The ship "Bubonic" was passing through hyperspace as the Dark Lord (I'm at amiss as to what to name him...seeing as I'm dead ) for the first time in the sight of Callista attended to a higher power. He stood in front of holotron speaking.

"We are in pursuit of the crystals Elder Malus, I have with my a new apprentice who seems quite skilled." The crowing voice from the Holocomm burst forth "Do not disappoint me, but I'm sure will you not, you haven't in the past. Use the Mandalorians as pawns, we need those crystals.. Report back to me when you have procured them, or if you do fail, you might as well stay there with the Jedi, your fate will not be as harsh."

Callista stayed off to the side, her eyes averted. It was not her place to speak now. She tensed at the mention of the Jedi, her blood roiling.

He turned to his new apprentice, "We will arrive to make contact with the Mandalorians in about an hour, is there anything you wish to discuss?" She frowned a moment, it was obvious that he had sensed her discomfort. "I don't know if I'm ready to face the Jedi again..."

"Before you were but a pawn, and could only use your words, now you are much superior, and your not visiting to be reprimanded by them."He gave a bit of an chuckle. She nodded at that. 'How do you propose we do this?"

"Force, not one will stand." She grinned at that, eager to exact her revenge. It had been a while, and she looked forward to it.

Moor sat down and began to meditate, a very thick dark energy filled the room, one which hadn't been there before, he has the power to mask his affinity with the force. Callista's respect for him rose another notch. She felt the energy surround her, and she reveled in the raw power.

The ship arrived on a landing post on Nar Shadaa, and Lord Moor motioned for Callista to follow him, they exited the craft and was waved down by a very large human. She followed, looking around in amazement. The place was crawling with all sorts of low-life's.

He approached the man. "Take us to your commander."

The large man (assumed Mandalorian) took them into a near by building where the a full armor clad Mandalorian warrior was waiting.

He spoke "I assume you brought the armaments?"

"I have, they are being arranged to be delivered now, what about your side of the deal?"

"We will raid this area for you, you want nothing from there?"

"No. Just attack, have fun, just do it." Moor then started to walk towards to door.

She turned to follow her master, but paused, thinking. 'I wonder how many will die?' she thought. Walking out to the street and towards the ship, Moor said aloud "Enough, but their deaths will be what attracts the Jedi."

She nodded. "And our part other than to retrieve the crystals? Will we be fighting the jedi?" Approaching the ship now, cloak flowing in the wind, "Any that gets in our way." She nodded, and a small grin crossed her face.

They entered the ship and it takes off, jumping back into Hyperspace, and after about an hour exits and they approach a lush, green planet, though almost dwarfed by a much large slightly urbanized one. They approached the moon and they braced for impact upon landing.

The planet reminds her somewhat of Coruscant, but in a dingy way... She jolts slightly with the impact, then releases her crash webbing and exits behind her master.

Moor turns to his apprentice, "Prepared?"

"I am, Master."

They exited the craft to the natural beauty of the area, and after a small walk they saw a distinctly jedi-esque building on the horizon, Moor looked intently, searching anyone near by, sensing no one he ran fast, very fast towards the building. She stayed close, holding her Force presence to a minimum like she had been trained to.

Reaching the courtyard that lead to either the front or the back door, an air of confidence came over the Dark Lord. He pulled his hood over him and started walking toward the front door. In front of it, he raised his hand and looked intently, and with a wave to the right, one side had then opened, into the foyer, empty, they walked in.

Her hood was also drawn up, hiding her face in shadow, she intended to keep it that way. "I sense no one, master.." He kept walking, and slid open the next door, leading to a large room, with a fountain, with two paths, one to the right and one straight ahead. "You take the right one."

She nodded, and drew her sabers, creeping down the right one. Being in a place like this brought back memories that she could just as soon forget. She shoved them aside, and continued.

Straight ahead went his path, walking he caught sight of someone rushing past, before they could clear his view, he threw his hand forward and they crashed into the wall. Surprised by this, two more young jedi appeared to the body, unaware of what happened, when all three then turned to the see the Sith Lord, and stood there in shock.

Callista crept down the corridor, and her senses flared. A young student careened around the corner, lightsaber at the ready. She cut him down without even blinking.

The Dark Lord spoke when approaching "Where are your Masters?"

One answered "He is in the council room" they all rose to their feet, and lit up their sabers, one behind the other they ran at the Dark Lord.

Moor concentrated, lifted his hands and extended his fingers, and then streams of lightning poured from each taking down one of them, while the other two stopped dead in their tracks, Moor charged forward and impaled one on his saber, kick him off it, and in a turning motion, caught the other one at the waist.

Then calmly continued forward.

She crept down the corridor, reaching the council chamber at the same time as her master. In the council room sat one adult jedi, who looked calm, Moor turned to see his apprentice there, and a stunned look upon her face. Her face paled as she gazed across the room at him. "You..." she hissed. All her anger was channeled into that single word.

"You know him?" Moor spoke, as the Jedi stood up with an also surprised look.

"I do..." her voice shook with rage. "He cast me out..." She spat his name like it was vile. "We meet again, Master Draconis..."

Noticing a crate next to the Jedi "The crystals...Want to do the honors, my apprentice?"

"With pleasure, Master."

She thumbed her sabers to life and strode angrily across the room. He came at her swiftly, swiping his blade towards her side. Deflecting it, she moved in close, limiting his defense. His green blade wove a tight defense as she force him backwards. SHe could feel him trying to get inside her head, but she shoved up her wall.

Fighting in such close quarters caused him to tire easily, and she took advantage of the fact. His strikes became sloppy, and she slashed his arm, forcing him to switch hands. She backed him into the corner, where he could not maneuver, and proceeded to stab him through the heart. he fell with a dull thud at her feet.

"Impressive show. How do you feel my apprentice?" She stood back from the body, her breath coming fast. "Invigorated."

Moor went over and retrieved the crystals. "Its about time we left." He lifted them and made way back toward the ship.

She followed behind him, keeping watch for anyone behind them. it was only then that she noticed the charred sleeve of her robe. He noticed the lack of footsteps behind him.

"Something wrong?"

She glanced up at him, and pulled back the sleeve of her robe to reveal a wide gash. "I didn't even feel it.." Moor grinned. "Such is the power of the dark side. I'm sure you can heal it." He then turned and returned to the ship.

She followed, already working to heal the wound. Once on board, she sank into a healing meditation.

Moving to the holocomm, it activated with the Elder once more.

"Are you victorious?"

"Yes Elder." he hold the crate up, showing the crystals.

"Return immediately."

"Yes."