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The 7th Division Fleet drew closer to Coruscant. Vincent made his way down to the hangar and stood next to his starfighter. He could get to the Jedi Temple quickly using his own starfighter than taking one of the battle cruisers. He touched his earpiece and started a secure line with Admiral Steel. "Admiral, Once we get to Coruscant tell the Ordinis Fleet who you are. I'm going down to the Jedi Temple to assist Nick and Dalaan. Don't send any troops down to the planet yet. Drake informed me before we left that our special forces units are all down there and are preparing to help the Ordinis troops once they get there. I'm sure they're ready by now." Vincent jumped in his ship and readied the ship to launch once they get to Coruscant.

the star map vanished from before his eyes and once more the holocron was stilled in his tiny furred hand. Crimson eyes gaze out of the view window of the star destroyer and small lips turn up in a sneer that approaches a smile. They were here at last their destination finally reached. The ewok dressed in robes of black arose from his chair as the sith crew brought the giant ship to a halt. He looks at his apprentice the towering form of Darth Archeron in his ceremonial regalia a striking a very imposing figure indeed. He chuckles as he moves towards the hangar bay motioning for his apprentice to follow, and the giant Massassi falls into line behind his master, the dull thump of Punicius's staff echoing on the metal floor.

As they reach a pair of Sith Meditation Spheres Punicius enters one and closes his eyes centering himself in the dark side of the force. As the Sith Sphere takes off and heads towards the small planetoid. Leaving all the others behind the two make planetfall and Punicius can feel the Dark energies emitting from within the surface of the place, so much Dark Side power that it had corrupted the very planet itself. This brought a smile to his lips as he leads is apprentice towards a set of massive double doors with a control panel built into it. He motions with his small hand and Archeron steps forward inputting the code causing the doors to swing open.

Before his eyes stood another faction of his army, one awaiting to be awakened. Rows upon rows of Sith warriors incased in carbonite their weapons at the ready stretching nearly as far as his eyes could see. At the far end of the hallway stood a statue of a Sith, not one of the race but rather one like himself. A shadowy perhaps human form with it's lightsaber blazing stood guard over this army. His eyes cold and analytical Punicius advances deeper into the hallway as he nears the statue of a Sith.

Reaching it he can see controls for all the carbonite frozen sith, but also beside the statue is another cloaked form this one with lightsaber in hand also frozen in carbonite. He sneers at the frozen form for it would either join him or die, and as his small hand reaches for the controls a voice booms from above him "Halt, only those who prove themselves worthy can awaken those who slumber."

Punicius looks around for the source of the sound when a Sith ghost steps from the statue, he had the form of a tall regal human being, very jedi-like in appearance but his garb was definitely that of a Sith. Pale red eyes gaze at his diminutive form and seem to scoff "you are not worthy to awaken my master..." then the eyes fall upon Archeron and they widen slightly "but your master might be."

Punicius smiles but it is the look of one who is ready to kill more akin to barring his teeth "Very well, how can my 'master' prove himself?" he asks of the ghost his anger rising.

"that is simple, he must defeat me in combat." the ghost reaches out and the lightsaber flies from on top of the urn into his hands igniting into a crimson glow. Archeron looks to Punicius who gives a slight nod and the Massassi raises his lightclub igniting the golden blade in a snap hiss. The ghost Sith moved quickly its red blade spinning through the air streaking towards Archeron's head. He reacted almost too slowly as he brought his large lightclub up to catch the crimson blade with his golden one. The two pushed Archeron's muscles straining as he pushes hard against the ghost the two blades unmoving.

Grunting Archeron slides his foot back pivoting and bringing his lightclub around with uncanny quickness for such a large weapon. The ghost vanishes as the attack closes in on it's side and reappears beside Archeron it's blade raised and poised to strike down at his neck. As the red blade descends purple Sith Lightning envelopes the ghost causing it to writhe in agony as it falls to the ground. The lightning continues until the ghost stops moving and Punicius steps forward his eyes glowing with anger "first off you insult me by assuming I am the apprentice due to my size, and second off you use your semi corporeal body to nearly kill my student who I cannot afford to lose just yet." Lightning streams forth from his fingers once more until the ghost fades from existence and Punicius steps forward and presses the button to unfreeze the army arrayed before him.

