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The Fury carved it's way through space. Stealth generators kept her hidden. The Dark Lord nodded and pointed to his pilot. The Ship spun and came close to Carrick Station, passing within a few meters of republic fighters and thranta corvettes. On top of the hull of the Sith Interceptor, a republic model astromech droid detached, and then, reattached itself to the underside of the station. it began transmitting data, and the seated sith turned to his pilot. The Revanite Sith nodded, and hit several keys. On the console nearby, as his master took command of the controls. He handed the Sith Pureblood a datapad and waited. The Fury did a slow circle around a series of Republic ships. The fleet's vanguard... several Thranta corvettes, they were looking for one ship in specific. One ship, recently damaged in fleet action over Saluecumi, and easy to identify as a result. the Ship had droids repairing her heavily damaged engines. Amun Raa nodded to his Revanite cohorts. they piloted the ship towards the bridge of the Thranta corvette. Amun Raa activated a datapad which sent a signal to a Republic officer on the bridge. He looked up, at an empty viewport. An extremely short range transmission had just been sent. The Revanite Officer, and infiltrator accessed his own datapad to gain the control signals sent for the droid on Carrick Station's underbelly and continued his work. The fury then launched into hyperspace, towards the looming shadow of Imperial Space. Another Revanite officer approached, she as a Bounty Hunter.

"Dark Lord, priority message. Datafiles says it comes from some old rival of yours." she said.

Amun Raa nodded. "Put it through."

the hologram flickered on.

"Greetings, Dark Lord. We have been watching you for Some time. You are heir to a legacy more feared than you could yet imagine... of course... if your claim is true, at least. We have an Interest in finding that out for ourselves."

"I have made my claim, i have demonostrated that I weild my father's power. The Old Lords of the Sith, and the High Houses, do not despute my claim." responded Amun Raa.

"As they shouldn't. They have asked for proof that the blood of the Lord of the Dead flows in your viens. You have opened catacombs intended only for his heirs, or the heirs of distant ancestors you both share. They are only concerned in this matter, you see. An heir does not breed strength, nessicarily. You're family's great house lies in ruin on Yavin IV, their minions and slaves, dispersed, or dead. The powerbases of dozens of Sith Lords, kneeling before a single patriarch, all but destroyed. As your father's heir, your task is clear. We are curious, the route you will take, and we have a propostion for you."

"What is it you seek exactly." demanded Amun Raa

"Your family's power, has survived, only, because you have known, when to kneel, and when to rule. Such was the case with Naga Sadow, and our Emperor. You are far to weak to be a great Sith Lord, or make significat bids for power. your own strength is considerable, but insufficiant. and even dead, and buried for years, Your father was survived by many enemies. Of which I was one. Now however, I am willing to permit bygones be bygones, and as i was robbed my chance to claim final victory in slaying him, I would take the more insulting final victory, of having you as my servent. The alternative is overwelming force. A kaggath, you cannot hope to win."

"You are correct in this. We have been weakened, and my reconstruction of our house, has only yet begun. Needless to say however, that your threats and dominance will not prevent the usual Sith scheming." Amun Raa said.

"Of course. Have i your answer?"

"You do, Lord Rasmus. I shall serve you. But do not forget, I already hold the title of Darth, know of our two family's ancient blood fued, and your desperation in hunting us down. Consider the fued over. I shall have my agents deliver to your estates the last of the Nine Catalysts of Lettow. An ancient collection, you shall anjoy having."

Amun Raa sensed the man's unease, at being so easily identified. But this immediatly gave way to a foul stench of arrogant smugness coming from the fool. He had claimed a final victory in their two House's bloodfued, but not for his own. The Nine Catalysts, had been a bargaining chip. A payment plan, intended to buy House Akasti time, in keeping their enemies off them. In reality, they were a convoluted scheme by House Akasti, which would take several decades to complete. Alone, each of the Catalysts was a focal point for darkside energy. Brought together, their true purpose manifested. To create a dark void, destroying an entire bloodline of rivals, syncronised, to its original holder. 'bleed for this relic, and only those of your blood, shall weild its power. such is the relic we hold in our house.' This was Complicated deception placed into effect generations ago. A plan to, one by one, place the peices of this bomb powered by sith sorcery, into the hands of House Akasti's hated enemies, and erradicate them forever. The plan had been the impliment of a brilliant, patient and cunning Lord of House Akasti, and the Catalysts the creation of a powerful, and insidious Sith Alchamist of their bloodline. The most terrifying irony, was that although the 9th catalyst had been forged, and completed, the Head of the House, had been destroyed by their creator, by a similer device for a powerplay. and so, the last Catalyst, went undelivered for centuries

"Good.... Good. It will finally be a releif to end this petty fued between us. I would hate for another powerful dynasty of purebloods to be erradicated. poor foolish Exal Kresh had so much wasted potential. We shall be holding a feast, to celebrate your fealty to us. I hope all your family will attend. I intend my vassals to welcome you home properly as well, and my allies to see the glory of my House.... as tradition states."

"Consider it done. My lord." Amun Raa said, concealing his emotions.

the hooded sith chuckled. "I can assure you, this is not the worst your House has suffered. and your reluctance and pride will fade. In time, You will call me, 'Master'."

the transmission ended. Amun Raa smiled. "Barely.... My family, barely restored to power, and I will cement our return by completing an ancestor's great scheme to destroy our House's rivals Not even Father managed this feat. no-one will challange me, and if they do, they will do so with hesitance, and fear."

At the delicious bloody irony, of his restoration, and who's plan it had been originally to destroy the arrogant rival and who's arrogance now welcomed that fate, Amun Raa roared with laughter, his gold eyes glinting in the dim light of the cockpit.

