Xozhixi

*Red Kelth stepped out of his house, and scanned the nearby streets for unfriendly eyes. Technically he was out past curfew, and he didn't want to attract any unwanted legal attention. Reasonably assured that no one official was in sight, he disappeared back inside for just a moment before once again emerging with a light pack strapped over a shoulder, and a blaster pistol casually at his side. After yet another quick glance around him, he set off down the street towards the dock yards.*

*Gliding effortlessly through the towering structures that line the streets of Thyferras oldest city at break neck speeds Az's vessel remains undetected and unseen. Cloaked and hidden in the force through sheer will power, Az brings the small ship to land lightly on top of one of the VSE's many safe houses.
He had not been near any of the major population centers for a long time, choosing to remain hidden within his temple when not called away from the planet on other matters. Now however he needed to speak with the VSE chief Shazza face to face.
Lowering the landing platform he gathered his saber and ushered for Fukh to follow him wile Sukh remained with the Seraphim to guard her.

Quickly he made his way down to the street level and out into the milling throng of people below. How he hated the mediocre of the galaxy, their stench filled his nose now and left and acrid taste on his palate.*

*Striding down the heavily populated and crowded streets of the city, Az allows tiny amounts of the darkside to seep through him and out in to the people that surround him. Soon he finds the streets clearing before him. Not noticeably to those not looking, but enough to make his movements unhindered by the throng. People step quickly out of his way as subtle emotions of fear and concern wash over them. Yet as he passes the look at his back and wonder what the problem had been and why they had been concerned. Brushing the strange emotions away as just silly fancies the people return to their drudgery and never think twice about the strange hooded man who brushed pass them that day.*

*Winding his way through the crowded streets he turns a corner and before him is the imposing VSE HQ. The public front of the order and the center of their legitimate business ventures. Off to his left he can see the tip of the Giant Boob which oozes a thick white fluid in imitation of milk. A smile crosses his twisted features as he begins to the ascent towards the main entry of the building, up huge stairs and through ornately manicured gardens and spectacular waterfalls.
He could simply have landed the Seraphim in his private hangar and made his way to Shazza's offices through the secret ways that were set through every level, a security measure he had installed when the structure was erected many years ago. But he chose to walk, to view the city and look upon the citizens his brothers had taken under their charge.
Many did not understand Azrael, they only saw his brutal ways and vicious tactics. They cowered at the feats he undertook to ensure that what needed to be done was accomplished. But his true goal was galactic peace, war was not beneficial for any one. It was merely an unfortunate bi-product of the inevitable changes the people of this galaxy must face if they were ever to see lasting order. An order he and his brothers would bring once they crushed any and all opposition to their will.*

*Making his way through the palatial building that served as the front for all VSE operations, Az could not help but wonder at the necessity for such grandiose displays of supposed power. He knew that the real power behind the VSE was the force, not these common perceptions of power. Wealth and military might paled in comparison to the force. But these trappings gave the impression of power and aided in their imposing their will on others without having to resort to strength.

Entering a turbo lift in the center of the main foyer he inserts a small data chip which instantly locks the elevator off to any others entering and takes him immediately to the upper level and Shazza's offices.
As the door slides open with a hiss and thump two guards move before the door and level force pikes at his chest. They had not been told to expect a visitor and were guarding Shazza as to be expected. He could also feel several of the YVH-1s in their hidden alcoves activate and level weapons at him while simultaneously the rooms in built defenses came online. He only smiled.
It too moments only for the two guards to recognize him. While the officers at the main entry may be new and unaware of who he was, by face any way, these were seasoned guards and had likely served under Azrael in combat over the years.
With a fluid movement each guard stepped lithely back, lowered their weapons and swept a graceful bow, almost touching heads to knees. He touched each on the shoulder and smiled, as close to a smile as his twisted features could imitate.*
=Az=
Friends, those who have fought at my side need never bow.

*As they rose he could feel their pride rise with them and he nodded to himself. Loyalty was often won with simple words such as these as much as fear.
Continuing in to the lobby he made his way to shazza's private office quickly and entered without announcing himself. He found her leaned over her desk pouring over mounds of data pads and looking as radiant as ever. Her eyes rose and a snarl twisted her otherwise handsome features at being interrupted before recognition light her eyes.*
=Shazza=
Bout bloody time you made an appearance.
Been sotting yourself in a pub some where for the last few months have you?
No doubt to drunk to stand and spending our money on booze and Twilek wenches. How about the occasional holo-message to inform me of your whereabouts and movements you useless excuse for man.
*His smile broadened. He could not think of another being in the known galaxy, other than his brethren, who would dare speak to him as such and expect to live through it. He simply bowed low and smiled brightly while trying to look abashed.*

=Az=
My lady, my deepest apologies. Could I possibly trouble you for a cold coopers and a seat or have you more to admonish me over?

