The Conclave of Phantom

*the voice got louder*<< ANDOR HAS FAILED.......i seek to know your plans shall you retae korriban i shall then aid you[*] >>

*chel opened the door after knocking and looked in at PHantom*
I am leaving, may I use one of your ships considering that I have no ship here of my own?

*he turned his attention to chel knowing she wouldnt regonize him*<< you ae queen of onderon are you not? im sure pravus`s faved star destroyer will transport you or provide a ship >>

*Chel growled at the intrusion to her mind and snapped at the voice in her head*
<< I am queen of nothing, Pravus will return to take his blasted planet >>

Andor knocked at the door as he entered. He stood at attention as he announced his presence to his master who probably still lurked in his workshop.

Master! I have been fully refreshed and i am ready to train! I want to prove myself further to you. My battle against Carnage, i feel, wasn't enough for me to show my true power.

<< I have no plans as of now. My forces must be trained and lethal before we even think about it. What allies do you have? >>

*Turning he looked to chel and nodded tossing her an activation chip*
Its a movified Saboath defender, black and blue
And you dont have to go but i will not stop you

*He thrn turned to andor and chuckled*
I would agree, i have finished my weapon so let me get suited up and we will head to the pit

Andor waited patiently for Phantom to "get suited". He stood by the door and whistled a tune he had learned while he was in exile on Agamar with his previous master. It was a slow, dark tune about the capture of a goddess. It was his favorite tune. Andor fiddled with his pike, anxiously switching it from his right hand to his left and then back to his right. He hadn't planned on fighting Phantom, but he guessed it was a start. After all, he didn't know how Phantom taught his students

*Phantom was just wearing a phiting shirt, now he put on the crossed belts and waist belt that held the main bulk of his arsenal. He also slipped on the shoulder and waist holsters and over that he wore a tunic. On the tunic he put on another belt which held two sabers though all the weapons were underneath on the other belts. On that he wore a massive floor length fighting coat and he buttoned it up to his neck, the collar flipped up so his white skin was only showing from his head. He had put on crushguants and smoothed back his white hair*
Alright

*he laughed manicaly at chel as his voice disprsed speaking to phantom*<< my allies are my own untill i know your on my side i speak nothing....are you in fact ready to ally with me? >>

<< You have done nothing to earn my trust. So no, you will be denied until further debate. Also do not think you can try and intimidate or push me around, ive killed for less >>

*he chuckled*<< same falls to you jen-taral so lets negotiate i know enough about you and your men what do you want from me to *earn* your trust >>

<< You sound desperate to have my approval, and i have no need at the moment >>

*Chel accepted the key and then looked at him a moment, her face neutral of all emotion*
I do not have to leave? why shouldn't i leave? there is nothing holding me here, other than the child resting in the medbay.
*a sneer crossed her face as she finally placed the emotion she had felt, nothing more than an infatuation with the thought of having someone holding her again as Phantom had. It had been no real emotion. but it had shown her that she was weak when it came to keeping her feelings locked up*
I will stay, Master Phantom

Andor looked at Phantom and then at the feminine voice that sounded. He hadn't even noticed Chel before. There was alot of emotion between them. Andor could sense that. He faced Chel.
Oh my! I'm sorry but i didn't see you there!

Turns to face his master
Master, if you wish, i can ummmm...... i can come back later. I didn't know someone was already here.....

Good choice Chel
*He then turned to Andor and scowled*
We have work and training to do, do we not?

*he smiled*<< we lord phantom will be in touch for now bussiness calls >>

Yes Master. Training would be helpful....
Andor broke off. He decided he might as well train since Phantom seemed eager for it. Andor just knew he wouldn't stand a chance against him. Andor began to question his own judgement. He didn't want to duel Phantom. He wanted to learn, not die

*Phantom severed the force connection and walked out of his room, Chel could stay inside or whatnot as the droids began cleaning up and the security was coming online. He walked into the halls, an authoratative figure who was demonic to say the least*

Andor left right behind Phantom.

*Chel stayed in his room for a long time, using her workstation he provided her. She seemed more focused on her work, the sneer still on her face. All she had felt had been from how much wine they had consumed the night of their frivolity. He had what she wanted, ideas for new lines, and she would use him to get them*