He moves in front of the other Sith Lord as the carbonite begins to thaw "you must become stronger Archeron, you almost lost, focus on your anger more draw upon it and next time do not fail me apprentice." he sets aside his light cane and draws forth his ebony lightsaber the blade held easily in his hand as he awaits his challenge, Lord against Lord.

shiruken slept while artimus was asleep as well, she dreampt about sean as if he was there in her dream "sean........sean i've missed you so much, so has our son...i want to he in your arms again" she thought as she drempt

the mist swirls as the carbonite prison vanishes and suddenly the chamber feels very cold and dark. Punicius can see his breath mist before his face as large black boots echo across the chamber, each step sounding like a nail being slammed into a coffin. The man stood over two meters tall his face hidden in the darkness of his cloak as red malevolent eyes stare at the small ewok. The man had the build of an athelete, broad shouldered and strong, his bearing was regal and the hilt of his light saber black and gold with a stylised claw at the end of the handguard holding a clear crystal. He radiated power this man, this lord of the Sith and it was enough to drive many to their knees and even make Archeron's legs shake with the effort to remain standing.

A smile touches Punicius's lips as he weathers the storm of unabashed power and he gives a nod as though seeing an equal at last "kneel before me Dark Lord, and whole systems shall bow to you in turn. Deny me and this shall become your tomb."

A sneer splits the man's face as he raises his lightsaber an ebony blade igniting from the golden handle "you would dare to threaten me little furball? Do you know who I am?"

Punicius raises his blade moving it horizontally behind him as he holds his free hand palm open towards his foe "I do not know, nor do I care. You shall only be another casualty in my ascension." And with that no more words are needed as the two begin to close the oppressive darkness being forced back momentarily by a blast of crimson lightning from Punicius's hand which is drawn into the Sith Lord's lightsaber.

The lord counters with a downward slash of his lightsaber which Punicius leaps over twisting in mid air bring his blade whirring around with the momentum of his spin. This forces the Sith Lord back but not for long as the man plants his left foot and then starts a vicious onslaught with his blade, alternating between sweeping strikes and vicious stabs keeping his elbows in tight with his body as he uses mostly his wrists to keep the black blade spinning so fast that it appears as a sheet of light infront of his body. Being slowly driven back by the assault Punicius can barely maintain his defense against the hammer blows of his foe. Feeling his back press against the wall the blade bites into his shoulder causing him to grimace in pain as he puts all his considerable power into a Force Push sending the Sith Lord sprawling.

'insolent wretch, you would dare to injure me?' he rages as his eyes burn with power causing the carbonite tank that had held the lord to rip from the ground and fly at the man who barely manages to cleave it in two and avoid the two pieces "you would dare to harm me? I am the Dark Lord of the Sith. I am the master of this galaxy. I am death made flesh." Punicius roars as he begins to rip flagstones from the ground and even tumbles a column of rock down towards the dark lord. The army of sith warriors stands silent vigil over this confrontation which will show who will become their master as Punicius shows such strength in the Dark Side as to make many of them cower in fear.

Punicius sends the lord sprawling once more with his vast strength his lightsaber deactivated and hanging from his side as he assaults the man with pieces of his own temple "you will die for your affont. I had thought you might be useful to me, but now. Now you shall pay for your trangressions." He lifts the man with The Force and slams him like a rag doll into the ground a small statue glowing around his neck. He stalks up to the fallen lord and glares down at the broken man and he hears a whisper of a word "mercy..."

"Mercy is for the weak, mercy is for the dead." he leans down and reaches out for the golden lightsaber the hilt looking so much like a claws grasping a darkened moon, as though it were a claw seeking to pull him down into eternal twilight. He laughs as he takes the darksaber and takes the head off the fallen lord "only the strong survive. Only the strong shall lead, this is the way of the Sith." he hisses to the corpse as he raises the blade to the cheers of his men. This was his army now, and one day they would cloak the universe in darkness and sow the seeds of fear in every heart. He grinned for this was his destiny, and soon it would play itself out.