Return of the Sith

The sun was high in the sky, the day hot, as it always was. Nieraan didn't care.

The Firrerreo was in one of the courtyards, as he often was, sparring another Sith, as he often did. He'd taken his coat off and laid it aside, leaving his shirt on underneath. A flurry of gold and blue surrounded him as he fought, using both of his blades locked end-to-end to form a saberstaff. Sweat formed a light sheen on his brow, and he could feel his muscles starting to get a good burn in them. That was good; meant he was pressing himself, moving forward. On Korriban, in the Sith Order, complacency was death.

The other Initiate wasn't too shabby. Nieraan knew he could best her if he used both his blades in Jar'Kai, but there was still learning to be had with his staff. And it provided more of a challenge, using a form he wasn't good at.

Even so, he had the upper hand. She was younger, less experienced, and weaker overall. And his attack had been relentless. It was just a matter of wearing her down, constantly pressing, never allowing her a chance to counter, though she did slip a few ripostes in. Most had been stopped, but one had managed to knick Nieraan on the side. With sabers set to training level it didn't matter much, but she'd gotten an elbow to the face in return.

He came in at her again, took her blade and bound it one of his. The back end swung around, barely missing her stomach as she hopped back. A push of the Force sent her flying back until a low stone bench caught her. Her lightsaber clattered to the ground. With a Force-powered leap, he was on her, the tip of his gold blade held to her throat. His sharp canines glinted dangerously in the sunlight as he stood over her like a wolf over fallen prey. "Dead. Again."

She pulled her lightsaber to her hand as she stood up. Nieraan ignored her grumblings and demands for a rematch and killed both of his sabers, slipping them back to their place on his belt near one that was still hanging freely. "I'm done with you. Find someone else if you want to keep getting beaten."

With that done, he strolled across the courtyard. His jacket flew through the air to him as he summoned it with the Force. At least she took some work to beat. Too many half-trained urchins running around here.

There wasn't much else on his agenda. Maybe head to the archives to see if he could find anything of worth. Or to a mess hall to get some food, though he wasn't particularly hungry. He could always go do some exercise...

Something in the Force caught his attention. He flicked his yellowed eyes up at the stone ceiling as he passed inside the Temple again. "Hm?"

It was a presence, hurtling down toward the surface. Toward the Temple. It wasn't hard to miss it. At first Nieraan thought it was some Sith returning from a mission or expedition or whatever the hell it was Iniquitous had people doing, but then he stretched his senses out further.

No, that wasn't it. Not at all. He couldn't sense it fully, not yet, but there was something distinctly familiar...

"Well, whaddya know?" said he, grinning. "He came back. This, I gotta see."

Nieraan had only felt the presence once, but it wasn't the sort of thing he could easily forget. He believed that this particular presence belonged to none other than Cho Wroth. That was only reinforced as he got closer to the ship, and then confirmed as he stepped out to the Temple's main entrance.

Cho was back, along with two droids. Nieraan jumped up to the top of the base of a large pillar and perched there like a gargoyle, watching the Noghri approach. Cho had been exiled from the Temple by Darth Renata herself; Nieraan had been there when it happened.

Yet here he was, coming back in broad daylight for all to see.

"I Cho Wroth Noghri and Sith have returned to Korriban and to the Lords."

Nieraan smirked wryly. I wonder what happens when they kick you out and you come back...

"Wroth!" He called before any of the others who were no doubt coming to see what was going on. "I thought you were gone for good. Too bad; I'd heard so many stories...

"But why are you coming back to a place and Lords that doesn't want you?" He leaned back, looking at Cho smugly. "Renata kicked you out, last I remember seeing."

Deep within the bowels of the Korriban Academy, Doviculous meditated. He reflected on the events of the past few months, the most notable were his assault on the Burning Order on Vendaxa, his mission to Ziost with that team of other initiates, and his meeting with the powerful, yet mysterious Noghri Sith on Ziost. Doviculous suddenly felt a ripple in the force, causing him to loose his concentration. His eyes snapped open, his blood red orbs surveying his 'room', if it could even be laughably called that. His room merely consisted of a bland bed, and the door was a heavy metal slab, with hinges and a bulkhead.

