Ashan Starek's Story

Choi did not smile, though she wanted to. She felt something akin to pride well up inside her, yet she quelled it before it could grow. Without a word she merely touched the Bladesguard droid she stood next to, the one she personally required. the touch was a simple one, meaning in one word; stand. When it had done so she viewed the construct carefully. Yes it was unlike anything she had ever seen before, yet it was everything she sought. For the moment.

She did not hear anything of what was said between her Master and her fellow Apprentice. She was too focused on the Bladesguard to hear anything that was said. However, when Mor came up next to her and the rest of the soldiers dropped to one knee she turned her gaze slightly to her right as Mor came to her side. She said nothing, nor was she expecting anything from him in return. The Bladesguard droids she prefered over human beings, or at least living creatures.

She also had yet to built her weapon as well. And she had one in mind. She averted her gaze and said one word quietly so only her Bladesguard droid and Mor could hear her clearly "Master...." Meaning that she requested to be dismissed, there was certain things she had need to attend to. Such as, build her lightsaber and test it properly. Even if he did not give permission to take her leave, she could make her weapon while on contract.

Mor simply looked down at his young weapon. He continued to smile and new full well the extent of her training and when it could and would kill her. The Emperor simply waved her on and made his way back up to the platform just to then chuckle a bit before he got out of ears reach.

"Choi we will be entering our space. If you wish to leave the ship awhile before returning you are free to do so." Darth Mor only turned his head halfway to glance at his weapon just to continue to smile as she knew she had every right to the tools before her. "Also I hope you are not squeamish about bringing pain to certain members of my order. Specifically one that is taking so long to get me what I seek." The Sith began to chuckle slightly just to continue walking. "It would be a real shame if a certain young archivist happened to loose an arm for disobeying my orders to be on time." It was with that the Sith Lord continued to walk away.

Parem'Zel A bright orb of light illuminates the darkness as Parem steps through his soul fueled portal to find himself shrouded by darkness in the void of space. Stars surrounding him, shining in all their glory. He quickly surrounds himself in a sphere of pure soul energy. Hovering silently in the blackness his heart is full of sorrow. How in all the cosmos is he going to find the ones responsible for his families death. The Mortal God had been hopping from realm to realm seeking answers with no luck. As frustration overcame him he called upon the energies of his own soul to get a sense of the region around him. Feeling the presence of a small rocky body nearby.

Parem'Zel In a flash he once again called upon the energy of his soul to create another glowing orb of light. Manipulating the sphere of energy surrounding him to bring him into the portal.

Lord Xulganak watched with mild interest as the galaxy spun, and he observed the quantum dance between a nucleus and its electron consorts with a studious curiosity. His eyes and ears were spread across the cosmos, silently monitoring the happenings of the galaxy and the civilizations within from the darkness between the stars and the hidden places of the worlds.

A moon-sized space station cannibalized a barren planet in the uncharted galactic wilderness. What little life found there was collected, studied, cataloged, and then sanitized before the world itself was ripped apart and stripped of any valuable resource. The matter would fuel a new generation of droids and ships, which would further extend the Archiver’s reach across the universe. They would harvest, learn, adapt, and build. Xulganak was satisfied.

He turned his gaze outwards, beyond the galaxy. What other matters required his attention?