Author's Notes

Whoa, this took way longer than it should have. So this chapter was about nearly done when Word decided to be a asshole and say nope. I then lost half of all the progress on this chapter and had to rewrite that. I do think I did a better job in certain scenes but not all. Lots happens in this chapter, hope you guys enjoy it.

Stay safe out there.


"I am going to miss this city… somewhat." Jaesa said as we started flying into the sky, in her arms was Pandora who was surprisingly cool with everything. It had been just several days since her arrival and we had learned quickly that she was a quiet one. Only every crying when wanting to be fed or if neither of her parents were in the same room as her. I didn't know how long this period would last but I dearly hoped it wouldn't.

"I still can't believe you found your way into Syrio Forel's life. But I guess in the end it was good for you." I said as the dropship started its way toward the Narrow Sea. We were heading straight back to Harrenhal where my Doctor Droid was waiting in storage. While Tirysa did all she knew to help Pandora, I'd still like modern medicine to take a crack at it. "Are you sure you want to leave like this? Without saying goodbye."

"I should have never come here, It's better if I just leave without anyone noticing." I didn't buy that but I wasn't going to say anything. Just because things were better between us meant that everything had returned to normal. In the days since Pandora's birth we had talked sparingly about anything that didn't involve her. But the intent on both sides was clear, we wanted things to develop into what I had originally intend nearly a year ago… just now with a baby.

"I've already sent word to Quinn, he's having everyone gather for our return." I said going back to business. Jaesa frowned a bit knowing that she wouldn't exactly be received very well. Nearly everyone back at Harrenhal would have a reason to be angry at her. Lyarra and Joanna already had a poor opinion of her and I doubt it will improve any time soon. Quinn unusually was not going to be playing the neutral party in this as he saw what Jaesa did as betrayal… something he frowns on for whatever reason. Pierce I'm not sure on. The rest of my little entourage will more or less just follow whatever I say. "You do know why we can't let people know it's mine right?"

"Yes. I don't need the validation of those fools, it doesn't matter who knows." Jaesa said still smiling down at Pandora, who in tern was just looking up at her mother with curious eyes. I wasn't going to give any of my children my last name, that was something that old Naraiz wanted as well and I was going to honor it. Mostly his reason was he wanted the Rhyhall line to end with him but for it was more for them. I was eventually going to be the Emperor of the Galaxy, I don't want my shadow to cover my children. Even if one day they are recognized as my children, I want their legends to be their own. I've even considered the Viking tradition of giving them last names based on deeds they have done.

"And uh… Lyarra is probably pregnant." The last month had been the point where Lyarra had finally worn me down. It hadn't been confirmed yet… unless it happened while I was gone, but I was pretty damn sure that with all the trying we had been doing it should be done.

"Fine." Jaesa said simply but I could she wasn't comfortable with this. I knew Jaesa, she wasn't going to get that clingy. For years she pestered Vette to get with Old Naraiz with her. Monogamy wasn't her preference. But that didn't mean she was immune to jealousy. Some of that would be targeted at Lyarra and Joanna but I knew it would also hit me as well. But I could handle it. "Oh by the way, me and Pierce did it a bunch of times."


Pierce didn't know why but he suddenly felt the urge to run and never stop. He, Quinn Lyarra, Joanna, Fay, Rathari, and a Doctor Droid all stood at the top of the central tower of Harrenhal. It had been finished first and its peek was smoothed over and made into a makeshift landing platform. It was high enough to where those below wouldn't see what happened and as Darth Nagash had pointed out once, people rarely ever looked to the skies when they had no reason to.

"We still don't have any idea how he pulled that off." Pierce heard the Jedi mumble to Rathari. He too had heard of Darth Nagash literally walking into a rip in space and vanishing. That was new and could be very useful. But then Rathari explained to the other Imperials that Force Teleporting was a rare and complex skill. And it was usually done within line of sight as it was unheard of for anyone to use it go across vast distances.

"Having a hard time being given more proof Jedi." Fay had been around Imperials and Sith too long. Pierce knew that Sith from their time only allowed Jedi to live around them if one, they were being tortured or converted. In the case of Fay it was the latter. But he also knew it wasn't a Dark Side type of thing, as little as he knew about the Force he did know what that type of converting looked like.

"Both of you, please refrain from discussion." Once Quinn spoke the air started to move and the sound of aircraft repulsons echoed in the skies. They all watched as the Valyrian dropship came out of the misty clouds and hovered above them. It descended and out from its side panels stepped out Naraiz and Jaesa, along with a child in the lost apprentice's arms. Pierce shifted uncomfortably as he saw the child, and then began to sweat as he saw the glare that Naraiz was giving him. The Doctor Droid was the first to walk up to the two.

"Is this the child?" The Doctor Droid asked as it approached the two, it had been covered in several heavy robes to disguise its nature from anyone that might see it on the way up. Jaesa nodded and the droid began taking initial scans. As it did so Quinn and Rathari walked up to Naraiz.

"Welcome back my lord, however I would suggest that no further sudden absences be taken in the near future. Lord Rathari was capable of doubling you for the time but I don't think it would be good for the people's moral or health if they hear their lord is once again missing." Quinn and explained and Pierce had to agree, the men in the barracks were all getting very antsy during the six months he had been gone. If it got out that Naraiz was missing again, Pierce wouldn't be surprised if the city watch would invade nearby lands to search for him. And that wasn't even taking into account what the normal citizens would do.

"I promise that I won't be leaving without notifying you first Quinn. It was rather spur of the moment." Naraiz chuckled as his glare left Pierce and he focused on the governor. They spoke for a bit with Rathari interjecting every now and then, all while the Doctor Droid finished its initial scans.

"I will need to perform several routine procedures, inoculations, and implants for the child. I have already detected a virial strain in her system, more study will need to be done but preliminary detection indicates a ninety five percent likelihood of recovery." The Droid said as it held out its hands to take the child. Everyone that knew Jaesa half expected her to cut the droid in half at the gesture, and were very shocked to see her give over her child with only a few seconds of hesitation. "Thank you." The Droid said before it turned and started for the stairs.

"Go." Naraiz said as Jaesa looked back to him, asking if she was needed any more or if she could go with the droid. She beamed and followed the Doctor Droid off the landing pad leaving everyone else with the Sith Lord. "Firstly…" Naraiz ground out as Pierce felt his body slam to the stony floor, and was genuinely worried he might break through it. "… how long were you going to keep it a secret that you and Jaesa were fucking each other?"

"I…" Pierce struggled to speak as he felt the incredible power press down on his body. He had been hit by the Force before, by Jedi and Sith alike but this felt more like gravity push down and up on him at the same time. A equal amount of combating pressure from below and above. And then like that it was over, the pressure was gone and he could move his body.