Doviculous sighed, what could possibly bother him at this time of the day? He slowly rose to his feet, and reached for his trenchcoat, and his saber. Whatever caused the ripple, it was outside of the temple, and pretty close. Quickly throwing on his coat, not bothering to pull up the hood, he sheathed his saber, used the force to open the door, stepped into the rather empty hallway, and made his way for the closest stairwell. As he ascended the stairs, the signature became more clear and pronounced, he had felt this signature before... on the frigid world of Ziost, in a large temple constructed in the side of a cliff. Cho Wroth...

Doviculous grinned, he had felt the noghri's signature during the mission to recover the necklace, and upon return to this academy, and flew back to Ziost and searched for him. When he did find him, they dueled deep within the bowels of a ruined temple, both seemed equally matched, and it whittled down to a draw. Cho said they would meet again, guess he was right. Soon Doviculous made it to the temple entrance, and he spied Cho, who was accompanied by two droids, and was confronted a near human.

Dov slowly strode down the stairs, and stopped about four steps away from the group. Greetings Cho, You surprised me with your untimely arrival. I guess you were right about that we'd see eachother again. He flashed a toothy grin, bearing his mouth full of razor sharp teeth. Finally, perhaps something to keep me entertained... It was getting bland here

(I could done a longer intro post, but i've been typing on my iPhone since the start of A present for his mistress, ands it's gotten tiring)

(After Traitors and Patriots)

The Wyrm whissled as it left Arkania's atmosphere, a streak of sweat came from the worm out Kajir, even in the planet icy weather the Sith assassin had managed to work out a sweat. Kajir was successful in his mission, he killed his target but failed to remove the thorn that had been guarding the woman Kajir had been sent to silence, a Jedi thorn...

Kajir had opted for retreat, he have not beaten a barbarian, he was not ready to faced someone using a lightsaber technique that relied on pure strength. Kajir would have to get more familiar with the lightsaber forms, but that was for another time.

Eventually the slick and extremly fast Wyrm made out of the planet and the assassin plunged the coordinates for Korriban, he also sent the transmission back to his superiors.

"Target Eliminated"

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Kajir fighter eventually jumped out of hyperspace, he was now above the space of Korriban in the outer rims. The home of the Sith, the cradle of what Kajir hoped to be the stepping stone for the future he so desired. The dark side in the planet was strong as always, a nexus of the dark desires of the force...

A wretched place Kajir the assassin called home.

A cruiser moved in to intercept Kajir sleek vessle, a transmission openned and requested for the proper codes, which the Assassin simply delivered he didn't felt like getting involve in a petty conversation with the cruiser's communicator.

Soon enough the Assassin's interceptor plunged into the atmosphere of the tomb world and the home of the new Sith. Kajir drove his ship into a hangar and procceded to land next to a larger ship. Kajir didn't even bother seeing who was getting off that peculiar ship.

Couple of minutes later, Kajir openned his codpit and climbed down from the Wyrm his trusty interceptor a one of a kind fighter with a hyperdrive system. Kajir was still dressed in his winter outfit, he quickly removed the heavy coat and pulled down his half mask, he openned the first few buttoms of his second shirt and untied his hair. He then locked the Wyrm and before the welcoming droid could say anything Kajir simply and coldly stated "Fill the tank".

Walking away from the Wyrm and the protocol droid, he noticed an assembly of figures, one which he instantly recognized. Cho Wroth, an unmistakable Noghri who followed the "will" of the force just as Kajir followed the "will" of his dream. The assassin stopped short for a second and let his eyes down to his right hand, the one that now had a scar which symbolized his trust in Cho and the promise that he would put Cho down should he go against the Sith.

Walking closer Kajir noticed another familiar face in the crowd, one which the assassin was not pleased to see.

He approached the group which already had a Devorodian in it.

"Cho Wroth," Kajir spoke, in his proffesional manner and gave the alien a small nod. He turned his attention to the fool, who although was better than a certain girl, was still someone Kajir couldn't wait to get the order to silence them for missbehavior.

"Nieraan...." He said slowly, the contempt in Kajir voice was still evident, not even the events in Naboo made the assassin tolerate the Firrerreo thug. Kajir didn't even bothered greeting the sadistic Devorodian, he had nothing to say to that one.

