To Tantorus We Go [One Sith Dominon of Tantorus ]

[Darth Veles]

"Perhaps we could find your parents?" Veles suggested kindly after hearing what happened to Sabrina's family. At least the Jedi did not kill them all outright. Such poorly trained and undisciplined individuals as Jedi have often been claimed by a fit of blind rage. Still, even though not as extreme, their actions resulted in the tragic separation of Sabrina from her family. Another life ruined thanks to the Jedi Order, another Sith as a direct result of their arrogance and self-righteousness. "Our spies and agents can find anyone. We could get your family back to you..." He whispered towards [member="Darth Banshee"], knowing her relatives might be dead by now. Still, the young Sith Knight deserved to know what happened to them and take the chance she had of meeting them again.

 

[Darth Banshee]

Darth Banshee smiled at thought, May be one day, as I am not sure what they think of being sith know. Jedi propaganda and every thing. She liked to find them, and see they where okay. Though she unsure they would like to be found as it was hutt bounty on them, and they don`t like successful slave revolts.

[member="Darth Veles"]

 

[Darth Veles]

Veles shook his head decisively. He did not know anything about [member="Darth Banshee"]'s parents, yet he imagined their situation is not getting better as they speak. "We should not wait," the amphibious Sith Master said in a reply, "What does the Jedi propaganda matter? You are their daughter, plus they have a bounty of their heads because of the Jedi. I believe your parents like their Order no more than you do." Veles pointed out and reached for his datapad, taking it from under the dark colored robes he wore that day. "Please, give me their names and I will order our spies to look for them." Since nothing said the One Sith were going to remain this strong for a long period of time, it seemed better to search for Sabrina's family now when the Sith employed so many spies.

The Jedi bastards have taken something from all of them it appeared. Veles had lost two of his apprentices to those wild beasts. While Vyrzen's fate had yet to be determined, as the young Zabrak had disappeared after the fall of the Sith Empire, Veles was certain his newest apprentice, Maya, has been held by the dark Jedi cult on Voss. If there was just the slightest chance of saving someone that feeling of loss, he wished to spare Lady Banshee of that uncertainty and return her parents to their daughter, whether they were alive or dead.

 

[The End Narrator]

Artemisia would flinch as she was touched by [member="Darth Odium"].

Who was this Alex he spoke of and why would she care? And why was he touching her?

~No, I am not, I am Artemisia.~ She said flatly in her mind before she jerked her arm away from him and stepped to the side from [member="Darth Isolda"] and Odium.

 

[Darth Isolda]

[member="Artemisia Vy Kar"]

A smile would linger on her lips. "You are confused... feel lost?" she would state eyeing the woman as she began to walk into the temple, the orbs of fire following in her wake.

"What you feel is the confusion of the damned souls of the Sith here. They will test you. Test us all. The souls of those of the past bleed with power - and in it, shall pluck at your mind for the demons that haunt you."

She would turn to Artemisia. "It is but mere trickery, sister..... the Goddess shall usher you through it."

 

[Darth Banshee]

No I want them to live in peace where every they are. If I find them or they become public knowledge, they will become a target for my enemies. She said to [member="Darth Veles"]

 

[Darth Odium]

[member="Artemisia Vy Kar"] [member="Darth Isolda"]

Odium suppressed his disappointment and continued on already gathering the power into himself to begin consuming their essences to begin binding the myriad souls but he would need help or he would be over powered.

He drew near the center of the temple and stopped.

<<It shall begin.>> Odium said to the minds of his fellow delvers.

His mind began the process that he had done now many times and he drew deeply on the darkside. His cold black eyes began to turn crimson as he was filled with the corrupting power and pleasure-pain of the Goddess that his Master had drawn him to. The intoxication of power filled him as the spirits of long dead Sith drew in to assault his savage mind and as they did Odium lashed out with the binding spell and held up the heart crystal that would be their new home.

<<Join us in Oblivion dead ones.>> he told them as his body became once again a conduit for the darkside, <<We will all serve the One and the Goddess.>>

 

[Darth Veles]

"Your choice, Lady Banshee, your choice...," Veles muttered under his breath, silently disagreeing with his friend's choice as his amber eyes shifted once again, offering the female Sith a disapproving frown before watching the Acolytes digging dirt and earth. While he respected her wish to let them live in peace, there was not knowing her parents haven't been hunted down and killed, or perhaps imprisoned and enslaved. Only the One Sith could offer them the protection they needed, give them work and reunite them with their daughter.

Kneeling down and placing his webbed hands on his thighs, the amphibious Sith closed his eyes and took several deep breaths and tried to meditate, the sound of shovels and pickaxes slowly drifting away into the vast sea of silence until completely disappearing as his senses ignored them. The Dark Side was strong, wild, untamed on Tantorus, and Veles wished to feel it. It crawled to him like a spider, its web trapping him, yet he did not want to escape. The power the Dark Side offered was incredible. After all these years of doing this very same thing every day, its promises almost sounded like whispers of a lover. The Force gave him energy, made him feel safe. Here, in his mind, he almost thought he had all the time in the galaxy to bask in the feeling, drawing power into his body. It was so... intoxicating. And when the Sith Master reached out and left his mind to enter the world around him... he could feel so much life, anxiety and exhaustion coming from the working Acolytes. Many of them will make good Sith if they survive the training.