"Get up." Naraiz ordered and despite what had just happened Pierce did as told. Old Imperial training kicking, training that taught no matter what a Sith did to you orders were still orders.

"My lord I…" He was about to explain himself when suddenly he was right back on the ground as he was prior.

"I know full well what Jaesa is like. The first time is forgivable as you were caught off guard, know what she does to men she has eyes for, and I know you well enough to know you never wanted it. However, you should have come to me immediately after despite the issues me and Jaesa were having at the time. As I could have protected you or at least sent you far away." Naraiz explained and all throughout this Pierce was slammed back into the ground with the same force as before. Then the Sith finished speaking and once again the pressure was gone.

"Can I stand my lord?" Pierce asked as carefully as could. A part of him chaffed at having to act this way, he hated the old system of how the Sith ran things. Naraiz had been better and never did stuff like this before, it was one of the reasons Pierce respected him. But he knew that this was coming at some point, and so he grit his teeth and just hoped that he would get through this with his lie.

"Yes." With that the Imperial stood back up and the two were now standing across from each other. "Here's what's going to happen. I'm doing something. It will be very painful. But, you will live. And you will limp away and get out of my sight. The next time I see you, I won't remember what Jaesa told me or what happened here." Naraiz explained all with a big evil smile on his face. Pierce was utterly horrified and everyone around them was deeply concerned by all this.

"Uh…" Pierce started but was quickly silenced.

"I will be locking away these memories and everyone here and everyone that knows about this whole thing will never mention it. Because while logically I know you were only doing what you thought would keep yourself alive. And because morally I know you and know that you were also trying your best to do what was right by both me and Jaesa even as fucked up as that sounds. I know this things. But that still doesn't mean you're safe from me." He said with this amused little laugh that sent shivers down people's spines. Rathari, Quinn, and Pierce had all seen Naraiz angry. Planet killer angry. And still… this moment might be the most frightening they had ever seen of him. He then had this childish smile on his face and then clapped as he finished it all up. "Now, take your medicine and let this be forgotten." And just like that Naraiz pointed a finger down and bright blue arc of Force Lightning fired down to between Pierce's legs. He screamed a most unmanly scream and fell to the ground. "Ooh… gonna want to get that looked at."

"Fucking damn it you sadistic bastard." Pierce growled in pain as began crawling away, not wanting to find out what other horrible things the Sith had in store for him if he didn't leave that moment.


"Laugh damn you." I growled in defeat as I once again failed to get Pandora to laugh at my silly attempts to do baby things. I did peekaboo, rattling toys, and a fey Force tricks but nothing. She smiled at times but that was just teasing me and not what I really wanted.

"Wow… this something I don't I ever expected out of you." Joanna chuckled as she came to my side and started leaning on my side. Jaesa was out for the moment, taking a break from mothering to get some much needed training done. It had been a week since we returned to Harrenhal and most of that time had been spent getting Pandora accustomed to her home. I was also putting off the fact that I was needed back up in the galaxy.

"I can't make her laugh. I'm funny damn it." I pouted as I stared down at the smiling face of my daughter. She was happy, as young as she was I could still feel her emotions in the Force.

"Sure you are love." I did not appreciate the sass from Joanna. Eventually I settled on floating over a stuffed rabbit toy that Fay had gotten us as a gift. The Jedi while aloof and distant was still apart of this… family? Sure let's go with that. I placed the cloth rabbit toy next to Pandora and then added a monitor drone over the crib before walking away. I didn't like it.

"I don't wanna leave but I'm back to being healthy, and my power is starting to return." I started to complain as we made our way back to the nearby couch and fireplace. Lyarra was lying down, sleeping as expected. Both Joanna and her had been good with Pandora when Jaesa wasn't around and when the new mother was they just avoided the two. That seemed for the best for the moment. Everyone was still pretty chilly with Jaesa. "I just want her to laugh once before I leave tomorrow."

"Do you really have to leave?" Joanna asked as we sat down on the couch, Lyarra immediately scooches over and lays her head on my lap.

"Yeah, I've been away for eight months now. That's a long time for Vette to deal with Dalla and his brand of arrogant stupid. I'm actually surprised that the twins or BI-6 hasn't killed him yet." By now the Twins should be very acclimated to the galaxy by now, which will be good. Ulysses should also have a decent rep… and hopefully Dalla has made it a good one. I'm not supposed to be a pirate but a treasure hunter. "I've got some serious catching up to do."

"You're feeling guilty. You don't want to abandon your daughter." Joanna said with a proud and pleased smile as she reassured me.

"My father had been a overbearing perfectionist, I was to be the perfect heir and to make our family proud by becoming a powerful Sith. I kinda ruined that however when I became the Emperor's Wrath as that job essentially cut me out of the normal circles of power and instead had be police the Sith." That was at least Old Naraiz's father. But I still felt those memories pretty well. To me I just didn't want to be that father, the one that was only around when absolutely necessary. A distant and judging figure in a child's life. I didn't want that. But also I needed to go back to space and accelerate my plans there. "I guess I will have to just keep telling myself that this will only be for a few years then I can settle down with shorter and less frequent trips."

"The fact that you are guilty about this means you are far better than many noble lords that would rather not even see their children until they are of age." Joanna once again tried to reassure me but just because there was someone worse didn't make me better. "Listen, you will be in her life. You will be there to teach her, see as she grows and develops into a woman… and inevitably has to kill you in order to find a husband."

"I won't… yeah that makes sense."

"I'm sure you'll do fine love, it's not like she'll have no one. And as much as I hate to admit it, Jaesa has been doing very well and even has clamed considerable from the times I met her." That was also true. Jaesa's extremes had been somewhat blunted. She had stopped sleeping around or made any mention that she wanted to, though that might be because of our new relationship. But more importantly she has stopped completely in the way of killing randos, I doubt this will be forever but it's nice to see her not feel the need to kill everyone that slightly bugs her. Her free spirit seems to have settled down a bit in the wake of motherhood. Again… how long this will last is anyone's guess. My guess is once Pandora starts to become more independent Jaesa will start to have more free time to indulge herself. "You can't second guess yourself, soon enough this keep will be filled with the sounds of little feet stumbling around."

"Oh, is there something you've been meaning to tell me?" I asked knowing that Joanna loved being a mother to her children with Tywin. So much so I knew she still felt guilt over leaving them as she did.

"Not yet, some day… soon. But not yet."


Hego Damask the Second stared at a unmarked grave on a cracked and desolate nameless world. Here, there was no life or anything but shifting rust covered deserts and crags that sunk into the depths of the world. But here, the land had been made solid and clean. And here lay a low caste Muun female that had vanished from the galaxy many years ago.

