Highway to Hell (Open)

[Dire Wolf]

((This is Adara's entry into the Sith. Anyone can join into this one.))

Heat. Oh how Adara loathed heat. Dry or humid, she hated it. High temperatures had a way of causing one's skin to become slick and slimy with sweat, not to mention the stench that can waft up from her body if she hadn't taken the proper measures to obliterate it.

That said, her otherwise stoic face couldn't help but make a scowl as the ramp of the Adrasteia II slid to Korriban's rust colored deck. Her keen eyes could almost see the wave of dry heat as it flooded into her ship, making her breath seem dull, dead, and unsatisfying. With a sharp sense of loathing in her heart, the woman stepped down the ramp carefully. The bottom look-alike shockstaff pressed into the shifting orange sands of the planet, supporting her weight as she stepped off of the ship and onto the wretchedly delightful place.

A pair of icy blue eyes instantly lifted up to the apex of the artificial mountain. It was a brutal piece of architecture, one that was crafted from hard, defined, and simple lines that was obviously created to inspire a sense of dread borne awe. It did just that. If Adara were anyone but herself she'd have found that her jaw slackened and her eyes grown wide in a mixture of fear and marvel.

But it was Adara who stood before the heart of the very heart of the Dark Side, and not some sniveling Jedi whelp. Her face wore a mask of nothing but stoicism as she stopped to take in the sight. It was odd, really. How could an Order who was essentially dead a few meager months ago build an engineering feat that easily rivaled the Jedi Temple in size and intimidation?

The woman's hand squeezed her staff's grip lightly, enjoying the biting pain of the raised embellishments digging into the soft flesh of her palm. It wasn't uncommon for the woman to be seen using her shock-staff turned lightsaber pike into something of a walking stick when it wasn't in use. For the duration of her stay on Korriban, she didn't bother hiding her twin light sabers from view, and instead clipped them to her waist.

Though she was far deadlier with her lightsaber pike, activated or no. Reach mattered far more than most people realized, and to have about ten feet of weapon was a huge advantage. That, or a massive disadvantage... which was what her dual phase and shoto was for.

Adara casually stepped around the multi-leveled dig site set around a small garden of large monoliths, and towards the gaping maw of the pyramid. When a Sith trooper challenged her she simply stopped, the blue fabric around her leg swirling at her feet. The sith trooper spoke to her simply and with no fear in his voice, "state your name and your business here." She promptly stopped at his challenge, the elegant blue satin that shrouded her left leg swirling at her feet. Her icy blue gaze shifted over to the Sith trooper's, causing him to shift around uncomfortably in place. The Dark Jedi's reply was simple, if not courteous, "Adara, and I desire to learn more of the Dark Side here."

She shrugged off their laughter and dismissed it as ignorance. One doesn't get angry at ignorance, one pokes fun at it. Or pokes it with a lightsaber. Either way was satisfying. "Right. It sounds like you have plenty to learn." Adara spoke quickly this time, though her tone was one of stoic condescension, "said the nameless trooper to the woman that could kill him with her brain. Now begone. Go alert your masters."

The trooper was hardly afraid, but her sharp tongued reply certainly shut him up. He did as she asked, motioning for her to sit down. Adara simply shook her head at the offer, choosing to lean on her staff instead. Hopefully this Sith Lord, or whoever was to meet her, did so relatively quickly. The woman had a patience to be sure, but leaving her waiting for very long under Korriban's powerful sun would leave that patience worn thin.

Very thin.

[Grawn]

Heat was nothing to him. He wasn't a creature of flesh and blood, the only thing he had to worry about was his suit overheating, however that was near impossible given the droids cooling units. Korriban was a red dust ball of a rock, making Onyx bring Tatooine to his mind which brought a mixed feeling of nostalgia and disgust. However, the past was irrelevant and the future was now.

Garnet or Onyx, as he now referred himself, was a Shard. Not only was he a Shard, but a Force sensitive one. A self declared Master, his mission in life was to obtain knowledge by any means. And this is where the dark side began to twist the once mild tempered being. The only visible part of him one could see is a sharp tipped red gem poking out of the chest of the humaniod sized droid.

Korriban's sun reflected off his droids chassis as he approached the excavation site, watching various men digging in the dirt. The fools present could hardly understand the things they uncover, much less not damage them in the process. It was almost a crime to the Shard to who thought ancient artifacts were a unbelievable source of knowledge and insight. However, as much as Onyx would like to crush the minds of these organ sacks, he was above this. Also he was sure that the Sith to whom he was seeking council on would look down on wiping out their trash.

