Note: hey a lot of people missed reading chapter 3. i posted two chapters last time and a lot of people skipped it. so if you didnt read the chapter about Meetra and Atton you should go do that then. thank you all for reading and hop[e you enjoy.

Chapter 5

Vosif sat in the seat of the freighter. He stared out the viewport next to him even thought he could not actually see what was outside. All he saw was the weaving of the force and how it all connected even across vast distances and he did not need a viewport to see all of that. But he liked to give the illusion that he could actually see just so others would always be wondering what the truth about him actually was. He didn't care much what people thought as long as they didn't know the real truth about his sight.

The mission had been a success, and the Emperor had informed him that he had assigned one of his more powerful council members to deal with wiping out the rest of the insurgents. Darth Nyriss.

Vosif knew her reputation even though he had never met her himself. She was a powerful Sith Sorceress with an awesome command of the force. They said that while she was still relatively young her body looked to be decade's older due to the effects that Sith Magic had on the body. Not that it really mattered. The body to a Sith was only a physical shell. As long as one was powerful in the force the age of the body meant nothing.

Based on how Nyriss handled things in the past Vosif had no doubt that she would do what needed to be done and would have this all fixed in no time. The thing that bothered Vosif was the fact that it had come to the point that a council member was needed at all.

A group of dissidence should have been no problem to deal with, but somehow the main body had managed to avoid the solders hunting for them. As they continued to evade destruction support started to grow for them and so did their numbers.

At first they only attacked small patrols, hitting fast and getting out. But the larger they became the more bold they acted. They had started to attack outpost and bases all along the rim worlds. Then they had become so bold as to strike at one of the government buildings killing several officials and even a few Sith Lords.

That was when Vosif had been sent in. He was to make an example out of anyone that gave aid to the insurgents, while the Emperor decided how best to handle the situation.

The worst part was how well organized they had become in the past couple of years. Before they seemed to be sporadic and in a state of disorder. For some reason now they had become very well organized and they never struck anything without reason. It was almost as if someone was giving them aid. Another Sith perhaps. Maybe even one of the Dark Council. Trying in some vain attempt to cease more power for themselves.

Vosif drummed his fingers on his armrest as he stroked one of his red face mandibles. The thought was not a pleasant one. Not that he thought for a moment that they would succeed in whatever it was that they were attempting to do.

The Emperor had rained for the better part of a thousand years. There was no way that he would let a bunch of armed villagers over throw him. Even if they were lead by a Sith Lord. The imperial fleet alone was so vast and large there was no way for them to do any real harm. Even if they did somehow manage to take a planet or large city the fleet could just destroy it from orbit. No matter how many people supported them there was no way they could take on such a large fleet.

Another thought crept into Vosif's mind. What if this Sith was after something else? What if helping these traitors was only a mask for something else going on. A distraction for something far grater? But what could that be? What could someone possibly gain from all of this?

Vosif sighed. Not that it mattered too much. In a short time Nyriss would take care of it and everything would go back to normal. Unless it was Nyriss that was behind all of this.

Vosif shook the thoughts away. The Emperor would not have assigned her the task if he had any doubt in his mind about the woman. He picked her because he was sure that she would get the job done and that she would do it better than anyone else. Vosif had to respect the will of the Emperor and not question his decisions.

The ship lurched as it exited hyperspace. Vosif was overwhelmed as currents of force flooded over him. He never felt more in tune with the Force then when he was on Dromund Kaas. There was something about the planet that just filled him with strength.

Orbiting just above the planet, Vosif knew, was a large orbital construction yard. It was where most of the fleet was built and then stationed constantly guarding the Empire's home world. Though as large and massive as the fleet was it paled in comparison to what was being built in the shipyard right now.

It was by far the largest ship ever constructed. The Lesvera an ancient Sith word for Overwhelming Power. It had taken nearly a decade to build but it was now only months away from its completion. There was to be a large ceremony on its coronation and most of the Imperial fleet was scheduled to be there in honor of the moment.

There had even been talk with this new flagships completion that they would finally launch their invasion of the Republic and take revenge for the defeat they had been dealt at the end of the Hyperspace Wars. Not that Vosif cared one way or another. It was not his job to know what was best for the future of the Empire only to make sure that none would do anything to stop the Emperor form completing his will.

The Ship began its decent into the atmosphere of the planet. Soon Vosif would be home.