A Double Joining

[Eassar Vinaq]

The Sectaria was difficult to stumble upon, Narshen had eventually decided. They were notoriously inactive as a Darkside group. He'd found a handful of others that were more active, but they didn't sit well with his tastes, and he actually longed to destroy them at one point. With the Sectaria, from what he knew about them, they appealed to his tastes. To give authenticity to the Dark Side, to work for their goal before themselves. That was hat he searched, longed for. A purpose, just as he had known when he trained under the Nightsisters...

Narshen leaned back in his chair, watching his apprentice swing his Lightsaber about against a practice robot. Narshen acquired it from a Jedi he had killed recently for his apprentice. Narshen couldn't teach the boy any Lightsaber forms, as he didn't use, or need, one. He had killed the Iridonian's Master with his staff and the Force, and it had led the Dathomirian to Akiar. Narshen was marginally impressed with the boy, his heart was into learning, at the very least. But he had doubts about the boy's faith in the Dark Side.

Narshen smirked, and decided that Akiar wasn't doing as well as he should in accepting his emotions and using his anger in his training. Narshen had cameras all about on his ship, he could see anything that went on from practically any angle. It was one of the luxuries of technology he had embraced. And on top of the cameras, he had traps set up everywhere. With a single press of a button, he had an electrical surge jump from the floor and besiege his training apprentice. Narshen would keep this up until Akiar had used his frustration and anger to continue despite the handicap, or until the Iridonian boy was unconscious.

"Master Semec, we are at our destination," his pilot announced, and Narshen released the electric pulse on Akiar. Narshen wasn't precisely sure where or how to contact the Sectaria, but he was sure that they would notice his vessel and either attempt to destroy it or otherwise confront him. In all likelihood, their leaders, or at least powerful members, would sense him and his Apprentice.

"Land where convenient, Captain," Narshen replied. He activated the comlink to Akiar's training room and instructing him, "Get up, we're here."

Narshen grabbed his staff, but left his sword; such an ornament would do him no good among such powerful Darksiders. His staff, however, was a weapon he could, and had, used against Jedi before, and it would be equally effective against their dark counterparts. Narshen met with his singed apprentice as the ship landed and the doors opened. The Dathomirian smiled and looked up, sensing a powerful Darkside presence. He was close.

He led his apprentice off of the ship, both being only armed with their respective weapons. The crew was beginning to set up surveying equipment for more detailed scans of their surroundings. It was mostly flat, with brown grass covering the landscape. The air was hot, but dry, far more mild than the tropics of where he had lived among the Nightsisters. Narshen squinted and saw a vessel in the distance, and beckoned to his apprentice and two crew members, who grabbed their weapons and followed their employer.

As they got nearer, Narshen got close enough that, had he been more savvy with starship models, he would be able to recognize it. Sensing that danger was imminent, he continued to walk without alerting him men or his apprentice, a casual smirk on his face. There was a great power, very close by...

Suddenly, there was a loud, ferocious roar as a Wookie rose from the grasses and fired a bowcaster at his two crewmen. Narshen swung his staff out, only to block a pair of red lightsabers, wielded by-

A Kushiban?

"What trickery is this?" Narshen asked, now seeing his opponent. Temme replied with a "Hah!" and struck again with one Lightsaber high, then a second on the low. Narshen blocked both, and the Kushiban leaped over Narshen, making a strike towards his head, which he blocked deftly with his staff, followed by a strike with the other end, which the Kushiban blocked. Then Temme actually landed, while the Wookie made no threatening movements.

Narshen jabbed with the end of his staff towards the Kushiban, who tried stepping behind it, but Narshen used the staff to channel the Force towards the end of it, propelling the furry Darksider away, though Temme simply landed on all four feet.

"Good! I'm impressed!" the Kushiban growled, "Now let's see how well you use the Force!"

Narshen felt the ground beneath him vibrate and then finally heard a crack as it was lifted from beneath him. Narshen did not move from the plot that had been raised, and indeed did not move at all until Temme tore the ground apart. Seizing the moment, Narshen used the Force to propel the unguided bits of earth towards the Kushinban, who simply tore the grass from the ground to deflect it, and he pounced out of the way as Narshen hit the ground, sending a spark towards his opponent.

Temme simply dodged the bolt, and began to rustle his fur, creating a static charge, then propelling the Sith Lightning at Narshen, who tried dodging it, but Temme had more control over it than that, diverting its very path. Acting quickly, Narshen jabbed his staff into the ground and ducked below its top, hoping to ground the lightning, but it was to no avail: Temme guided it successfully to Narshen, giving him most of the blast and sending Narshen to the ground. It didn't take him out of the fight, but it did prove which was the stronger.