As he approached, he witnessed a conversation between a light blue donned woman and an armored trooper. He didn't care to listen to their verbal exchanges, the disgusting little red things flopping in their mouths spewing nothing of interest to him. At least, until the last part where the trooper began to walk away.

This wouldn't do.

The Shard focused as he continued to walk and like a claw, the Force wrapped around the trooper, who froze in place.

"Minion. Fetch your masters for me as well, I require their council."

The robotic voice hit the troopers ears and initial anger was replaced by curiosity and confusion. The armored man looked over his shoulder and stared at the droid.

"What the-", he muttered and Onyx grew impatient.

"Apparently you are as dumb as you portray. Should I spell it out? Go fetchy your masters like a good little boy."

The trooper stood still for a moment and if Onyx could see his face, it would be blinking in confusion. Several moments later, without a word, the trooper walked towards the temple, looking back at the odd droid.

"Moronic meatsacks" the Shard scoffed as he crossed his arms. The wind picked up and made the kama he wore on the lower half of the droid sway. The Shard made a mental note of the lightsaber hidden in his wrist compartment and as he did that, made a systems check to find his blaster contained in his left wrist was full. While he doubted he would require them at this stage, the organics were unpredictable at times and Onyx wasn't one to be not prepared.

He needed the Sith however. While he hated to rely on organics for anything, the dark side driven cult was his only chance to further his lust. The Jedi were to narrow minded and brain washed to handle the concept of something not of flesh and blood to use the Force, so he didn't bother with them. The Sith would accept him or he would continue on his own path, he was certain of this.

His eye went to the right behind the red visor of his droids head to see the female who had spoken with the trooper before he had, but didn't say anything. He didn't want to as he didn't feel the need to waste seconds of his life conversing with a stupid meat puppet.

[Foxfire]

(Occ-From The new arrivel)

Cho mind wondered a bit but came to as a Sith soilder ran into him. Cho's anger flared and he lach out with a force choke and asked,......

Watch where you are going prey. why are you in a hurry?

The soilder through choked gasps told him of two new beings, a female and a droid. Cho flung him aside and told him of the Overlord's location. These new ones were not the two he had known before for they have been here for quite awhile. So he desided to go over to where these two new ones are at.

Cho neared the dig site and felt a powerful pressonce like his in the force. He lowered his force signature to a very minor level. Then he moved on to see yes two new beings both having a force sig. It was odd for a droid to have a sig, but Cho has seen many odd things lately. A little focus and he found the cause for the power, a stone infused with power and life. This one was indeed rare. He needed to use caustion his force problem could start ant any moment.

The Lords are on their way, but...first what is your reason for being here? Power, knowledge, wisdom, or shelter from the pious Jedi.

Cho looked from one to the other seeing which have that Alpha personna or not.

[Dire Wolf]

Adara couldn't help but quirk a brow at the machine that walked up beside her, gripped the sith soldier that she asked to go get his master, and tell him the exact same thing. It then proceeded to rag on "meat sacks" for their level of intelligence. The irony wasn't lost on the tall woman, and it promptly broke through her otherwise stoic facade in the form of a light laugh. "Oh yes, machines are obviously vastly superior. They are almost always completely devoid of emotion, faults of the flesh, and obviously logic. If one sees a woman waiting outside, and a soldier turn from her and walk to the door... wouldn't it be safe to assume that the soldier is fetching his superiors? And then to insult his intelligence for being confused when you do something completely illogical. Oh my, you truly are a humorous one. What is your name?"

Everything about her was deadpan while she spoke to the droid, but on the inside she was simply laughing at the arrogant idiocy of the thing's persona. It was humorous, really... more humorous than most people usually were anyways. She simply couldn't help a smirk from crawling across her face, "moronic rust buckets." Adara leaned more of her weight on the staff and off of her legs, hoping to alleviate some of the annoying stress she felt from standing. Not to mention from being underneath that unrelenting and unreasonably hot sun.

She found that her patience was wearing exceedingly thin by the time that a short creature scampered out from the front gates of the temple. Its presence was one of refined power, something that she had learned to respect in her time. Surely this thing was a Sith Lord... or maybe not. Those icy blue eyes watched as the little creature choked the soldier. The sith were prone to that, yes, but only when it was deserved... or from what she heard. It just didn't end up working out well to kill your men because they were in a hurry.