The deeply disturbed Firrerreo had just recently arrived on Korriban after a long absence, it had been his own choice as he had other issues that required his attention more. He had just settled back in and was touring the temple in his casual clothing a black silken shirt and his normal slacks, nothing required him to wear his robes at this moment, he wondered where Varulla had gotten off to. He had returned to Korriban with a companion, an apprentice at that and she seemed to disappear when they arrived.

Momentarily he felt the presence of something descending, obviously someone returning from a mission of some sort. He had nothing better to do so he figured he'd go up and see what the commotion was. As he reached the steps he noted several other presences, among them the Devaronian Dov whom he had met on Ziost. He sighed at seeing the Devaronian, the other presences he noted was a Firrerreo near to him. Looking up at the man he raised a brow. Another Firrerreo...This should be interesting, i havn't seen any of my kind since i killed my family on my home world.

He nodded to the man attempting to be respectful, he then noted the presence of the one who returned, Cho Wroth. He smirked, he had seen him once and remembered the Noghri's obsession with Renata. This should make for an interesting show he thought and with that he leaned against the stone wall next to him and nodded to the Noghri.

"Welcome back Cho, didn't think i'd see you around ever again. I see you've brought some friends, i don't think you'll change Renata's mind dragging around a mechanical prostitute." He laughed in his deep sadistic toned voice and stared at the Noghri with contempt, he had been shot down by Renata as well but thought the Noghri pathetic for going to the lengths he did. Shaking his head Koeing turned his attention to the more interesting Firrerreo. "Greetings, i've only recently returned so i suppose that would be why we havn't met. I've never seen another of my race here in the Sith Temple, my name is Koeing Turion."

Varulla'aba paced through the corridors of the Temple, making her way steadily toward the main entrance. If everyone was to be believed, it was a beautiful day. And she needed a breath of fresh air as a break from her examination of the archive documents relevant to her current... mission.

Today she'd foregone her Echani armor in favor of simple black robes. They hugged her curves admirably, though she didn't notice. The Twi'lek didn't put much thought into her physical appearance. She could direct her emotions at will, and if she absolutely had to she could probably manage seduction. But being 'pretty' didn't enter her mind for one moment.

Her boots clicked on the stone floors, echoing as she moved along at a casual pace. The entrance was almost there now, and she could sense multiple people. Only two stood out though, the familiar ones. Doviculous, the Devaronian she'd just found herself working alongside, and the other was her master.

Var was extremely pleased with the way that had developed. It had been something understood, a conclusion reached without words. It was natural, and a perfect fit. Koeing was the master, Var was the apprentice. A thin smile appeared on her face. Despite being a rather new arrival to the Sith, she was already progressing. Her experience was serving her well.

She stepped out into the sun now, blinking as her eyes adjusted to the bright light. There was quite the gathering indeed, and it all seemed to be centered on an unfamiliar gray alien. He was of a species she didn't know, and flanked by a pair of droids. There seemed to be some enmity between several of the key players.

The Twi'lek Initiate took the opportunity to lean against a wall and watch quietly.

Tightening the last bolt with a twist, Zarene proceeded to close the panel on top of her arm. Holding up her hand, she tested the joints in each of her metal fingers. Everything working normally.

She sighed as she began cleaning up the workbench. The was the problem with mechanical prosthetics. They needed regular maintenance, and unlike organic flesh, if injured they didn't heal over time. It was a bother that she would be dealing with for the rest of her life.

The holoscreen at her desk suddenly flickered on, showing the face of green-skinned Rodian, a member of the eyes and ears in Renata's network. Also, her network. She didn't bother to turn around from the workbench to look at him. "What is it?"

"An update on one of the ones being tracked. The noghri..."

"So, the rumors of him going rogue... true or false?" Picking up her half-mask from the table, she carefully placed it over her face, adjusting it to a comfortable position.

"You can ask him. He's here."

Interesting.

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Zarene stood at the top of the steps leading to the front gate and watched as the ship landed. Actually, "landed" would have been a very generous way to describe what the ship did. Controlled crash, perhaps? No, she wasn't so sure about the controlled part.

