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The Apocalypse landed in a secret hangar, where technicians got to work immediately on the damaged sections of the hull, and installed even newer designs of shields.

Nextoras felt a presence. A presence he had not felt for a while...

Darth Nextoras remembered the slave girl.
"What news do you bring?" He inquired.

"Good, my apprentice. Good. You have served me well." Nextoras paused. "The Belugians must remember the last time I was at their planet..." He figured. Nextoras remembered how he had all of his ships open fire on the Belugian capitol when the Sycarans were there, the capitol was in ruins afterwards.

Nextoras nodded. "I see. Then what you would suggest? I am thinking of an Independent Planet, one that the Federation would not care much about..."

Blood surronded the floor of the throne room, bodies of the once royal Hapans begin to rott, and the room smells of death. Other then the bodies, the room seemed nearly empty, except for one thing. Where once the proud Hapan Queen sat was now being sat on by a man. A man who had taken over Hapes, a man who killed thousands of innocents in all but a day, a man who killed their once proud blood line and forgot to clean up the mess. This man was no other then the true figure of evil, the mantle of hatred, the Dark Lord of the Sith...Darth Kyrath. He sat there as if nothing ever happend, holding a bloody Sith Sword in his right hand, and the head of the queen in his left.

The Dark Lord sat on the bench, his eyes closed, taking this moment of extreme power, and using it to strengthen himself. As he did so, he sensed the presence of his apprentice being not to far from the palace. As soon as he could get a better focus on his apprentice, he sensed something troublesome, his apprentice knew something/did something that the Dark Lord was un-aware of. The Dark Lord was able to tell this, due to his apprentices extreme pleasure when he has done something or knows something of great importance. As soon as he started thinking about it, a Sith Assassin knocked the doors wide open, and ran to the Dark Lord, kneeling to him facing the ground.

"Mi'lord, your apprentice has returned, and damage has been taken to the Apocalypse!" the Sith A. said with urgency.

The Dark Lord rose from his seat and threw the head to the lacky, "You, rap this head and put it in my quarters, and clean this place up, this room is going to be redone," he demanded to the Assassin. The puny Sith caught the head and bowed to the Lord, "As you command mi'lord," and he got right to work. The Dark Lord left the blade at the side of the throne, and as soon as he left the palace, he was followed by two guards, and they sent a message to the 'secret hanger' of the Dark Lords coming arrival.

Darth Kyrath eventually came to the hanger, and he allowed his guards to get ahead of him, and enter first, stopping at the side of the door where everyone could see. He was quickly announced to the men, and all of them were in two seperate lines kneeling, creating a path for the Dark Lord which lead to his apprentice and his student. The Dark Lord swiftly walked past everyone, not looking at or caring about the people that kneeled down to him. The Dark Lord spoke only two words, "At ease," and with that, they all rised from where they knelt and got back to work. Darth Kyrath stood infront of his apprentice and this winged women, frustrated enough with his apprentice as it is.

Darth Kyrath looked at them for a moment, and then gave Nextoras somewhat of a glare, "Nextoras, what is the meaning of this? What happend ot the Apocalypse, and who and what is this?," he demanded to know.