When itapproached, and made it obvious that he wasn't a lord, she simply scoffed at him and his questions. It wasn't its place to know, nor was it its place to interfere with her business. "So you're not a Sith Lord, then?" She nodded at the conformation, her eyes shooting a fridged glare towards it, "My reasons for being here are my own, and groveling at the feet of a shriveled little worm was hardly on my list of desires. Begone, and crawl back into the hole that you came from."

Her grip tightened on that staff of hers, half expecting retaliation for the verbal slap-in-the-face that she gave him. In truth, her response was fueled from a potent mixture of two things: annoyance and worn patience. Her skin was shiny and slippery from the sun, and locks of her hair stuck to the patches of flesh that they touched. Its jet black hue absorbing the star's heat, making it only more miserable for her to stand outside the sith temple. That covered the worn patience. The annoyance was simply from that little ugly thing choking the Soldier as he was going back to do his job. It was completely uneccessary, and if she were closer when it attacked him she would've allowed her staff to crack a skull or two.

Oh how she hated some Dark Siders. So angsty, arrogant, and just... in general... distasteful beings. Not that she wasn't any of those three... at least not the first and second.

Hopefully.

[Rugs]

"My, my, this one has a tongue, does she?" called a voice from behind the Noghri. There was a hint of amusement in the voice's rich baritone, but besides that, it was calm and level. The voice belonged to Visari Netellus, of course, or Phaestus, as one of the Lords who'd been raised up by Iniquitous recently. Truth be told, he still went by Visari most of the time. Sixty-three years of habit are a very hard thing to change. But the name would have its uses...

Visari's dress was fine, as it always was. He ware a sharp black vest over his light grey business shirt, and over that was the fine black coat with gold embroidery that he was often seen in. His pants matched his shirt and coat, and black shoes shined from their polish. Never let it be said that he did not dress to impress. And of course, where would he be without the thin, polished silver cane that was always at his side? There wasn't any outward indication of it, but hidden away within the top, behind a mechanism that required a certain type of prodding with the Force, was his lightsaber.

His presence was hidden away, smothered down to nothingness behind layers of concealment, and as such, he'd been allowed to approach the two new arrivals unnoticed. No doubt Cho's appearance had helped, what with the choking of the soldier and all that... "Do try to avoid strangling our own men, Cho," he said quietly, with a friendly hand to the Noghri's shoulder. "Most of the time just asking what you need is enough." He smiled amiably and let his hand fall, moving his attention to the two that stood before them.

One was a woman, tall and with features that reminded him a great deal of the people on his homeworld, Panatha. Interesting. There was already another Epicanthix here besides himself, in Zarene Yin. Two more, in fact, with Jack Grozmick. Was this woman another? Visari couldn't say yet. The other one was a droid. A Force sensitive droid. There was, no doubt, some sort of creature hidden away within that chassis, because Visari was not nearly foolish enough to think droids, of all things, were suddenly running about with the ability to touch the Force.

"Welcome to the Temple," he said, with a short nod of his head to both of them. "I presume both of you, companions or no, both already know what you've found? I also presume that both of you came here intentionally yes? I hope you did, else we might not be able to allow you to leave." It wasn't a threat, nor was it spoken as such. It was a fact, plain and true. Of course, so far, the only people that'd been on Korriban were those who wished to be there...

"Ah, but I forget my manners," he went on, grinning. "I am Visari, or Lord Phaestus of the Sith Order. Our Overlord is often busy, and cannot greet each newcomer himself, but I have the authority to judge arrivals as I see fit." A smile pulled at the corners of his mouth, and he started to turn on his heel, back in the direction of the Temple. "And I see a great deal of potential in both of you. But come, let us get back inside, away from the sun." Visari spared a glance back to Adara before heading off to the massive structure behind them. "After all, that sweat is so unbecoming on you, my lady.

"But do tell me, both of you," he continued. "What is it that brings you here?"

[Grawn]

How cute. The meat thing was trying to act intelligent. If she could talk as well as she could sense with the Force, it would be clear that he wasn't a machine. But who was he to break her dreams of false wisdom? Oh wait, he was Onyx.

"Yes, because clearly it is wise to assume upon a situation one just arrived on. For all I know you silly little organ sacks could have been conversing over what lunch you had consumed. If you're going to attempt to be clever, do try harder next time"

With that, Onyx turned his attention to the disgusting creature breathing in his space. The thing had choked the guard Onyx had set off with apparently no other motive then the fact the man had bumped into him. Typical arrogant Dark Jedi viewing themselves as omnipotent.

