Iason Mentor's Story

Byron looked over to Iason who was busily at work just to then glance at Deiyi knowing the look that she was giving him. It was not that the archivist did not want to talk to the Jedi but did she have to be so intimidating? "The mess?" Byron took a breath only to find that a six pack of Terran beer only to remove two them and hand her one. "The mess you are wanting to know about is not something that is worth mentioning. We tried to kill each other on multiple occasions and ruined several ships when we were hunting several targets who had taken something from out master."

Byron opened his beer only to drink it a bit and went back to watching his counterpart removing parts of the outer hull and placing a strange looking droid inside while more and more droids throughout the hanger began to move and work in unison.

"Is that not something the Sith normally do on a daily basis ?" Deiyi asked as she accepted the drink, a Terran wine would have been better, but this would do. She thought. She cracked it open and took a sip. Yeah, that was perfect, for the moment. "So most of the ships in this hangar are damaged in some form or another ?" She mused thoughtfully. It made a little bit of sense. Then again it made zero sense. But then it was not to make sense with the Force having her smack dab in the dead center of a Sith Controlled location.

Finally finding a seat she asked "What was taken ? Has it been found ?" Sometimes having another set of eyes found something overlooked.

Byron watched and smirked a bit as Deiyi took a seat and excepted Iason's beer without any problem whatsoever. "Yes, well normally that would be true, however Master Mor is not to pleased when we are so close to retrieving his things he left behind only to have them snatched out from underneath us." Byron glanced over at some of the other ships just to point out a rather odd looking Jedi Star Fighter with a paint scheme of silver and black only to chuckle. "Not all of the ships are broken I assure you. That one there belongs to Iason. I suppose it should be noted that the man working on our ship is also a force adept and has the same training as me almost for certain areas of lightsaber combat and the force itself."

With a slightly chuckle and a few drinks later Byron began to give his companion a rather level gaze only to produce a small glass disk from his robes that looked rather strange in the light. "This little holodisk here was specially created to house the information of the Black Wing Virus our master was experimenting with before the organization he had joined stole it right from under us. We plan on taking it back and destroying what data remains here on Terra before we go to a rather cold place." Byron simply waved it off and slid the disk towards Deiyi not caring what she did with it. "I assure you it will just be me and you as I do not need Iason shooting at all of my problems again like he did last time."

Above the forest Two drop ships coming from two seperate locations one from high above the planet dropping in just beyond the Terran blockade and the other from the east of the forest. The two ships lowered into the hanger. Rolak had been given this location and he had hoped the information to prove valuable though he hated the thought for doing what he was about to do. The ships landed and two ramps decended. "Remain here!" Rolak shouted to a small assembly of Sith troopers in the ship. He redonned his mask and walked slowly down the ramp.

As Rolak walked down the ramp of his drop ship a smaller figure exited the other. She was clearly much younger and had pale skin of a Dathomirian. She fell in step just behind Rolak as the two of them Approached the group. Rolak nodded to Byron and then spoke. " Good evening, I know it's been a long time and you probably do not remember me but you spoke to me in a bar once and offered for me to join your master in his "dream" after careful consideration I have decided to take you up on this request." Rolak said though inside he felt like vomiting.

The hanger was not something that was not out of the way though Iason simply looked at the oncoming group unimpressed Byron on the other hand just turned his gaze away from his company too the new found annoyance that had found the hidden hanger and past the buildings cloaking device. This however did not stop the Sith Archivist from standing up and offering his hand. "I am sure Master Mor will be pleased to make your acquaintance." Byron frowned a bit and then took his seat just to wave them on. "I am sure we will be able to get into contact with you when we are able to get into contact with our master."

"Thankyou both, I'm sure you do no remember me I am Darth Rolak and this is Thai Vong." Rolak said as he shook the mans hand. "I will be most please upon meeting with your master." He added as he looked around carefully. He noticed a jedi in the hangar but decided it would be best in this case to leave any past feuds beside.


Thai looked around quietly as she stood just behind and to the left of Rolak. She was very interested in the jedi. Thai had only seen sith in her lifetime as one master Vontra took her on from the academy they left the galaxy to come here as they trained on their Cruiser.

The company that had arrived was long gone and Iason still continued to work on the ship while Byron took his seat and finished off yet another can of beer while he waited. "You know Byron things would be a lot easier if you would just fly this damn thing more often. It is a shitty ass model and the company that makes these old wrecks is no longer in business." Iason spoke up a bit only to poke his head out from behind one of the engines with a Hydro spanner in hand. The blind sith only smirked a bit as Byron began to shake his head only to get back to work. "Besides you know Master Mor has been waiting for this day for years now. To think that every single Sith and Jedi has lined themselves up perfectly in his sights is beyond me."

Byron looked over to Deiyi just to frown a bit as he heard Iason just to then use the force to toss a empty beer can at the man only to simply shake his head. "Master Mor would be very displeased to hear you constantly talking Iason. As I recall your training he put you through involved plenty of quiet time here on Terra while we waited." Byron then looked over to Deiyi and pointed out the strangely painted Jedi Starfighter that sat in the far end of the hanger.

"You know that craft right there has been a special project of Iason's for over two years now? He swears he can get it up and running to full capacity but every time I stop by it still remains in the same shape as it has always been." A slight smirk came across the sith archivists face as Iason shot up from behind the engine rubbing the back of his head a bit only to frown at the two.