Off this world, he was the Lord of the Sith, one of the greatest minds when it came to the secrets of the Midi-chlorians, and by far one of the most powerful men in the galaxy. Here, he was none of those things. On this small broken world off in the dead of space within the Outer Rim he was but a man that hated everything about his role in life. He despised the machinations of his master and his plot to have him created. He reviled the way his father used him as a stepping stone for greater wealth. He despaired at the stolen life his mother could have had. All of this served to fuel his power now… when he wasn't here. When he wasn't in front of her.

He stared down at the grave. His face unreadable, for there were always too many emotions battling it out in the man for just one just show itself on his face. In the end what he hated most when he came to this world to remind himself of the power of hate was his weakness. His greatest strength, in the biology of the Force, had been born out of a childish weakness to bring back an inconsequential woman.

He had fought Force Writhes, killed many unholy monsters that lacked a soul, none of these things were what he sought. And at the end of his journey he came to the conclusion many didn't, the dead must stay dead. But he would not join their ranks. He would continue to return to this spot for all eternity, to stare and hate. On this world his hate would grow and grow until not even death could consume it.

"My lord." The Muun turned his head slightly to see IG-99 standing there. The droid had been there the entire time as it was now his bodyguard and second in command. "You have appointments."

"Has been so long already." He had cleared his schedule for three weeks this time and yet it had only felt like seconds. He rolled his shoulders back and felt a tightness in them, yes he had been here far too long. It was time to return to life. "Let us leave then."

Darth Plagueis didn't so much as look at the world that he had just spent weeks on as his ship snapped into hyperspace. He simply shut IG-99 down and wiped its memory of the whole trip. He walked back to the small lounge that was the center point of his personal star ship. All around him was an artfully crafted space that worked to calm the mind and steady the soul. He sat down in the middle and took a basic meditative position and began feeling out the Force. The Dark Side was swimming, feasting on his freshly renewed hate. But he had long developed the natural reflex to not give into the frenzy. He simply allowed the Dark Side to slither and snake its way through his mind and then leave as it failed to grasp onto anything.

As he meditated, Darth Plagueis began thinking onto the Grand Plan of the Sith. It was beginning to reach its final act. The pieces were being set, the Republic and the Hutts were about to have their final war. In it the Hutts would be utterly decimated, their race and their criminal empire would be broken and would never recover. And the Republic would left spent, their armies and their navy weakened. Allowing for rebellion to explode where it was already festering.

The Hutts had proven themselves a threat that could not be allowed to exist. The previous Hutt war had proven that as it had not been planned by the Sith. Prior to that Darth Plagueis had intended the slugs to survive into the days of his and Sidious' new Empire. But now, they must be dealt with, and what better way then to use the Jedi to do it. And they were quite willing to go along with it as well. As they wished to sooth their stained honor and pride, the Core Worlds lusted after the Hutt's wealth and the Mid Rim bayed for blood after the devastation of the last war. It was only the Outer Rim territories, who were often used as a battle ground for the various wars, and the Mega-Corporations who had been bared from the industry of war for centuries now, that wanted peace.

Once the Final Hutt War broke out, the carnage would spill into the Outer Rim. Untold devastation would ravage worlds and destroy lives. They would pushed to the brink and once the war was over they would be given nothing to repair the damaged caused by the war. Revolt would be inevitable. However, it would also be doomed. Unless they had the backing of people with wealth and the resources to fight back against a weakened Republic. The Outer Rim would form a new government, but hand over a good deal of sovereignty to the various Mega-Corporations in exchange for money and arms. The Mega-Corporations would take this as their chance to get back into the war games and to get back at the Republic. Corporate dockyards and droid foundries would be retooled into places of war. A galactic civil war the likes of which has not been seen shall usher in a new age of Sith. In the burning of the galaxy the Jedi will be cut down by their own, and the Sith shall take their rightful place as masters of all.

As Darth Plagueis weaved through the Force, trying to decipher the future and any possible threats to his plans, he felt the Force tugging him back to reality. He opened his eyes and saw one of his holo-comms blinking with an incoming call. He normally disliked handling business during his contemplation with the Force but it would seem fate had other intentions. He pulled the Holo-comm over to his hands, and answered the call.

"-Lord Damask, it has been far too long. I do hope my call has not disturbed you on any business.-" A image of a aging yet still comely human woman flickered into view. She wore fine Kaasen robes and had elegant implants in the frame of her forehead and cheeks. She was a woman of means and status, but to Darth Plagueis and his alter ego she was still beneath him.

"Calthina, you almost were but your timing is as impeccable as ever." Darth Plagueis said as he shifted into his stern yet caring respected elder role. He was to the rest of the galaxy a stalwart icon of good business. Giving to a few choice charities while at the same time making good and sound investments. People rose and fell depending on his work in the Intergalactic Banking Clan. His work portfolio contained senators, kings, admirals, and CEOs. He might be a Lord of the Sith but he still was damn good at his day job. "To what brings you to me this day?"

"-There is an upcoming ball that I have been invited to. It would be such a tragedy for me to go all alone wouldn't it.-" He visibly frowned as for his public identity it would presumptuous for a client and him to go to such a social gathering. But for his true feelings, he just rather not go to a world crawling with Jedi. Dromund Kaas was a world that had such history, but for the moment it was a trap for him. But the Force, it had brought him here.

"I could not be seen in such complain without business being on the table. There are many that seek my audience, I can't be expected to spend my valuable time so carelessly." This was true but he knew that she wouldn't just call for no reason. Calthina was a woman that he valued for her skills and position on Dromund Kaas. As she was one of the few Heads of Houses that had a permit to arrange ventures to the Surface and at the same time was not in the pocket of the Jedi. She had helped him collect valuable artifacts of those bygone days. "I shall go however I expect business to be discussed and I to be giving favors in the terms." He allowed her to smile but for a moment before cutting the connection off. He did not know where the Force was taking him but he would not be a puppet on its strings. It was foolish to deny the Force when it gave such a clear message but it was only a true Sith to bend such event to their will.


"Fucking sadistic bastard…" Pierce grumbled before downing several pain killers that the Doctor droid had given him. His balls still felt numb after what Naraiz did and there was of course scaring. It was only thanks to the Doctor Droid giving him several shots of Bacta that everything was still working down there. Or at least he hoped that things still worked. The sound of someone knocking on his office's door was a relief as any distraction was welcome. "Come on in." Pierce said as he carefully shifted his weight in his chair.

"Hello captain." The Imperial was surprised to see Xhola. The Maester's assistant and one of Naraiz's… eh… one of the former slaves he had taken for himself.