=Shazza=
Sit Az and I will get you a beer, useless drunk

*Fetching him a cold coopers from the esky by her table and a Corellian whiskey for herself she settled again at her chair and leaned over her desk to kiss his tattoo and scar covered face lightly.*
=Shazza=
It is good to see you old friend. There is much to discuss. I hope you are feeling attentive.
*Feigning disgust at the prospect of dealing with the inevitable tirade of reports Az cracked his stubby and sat still while the woman went through the details of their operations which she deemed he should know, often making reference about how much more easy Elaen was to deal with.

Towards the end she pulled a data disk from her drawer and handed it to him, explaining that a crew of archaeologists had recently stumbled upon a huge structure buried in the deepest equatorial forests of Thyferra which had seamed to been there for millenia. She explained that this was the only report to have made it back from the team and that all had vanished immediately after this was sent and the location and all members of the team were lost.*

*Sitting back in his chair Az examined the message and the images on the data pad. His breath caught in his chest, he had seen these types of structures before but could not place where or when. How could something like this have escaped his notice or the attention of his brothers. This was by all accounts a mammoth structure and even if buried in the middle of dense jungle he should have found in the force years ago.
A shudder rocked him where he sat and he stretched his awareness out, searching the planet for any signs of this building. He should have been able to locate it in seconds, but nothing appeared, the force showed him nothing.*

=Az=
This is most interesting Shaz, I think I will bring this to the attention of the Lords of the VSE. For now though lets get a drink and something to eat at the boob.

*Before taking Shazza by the arm and giving her pert choobies a little slap Az quickly downloads the info from the data pad to his wrist comlink and punches in the transmission code that would send the data to the other Lords on a secure channel. Attached to the info he typed a small note.*
:: My brothers.
This discover is most disturbing. How have we missed this structure in our long years on this planet and how can I still not feel its presence in the force.
We need to discuss this. I am on my way to take Shazza for a meal and talk, but tomorrow I will begin to search for this abnormality. Whatever I find I will notify you. Perhaps we should make a point of searching for this ourselves as it seemingly has no presence, or is somehow masked, in the force.

Contact me soon. ::

After an hour or so of pushing his speeder to it's limits, Carni entered the city of Xozhixi. It was hot as hell on the road, without the shade of the jungle trees. As he drove on, he had a few beers from a compartment he always kept some booze in. As he entered the city, he began looking for the inn he was supposed to meet Az. The streets were crowded, so Carni parked his speeder, and, taking one more beer with him for the road, he set out on foot. The "Last Candle inn" should not be far away. Pushing through the crowd, he slowly made his way toward the inn. "I have bad feeling about this" Carni muttered under his breath, and soon, he was lost in a swirl of his contemplations. Az was serious about this. And if he was serious, then there was trouble ahead.

-Citizen-
OW! Watch where you're going you idiot! Are you bloody blind?

Accidentally, he bumped into passer by, and he knocked the beer from his hand. From the back of his mind he heard the man, but his eyes only followed his can of beer, rolling down the street. Carni muttered something under his breath, and then was fully aware of the man's words. Two burning orbs suddenly flared to life, lashing at the man. Anger swelled in Carnifex, and darkness came to his summons. He bore into the man, now completely unaware of him, or his words. Carni's arm suddenly snapped up, channeling the Force and forming a clawed and bony hand in his mind. The hand shot at the man, gripping him by the throat, slowly snuffing the life out of him. With a flick of his hand and with a single thought, the man was sent crashing into a wall in a nearby alley. After a few brief moments, Carnifex walked out, leaving the corpse of the man who dared insult one of the VSE among the trash. The Dragoon was pleased.

He soon reached the "Last Candle inn" and entered. Az still wasn't here, Carni concluded as he surveyed the inn. He sat at the table, not caring about the eyes he drew upon himself. A waitress approached him.

-Waitress-
What's yer pleasure today?

-Carnifex-
A pint of Ozujsko beer and a shot of Slivovitz. Make it fast.

The fat waitress nodded, then left, and Carni just sat back, waiting for his brother to arrive.

