard, they were more agressive. Invisus fingered the lightsaber hanging at his belt, the one he had made under the tutelage of his now deceased master. Lanik had broadened Invisus' veiw of the Dark Side, but more than anything, had taught him that there was more to pain than psyical hurts. The thought of pain reminded him of the fresh wounds on his chest, the ones that had his cortis weave armor pressing up against them. Every time he moved fresh stabs of pain ran through his body. He savored it each time it happened.

"Ah Jedi, you are back," the he said, not bothering to hide the contempt in his voice. If these Jedi didn't know the nagotiations were fake by now, then they were even more foolish than he thought. "We will try to come to an, exceptable compramise."
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Draco Korr

After a couple of minutes, Draco's deep raspy voice seeped out from the darkness of his hood.

"Throttles down. Hold our position here."

"We're not attacking Milord?" came Reaver's deep, surprised reply.

"Not as of yet. By now, the Jedi should have boarded the Sith ship and the negotiations will have been underway by several minutes now. Our orders are only to provide support should the negotiations fail."

It was now Melick's turn, "Forgive me Milord but, why are the fleets needed if negotiations are the only objective?"

"A wise question indeed my padawan. You must reach out with your senses and you will surely come to the same conclusion as I have."

Melick closed his eyes and began to search for his answer.

"Clear your mind of all destractions. Breathe deeply and reach out with your feelings. The force will show you what you want to know and much more. But be cautious when sensing the future. Nothing is set in stone for the future is always in motion. Be mindful of everything is reveals to you."

Draco could sense that he was deep within the force.

"Now tell me Melick, what do you sense?"

"Darkness, cold, deception and death"

"And what of the many possible outcomes?" Draco asked inquisitively.

"Most end in the same manner."

"Exactly, the negotiations are destined to fail, that is the here and now that we must be concerned with. Both sides know that the negotiations will fail and are prepared for war. No doubt this will turn hot in a matter of minutes. But since the future is never clear, we can only ride it's dark currents, and handle it as we see fit. This is where our destinies interfere. And we must trust in the force, and it's reasons for guiding us here."

"But master, why bring only three of us when you knew of the outcome of this situation?"

"Because my padawan, three Brotherhood members is more than enough. Come now, do you honestly think I hadn't made proper preperations? I have put in place a secret plan that only few are aware of. Worry not young one, I have taken my precautions, that is all you need to know. Now hold our position here."

"Yes Master"

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"If you are foolish enough to underestimate the power of the Dark Brotherhood, then you will surely meet a similar fate as the fool before you who made the same mistake."

Draco Korr
Grand Shadow Lord of the Dark Brotherhood