"You're good, human. Had I still been a Sith, I would have had you kill my Apprentice and taken you. Now, is my test over? Can I see the Sectaria now?" the Kushiban asked as his rival Darksider rose. Narshen looked at the Kushiban in disbelief, who was currently a pleasant blue. Narshen hesitated, and he began to turn reddish purple.

"I believe you are mistaken, my furry little friend. I, too, came here searching for the Sectaria. Our fight was for nothing," he observed. Temme turned an astonished yellow for a moment before glazing over into a quizzical green.

"What do you mean?"

"Let me introduce myself. I am Narshen Semec. You may have heard of me as Orexsus? This is my apprentice, Akiar." the Dathomirian explained, and the Kushiban nodded.

"I have heard of your business ventures. Quite the fortune in quite the small amount of time. I now understand why. I am Temme Cayrbennog. I doubt you have heard of me, my time was before even the Sectaria. Perhaps we could find them together?"

"If you are here for the same reasons as I, perhaps we should. I hope our little bout was display enough for them to come to us."

"I'm sure my presence is enough to light this area up for them. They are watching, or are already here."

[Nimm Jakter]

Akiar walked into the training room and took of the garments he was wearing and put on the silk pants in the training room he had left there. He picked up the blaster sphere and turned it on, it hummed as the cooled little ball went in to the air. He took off the top robe showing his bare skin and muscles.

He grabbed his lightsaber and started to dodge the first blast but some thing in him said no like his body would not allow it and it moved to the blast and blocked it from hitting him. The seconded blast came down he moved hi lightsaber up and blocked it from hitting him. Then the feeling went away as a shocking sensation went through his body, he fell to the ground withering in pain. He used the technique his dead master showed him and ignored it. He could feel the force flow through him as he stood up. The ball went crazy and he blocked them all. He struck up with the saber and sliced the ball in half.

The comm on the table buzzed, he got up to get it was his Narshen wanting him. He surged with anger he remembered the shock that he had gotten a moment ago. He walked to his cabin and threw his clothes off and washed in the little shower. He got out and dried and put his Dark Jedi robe on and boots, he hooked on his saber and went outside to see his master and some humanoid fighting. The alien used the Makashi form, he wanted to learn that bad.

“master who is this?” He asked.

[Zarek Phelan]

The area quickly enclosed in darkness and black clouds without rain nor lightning. The wind brushed over like a swathe of breath coming out from a dark beast as a rocky patch about a 100 yards in front of the group began to rise as if being lifted by great hands. Darkness soaked this now gaping cavern into the ground where only a pair of pulsing red eyes peered out.

Lightning gave a thundering clap hard in front of the cave flashing bright blinding the group. When they would bother to look back a dark cloaked female figure and a very large dark metallic cloaked figured marched closer over the black glassy ground where the Lightning had struck. Lightning plummeted closer and closer and after every blinding flash the group would see the Dark figures rapidly get closer before it became pitch black and silent.

The wind was gasping and raspy almost as it was an unusual darkness. It was not natural and it ebbed with the Darkness of the World, and a very powerful source... or possibly and more likely sources. A cold and large form grips over Akiar and his wraps around half his chest to the back of his shoulder as a wisping click and groan commence a rough torrent of speech, "He brings a little fetcher to us... I wish to exterminate this liability Mistress..." Dark red embers light into the group with a meticulous grinding gear shifting cackle.

The other figure a short female covered in all black robes and head hidden beneath a obsidian dark cloak. She gave a ruby smirk that showed the lower pale half of her face as she spoke, "No no my sweet... don't dispose of the child... there is a place for him..." Her voice was a soft silky whine mixed with a venomous purr as she pronounced every etch and length of her syllables.

"Then what of the flee bags and this... boys urchin of a Master?" The Mechanical voice labored in questioning releasing the boy stepping in the middle of the group facing the dark woman. Neither felt any fear or danger in their presence of this unlikely company. As what now could be construed as a definite droid urged forward he erected into the air taller than any of them peering down. The woman smiled trailing a black gloved finger down its metal septum with a sweet lush chuckle licking her lips. "They are Dark Ones my sweet... they need us... they want us... desire us... Mmmmmmm... hehe." The woman replied with a husky passion that rolled off her voice as she sensuously trailed her hand and fingers down the droids frame. "They need us, and you my General... my Knight must guide them... us... my sweet." She added as she pushed away from the droid sizing up the new comers.