The trees brushed up against the outer most fringes of the city with Ava sitting silently in their branches. Her body was tensed and crouched, the long scar still visible at the base of her forearm and beneath her wrist. A thin line of sweat gathered along her forehead dripping across and down the side of her cheek. The heat did not bother her, but it was difficult to keep up her "shell" with all the moisture in the air. With a sigh, her true skin rippled into sight, flakes of her "sell" littering the ground below as the bright blue and dark teal patterns ran along her visible torso and legs, winding up her arms and across her face.

Slithering out of the tree and into the shadows cast across the ground, she looked out at the distance between herself and the city. She was curious to see what other people lived upon this planet than the Sithlings. Did the common folk see the sith as lords, gods? Were they subjects to the whims of rather crazy and seemingly sex starved men... Ava took a moment to relay that thought back through her mind. She had only ever seen the two women at the wedding. The Ve and Nole pairing obviously from their banter. There were no women on this planet... impossible. Maybe just none wanting the sithlings. Yes that made far better sense. She giggled gently. That factoid had to sting the little boy's egos.

Carefully she picked her way through the streets searching for who knew what. She was just curious about these people. And maybe a little more curious about the Sithlings themselves.

*A little tweetle issued from Az's wrist bound comlink which stirred him from his beer. His eyes wondered over the string of symbols which scrolled across the communicators screen. Why did his astromech droid always revert to digital chat when he was excited, once again he promised himself to have the unusual droids memory wiped.
For now though he simply expanded his sphere of awareness and slowly pushed it out in waves until he located the shining force presence he sought. He knew at least some of his brethren would be on the planet and that they would search him out when theu received the message. Brewer, the droid, had been told to alert him should he detect any of the transponder signals of his brothers personal locators within the city. It was only a simple train of deduction that led him to assume one had arrived.
The brooding and intense presence that met his search could only belong to one man. A sudden spike in his anger and a burst of darkside energy confirmed his intuition as Carni unleashed his rage on an innocent some where not far from here. Az smiled and ordered another beer just as the doors of the inn flew open and his imposing figure entered the bar.
Slinking deeper into the shadowy corner he occupied Az sent a small tickle of the force to alert his brother of his position. Though he was sure Carni would know exactly where he was, manners were best in times like this. With that in mind he ordered three more beers for himself and one for his brother.*

He took a few good swings of his beer, then downed the shot of Slivovitz in one go. The waitress approached him again.

-Waitress-
Sir, that will be ten cre-

Carni cut her off in mid sentence, waving her to go away, but she was adamant.

-Carni-
Damnit woman, just put it on Elaen's tab and leave me alone.

He wanted to send her off with a nice Force Push, but decided against it. It would probably be better to keep a low profile. The woman glared at him, then slowly walked away. He felt a thug through the Force and immediately knew his brother was here. He downed his beer, and went to join Az in a far shadowy corner of the inn. He flashed Az a smile, then sat down, taking one of the pints. The sense of urgency he felt before increased now, as he looked into his brother's eyes. This was indeed serious.

-Carni-
There is trouble mate? What's going on?

*The door to the 'Last Candel Inn' opens with a streak of light and a deep booming voice.*

'So I said to him....You call that a saber! Its more of a shoto!

*As the voices in the bar go silent, all attention is turned to the figure casting the shadow from the door way. One by one, the patrons of the Inn turn their attention back to their drinks, shrinking into their seats in a vain attempt to go unnoticed by te Sith standing there with a grin on his face.

Targus mused it was always fun to play with the commoners. They lived a realtivly carefree life, living under the protectoion of the VSE flag, the VSE letting them go about their daily lives as long as they worked hard and caused no trouble. But every now and then, they should be reminded of who the bosses were.

Targus could smell the fear in the room, it was thick and cloying and it was like ambrosia to him. He inhaled deeply, sucking that fear in and feeling the Darkside in his veins burn in response.*

*Smiling, he reaches out with the Force and grabs ahold of one of the occupied chairs, a chair that a heavy set Gamorrean was using to play some sort of card game. Clentching his fist, he causes the chair buckle and break.*

*With a thump that reverberates across the bar, the Gamorrean hits the ground, sending the cards flying and squewiling like a stuck pig.*

'HAHAHHAAHHAAHHAHAAHHA. The fat pig broke the chair!

*The gamorrean stands up, the rage he was feeling at his humilation written clearly across his face. He turned to look at Targus, taking a step towards him and hand reaching for its blaster. Targus stands there and just raises and eyebrow.