"Byron I suggest you shut your mouth over there. She is doing just fine and I know she can outrun this old hunk of junk any day of the week! " Iason raised his voice feeling very defensive about his favorite ship only to then return back to his work while a small droid came out of the ship beeping up a storm. It seemed that most of the internal systems were just fine and from the looks of it only a few repairs were needed for the ship to be space worthy again.

The droids seemed to be in shambles now as they could not comprehend what was going on. Even the taskmaster himself scratched his chin inquisitively as he looked down at the predicament that was unfolding before him. What droids remained began to group up with sabers held in defensive positions while the two force adepts seemed to hold their ground now.

"You know if they keep at it they will eventually tire themselves out from pure exhaustion." A man spoke while placing a free hand upon the Taskmasters shoulders. Emperor Mor grimaced as he looked upon Iason who began to eye up the two girls. "Must you be present for every little training excessive I run for my new weapons?" Mor quested towards the blind gunman who quickly turned and shrugged a little just to then lean over the railing to watch the two play bellow. "Master Mor. If I was not to watch your newest weapons at work how would I be able to tell if it is them who try to assassinate me? Besides these two have a bit of fire in them, I like that, and who knows what else they can offer to the table." The blind gunman jested a little only to continue watching the two girls bellow.

Emperor Mor simply walked over to the edge and raised his left hand out and above the arena only to send a wave of lightning that escaped his fingertips and struck each of the droids until they fell apart and their systems fried. "Children. You disappoint me in some respects but not in the stances you take and the bladework you honed from your previous masters. Regardless of how you came to me I will bring the proper balance to your very being and allow you to be free to act as you see fit." Darth Mor spoke only to look at his fingers and smirk a little as he flexed them sending sparks along each of his phalanges. "However I cannot say that the two of you are free to leave my services. Sadly the number of droids you both of have participated in destroying cost more than the very materials that brought you into this existence let alone the gear you currently can claim as your own. Consider my training part of your repayment to me."

The Taskmaster looked at his emperor with a rather perplexed look only to then yelp in surprise as the blind gunman tossed his old ass down from his seat and to the force adepts bellow. "Consider this my gift to you both. Choi and Iyiimu. I am sure that in death this man will provide your freedom and your lives." Mor chuckled slightly while the blind gunman simply drew a blaster pistol from a holster and shot the computers to his right causing the doors on the lower levels to be open and a path highlighted so that they could reach the hangers where Mor would eventually be waiting. "One more thing. You both may join me and learn from me. It would be a real shame if something would to happen to the other while I wait for the two of you."

When the ol man hit the arena floor he got to his feet rather quickly. A scared look in his eyes. A Jedi and a Sith Apparentice staring him down was one thing, another thing was he had very little skills when it came to fight a Force adept. However, Choi knew the words this man had said 'May you rest in peace, girl' She disengaged her stolen lightsabers, putting them to a belt of some form.

The old man looked old and frail, but he was far from it. He had skills. Choi however also had skill, and the Force. But in this case, she'd use only her fists, and her feet. And nothing more. This man was going to die. In a fist fight. She darted forwards at the man, ready with a right cross to the gut only to have the guy block and parry back with his own left jab.

For five minutes the pair danced around the arena floor, occasionally picking up broken droid and using the parts as weapons against each other. Finally Choi grabbed at the man's weapon hand, locking it in her left leg with her right hand, while she kicked five times into his face with said leg. Finally he let go of the weapon and she kicked hard at his stomach, sending the man to the ground.

She stood over him, her eyes already going deep yellow in color out of anger towards the man. She said softly to him. "you said to me, rest in peace, I say, rest in agony." With that she hammered hard into his chest, breaking his ribcage and driving his ribs into his heart.

He'd be dead in ten minutes or less.

She turned away from the crumpled heap of a man and turned towards the Jedi, "This isn't over." She hissed before turning and stalking out the door onto the hilighted corridor to follow. It was going to be a long training journey, that much was sure. She was already looking forwards to being finally freed of her troubles.

A gasp escaped the Emperors mouth as he silently uttered his curses but it was not in anger but pure joy as everything he had foreseen would come to fruition one way or another. His tool of destruction already seemed to be on the move as he looked through the eyes of many and with that came the seeds of power he would sow into the cosmic fabric of the universe. The Force would not know what would shake it free from the grip of all things until it was far to late.



Mor simply pulled himself back for a moment and out from the minds of those who he delved into but kept his presence known to the Weapon of the Dark Side. The Emperor allowed his will to focus even more on Venator but no mental words would be shared with the man or feelings. Mor simply wished for the fallen dark lord to know that he was ever watchful.

Once that connection was severed by Mor the Emperor turned back to meditation as so that he could continue to spread in influence throughout the multiverse. His mental commands reached past eons to every mind he claimed as his own and the command was simple.



The Crimson Legion began to move once again as droids and soldiers alike got began to long exalted march to please their Emperors will. The Frost Rifter and several other ships began to jump from one sector of space to another as to provide their borders with a bit of defense while others specifically went out now to hunt down the fallen lord. The Blind Gunslinger hopped into his ship and took off from Terra to go after his target while another escorting a Jedi found his will almost compromised from his original goal. Regardless all would bend to the Emperors Will.