Chapter II

The dark robed figures all stood at attention before their Masters, three stood in front them, and one was the supreme. All were human, and in the same thinking as Darth Sidious, hated aliens, that is why they destroyed the planets Mayras, Ateha, Yuuzzhan'tar, and Brethis.

The Yuuzhan Vong were nearly all but destroyed before they could even enter the System, and now the Order was here. In this galaxy to destroy all forms of alien life, only humans would be allowed to remain, but the Jedi and the Sith were another matter, the two feuding forces may have posed a threat to the Order, having an abundant tolerance for alien life, some of them even being among their ranks.

The three Lords shifted slightly into more comfortable positions and raised their hands, motioning for the robed figures to leave, the Lords were to have their Council in privacy.

The Death Seekers, an invincible sect that started nearly before this galaxy was founded, the Seekers were all human, and from the first ten members of them, they grew to be thousands, all well trained in the Force, the light and the dark side. Their vision was for a universe without aliens, and that only humans should live. They had left this galaxy at first, to expand to the far corners of the universe, destroying entire worlds and leaving them barren, desolate, devoid of alien life. They had now reached this galaxy, which would be the third that they had reached in their quest for the annihilation of aliens. Stealing the Yuuzhan Vong technology they were able to enter this galaxy; passing through the seemingly impassible Black Void.

The three High Lords sat and began the meeting, the three current lords were Nissak, Arafs, and Owedd, the Lord Seeker of Death was at the moment resting in his chambers the true and absolute leader of the Death Seekers.

Nissak had long black hair, pulled into a ponytail, with handsome features and a well-built body, his eyes shone a radiance that defied himself. Owedd was smaller, but still had a well built body, his blonde hair cut short in the rituals of Baaitah, the cleansing of the Clans. While Araf was tall, with a lean body, his hair shaven, revealing a baldhead, which instead of making him hideous made him unusually attractive adding a quaint look that added maturity to his thirty-four years. The marking of the Riash clan extended over his face, marked symbolically for leadership, Araf was the youngest of the Lords, only recently becoming appointed.

"The Jedi may pose a problem," said Nissak, his eyes unusually drained.

"Yes," replied Owedd, turning to face the screen that was before them, they were in the Death Seeker ship Deathworld, a truly good name for the occupants who were moving and killing worlds, "as we can see the Jedi have deterred from their proper path, as have the Sith,"

Nissak nodded, adding an even more dead look to his glary eyes, "but will they-,"

"Challenge us?" finished Araf, "yes, it is in their nature, you hear their code, a defilement of the true code: There is no emotion there is peace, there is no passion there is serenity, there is no ignorance there is knowledge, there is no death there is only the Force,"

"The Sith have also been similarly corrupted," noted Owedd, "Peace is a lie, there is only passion. Through passion, I gain strength. Through strength, I gain power. Through power, I gain victory. Through victory, my chains are broken. The Force shall free me," he shook his head sadly, "purely corrupt, yet an interesting polarization of the two groups,"

"The Shadow Knights are no exception," interposed Nissak, "they use the Force as they choose, not as the Masterchooses,"

"It is ironic though," said Araf, touching his chin lightly, "that these two powerful groups, the only real ones who have understanding of the Force are complete opposites,"

"Indeed," replied Nissak, "the Jensaarai, and Aing-Tii have nothing in common, as well as the Dathomir Witches,"

"These are just factions," dismissed Owedd with a wave of his hand, "they are not truly as well grounded or well aware in their groups as the Jedi or the Sith,"

"So we must continue to study them?" asked Araf and Nissak.

Owedd nodded, "only further experiments and tests will reveal their true colors, have the scouts captured the specimens?"

Araf nodded, "yes, a Sith Lord, a Dark Jedi Master, a Jedi Master, a Jensaarai Defender, and an Aing-Tii Monk, all are in separate cells, and are all unconscious,"

"The Sith Lord is the most powerful, but he is the last of the Sith, there are no more," stated Nissak.

"How is that so, last we heard the Sith were in the thousands, the rumors we heard from the fringe worlds, as were the Jedi, now only a few hundred of that order remain, especially after the end of the war, they had a youngling boom, and even more are being knighted and becoming Masters," replied Owedd.

"Things have changed since the Golden Age," admitted Nissak, shifting in his seat to find another comfortable position, "but we must test the Force weilders, they need the trials to the True Way,"

"Then so it shall be done," said Araf, "the Council of Lords is adjourned, we meet back in the morning,"

All three members of the Council bowed in unison and rose, leaving the Council Chambers.

Jedi Master Keroth Tyram awoke with a start, and was shocked at his surroundings, stretching out with the Force he was amazed at the powerful presence of the Force, and realized slowly that he was on a ship. Closing his eyes and using the Force to plot out the shape of the galaxy he found where he was, the Heleska System, near Dogabah.

The handsome young man stood up and reached for his lightsaber and was surprised that it was not connected to his belt, where was it, and who captured him, using the Force to return to his memory he noted the final moments he had retained before waking up in the cell.

He was with Master Arthan D'Cord, when suddenly blinding pain through the Force resonated through his bones. He was then engulfed by darkness. A Similar darkness to what he felt on the ship, in fact, he felt multiple dark presences on the ship, but two were out burning the others, and one was near, a dark Jedi? A Sith? He stipulated, he had been briefed by the Council of Sidious' last apprentice, a secret one that was even more powerful than Dooku.

Could the apprentice be on the ship? No, no longer an apprentice, Sidious was dead, he was now the Sith Master, the Sith Lord.

Keroth folded his legs and entered a Jedi Meditation trance, whatever was out there, he wanted to be prepared.