Like the sun breaking through clouds, understand dawns on the Gamorrean. The features of rage quickly change to fear as it slowly realises what it was about to do. With a panicked look around, it makes a break for it and jumps out the window.*

*Satisified the point had been made, he strolls over to the others, grabing a whiskey from the nearby waiter. Sipping it, he nods over to Azrael and Carni.*

'Bantha breeders. Whats doing.

*The rather buxom waitress arrives with Az's three beers just in time for him to finish two before the doors of the cantina swing open and the presence he had felt for a few minutes swept in. Every eye turned to the man he called brother as he entered and Az could nearly taste the fear that flooded the room.
These people had chosen to drink in a bar that now occupied more of the dread lords of the VSE than most were ever likely to see. To many of these people the men now seated at the table in a shadowy corner and the one just entering through the door were more like stories they told misbehaved children to frighten them until they behaved than the walking nightmares that now impinged on their waking lives.
A tingling sensation told him that Targus had altered the force a little and suddenly a large Gamorrean collapsed into a heap on the floor grunting and moaning, looking around for some one to blame. His face blanched when he noticed Targus staring at him, a broad challenging smile on his face as he reached for a beverage.

Az polished off another cold coopers and motioned for the bar wench to bring him and his companions more to drink as he kicked a chair back for his newly arrived brethren to sit.*
=Az=
Bloke

-Carnifex-
So you say we got some visitors here? And all this time they were hiding from us in the jungles?

Carni spoke in a low tone, casually sipping his beer. He then lit a smoke and motioned for the waitress to bring more beer. There was just no rest for the wicked...As expected, the two Sith Lords drew many eyes upon them. He knew they all felt an unnatural fear, a deathly chill biting into their bones. A gust of wind washed over Carni's face, and he immediately felt the presence of his brother making a dramatic entrance. He smiled when he saw the overgrown pig squealing as it fell from the chair, then tucking his tail between his legs as Targus challenged him to do something about it. Seems those pigs have some gray matter between their ears...or was it an instinct for survival? He brushed the thoughts from his mind.

-Carnifex-
Good to see you brother. He turned his attention to Az You say there is something on Thyferra that we knew nothing about? And you wish to go looking for it? Az...those jungles are vast my friend. We could spend an eternity looking for whatever it is. Do we have any leads?

*Graps a chair, spinning it around so that he could have clear and unobstructed view of the room and more importantly the door. Sitting down, he leans back, rocking on two legs. He arranges his robe so the gun on his right hip was clearly visable and turns his attention to his brothers.*

*He knew something important was going on, the Enclave would not have been called had it been a minor thing, each Lord more than capable in their own right. No, it must be something quite serious, something that might need the whole might of the VSE to deal with.

Targus felt a rush course his body at that thought. Perhaps at last, this would be something that tested him. It had been too long since he last pitted his strenght against something worthy. He was growing bored and complacent with the day to day life the Universe offered.

Catching the last of Carni's words, a frown creases his brow. An other temple? In the Jungle and one they knew nothing about? This did not seem possible. The VSE had been living on Thyferra for many years now and they knew most it like the back of there beer drinking hand.

If this was true, then it needed to be investigating. The sheer possiblities of this find could be staggering. It could be a long lost temple to a older sith order and the secrets it contained could open new avenues of power. But then again, it would most likley be some barberic old monument to a forgotten race who were too weak to survive for long. A heathen place of worship to thier pitiful gods.*

*Taking a sip of the whiskey, he lets the fluid burn its way down to his stomach and leans forward.*

'A temple heh? Thats interesting indeed. But I think we should wait for the others to get here before we get into deatils, it will save you explaning yourself twice and we can formulate a plan toghether.

=Az=
So far my brothers, all we know is that there a local scientist has uncovered what appears to be a structure half buried in the jungle some where near the equator.
The scant data retrieved and transmitted before the disappearance of the researcher and his team was on the coded transmission I sent you.
*Taking a long drink from his now half empty bottle of coopers he nods to a waitress who brings two more for him and another round for the other men.*

=Az=
The coordinates where lost, but we can narrow it down to any significant land masses along the planets equator.
Most disturbing, for me, is that the temple I built is on the equator. It is a line of some considerable power for Thyferra and that it should be inhabited by such a structure and none of us have ever noted it seams odd.
This alone warrants further investigation.