"I came here to talk to Noghri that seem to not be able to grasp the concept of manners and elegant displays of power. If this statement would be true, then me and you would be the best of compatriots. Unfortunately, this is not the case and you have more then irritated me for the few seconds I became aware of your existence"

The Shard stopped for a moment, realizing he probably almost overloaded the poor things tiny mind when a faint whisper of power alerted his senses. It was held back, so Onyx couldn't really guess the sources true power. Turning his head, he took into view a man who seemed to have what most beings would consider "good taste in attire". Onyx held back his vocabulator, letting the man speak his fill. At the end, he motioned for the two to follow him.

"How refreshing. A human who can speak with some grace. You may refer to me as Onyx, Lord Phaestus" the Shard said, letting the compliment come out with a great deal of effort. He didn't often speak to humans or any organics in such a way, but Onyx knew he required the Sith Order to obtain his goals, so a bit of respect was forced.

His droid body moved with the fluency any human could muster, his legs easily allowing him to keep up with the Sith Lord. His long metallic fingers curled and uncurled at random, only a slight expression of the wonders he saw within the Valley. The ancient Sith were amazing in design of their tombs and monoliths. The sand underneath his feet crunched as he continued to follow Lord Phaestus with the loud mouthed woman. The Sith Lords question was a simple one to the Shard, speaking simply.

"The expression 'knowledge is power' is my reason for being, Lord. I am a creature who exists only to learn and I believe the Sith would be a fair bit more open with one of my-" the Shard pausing for a moment to choose his words carefully, "origins, then the Jedi might be. Open minds tend to confuse them from what I have experienced"

Of course, the experience he spoke of was the things he stole from the Jedi he encountered, primarily from the three Jedi on Naboo. Onyx had spent many nights, slowly turning their minds to chaotic flesh heaps as he picked apart everything that might be of use to him. While he would enjoy the thought of doing that to the Sith Lord before him, the Shard knew the title came with much meaning. No, Onyx was no fool. He would wait and see what was to unfold soon enough.

[Foxfire]

Cho turned first to Lord Phaestus,

For give me my mind is a bit unstable at the moment. I've been having difficulty since Subterrel. It is not getting any better even with the probing snide comments of others.

He could feel the droid ones force presence probe his mind. He started to lose his hold because it just grazed the force blockage. Cho had to react quickly the episode was moving quicker this time. He moved well away from all.

Excuse me. I don't want this now.

Moving further and getting clear of the area that held people, Cho let the episode go but not to the full extent of his power.

The force bubble was very tight around him and debris shifted and moved with quickening haste. The pain this time seemed to have gone up by ten fold. Cho doubled over in pain as sparks of force lighting ravaged his body. Noghri rage swelled with in him and curses poured from his mouth. In the final moments Cho's control was nearly lost when he stood.

The deafening blast of the maelstrom attracted the attention of many nearby. The maelstrom lasted for two minutes. As the maelstrom gave out so did Cho. He fell to his knees panting and exhausted.

[Meira]

It had never been a question of 'if' the Sith Order would expand, but rather one of 'how quickly'. That question was easily answered. Very quickly. Even with the Overlord gone and seeking out his mysterious great source of power, Veratos at his side, the Sith Order grew, and grew.

Renata held her post at the Temple, overseeing the every day workings and the induction and training of new arrivals. The work was boring, but it provided the fiery haired woman plenty of opportunity to further her own training and meditation. Though part of her had been disappointed in not participating on Rhen Var or Subterrel, a majority of her being enjoyed the solitude she found here. With a number of newly elevated Lords and Ladies seeing to the tasks of training and overseeing, Renata was left well enough alone. Even her own two apprentices gave Darth Renata her space.

Renata had sent them out on missions of their own, allowing them the freedom she'd never known when she was an apprentice to an overbearing master. She believed her apprentices enjoyed their freedom. They were able to come and go as they pleased. They could come to her for guidance whenever they wished, but Renata encouraged self discovery. It was, after all, what had led her to Jahn.

Jahn. She couldn't remember the last time she'd said his name. Lord Veratos could not be addressed so informally in the presence of lower ranking members. Her outward relationship with the man had always only been platonic and respectful. And now, with his absence so evident in every corridor of the Temple, Renata rarely even spoke his title. But she kept his name, his image, close to her thoughts at all times, no matter how far his physical being might be.

Renata closed her eyes and whispered his name as she stood on the balcony of her chambers high in the temple. The arid wind took up the simple syllable and carried it away. Could it last the time and space it would take to travel from her lips to his distant ears? Or would it fade with the wind and sand?