But whatever it was, by some miracle the ship was able to settle on the surface of the planet in mostly one piece, and out stumbled a familiar-looking gray noghri. Slowly Zarene descended stairs, stopping halfway as the noghri louded proclaimed his arrival. Some people just didn't know how to be discreet.

"Wroth, I did not expect to see you here so soon," she said with a flat expression on her face. "Or should I be calling you Wryn now? Or whatever it is you've chosen to call yourself these days?" One of her eyebrows arched upwards slightly. "Do you come here today as a servant of the Sith, or are you simply looking for trouble?"

Cho knew that his simple return would bring those that had either seen him or known of him out of the Temple wood works. Nieraan, Kajir, Doviculous and Zarene along with two others had been drawn by Cho's mishap with his near-failed landing. Wanting to respect all gathered Cho lowered his defenses and calmed his feelings to nothingness. The droid were going to be Cho's first alarm if any were going to be violent toward him.

Speaking a quieter tone-Zarene and Nieraan. I have returned not for revenge or defiance of Renata overzealous order toward a being with no focal control upon his own mind. Due to the hand of Shard I have gotten control of my mind. But due to that I owed him a life debt of which is now void.

As for leaving the Order I did not. A few here know exactly where I was. Rebuilding and watching over Zoist, were my daily penance. Gathering strength and focus to some day return and show that the primal beast that hungered and hunted the halls of the temple from old is no longer.

Yes lately I have taken a new name, one of Wryn. This new name has given me what I have hungered for, to use my power with in the force and not set idyll by like the statues of Korriban. I am a hunter and a warrior. The thing worse than death is to set by and do nothing but train. One can train and meditate till they are old and Gray, a warrior though is meant for action.

As to Renata's decision to expel me, I ask did the Overlord declare it so? If he did then I will remove myself. If it was her whim then 'it is her words' not the Over Lords. A noghri warrior pledges their life to the strongest. As I know it Renata is not the strongest. She can berate me, even try to kill me for the indiscretions of a mad beast. I am here to declare that that beast is dead and from it ashes has arisen a new Sith.

Standing Cho removed his two sabers from his back. One in the left one in the right. The pale green coloring of the crystalline handles shined and reflected the Korriban sun in rainbow fragments of color. Two snap hiss sounded as the blades leaped to life one of a dark hue and the other a lighter coloring. Cho displayed them for all to see.

A new weapon for a new Sith.

With the flick of a wrist he joined the two sabers into one duel saber of four feet long. Holding them in the middle the internal light of the two sabers could be seen pulsing with in their casing. A simple rotation and the saber's doused themselves. Leaving only the sound of the wind to echo at the steps. Lowering himself once again to his knees ....Cho look back up to each in turn taking a moment before saying.

Never had I left the Order and never did I leave off waiting for the Over Lords call to arms. It is for him that I have returned made anew now ready to fight again. To him I will only listen.

Zarene listened as the noghri talked. And talked. And talked. Still the same old Cho Wroth, she thought to herself. As usual, a good portion of what he said made little sense. Asking Sylvorr to piece together a broken mind is like trying to put out a bonfire by pouring oil on it, and it is common knowledge that a life debt is only voided by the death of one of the parties. Last she checked the man called Sylvorr was still alive. Perhaps he does not have as much control as he claims....

The wind whipped through her hair, and she reached up to push a strand away from her face as she descended the staircase towards the noghri. "Do you doubt our Overlord? The order came from Lady Renata's lips, but her voice speaks his will."

"You have been gone a long time. You attempted to cut yourself from the Order by faking your death. Poorly, I might add. You solicited jobs from other parties. Trust is easy to lose, and much more difficult to regain."

Varulla'aba listened to the Noghri's speech, filing away the species name into a corner of her mind. A lot of flowery words that didn't make much sense poured from his lips and started to paint a picture. Something about him leaving or having been kicked out by Darth Renata, and his protestations of loyalty to the Dark Lord himself.

Even though the Twi'lek was new she knew better than to piss off anyone with the title of 'Darth.' In fact, she did her best to avoid them entirely. It was an effort that had been extremely successful.