*Finishing his open stubby he takes time to scratch his nads for a moment before cracking the next and finishing it in one long gulp.*

=Az=
I agree with Targus here, lets wait for some of the others and then set out to locate this and any information the researches may have uncovered before they vanished.
What do you think brothers, and sister.

*With the last he winked at Tagus and smiled.*

'Az, if you wink at me again, I will make you air tight with your beer bottles. No shut up with the prattle and lets get drinking. I want to be well wasted by the time we head out in the jungle.

*The tone is jovial and light, but he would see through with his threat if he had to. But a part of wonders how much Az would actually enjoy that....*

Dust cyclones stirred on this edge of town as Ava stalks down the silent streets. Her eyes darted back and forth searching the alleyways for potential threats. Truth be told, the city made her far more nervous than the dense jungle full of "monsters." She sighed thinking things through her mind, somewhat out loud in her Thallassan speaking thoughts.

~There are no monsters in nature, all the wild things are perfectly working within their niches. No monsters until they become self-aware. Like monkeys...or crickets...~

Her upper lip turned towards the sky in slight disgust. She had yet to see an actual Thyferran, but she was not altogether keen on such an idea. Underwater insects were fine...as long as they weren't attached to your skin and sucking out your needed juices...but when it came to land insects...

Ava shuddered, the wind tickling at the back of her neck and a presence coming from the same direction. Slowly she turns to see who might be coming up on her.

*Reign's "Banshee" comes soaring in on a low-altitude approach, headed straight for the series of small docking bays not far from Shazza's office in Xozhixi. He hits the breaks quite sharply as he comes in to land, dodging past a shuttle just taking off and coming within metres of crashing into a large duracrete building. Setting her down, Reign quickly disembarks before stopping dead still and closing his eyes. Drawing on the darkside of the Force, he gathers himself for several moments before sending out a large pulse of Force energy designed to act almost like a form of echo-location. After a few seconds, Reign has narrowed down the rough location of Azrael and Targus and Carnifex, and he sets out in that direction. Indeed, having all three of them together acted almost like a beacon of darkside energy.

Reign passes down two alleys, crosses several streets, and just before he reaches the entrance to the building where he believes his friends to be located, he spots the most gorgeous buxom blonde he can remember seeing in the past few months; a tall woman with long flowing locks and curves in all the right places. Reaching out with telekinesis, Reign flicks her on the bum to cause her to stop and turn around, and then he sidles straight up to her with a cheeky grin*

"G'day good-looking! What brings you to this part of town?"

*Natasha feels the flick on her butt and turns to find a particularly attractive and well-dressed man approach her with a pick-up line worthy of a cheesy holovid star. But handsome or not, he doesn't particularly impress her at all, notwithstanding the fact that she is already taken, and she is not the type to take well to random pick-up attempts; something that a woman of her beauty has to deal with far too often. She turns to her right and glances towards her husband who had just walked out of a shop directly across from the Last Candle Inn, then grimaces slightly as she tips her head in Reign's direction. The husband, a rather protective bloke right on 7 foot and packing more muscle than a Wookiee, immediately gets the hint and takes a couple of quick steps forward, grabbing Reign from behind, lifting him two feet up, and hurling him through the door of the Last Candle Inn*

*For the first time in a long time, Reign's senses provide very little warning of impending danger, and he barely has a chance to turn before he is seized and hefted off the ground. A second later, he is flying straight through the door of the Last Candle Inn with a bang, landing on his side and skidding to a halt at the foot of a chair bearing a particularly amused Bothan who looks on the verge of a smartarse comment. From his position of the floor, Reign growls, throwing a Force Push straight up at the Bothan's jaw, breaking it and sending the Bothan careening into another patron, who splutters at having his beer split but wisely decides not to act. Reign then climbs to his feet and dusts himself off before looking around - he spots Azrael and Tagus and Carnifex at a table over in one corner and calls out to them*

"G;day chaps. I'll be right back."

*Storming back out the door with a murderous expression on his face, Reign strides after the couple who were now a fair way down the street and just about to climb into a landspeeder. Reign calls out to the monster of a man as he approches them*

"Hey! Big fella.... You ever heard of William Reign?"