Most of the people that worked and lived in Harrenhal didn't exactly understand the exact nature of the relationship between Xhola, Serona, and Vaera. They worked for him, were devoutly loyal to him, and often slept with him yet at the same time were obviously apart from him. Serona was the one who kept the servants and general staff of the castle in line, she very much enjoyed the power of her position and would often lord it over everyone that was not Naraiz. Vaera on the other hand lived to work under the Red Woman and there was even talks of her traveling to the North to set up a new center of the weird faith they were spreading. Xhola was the most normal out of the three, just working as an assistant while taking in all of Naraiz's mail, a simple life that Pierce was honestly envying right now.

"Xhola, is there something Qyburn needs? Or is there a raven for me?" He wasn't expecting any messages. He at times sent messages back to Winterfell, he had a comradeship with their captain at arms, or sometimes he would get ravens from surrounding keeps and towns regarding assistance from the Black Guard in dealing with bandits near the borders.

"Um no." Xhola said as she closed the door behind her, a kind yet worried look on her face told Pierce that this was personal. Had something happened, was she here to tell him there was a accident? "I wanted to see if you were doing well? I heard about what happened from Vaera."

"Damn crazy witch can't keep her mouth shut." Pierce grumbled under his breath. Melisandre had far too much trust in her little shadow. One of these days it was going to be a security risk. "You shouldn't be talking about it. Darth Nagash made it very clear that the whole thing is to be forgotten."

"I know, but wanted to make sure you doing alright." There was this knowing yet comforting tone in her voice that Pierce appreciated. He had been given a injury that no man could ever walk away from without trauma of a less than just physical kind. "Don't worry, I won't speak a word about it to Lord Rhyhall."

"I knew that something was coming I just didn't expect it to be… that. Damn, I would have guessed he'd kill me before what he did." Pierce began as started to explain the circumstances surrounding the whole event. But quickly Xhola pulled the conversation away to other more mundane topics. She had come not to further the captain's pain but to take his mind off it. He had always been so kind and helpful to every one and she just wanted to repay a bit of that.


Vette was bored… very bored. Even as Dalla had taken her off to the side to a collection of creates inside their rented out hanger she was bored. The crew of the Chilling Sound were at the moment in one of the commercial space stations above Dromund Kaas, Dalla believed that they were just here to get another job but in reality Naraiz was coming back.

"What do you want now Dalla?" Vette sighed as she leaned against one of the stacks of creates. He wasn't wearing his Ulysses get up, he hadn't been for a few weeks now. Which was good as it meant that the twins were able to clean it and get rid of the Dalla stink for when Naraiz came back. It had been nearly a year since she had seen him in person and frankly she was getting restless. Holo-calls just didn't do it, she wanted him to be with her for real. If she had her way this would be the last time that he would be spending long periods back on Terra. But thinking that made her feel a little guilty, after all he had something to go back to that wasn't just schemes or plots.

"I think you know what it is. I'm sick and tired of you walking around like you're the real leader of the crew. Ulysses is gone, probably dead in a ditch somewhere. So now its time for the captain that's been running things to officially step up." He threatened as he glared at her dismissive stance toward him. Vette was really getting bored here, so much so that rather than listen to him she was thinking about the whole set up she had going for when Naraiz came back.

"I got the Deep Core Brandy, I've practiced making all the dishes by hand and haven't brunt one of them in a week…" Vette listed off to herself as Dalla had given his opening monolog. He noticed the thousand yard stare that she was giving him and so slammed his hand next to her head and loomed at her. Not over her, he was just a little under her height.

"You can't run from this you little Twi'lek bitch. Things are going to change, you and the rest of the girls on the ship are going to get in line!" Vette refocused on Dalla as he started to get way to close for her tastes. It seemed things were finally coming to a head. For the past month now Dalla had been talking about doing real jobs which meant raiding supply lines and merchant ships. He had also started getting subtly vocal about the chain of command. There had also been slips to how he really felt about the fact all the females on the ship were against him. Vette was a little concerned that the past eight months had turned Dalla into a partial misogynist. It was true that every single one of the women on the ship treated him quite badly for varying reasons. "You're still good with a blaster and are a great pilot, you're still useful."

"Plus there's my tits and great ass too right?" Vette smirked as she knew that Dalla was also thinking about that too. He was a Corellian and they were very big on spacer tradition and a unspoken one was that Twi'lek females were a ship's communal whore. The worst part about that to Vette was a lot of her kind accepted it.

"Not disagreeing with that." He said with this knowing chuckle that to Vette just came off as fake. Which weirded her out, and now that she really thought about it… Dalla never actually got laid. He played a great game out in the bars and clubs during their off time but Vette couldn't recall a time in her spying on him that he left with anyone. But now wasn't the time to really think on that. "You need to learn your place, I'm the captain now."

"Oh really?" With that Dalla went pale, extremely pale. Vette just kept her smirk on her face as Dalla slowly pulled back and then ran off toward the hanger exit. He stumbled a bit and fell on all fours, barely picking himself off the ground he ducked and ran out without saying another word. "What got up his ass?" Naraiz asked and for a second the two were quiet but then started laughing.

"I wonder when he'll remember all of his stuff is in the ship." Vette joked, she honestly didn't; expect Dalla to just run off like that. She guessed that Naraiz was just going to kill him or something.

"Ey… more for us ri-" Naraiz wasn't able to finish his sentence as his mouth was taken by hers. She had jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist and wasn't letting go until all her pent up feelings were soothed. This however attracted some attention from the rest of the Chilling Sound's crew. "Feisty are you?" He said with a smirk as she pulled away, she returned the smile and untangled herself from his body.

"Going nearly a year without sex or cuddle time will do that to me." Vette shot back with the clear intent on making up for that loss of intimacy. But for now she sobered herself up as out of the corner of her eye she could see the rest of the crew that was currently in the hanger come over. "The twins and the brothers are out getting supplies for our next trip, it's supposed to be a long one right?"

"I'll speaking with Cipher tomorrow, depending what he has to say we might stay here longer. But yeah, we'll be heading out on for an important mission." Naraiz said before they turned the four approaching crew members. Vette silently hoped that this would go well, she had expanded the crew a bit as they needed a bit more help to deal with the fact Naraiz was gone.

"You have to be the real Ulysses, never thought I'd see the day this little spitfire would act like a girl fresh off from Ryloth." A muscle bound Besalisk chuckled, he was large even for his race and while it looked like the years were getting on him he still looked very strong. There was a wise yet teasing look in his eyes as he enjoyed the sight of Vette squirm a bit at his words.

"About time you got back Ulysses, you made me have to deal with Dalla for eight more months." Yensi grumbled with a very clear disapproving look in his eyes. The Gran then left, having said his piece. Vette had been worrying about him for awhile now. Him and Dalla had never buried the hatchet and it was starting to seriously affect their work. But now hopefully that would change with Naraiz back and Dalla gone.

