Sorry about how long this chapter has been taking, but I've got a lot of things on my plate right now. I hope you enjoy it!

-Darth Dragothis

Dragothis watched as the Hunter systematically killed the sixteen troopers in her way, before moving on towards her assigned objective. The female chiss was obviously an expert, even without the help of her mandolorian servant. Though she was young, close to Dragothis' own age in fact, she had the look and skill that was beyond many older than her, also much like Dragothis. Still, he saw no reason to hire the hunter for a task that a regular sith assassin could handle, or even a brute like the Darth next to him.

"Do you see why I employ her now, my lord?" Darth Tormen asked, impatient for his superior to finish his analysis of the Great Hunt Champion.

"I understand why." Dragothis said, evenly. "I do not understand why you have taken up so much of my valuable time with a single bounty hunter."

"She is the one who assassinated the most recent Chancellor of the Republic." Tormen replied, trying to remain calm. "Our assassins have never been able to do that."

"True." Dragothis replied. "Though the question still stands. Why are you here?"

"I thought you would want to see the Hunter for yourself." Tormen replied, haughtily.

"And what?" Dragothis asked, beginning to lose his patience, and standing up from his desk, "Commend her? Commend you? What did you hope to accomplish?!"

"F-forgive me, my lord." Tormen stuttered, "I am very sorry."

"Get. Out." Dragothis said, slowly, pointing to the door of his private chambers.

"Yes, my lord." Tormen said, relieved to remain with his life.

Fool, Dragothis thought as he sat back down, though the hunter may prove useful someday.

A beep on his console alerted him, and with the push of a button a holoimage of Darth Thanaton appeared on his desk.

"Dragothis." Thanaton said, "I hope I'm not interrupting."

"I'm in no mood for a game, Thanaton." Dragothis replied, glaring at his so called "peer", "What do you want?"

"I'm calling an emergency meeting on Korriban." Thanaton answered, before continuing, "In regards to Zash's apprentice."

"Very well." Dragotis replied. "I will be there shortly."

The holoimage disappeared, and Dragothis leaned back in his chair.

Why, Dragothis wondered to himself, Is everyone a pompous fool these days?

Dragothis had been sitting on his throne for the past hour, at least, listening to Thanaton drone on and on about how Zash's apprentice was "destroying the sith order" and "it's honorable traditions". The fact that no one had shut him up yet was even more boring. Then there would've been something interesting going on.

"My lords, his master was corrupt. He is corrupt." Thanaton said passionately, though it was all secondary to Dragothis, as his attention was turned to the male sith coming through the doors, even as Thanaton droned on.

"You know what the situation requires. Order must be preserved. Punishment meted out. If we are to conquer our enemies, Zash's former apprentice must die."

"I'm flattered you talk about me to all your friends Darth Thanaton." The newcomer said in a way that showed he had the power to do this.

"Our talk concerns the future of the Sith Empire." Thanaton replied, hate in his spirit. "A future without you."

"Then why haven't you killed him yet?" Darth Ravage asked, incredulous. Usually Dragothis and Ravage disagreed, but this was universal. Some mumbles of agreement swept through the chamber, though no one else spoke.

"You know as well as I do these things require the proper rites." Thanaton explained.

This sentence almost made Dragothis yell in anger or burst out laughing. The rites were of no consequence. Murder was murder. It was as simple as that.

"The Kaggath is a playground game," Ravage replied, "Murder has no rules!"

"The Kaggath is an honored tradition of the sith," Thanaton argued, walking towards Ravage, "Tulak Hord competed, Marka Ragnos, Ludo Kressh."

"The question stands," Mar interrupted, "Why has this apprentice, this child, prove impossible for you to kill?"

"He's had ample opportunity to kill me." Zash's former apprentice said, "He lacks the strength to finish the job."

Dragothis agreed. Thanaton was weak. His ways were old, outdated and in need of being replaced. Much like Thanaton himself. And it seemed the most likely successor had just walked in through the front door.

"I am a member of the Dark Council. I am your superior." Thanaton stated.

"I swear if you don't silence Thanaton," Ravage said in a loud enough whisper for everyone to hear, "I will."

"I will not be betrayed." Thanaton said, his voice growing quiet, his hand unclipping the lightsaber from his belt, "I will not die. And when I have killed this slave, you will all answer for it."

Their battle began as Thanaton leapt at Zash's former apprentice, and their fury was unmatched that day…

I hoped you like it. I should have another chapter up and ready in a few days since I don't have anything going on this week.

-Once again, Darth Dragothis