Coming to Akiar she smiled and rolled a finger over one of the tips of his horns with infectious sigh of curiosity. The fanger led down his nose then to his lip where she then rolled the base of her thumb obediently trained speaking with a fascination, "How delightful and shapely... So much possibility I feel... So much desire, but you do not except it... you must let go child, and only then will the Shadow of the unifying darkness embrace you... sweet one." Her eyes focused on his almost trying to draw him in before she glanced over to Narshen with a more anticipated smile, "You... hehe... My master wants you... Oh yes... I think I know you feel it to. This is your home... you are meant to be here... oh yes my Sweet." As her voice rang off it became evermore still again.

[Eassar Vinaq]

The sky and the immediate area darkened. The sky turned black, but there was nothing coming from the sky. Temme and Narshen's senses went wild as there were additional dark presences that joined them at a floating assembly of rocks. There was a bit of lightning and wind, but nothing that was terribly impressive to Temme, and Narshen wasn't too awed, just a bit interested, though he suspected that his young Zabrak apprentice would be mesmerized by the spectacle.

The two figures approached them and began to speak. The more mechanical of them expressed a desire to kill Akiar, though the female figure instructed the other not to do so. Narshen would have to have a words with that one-It was quite rude to even speculate slaying another's apprentice, particularly in front of them.

"It seems that manners aren't among your teachings," Narshen growled at the metallic figure. As the two figures continued to speak to each other, almost as if they were simply watching them instead of being in their presence. Narshen turned to his Kushiban counterpart and remarked,

"They're quite full of themselves, aren't they?"

"We're all darksiders here. The question is, which one isn't? Once we know that, then we know who our traitor-to-be is," Temme replied. The Kushiban looked to the woman and requested, "Lead us to your fortress. Take us to your leader or what have you, and we shall see if you are worth my time. And don't think your little cloud-show has impressed anyone but his Tiny Jedi."

"You... hehe... My master wants you... Oh yes... I think I know you feel it to. This is your home... you are meant to be here... oh yes my Sweet."

"If you would offer this to be my home, I will gladly accept-I am hardly welcome in my origins."

"Hmph. Narshen is but a meddler!" Temme declared as they followed the two figures, "He has too much to learn about the galaxy, his naivete will be his end should he fail to realize this. Why your master is interested in him, I haven't the fainted idea. If you're too blind to see that, then I doubt Oh-And never call me a fleabag again, lest your head part from your neck, droid. The Wookie, perhaps, I have never smelled such an evil."

[Zarek Phelan]

Belaria grinned crouching slowly to see Temme one of her hands reached out softly and gave soft twining strokes behind his left ear. Her lips curled and her lure and toxication poured out as she told Temme him in almost teasing tone of lust,

Fret not small and dangerous one... My master wants you both. And we open our arms to you as much as the Forces Shadow embraces us. My lovely sweet, you will not be dissapointed."

Her eyes returned to NArshen briefly before she made a small distance almost commanding,

"Come this way darlings the Sectaria have much to show you. You come to find destiny and power where others have failed, and the Sith foolishly limit to themselves. We equalize and embrace everything we are.

She began walking forward as Malacoda did not even acknowledge Temme's response nor the fact now anyone was here. He seemed so cold but there was so much to him that was hard to explain. Belaria meanwhile was a saucy and lively sort, and to those to weak to resist her a viper.

The sky cleared as the opening w was revealed to be a mechanical exit/catacomb entrance to the Sectaria through the underground of Thule. Energies dark and vast emersed the fields and to Temme and Narshen they would be a cool seductive breeze. Thule like Korriban hold a heart in the Dark SIde of the force and this was a paradise to those who would welcome it.

[Nimm Jakter]

Akiar let the cool finger touch him. he just stood there wondering what was happinging. he breathed deeply and let out.

"I will try to let go" he said.
"are you going to be my new master?" he said strangly.

he stood there as they talked and stared at the lightsaber hilt of the Kushiban he had a verbitor a rare hit because of the way it was made it could break easily.

he saw that they where going so he walked with them wondering where they where going

[Eassar Vinaq]

"Are you going to be my new master?"

Narshen smiled warmly at Akiar, the warm, comforting sort of smile that made one think that the person smiling was about to rip your throat out. With Narshen's history, Akiar must have known that his Master was probably thinking about doing just that. Narshen patted his horned apprentice on the head.

"No, she isn't," Narshen informed him. The Dathomirian then grabbed the Iridonian's hair and yanked back violently with a snarl upon his face, "And you would do well to remember who your current one is. Just because we are joining these people doesn't mean their power circumvents my hold on you, understand?"

Narshen let go of his Zabrak apprentice and continued walking. Temme's fur rustled and turned a light brown. The Kushiban saw Akiar sneaking a look at his Lightsaber. Temme made the equivalent of a Kushiban smile, making it no secret that Temme saw Akiar's gaze. The ex-Sith hopped next to Narshen and motioned to the boy.