"Come on Yensi don't be like that. Sorry man, he's been extra grumpy lately." The sole human of the group said with a smirk. He was an average looking man with a bit of stubble and that grizzled yet carefree spacer look. "Been going by Katz for awhile now, co-pilot and dude that keeps this beauty running. I gotta say, you got odd taste in ships but I appreciate a man that likes them a bit more… experienced." Katz joked and Vette smiled as she knew that him and Naraiz would get along just fine.

"As do I, though I'm just talking about ships here." The Besalisk gave a belly laugh before introducing himself. "As for me I'm Konas Buk, I'm just an old soldier that passes by as this crew's muscle. I carry the heavy stuff and sometimes scare off the occasional thief."

"You served?" Naraiz asked and the jovial light in Konas' eyes dimmed and turned a bit more serious but not threatening… just somber.

"For a time." He said simply before the light returned and he looked to the last one that had to speak. A female Chagrians that didn't look too happy at the moment. Vette was genuinely worried as she knew that this one was going to cause problems.

"Dabai Treen, I cook and keep our supplies organized." She said blunt with obvious disdain for just having to be here right now while at the same time as staring daggers at Naraiz. But he didn't seem to care or mind, outwardly anyway. This seemed to annoy Dabai so with a scoff she turned and headed back to the ship. Konas and Katz both shrugged at their crewmate's response like it had been expected, gave their own smiles to their new captain and returned back to work.

"So care to explain why our ship's quartermaster hates my guts?" Naraiz asked once they were all out of ear shot.

"She… might have a little crush on me." Vette admitted though she also knew that Dabai just didn't like men in general. The Twi'lek knew why though and hoped that she could help her through it but little progress had been made. "She's also got a protective streak in her. Dalla certainly didn't help things and I'm pretty sure the only reason she's been as good as she has been is because she knew I was the real leader."

"And now?"

"She's not going to poison your food or anything… burn it a little maybe. She has issues but I promise that she'll be a good member of the crew." Vette trusted all of them, these were her people now. Naraiz sensed this as he always did and held her hand while giving her a reassuring smile.

"However things are we can make them work. Now… let's not dance around this anymore. Let's go fuck." Vette was about to protest, she had a entire date night planned but wasn't complaining when she was scooped off the ground and Naraiz made a mad dash toward the ship with her in his arms.


Jaesa was about to do something truly awful. It disgusted her and made her want to throw up. It was a dark and vile thing that she knew she would regret the rest of her life. But damn it she was desperate. And any true mother would do anything for her child.

"Aw she's adorable, I don't see anything wrong with her." Jaesa pouted as Joanna held Pandora in her arms. The new mother had only ever let her baby go when Naraiz was the one with her, in that time she had picked up her training and rested in the baths by herself. But now Naraiz was gone and as a Sith assassin she needed to stay in peek condition. So with great reluctance she was letting the two Force Slaves baby sit.

Jaesa knew logically it was a good choice as they were bound to Naraiz and were incapable of harming his child. They also were mothers themselves so that helped, even more so with that fact they were much more experienced then herself. Lyarra much more so than Joanna, but then again Lyarra was also the one most opposed to Jaesa in general. But Jaesa needed advice and time to herself, she was still a Sith apprentice and valuable agent that needed to keep up with her trainings.

"Are you sure, she hasn't cried once and I may not know a lot about babies but I know they cry." Jaesa understandably got small glares from the two women but they quickly refocused back onto Pandora who was busy playing with Lyarra's fingers. The two older women then shared a look and decided to take pity on the poor new mother and actually help her for a change.

"Jaesa, you're doing fine. All children are different, some cry a lot and others not so much. Pandora looks happy and both the Maester and the… doctor droid… say she's perfectly fine." Joanna answered knowing that Jaesa was just being a first time mother and over reacting to anything perceived wrong with their child.

"Yes, both Eddard and Lyanna were very quiet children. Though for Lyanna that stopped when she started walking, then she wailed every time we stopped her trying to go off and explore all she could." Lyarra said remembering fond memories of those days. She knew that both she and Joanna had midwives, family, and servants to help when they first had their children. Jaesa on the other hand had none of these things. As far as the rest of the keep and city was concerned Pandora was a fatherless child Jaesa had while off in Essos. She didn't get much sympathy from the servants or anyone else.

"Really?" Jaesa asked still staring at her daughter still very concerned.

"Go, we can watch her. Nothing bad will happen and if she cries I promise you'll be the first to know." Joanna said knowing that statement to likely be more literal than most cases. Jaesa gave one last look of uncertainty before slowly backing off and headed toward the door. Joanna and Lyarra both watched closely as the door closed behind the Sith assassin, the second that it did and Pandora made a small cooing noise it slammed back open.

"Is she all right?!" Jaesa yelled as she rushed back inside and took Pandora out of Joanna's arms.

"We tried, but it looks like we can't help her." Joanna said with a pleased look on her face as she and Lyarra walked away, having done their part to try and help Jaesa but it seemed like that was doomed to fail.


"Did you do something to the Droid band?" Cipher asked as he sat down across from me in one of the unused booths of his bar. I have been waiting for about an hour so I decided to have a bit of fun and used BI-6 to hack into the bar's band and get them to play Overhaul's theme from My Hero Academia. I had been playing with the sound editor on Naraiz's personal wristpad for years now and had a nice collection of music from my old life, plus I had gotten really good at sound engineering.

"Does it matter?" I asked and Cipher just looked at me and stayed silent. I shrugged and assumed he was going to add it to his playlist. "How's Kaliyo doing, I haven't heard of the Republic capital blowing up yet."

"I honestly have very little information regarding her. I received a initial confirmation that she arrived on Coruscant and then later a request for the blueprints of a Republic Admiral's penthouse." He replied simply before pulling out a data chip and handing it to me.

"What do we have here?"

"This contains all the reports that Vette sent to me concerning Dalla's time as your cover. I had managed to keep him operating on jobs to further the eventual goals of the Ulysses' character that you and I set out, even acting as you myself for the more covert contact meetings." Ulysses was much more than just my cover to stay under the radar of the Republic. It was also a story and a way into the nobility of Dromund Kaas. Using it as a means to develop a reputation while in the background subtly setting things up for him to reveal himself as the long lost scion of House Rhyhall. It was a long term plan to gain control over all of Dromund Kaas and the surrounding former Imperial systems. Right now such a ancient name would only get scoffed at as a pretender to the throne type of thing, but… results will make people doubt that.

"I assume that you've been a busy boy in setting up our spy network." I could feel a flicker of announce escape the normal unreadable spy at me calling it Our spy network. It seems that he's starting to develop a more independent mindset.