As the woman she didn't know started to speak, an amused smile appeared on Var's face. It was an impressive talking-to, one highly reminiscent of what she'd faced from the Jedi Knight who had been her master before her fall from the Order.

But when she mentioned 'trust' Var had difficulty suppressing a snort. Betrayal was the way of the Dark Side, or so she'd been taught ever since her fall. Trust wasn't given. If you gave it you deserved to lose it. The Twi'lek Initiate glanced around, her green eyes checking to see if anyone noticed her stifled reaction.

She hoped not. Her low profile had kept her safe, and she didn't want to wind up on the bad side of one of the movers and shakers within the Order.

Doviculous listen to Cho's monologue with interest. He had no idea that he had been expelled from the temple by a Darth, or more specifically, Darth Reneta. He also listened girl's speech to him, but he began to loose interest in the conversation, but he did sense someone who could actually keep him interested. Slowly turning his head around, he spied the Twi'lek Var, who he shared an adventure with on Ziost, and she had also earned his respect. He turned away from the group, and slowly scaled the entryway stairs towards Var. Well Well What brings you here? Certainly not to see Cho perhaps?

He smiled and turned towards the group, But his arrival did draw an interesting crowd, and his story is quite interesting... He crosses his hands behind his back, as he surveyed over the valley the academy nestled within. How has the temple been treating you after our adventure? In my opinion it seems to have born fruit, I can sense something between you and the near human Koeing He turned back to Var, his smile had fades to a emotionless line, but his eyes blazed with excitement. He knew Cho's return would cause an uproar with the lords, something he wanted to see very very much.

Other came to see the spectacle. It was inevitable.

There was a Devaronian who he was unfamiliar with. Nieraan touched him lightly with his senses, then proceeded to ignore him. Yin arrived as well. That was hardly surprising; she'd been there as well when Renata exiled Cho from the Temple.

Kajir arrived as well. Nieraan didn't even give him a proper greeting; a brief glance out of the corner of an eye and a snort would have to suit him. One day I'm gonna put my saber through his gut. He had no doubts the feeling was reciprocated.

Then two others came. One was a Twi'lek who seemed to be of little import, at least right now. The other... Well isn't that interesting?

It was another Firrerreo. Nieraan knew how to recognize his own people well enough. Makes three of us. All in one place. Three Firrerreo. In the past few months, he'd seen more of his kind than he had in his entire life, parents not included.

When the other Firrerreo--Koeing--introduced himself, Nieraan actually took the effort to turn his head and look at him from his perch. He studied Koeing with his yellowed eyes, tested the edge of his presence lightly in the Force. After a quiet, considering moment, he gave a quiet huff that was at once neither friendly nor disapproving.

"I'm Nieraan," he said simply, turning his attention back to Cho. Maybe he could see what there was to this Koeing later; Cho was the main attraction for the time being.

The others had their say in turn. Some things brought a wry little twist of a smirk to his mouth. Others got nothing. Though Yin's assertion that Wroth had been off masquerading as some 'Wryn' person was interesting...

When all had said what they had to say, Cho spoke again. Some things brought a wry little twist of a smirk to his mouth. Others got nothing. Though Yin's assertion that Wroth had been off masquerading as some 'Wryn' person was interesting...

When all had said what they had to say, Cho spoke again. Nieraan shifted slightly as he listened, propping a leg up on the base of the pillar so he could rest a forearm on it. Even as the Noghri spoke, he felt the edges of his mouth twist up into a smirk.

This would be fun.

"So you came back to get on your knees and beg to be forgiven, hm?" He called when Yin had spoken. "What a joke."

He pushed himself forward and hopped done to the smooth stone beneath the pillar, lightsabers tapping lightly against each other on his belt. "You get 'help' from the man who can't even control his own little club, and then you come back to challenge Renata's ruling. By falling to your knees." He snorted roughly and shifted his weight from one leg to the other. "I dunno if I should applaud you or spit on you."