At that moment, Renata felt a ripple through the force. This ripple had formed from a source down below, near the entrance to the temple. Renata's electric blue eyes opened and searched for the point of origin. Though the beings were small from this distance, Renata recognized what was happening instantly.

That fool. Renata's own rage boiled inside of her at the sight. That animal. Was it not enough to suffer his mere presence, now this? That Noghri had already found himself out of Renata's favor when he so presumed to try and enter her mind long ago, and then speak to her as if he might have taught her something in that cave. The very thought of him repulsed Renata so thoroughly that she lost her appetite at the mention of his name. Had he not been accepted into the Sith Order, Renata might have killed him long ago, like an insect under her shoe. But Renata respected Iniquitous' call for followers, even if she didn't agree with all those accepted.

Nevertheless, Cho's inability to control himself was becoming a problem that even she could not turn her head away from any longer. With the Force quickening her pace, Renata raced down through the temple toward the entrance. She arrived there as Lord Phaestus was leading two individuals inside. She nodded her head to the man as she came to a slower, much more normal pace. He'd been entrusted with new arrivals, his judgment well respected by his peers and herself. Her eyes connected with the woman's for a moment as she provided a slight nod. Then, those eyes fell on the... droid? The slightest upward twitch of an eyebrow would reveal Renata's curiosity.

Lord Phaestus, I see we have new prospects. Will you wait a moment so I might join you? I have just one matter to see to, but I would like to welcome these new arrivals.

She left no pause for reply. Her request was a formality, a courtesy to his rank. She did not so bluntly order the Lords and Ladies. But she turned away all the same, moving quickly toward where the damn beast was now on his knees like some cur.

Get up. She commanded, spiting the words out like a foul taste. Her eyes were piercing and her aura was poisonous. I've had enough of these outbursts. You will control yourself or you will leave. Her voice was not loud, but rather soft. Yet each word cut through the air between herself and the creature on the ground before her. I won't have you doing damage to the temple or our members with these fits. If you continue this bestial nonsense, I will end you like I should have a long time ago.

Again, Renata left no opportunity for a reply, but rather turned and moved away without so much as a second glance. She wouldn't have such episodes marring the image of their Temple, of their Order. Especially in the presence of prospective new members.

When she arrived back with Lord Phaestus and the two new arrivals, Renata's features had returned to their usual poise. She smiled and again nodded her head as she motioned for Visari to continue his lead through the Temple. Lord Phaestus, please introduce me to our guests. She said as they began to move again.

[Dire Wolf]

"Indeed. 'Tis true that all things can not be assumed. Some, however, can. Seeing a woman speaking to a man, a soldier, then watching the latter walk away while the other patiently waits in the blazing hot sun is a situation where one can assume. Do not let your faulty sense of superiority cloud reason, Onyx," she spoke in a hushed tone as Lord Phaestus approached.

Her eyes danced to and fro about the finery that the man wore. The sharp black business suit with gold embroidered into the fabric hardly impressed the woman, but it was certainly pleasing to the eye. Few things in the galaxy truly impressed her. Among those was the Sith temple. That structure was simply an impressively brutal piece of architecture. She offered him a curt nod as he beckoned for them to follow... and she did. Thankfully they found shade rather quickly, though that hardly seemed to be a reprieve from the horrid heat. "Oh, I am here intentionally Lord Phaestus," she added in the title for little more than to stroke an ego, "else you would not be aware of my existence."

Adara's presence was kept under a tight grasp, and had been ever since she landed on the wretched world. Having a mastery of Force concealment was a blessing, to not use it at all times was simply moronic. Underestimation and surprise alone were enough to win battles, sometimes. "Power. I do not care for your politics, or your war, nor do I care for squabbles with the Jedi. But I hold little love for either.

"Make no mistake, Lor-" her mind ceased her tongue's flapping as the noghri excused himself, walked away, and began something of a Force explosion. A maelstrom, so to speak. It was out of the blue, and somewhat idiotically humorous. He must've been trying to prove his power to Onyx and herself. Making the overt display of domination before he even knew her capabilities, or onyx's for that matter, was hardly intelligent. At least that's how she took him; a chihuahua humping her leg.

Those icy eyes slid closed and shook lightly at the creature, and went to speak again when a rather notable woman came into her field of view. Fiery red hair, piercing blue eyes, and a sharp skeletal frame. She was striking. Adara would've spoken again, but she outright refused to take her mind off of the woman as she turned and scolded the noghri. Her words were soft, yet held the countenance of a great sword hanging over one's head by a horse hair.