"At a galaxy scale, barely anything of note. The Republic's zealous control over all forms of information makes establishing a network quite difficult, if we had resources and backing from somewhere with infrastructure in place that would a different story." He explained and I shrugged. I hadn't expected him to develop a detailed spy network across the galaxy yet. That required time and agents making personal contacts and developing their own internal systems to piggyback off of. And that was with a more free flow of information. Quantum Entanglement communication was the platinum standard in the spy game, it was untraceable and could connect from any point in the galaxy and probably further. But it was rare tech that could only be crafted by galactic governments with the resources to make it compact enough to be worth it.

"How about on a more local level?" I asked expecting far more here.

"Within the Esstran sector I have eyes and ears in nearly every noble house, corporation, and crime family of note. Not a single major organization can make a move without me knowing, and a few of the minor ones I have agent ready to… suggest… moves to take." And I'm sure there was a bunch of in-between that he wasn't speaking of. But I didn't need to know the technical bits and bolts of his spies and contacts. He was still loyal if not to me then to the ideal of the Empire. "The current political landscape is vastly different than it was back during our time, none of the noble houses that were in their prime back then exist in any real capacity other than three who during these millennia sunk back into the shadows of back alleys."

"Expected, those that were smart retreated and hid as the republic smashed apart Imperial society. Which of the Houses of old still remain." I asked, the old Naraiz side of me was genuinely curious. I could recall the days of moving between noble circles, showing off my power and my displeasure at offending fools. Many of whom I can say were just angry Naraiz had slept with their daughter, sister, mother, wife… etc etc etc.

"Three Houses remain, they run most of the organized crime in the sector and have worked had to survive and keep the Hutts out of their territory." Impressive. Both in living in defiance of the Republic's effort to erase any sign of those old times and in keeping the slimy slugs out. I watched as Cipher pulled out a holo-projector and placed it on the table between us. The bar was empty as it normally was when we had our talks so anything he showed to me wasn't going to get out. Then it sparked to life and I could see the House crests of some very old friends.

"House Alizua, Iligesh, and Domiot. Acina, Vowrawn, and Malgus' adoptive House respectively. That makes sense of why the first two are still around, being former royal houses but Domiot… impressive considering." I began tapping my fingers across the table as I thought about this. While I recognized the names and knew the old history of these Houses, I had no idea what they were like now. It had been thousands of years and they had changed from noble houses to criminal mafias. I had at least some familiarity with them unlike the landscape of the noble class now. The holo image then changed over to a pie chart which had base percentage split of roughly seventy five to twenty five with the seventy five further split between three portions with fifty percent of the entire circle to itself and two others evenly with the rest.

"Currently the political climate is stable but all sides are trying to change that. The truly exceptional smell blood in the water and can tell something is about to happen." He said before the small twenty five blue section of the pie chart glowed and split off from the rest of the chart. The two now separated and were under their own titles. The red majority piece was now labeled Imperial Resurgents while the smaller blue one was labeled Republic Patriots. "These are the two sides of this struggle, the Resurgents hold the majority of opinion. However, they are divided with the vast quantity of them having no urgency to act on their beliefs and merely give lip service to the idea but would whole heartedly go along with a uprising should it happen. As for the Patriots, they are well funded and are often give positions of real power by the Republic but are despised by the majority of Kaasen society as blood traitors."

"You put a lot of time into this didn't you." I joked as I stared up at the presentation. It just needed some cool PowerPoint transitions and it would be perfect. But I was also paying attention. The situation was as I expected it to be. With a minority that was hand selected by the Republic to be lap dogs and whom would be the first lynched by the masses the second they lost power. But then there was that very same masses, who in all honesty wasn't doing so bad so they had no agency to rebel. The sector and planetary economy was strong and while their personal freedoms were being stomped on and the Republic actively oppressed them more than any other… Imperials were used that sort of thing. Loyalty to the state and slow change was inbred into the people of Dromund Kaas its daughter planets. There was a extreme sense of civil duty and adherence to order. They would rather it not be a foreign power's order but they wouldn't riot in the streets… that was damn right barbaric. "So how do you propose we take it all over, that's what you really brought me here for right? You have a plan?"

"It will have to be done quietly as to not alert the Republic, as such I believe the best course of action is to usurp control over Kaasen society in one grand gesture." He stated and I was unsure of this. That put a lot of pressure on that single act, and sure this could work given how Imperial culture tended to lean toward. Prove yourself to be the best leader, the strongest, the smartest, and the most capable and you general only have to prove it for the people of Dromund Kaas to get behind you. "Within the Resurgents, the two other factions are the Isolationists and the Imperialists. Those that wish to gain independence for the core Imperial worlds and never expand their borders, and those that want to return to the old ways of galactic conquest."

"And you can guess which I want to be apart of." I chuckled knowing that this wasn't going to be as easy as getting all the heads of houses that supported such a ideal and telling them to bow before me. House Rhyhall was a old name, that would get my foot in the door but not much else. The fame of Ulysses would also only work on those that put two and two together and understand that I'm him. That would prove to the important people that I'm a capable fighter and someone that gets the job done. But I still needed a lot more before I could claim the throne.

"The Imperialists are the most fortified and tight ranked of any of the factions. They hold strict standards into who can enter their circles. They count some of the most respected and oldest houses in their number. Their power mostly is cultural and their funding mostly comes from their eminent leader, House Alizua." Seems the Empress's House doesn't want to let go of old ambitions. From what I can gather, the Imperialists hold a good deal of intangible power but they know they have to use it sparingly or else tip off the Republic. "I have a plan to supplant House Alizua and gain the support of the other two crime Houses, this along with your progress in the other preparations of the Empire should net you the support of the Imperialists."

"Then I have a minor faction in the grand scheme of things." While having this support will be a good start it isn't everything I need. Dromund Kaas as it stands now is key for my Empire. It is located in a area of space that can be used for my plans perfectly, the Northern Outer Rim has within it a great many worlds that will be invaluable to me. Industrial centers that will be able to support my war machine thus allowing the tools I will be using prior to the initial conquest to be allocated to more… unusual production. Trade hubs that will poor credits and resources into the Empire pockets allowing us to fund and bribe key operations and assets. Several Death Worlds that I will use to train my elite Astartes. Then of course there's the fact Terra would be placed on the opposite end of the Empire to the front lines. In the end, Dromund Kaas is the only world I will consider for my capital.

"That is where my original plan comes into play. The Isolationists will fall in line should the majority of the Resurgents do as well, and they will join if you convince the Patriots to kneel." Cipher had this little smirk on his face like he was already playing out the scene in his head. He had thought through all the angels, possibilities, and prepared counter measures for any unexpected wrinkles for the plan. "But that is far off form today. The goal now is to establish House Rhyhall on the very fringes of the political landscape. Where official and to the vast majority of the nobility it will stay. All while those that truly know the game understand its growing powerbase and network."