Instead he shook his head. Cho would be Cho, he supposed. Though a certain thought suddenly blossomed to mind. "Tell me something, Yin." He looked to Zarene slightly, still keeping Cho and the two droids in the periphery of his vision. "You seem the sort to know this: what happens when someone who's been exiled returns to the Temple?" He let himself grin a bit, baring the tips of his canines as he turned back to face Cho again. If he was lucky, he could stir the pot a bit; the day had been so dreadfully boring thus far. "And against the express command of one of the Inner Sanctum, at that.

"I mean, we have some sort punishment for it, right?" It was hard to keep the dark, amused glint from his eyes. "Would hate to think we just make toothless threats, after all.

Var responded To Dov without looking away from the main scene in front of her. Somehow she doubted the Devaronian would mind. Neither of them were the center of attention. Mercifully. The Twi'lek didn't exactly envy Cho his current position. There were two kinds of attention. Good, and bad. And this one was most definitely not good.

"I had no idea what was going on up here until I arrived. I don't even know who Cho is. I simply got bored studying the necklace we didn't find and came out for fresh air." She explained, before she became rather reserved at mention of Koeing. When it came to friendship, or the possibility of something more, she had a tendency to clam up. "Yes. Koeing is my master now. You might even say we have a... connection."

She glanced at Dov briefly, trying to sum up exactly what he knew or thought he knew, before looking back to Cho. Who was now receiving more commentary by the other Firrerreo, the one Koeing had spoken to and seemingly been brushed off by.

He knew the other Firrerreo was more intent on watching Cho then conversing with him at the moment so he let it go. His attention turned back to Cho and his elongated speech, why the Noghri insisted on making others listen to them was beyond him. He simply sighed and when Cho had finished he responded. "Cho you speak entirely too much, i'm quite sure you're Return will be short and eventful, i cannot wait to see Renata's face when she realizes you returned here." He spoke in a cold tone to the Noghri, already Cho was irritating him and he had to find something else to draw his attention for the moment.

He saw the Devaronian approach Varulla and he watched curiously, wondering what business the Devaronian could have with his apprentice, then again maybe they were discussing the elusive necklace. He made it his business to find out, with that he pushed himself off of the wall and stood straight as he wandered over to Varulla and Dov. "Now what could you two possibly be speaking of? Is it the necklace? I'm quite sure Varulla has come up with no new information as i'd already know of it. So if you aren't looking for information why are you bothering my dear Varulla, hm? Find someone else to annoy." His voice had taken on a hint of anger, his body preparing in case the over aggressive Devaronian decided to respond physically rather than with his non-existent wit.

His eyes however never left Varulla the entire time, he was searching hers to see if she had come up with any new information, he knew she had no idea whom Cho Wroth was so this whole situation must've been confusing at first, until she worked it out and he knew now she must be enjoying this. Her sadistic mind wouldn't let her walk away from watching Cho get his face beat in by an Inner Circle member.

Doviculous held back a laugh, this one was just as cunning and clever as the xenophobic racist he met on Vendaxa. My my, you seem angry, if you don't want me talking to your precious apprentice, then so be it. The conversation got boring when you arrived This time he did allow himself to laugh darkly, the proceeded down back towards the group and Cho Wroth. The group was still talking to Cho, so he remained silent, gathering what information he could, for in a way, knowledge was power.

Although knowledge helped you win battles of the strategic kind, and most other battles benefited from knowledge. Yes, knowledge is a powerful thing, yet in the end, it just comes down to instinct and your own two fists in battle. Still... Cho said he had slain the beast within him, and had become reborn. Doviculous wondered, if Cho was still as powerful as that day they met, within that frozen tomb.

"The conversation was already boring..." Var muttered as she watched Doviculous walk away. She was curious though about his probing. Was it obvious to him that she felt a certain attraction to Koeing? Was that what he meant when he said he 'sensed' something between the master and apprentice?

The Twi'lek closed her eyes, breaking eye contact with her master. Her emotions could betray her, and she didn't want him to see her as some stupid girl with a crush on him. It was for the best to keep silent and stay professional.

When she reopened her eyes the glint in them was gone, and they were cool and collected. "I don't have much in the way of new information. The records say most artifacts on Ziost were scattered across the galaxy for safe-keeping. It could take weeks to figure out where the necklace went."

She glanced at the Devaronian's back as he walked away. "I never know what to think of that one. I can't tell whether he wants to be my competitor or my friend. Maybe he's both."