*Natasha and her hubby Lucas are strolling down the street towards their speeder, laughing about the latest man to have suffered the consequences of trying to crack onto her. But she cuts off mid giggle when she hears the same voice as before call out from behind, though this time it is filled with such an icy coldness that it sends a shiver down her spine. She and Lucus both turn around to watch the man approach. She gives him a closer eye this time, noticing things she hadn't paid any attention to before. The telltale hint of a scar going from his left eye to his left ear, the pistols at his waist and the sword at his back. Then he asks the dreaded question.... 'You ever heard of William Reign?' ....and both she and Lucas go deathly pale. One did not lightly invoke the name of a Lord of the VSE, and though William Reign had not been seen on Thyferra in some time, nearly everybody on the planet knew his name. Rightly fearing the worst, the 7ft beast of a man known as Lucas begins to stammer, not quite able to come up with the words to apologise or explain...but it wouldn't matter even if he did. His life was forfeit*

*The instant Reign mentions his own name, he sees their expressions change as they realise the error of their arrogance, and it pleases him to know that this man will know who kills him. Reign allows his indignation to resolve into wrath, and focuses that wrath into a conduit for a flood of darkside energy, which he then channels into his right fist. A faintly glowing shimmer of energy surrounds it just before Reign slams it forward fast towards the chest of the man before him, targeting the area just below the solar plexus. Such is the power of the Hammer Strike that it penetrates straight through the fleshy matter, leaving a gaping hole once Reign retracts his bloodied fist. Ignoring the dying man who had now collapsed to his knees as he gasped out his last breaths, Reign locks eyes with the buxom blonde.*

"I would never ever punish a woman for rejecting me, but what I dont accept is the disrespect. I imagine I am not the first man your husband has manhandled, but I am definately the last."

*Natasha simply stares at Reign in complete shock, her brain hardly able to comprehend and process what had just happened. In the space of a moment her life had been completely torn apart and for what? Her mind flashes back to her third date, when Lucas had broken a man's arm for wolf-whistling her. At the time it had made her feel special, but now...? Only with his dying breath had she learned the truth of the old maxim that there is always a bigger fish in the sea. Intense hatred floods through her as she watches Reign walk away, and she wishes with all her heart that Reign himself would soon meet a 'fish' bigger than he was; one that would give him the slow and excruciating death she thought he deserved*

*Reign can see the girl go into shock - it was something he'd seen many times before - and he doesn't bother to waste any more time with her, instead turning to walk back up the street. All around, he can feel the stares and beneath that, the intense undercurrent of shock and fear and awe that pervaded the street. They knew who he was now, and they feared him, but their fear was like water off a ducks back - he ignored them all. Once back at the Last Candle Inn, Reign pushes aside the olden-style door that was now attached by only a single hinge, and makes his way over to his friends table before pulling up a side and reaching for one of Azrael's beers with a blood-soaked hand. Making sure he slobbers all over the bottle mouth before Az can steal it back, he throws out a nonchalent greeting*

"Brothers. What's news?"

*The commotion and loud thunk announces an unusually ungraceful entrance of his brother Reign as he is hurled bodily through the door way to the cantina they were waiting in. Almost without thought Az fills himself with the force and his hand moves towards his blade, but the casual greeting and the air of annoyance in his brothers aura suggests that whoever had managed to sneak up on him was now in for a rather unpleasant discovery.
Relaxing in his chair he expands his sphere of awareness to encompass the area outside the door on the street and watches through the force as Reign dispatches of a man who's force presence and aura turns rapidly from anger to deathly fear just in time to welcome death.

Sauntering back in Reign takes a seat and Az slings a beer across the table.*
=Az=
The usual old mate, drinking.................. yeah.
I guess we have something to attend later, but it has been a long time between drinks with us. So polish that then maybe a bottle of rum for the table and one for you.
Did you get my transmission. I assume so if your here. We need Bestial as well before we move.

After downing his pint, Carni let out a monstrous belch, slightly amplified by the Force. "Excuse me..." he muttered under his breath. The entire inn went quiet as the belch resonated against the walls, faces turning at the gathered Sith Lords. Another crashing sound filled the inn as the doors were splintered and Reign entered head first, smashing one of the tables as he fell to the floor. "What the kriff..." Carni muttered as he stood up grabbing the slender hilt of the Spine almost simultaneously with Az. When he saw Reign's smile he relaxed a bit, but still wondered who the hell threw his brother like that. When finally Reign sat at their table, Carni nodded, his lips curling into a smile.

-Carni-
What was that, brother? Caught off guard? HAHAHAHA!!! Good to see you again. Where is Leto? I thought he'd come with you. CHEERS mates!

He said as he raised his new pint into the air. He downed the pint and wiped his mouth with his sleeve.

-Carni-
What do you say we set out? This revelation seems important. Leto will catch up to us...