When the woman finally returned, Adara continued, "I apologize. I am Adara. As I was saying before that 'display of power'; I have no intention of being a slave, and I value my freedom above all else. Make no mistake; if I believe that you are dragging me along, I will be gone."

[Rugs]

The droid spoke up as they walked on, introducing himself as Onyx. Or rather, the creature within the droid, because Visari found it very hard to believe that there was a droid of all things, that was Force sensitive, considering the fact that droids were, you know, non-living. Knowledge was what he claimed to be after.

"A worthy goal, Onyx," Visari said easily. "Though, for future reference, I'm not a Human; rather, I'm an Epicanthix. The differences are small, but still," he turned to look back at the two that trailed behind him as they entered into the Temple's shade, "they're there.

"I believe you'll make a fine addition to our ranks, however. It's not very often that we get knowledge-seeking... droids on our doorstep." His tone and pause made it apparent that he knew Onyx wasn't a droid. The lift of his eyebrow made clear his unspoken query into just what Onyx was.

The woman spoke then, making it known that she'd come in search of power. She didn't get very far, though, before Cho had another outburst.

All eyes were drawn to Cho when the Noghri wandered off to the side to have another one of his... fits. It took all that Visari had within him to keep a straight face and not walk over to the strange Sith and punt him clear across the valley. What was causing these strange outbursts was a mystery to Visari, but one thing was for certain: Cho had to get them under control, or there would be consequences. The Sith did not need one among their ranks who could not control himself, and if Cho continued on like this, he might become more of a liability than an asset. In Visari's line of work, two things could be done with a liability: correct them and turn them into an asset if possible, or get rid of them. The onus was on Cho to fix himself, though; if he didn't, he'd be removed--the patience of the Inner Sanctum members would only go so far.

It was then that Visari felt the presence of one of those Inner Sanctum members approaching, as if summoned by such thoughts--or by Cho's display. He turned to look behind him, and there was Lady Renata, her stride purposeful and direct. Visari bowed his head to her politely in greeting and when she asked him to wait for her, he obliged. He had a feeling she'd been drawn by Cho, and he wouldn't miss what was coming for all the money in the world.

She went over to Cho, who was still writhing about in his fit, and proceeded to put him in his place. Visari suppressed a chuckle; Renata's words echoed the thoughts that he, and many others in the Temple no doubt had kept to themselves, but it wouldn't do to giggle like a schoolchild in front of two newcomers.

The tall woman resumed where she'd left off, introducing herself as Adara and making it clear that she came to the Sith on her own terms. Visari did chuckle at that. "You're no different than many others that come to us in that regard, Adara. Of course, should you prove yourself capable, as I believe you will, I don't think we'll have any problems."

Renata returned to them again, now that she'd had her say at Cho, motioning for Visari to continue leading the newcomers into the Temple. He turned and walked, his cane ringing out lightly on the stone floor with every other step.

"My Lady, this is Adara, and this is Onyx," he said, gesturing to each in turn as they passed the threshold into the Temple proper. He turned his attention to the newcomers and said, "And to both of you, this is Darth Renata, Dark Lady of the Sith. She's second only to our Overlord. You would do well to stay on her good side." He smirked just a bit and snorted a short laugh. "Unless you want to end up in a similar position to our Noghri friend out there."

[Foxfire]

Anger and frustration whelmed up with-in him as he listened to the Dark Lady's words. She was half right he did need to get control of the fits. So leaving the area would be necessary for Cho, but he needed a word with Visari first one of 'relative' importance.

Cho made his way quickly back to Lord Visari stopping a few feet away and began to speak.

Lord Visari if my actions are questionable what would the actions be for one who has given birth to an offspring?
Would it be allowed or would the accused be banished from the Sith Order?

So if ones look upon my errors they themselves should look into their own past and their fellows before they render judgment. For a Lord like yourself you too should up hold the Law of no offspring, because I have smelled your kindred here at the Temple. Deal with your self or send the Lady Renata to go and pass judgment upon your offspring.

With a quick turn Cho left and made for the far end of the Sith compound toward the crevasses of Korriban.

(Occ- Exit Cho Wroth)

[Grawn]

"My apologizes, Lord, your race will be researched when I find the time. While my intelligence is massive, my goal would be for naut if it was flawless", Onyx immediately replied, bothered by the fact he had a flaw in his knowledge base. However, Onyx didn't get angry often if at all, so he made a note to look up these 'Epicanthix'.