Cho listened quietly as all the events took place ones quibing out of hearing range, rare races finally meeting, and soon the confirmation about Cho's future and/or punishment. Cho knew that many would not look kindly to his return, but him not knowing he was labeled as an exiled one was too much. Even with Nieraan mocking Cho and proding a responce that would involve Cho's death or a beating to show all what happens to those that returns Cho just looked on in quiet responce as the forth member of their party was doind his job.



Taym controlling the hover bot went to the nearest computer console and up loaded his own AI program into it and let the program spread throughout the computer net work of the space pads and worker droids. Then the AI program started spreading it to all other electronic hardware with a chip.

The AI went to work on improving the efficentcy of the training droids and cleared the systems of bugs and errors. Taym has always hated human errors on the world of electronic hardware. Yet he did not mind enslaving all droids and bots to their control. When he was finished he returned to the Dark Matter and stowed the bot away and returned to the events near the main steps.

Kajir rested one of his hands on his waist and watched with interest as Renata's apprentice words, Zerene the she-borg. Kajir was familiar with her, he had seen her once or twice before and he also knew that Zerene was involved with Gabriela Fisher in more ways than just being fellow students... for this reason Kajir mostly avoided her, he respected Zerene but was not patient enough to deal with that annoying Gabriela.

"Exile?".

Kajir raised his eyebrow once it was declared that Cho had been exiled, the Sith assassin stepped back and gave both Lady Renata's apprentice a curiosed glance and also to Cho, his blood ally and enemy.

Kajir was aware that Renata had forbidden the Noghri from living in Korriban, but a complete exile from the order? that was something Kajir was unaware off.

Kajir also noticed Cho's surprised expression, was this some ploy to get him all railed up or was he dense headed enough to have forgotten about his exile?

The assassin couldn't tell which version was true, so he remained silent and the hand on his waist moved from there to the hilt of his lightsaber. If Cho was to be an enemy of the Sith, then Kajir would be the one to strike him down, that was the oath between him and the Noghri, Kajir's first true ally in the order that carried his dreams.

(OOC: Lemur said you were along the lines of "the more, the merrier", Fox. If you decide you don't want another person, I'll respectfully back out as I didn't wait for your full permission.)

Both eyes scanned the scene at the landing pad; the arguments, the landing crew whining about the lack of attention to protocol, the rising of force energy in the area. There was so much commotion going on for just one ship.

What's all this hustling about.

Virgil had watched for a time as the other initiates had gathered in and around the most recent arrival to the Temple, a most peculiar sloop. The occupant who had just disembarked was causing quite a stir amongst those present, and although he didn't hear any yelling he could definitely sense negative emotions and ridicule radiating around this person. But why? Among the Sith there was always rivalry and competition, but this time it felt different. He had only been here for a few months now; perhaps an event had occurred before the time of his own arrival which had essentially led up to this moment. He surveyed the crowd more closely; there were a few he identified as possibly human, hopefully human; it looked like the man of the hour was not actually a man but rather a disgusting alien, a Noghri. There was also a Twi'Lek in presence, although he was sure that it was not the same one he had brought here to the Temple from that escape pod several weeks ago.

Approaching them from behind, he picked out the Devaronian he had aided on Vendaxa in destroying that 'Burning Order.' What was his name again? Doviculous, that was it. He didn't like associating with such putrid filth, but he at least knew the alien by name and wouldn't bear the brunt of all these buffoons making smart-aleck comments to him. Of course, he might be wrong in picking this one to ask questions to and in that case the only thing he'd receive was a mouth full of stupidity or inattention to detail. Or perhaps he'd find his end at the point of a sword; this one could not have forgotten Virgil's attitude towards him on Vendaxa as they had mopped up that feudal clan of hill-billy Dark Jedi.His field boots made rhythmic thuds as he came up to his side and nodded to him in unequal acknowledgement.

"Devaronian."

He looked then to the Noghri, who was remaining utterly silent, and the human male who uneasily had his hand on his saber's hilt. He turned his attention back to Doviculous while gesturing to the Noghri.

"What's the story behind this Noghri? So much commotion going on for nothing."