Description
The Fury carved it's way through space. Stealth generators kept her hidden. The Dark Lord nodded and pointed to his pilot. The Ship spun and came close to Carrick Station, passing within a few meters of republic fighters and thranta corvettes. On top of the hull of the Sith Interceptor, a republic model astromech droid detached, and then, reattached itself to the underside of the station. it began transmitting data, and the seated sith turned to his pilot. The Revanite Sith nodded, and hit several keys. On the console nearby, as his master took command of the controls. He handed the Sith Pureblood a datapad and waited. The Fury did a slow circle around a series of Republic ships. The fleet's vanguard... several Thranta corvettes, they were looking for one ship in specific. One ship, recently damaged in fleet action over Saluecumi, and easy to identify as a result. the Ship had droids repairing her heavily damaged engines. Amun Raa nodded to his Revanite cohorts. they piloted the ship towards the bridge of the Thranta corvette. Amun Raa activated a datapad which sent a signal to a Republic officer on the bridge. He looked up, at an empty viewport. An extremely short range transmission had just been sent. The Revanite Officer, and infiltrator accessed his own datapad to gain the control signals sent for the droid on Carrick Station's underbelly and continued his work. The fury then launched into hyperspace, towards the looming shadow of Imperial Space. Another Revanite officer approached, she as a Bounty Hunter.

"Dark Lord, priority message. Datafiles says it comes from some old rival of yours." she said.

Amun Raa nodded. "Put it through."

the hologram flickered on.

"Greetings, Dark Lord. We have been watching you for Some time. You are heir to a legacy more feared than you could yet imagine... of course... if your claim is true, at least. We have an Interest in finding that out for ourselves."

"I have made my claim, i have demonostrated that I weild my father's power. The Old Lords of the Sith, and the High Houses, do not despute my claim." responded Amun Raa.

"As they shouldn't. They have asked for proof that the blood of the Lord of the Dead flows in your viens. You have opened catacombs intended only for his heirs, or the heirs of distant ancestors you both share. They are only concerned in this matter, you see. An heir does not breed strength, nessicarily. You're family's great house lies in ruin on Yavin IV, their minions and slaves, dispersed, or dead. The powerbases of dozens of Sith Lords, kneeling before a single patriarch, all but destroyed. As your father's heir, your task is clear. We are curious, the route you will take, and we have a propostion for you."

"What is it you seek exactly." demanded Amun Raa

"Your family's power, has survived, only, because you have known, when to kneel, and when to rule. Such was the case with Naga Sadow, and our Emperor. You are far to weak to be a great Sith Lord, or make significat bids for power. your own strength is considerable, but insufficiant. and even dead, and buried for years, Your father was survived by many enemies. Of which I was one. Now however, I am willing to permit bygones be bygones, and as i was robbed my chance to claim final victory in slaying him, I would take the more insulting final victory, of having you as my servent. The alternative is overwelming force. A kaggath, you cannot hope to win."

"You are correct in this. We have been weakened, and my reconstruction of our house, has only yet begun. Needless to say however, that your threats and dominance will not prevent the usual Sith scheming." Amun Raa said.

"Of course. Have i your answer?"

"You do, Lord Rasmus. I shall serve you. But do not forget, I already hold the title of Darth, know of our two family's ancient blood fued, and your desperation in hunting us down. Consider the fued over. I shall have my agents deliver to your estates the last of the Nine Catalysts of Lettow. An ancient collection, you shall anjoy having."

Amun Raa sensed the man's unease, at being so easily identified. But this immediatly gave way to a foul stench of arrogant smugness coming from the fool. He had claimed a final victory in their two House's bloodfued, but not for his own. The Nine Catalysts, had been a bargaining chip. A payment plan, intended to buy House Akasti time, in keeping their enemies off them. In reality, they were a convoluted scheme by House Akasti, which would take several decades to complete. Alone, each of the Catalysts was a focal point for darkside energy. Brought together, their true purpose manifested. To create a dark void, destroying an entire bloodline of rivals, syncronised, to its original holder. 'bleed for this relic, and only those of your blood, shall weild its power. such is the relic we hold in our house.' This was Complicated deception placed into effect generations ago. A plan to, one by one, place the peices of this bomb powered by sith sorcery, into the hands of House Akasti's hated enemies, and erradicate them forever. The plan had been the impliment of a brilliant, patient and cunning Lord of House Akasti, and the Catalysts the creation of a powerful, and insidious Sith Alchamist of their bloodline. The most terrifying irony, was that although the 9th catalyst had been forged, and completed, the Head of the House, had been destroyed by their creator, by a similer device for a powerplay. and so, the last Catalyst, went undelivered for centuries

"Good.... Good. It will finally be a releif to end this petty fued between us. I would hate for another powerful dynasty of purebloods to be erradicated. poor foolish Exal Kresh had so much wasted potential. We shall be holding a feast, to celebrate your fealty to us. I hope all your family will attend. I intend my vassals to welcome you home properly as well, and my allies to see the glory of my House.... as tradition states."

"Consider it done. My lord." Amun Raa said, concealing his emotions.

the hooded sith chuckled. "I can assure you, this is not the worst your House has suffered. and your reluctance and pride will fade. In time, You will call me, 'Master'."

the transmission ended. Amun Raa smiled. "Barely.... My family, barely restored to power, and I will cement our return by completing an ancestor's great scheme to destroy our House's rivals Not even Father managed this feat. no-one will challange me, and if they do, they will do so with hesitance, and fear."

At the delicious bloody irony, of his restoration, and who's plan it had been originally to destroy the arrogant rival and who's arrogance now welcomed that fate, Amun Raa roared with laughter, his gold eyes glinting in the dim light of the cockpit.