If he had been physically capable, the Shard would've smirked at the Lords curiousity. It was well placed, surely it was a strange sight to have a 'droid' walking around with a Force signature. The smarter of the meat puppets realize it couldn't be a droid, but something else. While that wasn't hard to figure out, he didn't put anything past organics.

"You will learn in due time, Lord. It is not the most important aspect of my being, but I imagine it is something of interest to you. For now, I can say you are correct. I am more than meets the eye," the Shard commented on Visari's questioning thoughts and eyes.

The Shard was going to continue, but the disgusting creature from earlier removed himself from the area and from his uneasy steps, it was clear something was amiss. This fact was played upon soon after as the cretin hit the ground with his knees and began to have a sort of Force 'fit'. It was an annoyance to the rest of the people, but Onyx couldn't help but wonder upon the implications.

Either the fool was more powerful then he let on or displayed, or he was to weak to contain whatever power he possessed. The Force was always a mystery, one Onyx was destined his entire existence to try to discover, however, he ripped his attention away from the display when a powerful aura came into his thoughts.

Someone powerful approached, more powerful then even Lord Visari.

It came in the form of a female, who came to Visari.

Lord Phaestus, I see we have new prospects. Will you wait a moment so I might join you? I have just one matter to see to, but I would like to welcome these new arrivals.

Onyx watched with vague interest as she turned and it didn't take someone of Onyx's level of intelligence to know she was after the Noghri. While he could not hear what she had said to the little cretin, it wasn't pleasant or complimentary. She returned and asked for names, which Visari gave and then saw fit to warn Onyx and the wretched female with the big mouth of staying on Lady Renata's good side.

"I hardly doubt that will be a issue" the Shard said matter of factly. Vulgar displays of power were disgusting to the Shard and even if it wasn't intentional on the Noghri's part, it wasn't surprising he wasn't liked with many of the people gathered.

"You will find I have a tad more restraint than some of the...creatures, found here"

[Meira]

Renata had hoped, foolishly perhaps, that the Noghri would listen and leave. Foolish indeed. She should have known that the beast would want a final word. Those thin lips that had formed a smile as she was introduced to the new arrivals was contorted as she eyed the dog creep close to Visari and dribble out some short lecture as he was wont to do.

A slight vibration in the air around the woman might be sensed as she fought to not lash out and snuff the pathetic excuse for a life form out of existence for good. Indeed, the Noghri's only saving grace was that he hadn't chanced to address her. As the beast finally retreated away from the temple, Renata forced the stink of his presence away from herself, making a mental note to demand that the beast be permanently sent elsewhere.

Adara, she said, turning to the woman with a new smile. From the few words she'd heard the woman speak since her arrival, Renata knew she would like her. Of her own spirit perhaps. You will find no chains here, I can promise you that. But we do have order. In spite of that filthy display, this Sith Order expects self control and respect. Mind that, and I believe you'll fit in nicely.

She then turned to the intriguing being she now knew as Onyx. His comment of self restraint fit nicely with what she'd just said. Nodding her head to him, she continued. It's for the better, Onyx. While we all endeavor to understand the deep mysteries of the dark side of the Force and push our abilities, without self restraint, we'd be little more than... well, beasts.

She waved her hand, dismissing the topic for a new one as Visari continued to lead the tour through the temple. Forgive me if you've already discussed this with Lord Phaestus, but I should like to know what has brought two such promising beings to our doors.

[Dire Wolf]

Adara gave a curt nod towards the elderly man as he spoke. She was indeed like many of her brethren in that regard; valueing power above almost all else. They sought out power simply to be powerful, however. The epicanthix woman saw it as only a means to an end. To be free, truly free, one had to have enough strength to back up the claim. If not, then they are only free until someone decides to slap a chain around your wrist. "Indeed, Lord Phaestus."

That thing returned shortly after she uttered her response. It dribbled out some nonsense that somehow made sense in his underdeveloped primal brain. All that she could do was quirk a brow, look between the three for a brief moment, and say, "Yes, Lord Phaestus, you must 'uphold the law of no-offspring'. Neuter him, lest he produce more of his ilk to further taint the otherwise noble noghri race."

"Adara you will find no chains here, I can promise you that. But we do have order. In spite of that filthy display, this Sith Order expects self control and respect. Mind that, and I believe you'll fit in nicely."

"And I shall control myself. Far better than that creature, at least. Though only those who earn it will receive my respect." Naturally, those in a position of power commanded respect... and would receive it from her. Loathsome creatures such as Cho would have no respect from her.