"You have something in mind, don't you?" I could tell that he had come to this meeting with a objective and a bit of urgency.

"There is a ball being thrown by one of the proxies of House Alizua. They will not be in attendance but their eyes and ears will be. It will mostly made up of Resurgents with only three on the guest list having Republic leaning voices and only one confirmed Patriot." Cipher explained as he took the holo-projector and handed me another data-drive. This one I immediately inserted into my wristpad and began going over its information. It was a guest list alogn with files on each and every one of them. It also came with a set of social cues, norms, and obligations. Essentially it was a guide of how high society in the modern Dromund Kaas functioned. I skimmed it for now but from what I gathered it did slightly resembled the old was to a degree so I wasn't totally green in this time.

"Tomorrow night, should be enough to time to study up on those that will be bumping shoulders with." I said as I turned off my wristpad. This was going to be fun it had been some times since I've been to a proper ball.

"I will have the appropriate attire sent to the Chilling Sound, I also recommend you bring the Twins as your… arm candy. The ball is allowing each guest a plus one but I'm sure you can manage with two." He explained but that made me frown. I turned my wristpad back on and checked over the list. It was only of the official guests and not their plus ones. Cipher seemed to understand and he gave a annoyed but measured sigh at this. "The guests are vetted and only those that are expected to bring acceptable company are given invitations. Either through backroom deals or unspoken agreements is anyone beyond that criteria allowed in."

"Any chance of a Jedi showing up?" That was my main concern, I was still recovering from the Maidan's attempt to snatch me up and so wasn't able to lock down my power or else I would stunt my overall recovery. Right now to anyone in the Force they would sense me as a very powerful but unrefined Force User. Likely they would see me as someone born with high potential but never trained.

"Unlikely, I would have heard of any Jedi attending. While I don't know who is coming, I can count on who isn't based on how the hosts are acting. They are trying to impress and glorify the old days. This is why it would be a opportunity for you, they are trying to recruit new allies for their side." I relaxed a bit but I was still mulling it over. I didn't like the uncertainty, given how I met Dalla Suul and Qui-Gon Jinn seemingly out of now where, with the Force helping a bit but that didn't count as I was ninety percent sure it was the Crone messing about, it wasn't impossible I met someone else by chance.

"I want you, your team, and your best agents on stand-by in case things go to shit. Stage it to look like a Republic sting operation or something." I said before I stood up from the booth with Cipher nodding and doing his barely there but still very pleased smile. It seemed like I was going to have to remind him that his weakness was right here while mine was sectors away and untouchable to him. "Oh, and tell Rania that I say hi." And just like that before I turn to leave I sense a clutch of unease and worry spike before it is ruthlessly shut down. Again, I dislike holding that over him but if he needs to be leashed then I have no issue doing so.


The Dark Lord of the Sith was not pleased at all. As he watched the intricate dance of the Kaasen nobility on and off the ballroom floor he felt out of place and quite irritated. This was more his apprentice's area of expertise, he was more at home in a lab, office, or board meeting. The flowery words and social cues of nobility grated on his mind, he much rather preferred the straight forward business of the banking and corporate world.

"Has your torment lasted long enough Magistrate?" The Muun glanced to his side to see the one that had brought him to this farce return with two drinks in hand. Calthina Droa was a powerful member of the sect of Kaasen society that wished to separate themselves from the Republic. In his future plans he had her leading the push to join the Separatists. So for now she had use and he couldn't get rid of her or deny all of her requests.

"If you knew that I would be this… dissatisfied… then why did you insist I come." Darth Plagueis asked as he took the drink he had no intention of ingesting. He only ever ate when it was required to maintain his guise among his own kind, and even then he would remove the contents of his digestive tract later. The Dark Side had twisted his mind as it did with all things, part of exchange for power was now a deep disgust of normal bodily needs. Nutrient shots was how he lived now and he was quite satisfied with it.

"Because I needed the others to see how dissatisfied you are." She said coyly before taking a sip from her drink. "Rumblings have been heard, some of my peers have been whispering about approaching the Banking Clan about funding a coup in several sectors of New Kaas City. Seeing you here, a famous Magistrate of the Intergalactic Banking Clan so obviously irate at the very idea of our ways is doing a wonderful job at dissuading those foolish few of approaching you or your coworkers."

"Shrewd and effective." He would have been offended at being used as a tool like this if it wasn't so. But he had a plan here, his own reasons for being here. Both in what he brought with him and what he found waiting here. "I expect first pickings over any artifacts your expedition may find. I also have in mind who I want to lead this job." Darth Plagueis stated quickly as he much rather be discussing business now.

"Oh, you do?" She said not even arguing that first point. The Sith knew that she likely had already consigned that privilege going into this night. But that second demand was to her very unexpected and would be for him if he hadn't come here this night.

Without another word he proceeded to ignore Calthina in favor of gazing over the humans. His species' natural tall height made for some very good uses in times like this. The Sith Lord stared forward toward a handsome Kaasen male with two human females at his sides. The women he utterly ignored but the man. He knew who it was. Though no one at the ball did, he was a mysterious new comer that seemed to be completely outclassing the entire room at the noble politicking going. Despite having no name recognition or allies, he had people eating out of the palm of his hand. Listening to his every word and swooning over them.

"The Treasure Hunter Ulysses." Darth Plagueis said as his eyes moved back over to the dance floor where several new dancers were taking their places for the next round of skill and grace.

"Mmm… that is a name that has been making the rounds lately. Are you so sure about that, he's rather unknown." Calthina said having followed his gaze to the unknown man that had the ball captive with his appearance. She was no fool, she was a real player in the game of Dromund Kaas' politics. She like Plagueis knew who this new comer was, they probably were the only ones given who was at this party. Though, it was another story for those they worked for.

"It must be him." Darth Plagueis said not even really speaking to his companion for the night. This was the first time he had the chance to feel Ulysses in the Force. Obviously he was hiding much of his true power. But what he did feel felt… raw and powerful. Not since meeting his current apprentice those years ago did he feel such potential. Had this been Ulysses' game? To sow the seeds of doubt in his mind, and now present himself as this undeniable. The Sith Lord had to admit… it was tempting. Sidious was indeed an ambitious and talented apprentice but not replaceable. A test was needed.

"He has seemed to scare off Talday. Oh how has the House of Strkive fallen, it was once a proud family but now it is the greatest of the Republic bootlickers." Calthina snorted as she and Darth Plagueis watched a husky man of gaudy wealth hurriedly back off the crowd surrounding the mystery guest. He maintained a look of annoyance but the Muun could sense a deep fear had been struck into him. Impressive. Yes, Darth Plagueis had made up his mind. And so he for a moment let his cover slip, his presence in the Force cracked through the shield he used to shadow himself from the Jedi. It would be so brief that only those in the immediate area would sense it but it would be no less potent.