"How fares his personal combat skills?" Temme asked, and Narshen gave an annoyed glance to the diminutive Darksider and looked forward. Temme chuckled, knowing how Narshen must have interpreted his meaning, "Let me rephrase. I noticed that you don't have a Lightsaber, Narshen. It's somewhat obvious that you can't teach him the styles he needs to know if the boy is to know how to use them."

"I don't need one, why should he? I fought you well enough with it. Speaking of which, what did you think of our little display?" Narshen asked, directed towards Belaria.

"The Lightsaber is all he knows. Your skill with the staff exceeds the skill with the Lightsaber of almost every Jedi, Darksider, and even a few of my Apprentices that I've encountered. But he doesn't know the first thing about fighting with a solid object. There are specific styles he needs to know. I'm sure he'll get by with your native twists, and that's something I encourage. But the truth of the matter is that he needs to know at least the basics of most of the Lightsaber styles. If you've done half the research on the Sectaria I have, you'll know that I'm not working to turn him against you. That would be uncharacteristic. I can teach him the styles, and you teach him what you want to teach him. Nothing more, nothing less, just a simple, friendly offer. You can pay me back later. What do you say?"

Narshen looked to Belaria and the droid, thinking on the offer for a while. He then looked down towards his Kushiban counterpart and replied,

"Let's see if these people are worth the effort. Then we'll talk about Akiar's Lightsaber training."

"Fair enough," Temme snickered, and darted up next to Belaria, "What distance will it be to your lair? My furry little feet grow tired of walking."

Narshen hadn't known it was possible to be so condescending yet sarcastically self-deprecating until he met Temme.

[Zarek Phelan]

Belaria led the entirety of the group slowly into the dark underground cavern she had previously erupted from. With Malacoda behind her silent and steady. She ignored most of the words spoken as they did not concern her, but Temme decided to question the distance.

"It is not about distance my furry sweet... It is what you will see. Expectations will be broken and made anew. The Sectari in its singular self is an amazing presence that represents the all encompassing shadow of the Forces unified will."

Her voice was a bit stronger and dropped the seduction she clearly lost the need to play and she cupped each of her hands into one another. Her presence was cold and exclusive to her trained thought undivided. No eyes were back looking upon her company as she knew and sensed their presence and intentions through the air.

The path they entered from closed behind them and the hall in the dark their heels clicked upon lit up in bright lights that trailed the corner lining of this long tunnel. Sounds could be heard down the tunnel. Faint the words were but they were smooth and held an instructive rhythm. It held a pulse that taught through the sensation and passion that rippled the force. It was dark, but whole something that would be new to those who touched it. It was calm and flowing and could be mistaken for a near Light Side feeling. It was not for the Darkness was too rich and possessing. It was strange and something no Sith would dare to feel.

"It is a full circle... a complete presence without anger or blinded by senseless fear. It is a custom embraced by understanding and against the flaws of the mass of those who use the Dark Side only to its limited and confined potential. Jedi had it right when to confront the Force with peace and understanding; However, fail to see that the Darkness is the inherent and true pull of the Force. It is unrestrained and limited to light. Without light there is Darkness and where light does not touch there is always darkness. The Darkness is infinite and cannot be escaped while the light like a flame will die out, and must with a burden be rekindled. We seek a completion and understanding in our ways. We are not good nor evil, as we rise above such trivial titles. We are the Sectaria a whole community of diverse and vast understandings unrestrained by Elite Societies and their pretentious and self defeating norms. Among them we are the gifted and chosen to understand what the Force will have us do to cleanse the Galaxy of its inferiority and faults."

Spoke a collected and strong woman, and the same who led them to the gate and archway to a great underground community enriched with thousands of denizens working and teaching. Learning and experimenting the ways to be. Not all force users and many young. Children and families those with much potential and none at all. In peace without the aching strife that would be seen in the surface worlds. Belaria opened her arms turning to the new comers andwelcomed them to a precipice of a grand new world, and elevated the rush with words,

"Unfettered by indifference we accept all who are willing to learn and understand. We do not belittle or judge others unless they bring it upon themselves. We have no qualms with the other factions. Jedi and Sith are just a segment of a whole and deep complete understanding that our Lord Vae has reawakened our world to. We give community and refuge, unity and brotherhood, love and acceptance. To those who feel anger and useless rage the key will feel a weakness in our ways at first but they lack understanding. Anger, fear, hate... it is a fraction of the whole and you must let the whole consume you in its own unraveling madness."

[Nimm Jakter]

“So dark is better than light master” Akiar asked his master carefully as if he would kill him if he said something wrong to his master.

He felt his light saber just as a precaution as he felt the dark but something different force around him
He had so many questions to be answered but he felt he need to right now be quiet. He started to feel the damp walls of the cavern