The woman followed the two sith lords through the temple, finding it hard not to marvel at the brutal beauty of the architecture. It was truly unlike anything she'd ever seen. All of the lines were so defined and elegant, yet managed to inspire a sense of dread within her. The sound of adara's phrik plated staff clacking against the stone mirrored Visari's cane as they walked through the temple.

"Forgive me if you've already discussed this with Lord Phaestus, but I should like to know what has brought two such promising beings to our doors."

"Yes, m'lady, he has... but I fear that my answer was not as... clear... as I intended it. I come her for power, yes, but ultimately I come for freedom." Adara left her response to that, knowing full well that a Sith Lady would know full well the logic behind it.

[Apillis]

The insight one can find when observing not the actions of others, but the reactions of oneself to others can be profound. To understand ones own holding of value to the consequences of reaction to the simplest nuance either for boon or bane. Whether or not her contemporaries within the Sith Temple understood this, Acalya did not know nor really much care. The reality being the consequence in one way or another is a death, whether for boon or bane is up to ones own preceptions; and whether that death be of the physical or metaphysical is pending upon the action and reaction of the two dichotomies interacting with one another. Why a death? Because for the dark, all things end in death, one way or another.

Within her own little slice of the temple, the dark woman meditated allowing her gaze within the Force to expand to the reaches of the temple itself. Watching the Initiates, Apprentices, Knights, and... Lords... she paused at a convergence of a few within the temple. She watched them through veil of the Force her eyes gaze through. Watching their actions and reactions to one another, and one of which being a new arrival -- a strong one. Curiosity has slaughtered many cats, but it has yet to have killed Acalya, and so acting upon it she rose from seated position on her knees to walking out of her chambers.

Though she kept to the shadows while walking along the walls, she did so with a casual feminine grace and stride to each step, while idly running the finger tips of her hand along the stone walls in almost child-like frivilous, whimsical manner. As she came closer those gathered, she inched her way near in a very quiet, unintrusive fashion, though doing little or next nothing to hide her presence. Sticking somewhat to the shadows still, she inched her way toward pillar near the gathered though, still several meters from them.

With an almost delicate touch she rested her hands upon the pillar as she almost was pressing her body up against somewhat as though she were making a half-hearted attempt to physically hide, yet contradictorily not really trying to at the same time. There with pillar's cast shadow over her, she watched the group in silence, never uttering a word in greeting or making any further attempt to approach them unless called attention to. For now, she was happy within her cozy little spot in the shadow of a pillar. A pleasant spot to watch their reactions to one another, though she could not help but reflect a little upon her own reaction to them...

[Jace]

Bored. Bored. Bored. She was ever so bored. This wasn't anything new, but it had been much more frequent after she joined the Sith. Every once in awhile she would wonder why she even bothered to join, but left it at that because leaving would be too much of a hassle. There were also two beings who she found rather peculiar if not extremely irritating, but it could be said with certainty that they were the reason she had yet to take her leave.

Zarene. Oh the woman infuriated her beyond comprehension yet Gabriella could not bring herself to kill the younger girl. The Echani was quite hesitant to admit it, but that nerf herding cyborg might be the first person she had ever considered a friend. It was the only logical explanation yet it made no sense to Gabriella whatsoever. She tended to kill the things she didn't understand. So Zarene should count herself very lucky.

Renata. She was the reason the Echani had decided to join this so called 'brotherhood'. There was something about her that Gabriella couldn't explain. It was she that ordered Zarene and Gabriella to go to Bakura to find recruits. It was she who made them both her apprentices not so long ago. The woman had a power, a presence that commanded respect, even from someone as unruly as Gabriella. Suffice to say, curiosity would be the closest word for why she remained in the Sith Order.

Speaking of Renata....

She could sense her Master's presence nearby, and she wasn't alone. Gabriella thought she might as well go see what he master was up to, maybe she could rid her of this boredom. Then again she might make Gabriella do some boring training exercises. It was a fifty fifty chance, so she decided she might as well make the gamble.

The Echani turned one of the many corners of the new Sith Temple to see her master with atleast three others. Gabriella had no idea who they were and she didn't really care. She strode forward rather confident that Renata would take notice of her and forget the others. Gabriella was before the group moments later and bowed towards her master. Eying the others in the group, she realized she may have seen the older man around the Temple but his name escaped her, the others she definitely didn't know.

"Mistress Renata why do you waste your time with such uninteresting beings when I am around?" asked the Echani rather nonchalantly