And… he was not disappointed. Instantly he watched as Ulysses' body stiffened for only a split second. Then his body shifted into a more defensive stance, only those with a trained a eye could spot it but his posture was completely different. Darth Plagueis could tell, this was a true warrior. One that could easily swim in the seas of politics as easily as killing hundreds at a time. Perhaps one that had known about him before he knew about them, a great feat in of itself.

Darth Plagueis watched as things changed. Now the man was no longer holding people in his glory but slowly disengaging with them. one by one he left the crowd that surrounded him until he vanished away. And in that time spent doing so, Pelagius was able to vanish before he did. He excused himself from Calthina and promised they would meet later to discus the terms of their deal. And then the Sith Lord watched from unseen shadows in people's minds. Until finally Ulysses and his two followers were walking down the empty hallway to the skydock where a waiting limo was. The hall was bare minimal yet elegant causeway, on one side a series of columns that overlooked a lowered garden, and beyond that a beautiful skyline of the city.

"It has taken us too long to finally meet." Darth Plagueis said as stood at the back end of the hall, his Mask falling and his power glimpsing through. They would not have much time before a Jedi on the world would sense this and arrive. But they would be long gone by then. Ulysses stopped, then spoke a few words to his companions and they went on ahead. Then he turned, and the look on his face was not a man seeking a master, nor was it a scared fledgling now caught by his better. "It seems I misunderstood. I had approached you hoping you would be a worthy apprentice… but it seems I have found a unexpected peer. Might I have your true name so we may speak as equals."

"It is only fair. I know of you Darth Plagueis." He said and that in of itself truly elevated this man. There was only a few number in the galaxy that knew his true name. His Tools, His apprentice, and the select few other Dark Side users that he counted as equals. Darth Plagueis then watched as the man's body relaxed and changed. His skin grew ivory pale, cracks of black along his veins broke up the pearly white. His hair grew back and twisted until they were sharp quills. His eyes turned a bright and deep violet, a odd color. They now stood as equals, in their true glory. "I am Darth Nagash, the Inheritor of Revan's Will."

"That is an old mantle, and one that I would call naïve to take if not for recent events." The Sith Lord of the Rule of Two sensed the Force and found that Darth Nagash had not changed. He doubted that this was the extent of his power. No… he was holding back for a different reason. As Darth Plagueis doubted that a man that could call forth such a sudden change in the Force as to temporarily Balance it could be so unrefined as this.

"The pendulum of the force must come to a end. Before only is left is Chaos." With that he held up a hand and for a second Darth Plagueis wondered if a attack would be coming. I sensed in the Force and could not feel a build up there, then he noticed dozens of small laser dots on his body. "I afraid that you have caught me unarmed today, but not defenseless. This was a unexpected meeting, not one that I had wished for quite some time. But hopefully it will allow us a better way forward."

"Is that so?" He was not amused, but that had been a theme of this night. Did he really think that mere snipers would be enough to stop him should the Sith Lord wish harm on him. But there was a tug in the Force, a warning. This was no normal threat. So he would listen… for now.

"I have already warned you the danger of your apprentice. He does not share your vision, though neither of you walk the path of the Force. I will bring about Revan's dream. The Jedi will fall and your bastard Order will cast down by the Rule of Three." He said and Darth Plagueis was having enough of this. He had thought that this Darth Nagash could be a equal but it seemed that he was just a child with too great power enamored with a failed Sith's weak philosophy.

"So, this is a declaration of war. From what I have seen, your Rule of Three shall be barely a footnote in the galactic history of the Sith." Darth Plagueis tightened his grip on his cane and was preparing to assault this upstart. Perhaps he would beat some manners into him and rebuild him into a new Tool. But then, out of nowhere he screamed as he felt two blades sink into his legs. He looked behind and saw two women that… simply didn't exist in the Force. He saw them and yet the Force was telling him there was nothing there. They walked past him, one dismissive of his presence and the other had a mocking grin on her face.

"I have the utmost respect for your work Darth Plagueis. And I do hope that you will realize the error of your ways, but this… is a warning." And with that Darth Nagash turned and the two women that had stabbed him vanished into air within wisps of gray and black smoke. The Dark Lord of the Rule of Two growled as he commanded his body to begin healing itself. But the damage was too great to be fixed fast enough. By the time he was capable of standing again, Darth Nagash was gone.

The Dark Side whispered and slithered back into his mind. And in that moment Plagueis' rage was so great, he banished the Dark Side from him as this was exactly what would prove Nagash correct. Falling to the Dark Side, proving that his order were slaves to it. Justifying the Philosophy of Revan. No. He would think on this with a clear mind.


Author's Notes

So, it has happened. The two Lords of the Sith have met. Naraiz had not prepared for it, it would have turned out much differently if he was at his full strength. it probably wouldn't have ended in a fight as neither of them are that stupid. But Naraiz needed to get away before Plagueis figured out that Naraiz was just that weak at the moment.

Next chapter will start the Kamino arc and a plot back on Terra to kill little Pandora...ooOooo scary.

Reviews

Slymonster - I'd disagree, but if you don't enjoy my pacing then fine.

Starlord Master - no... not really. This story is pretty much me taking a power trip fanfic way too seriously

Black Magic99 - Pandora was a girl in Greek Myth that opened a box that let evil out in the world or something. Pandora is nine years older than Dany, it is currently 275 AC in the ASOIAF timeline and dany is born in 284 AC. You'll find out in the next arc

Kalvernus - Naraiz is very aware of the canon reasons why the Clones kinda would have failed if not for palpy. The thing is that his strategy isn't the same as the canon Republic's. Naraiz is going to unveil his Empire mid-way through the war between the Republic and the Confederacy, then he's mostly going to play a defensive war that focus on gather the territory that will best allow him to hold and dig in. Then he will attack and siege where he feels would be best. H will maximize space based defense while allowing his better than average quality troops to attack in a far more precise manner. The main reason why he doesn't want to use natural born people is because their just worse than battle born Clones, also its a great moral tool for the civs knowing their kids don't have to go off and fight. He will be using some droids. At the end of the day Naraiz is in a different position than the Republic was where they had to defend a lot of territory with only a finite amount of troops. Where as Naraiz will have much less territory in the beginning and will ramp up production of Clones as he gains more.

Rapidnoob - yes but we'll see how successful he is at it

Reads too Much - Thank you on the name stuff, Honestly I had some of that in my head but mostly I just like the name. I mean yeah... the wookies… do I have too? I'm not a huge fan of them plus I really like the Trandosains more. I already have a plan for the Warrior... heh... it's stupid but fun.

Guest - fuck off

Shadowhorror - that will be answered soon