Chapter 2: Darth Neos
The Flag ship of Darth Neos, the Aravel, stood stagnate in the place where courosant was once place. The sound of metallic boots hitting the surface of the ships interior filled the room. Darth Neos, now in a suit made of almost entire machine stood gazing through the main viewing window at the empty void. "Kylo Ren... What a fool." His metallic voice droned. "To destroy what could have been ours." A small-yellow twi'lekian man entered the room. The twi'lek dawned grey robes and a saber with a white power crysital in it.
"M'lord," He bowed. "There is unrest in the other members." As he spoke he chose his words carefully.
"What sort of unrest?" Neos asked, pulling back his hood to reveal a masked face, the mask covered the remains of a Zabrak male who had been nearly destroyed almost fifty years ago.
"They fear that betraying the Covenant was a grave mistake." He trembled. "I tried to ease their fears, but they refuse to listen."
"So..." He lost himself to deep thought for a second. "How is it that now my own disciples start to betray me?"
"Betray?" The twi'lek wandered. "I know nothing of betrayal."
"Your betrayal." Neos let out a thick laugh. "You sought to kill me here and now didn't you? There is no unrest in any one, but you. My greatest disciple." Neos took out a small blaster from his waste and aimed it at the twi'lek. "Jog-an, why would you betray me?"
Jog-an's expression turned serious and a snap hiss of a saber could be heard. "Because you are a psychopath." Jog-an charged Neos whirring his light saber around, scraping the suit that Neos wore, but not harming the dying Zabrak inside it. Neos fired his blaster and Jog-an fell to the ground, stunned.
"For all your skill, I was still able to stop you with a single blaster shot." Neos signaled his guards to come in. "Take him to the Cryo-Chamber. I will have further use for his body in the future." That stupid boy was strong in the force. Neos thought. Neos turned to view port and called another guard in. This guard was dressed in what appeared to be a modified storm-trooper uniform, but it was blue. "Bio-troopers... along with the droid army the grey's have will be able to take any system we want." He said. "Prepare the virus, Master Jericho will have a new problem to deal with, instead of worrying about my plans."
"Yes, master," The trooper nodded his head and turned to the door to leave.
"Oh and trooper. Please make sure to leave a few breadcrumbs in a different direction." Darth Neos added. "I will be leaving the ship for some time, I have a few deals to make, my love."
The trooper turned and took off their helmet to reveal the face of a human woman, no older than twenty years. "So are we using pet names now?"
"Do not look at me with that detest." Neos growled. "You have a job, let me see your saber."
"My saber?" She waited for a response, but none came. "Of course." Her saber was a standard white saber given to all of the Covenant. Some of the members of the covenant, who converted, were placed among the ranks of Bio-troopers to help keep moral up and to spy on the other troopers."
"I believe it is time you make your own, a crimson one." Neos added. "Only to be used when necessary."
"Does this mean you'll take me as an apprentice?" She gawked.
"I am going to take five as my apprentice, next to Darth Havoc there will be six total apprentices, but the other five will only be trained so far, an elete group you may say."
"So why tell me?" she asked hesitantly.
"Your second job is to take this list and gather them, start their training you will be in charge of them."
"Thank you m'lord." She bowed then left the room dutifully.
Now Neos made his way to his personal cruiser to travel to the planet koroban, where the Jedi were planning to start a new academy. If he were lucky he would be able to take out a small group of people and get the blame passed on the the Covenant to help press them under his thumb. I the Jedi crack down upon them and I provide shelter the Covenant, then they will become part of my syndicate.
