Hangar Bay

*Ross took his helmet off and followed after Piteaos*

*Piteos' fighter craft lands in the hangar, hurried and awe struck Jawa move to receive him. A gong sounded deeper in the fortress of the return of Zenchou Piteos, his long awaited return hadn't phased the workers and guards of the fortress. They had awaited his return, and had properly cared for all of the fortress and the pathway to the Obsidian Temple.*

*Piteos descends from the ladder platform, and immediately heads to leave the Fortress and continue on towards the Temple. The Jawa flooded away from him, leaving him be, as they could tell their Master had plans of his own return that differed from the workers. A few of the jawa scatter off to tell the others to postpone the festivities as their Lord had business to attain to.*

*Piteos makes his way into the hangar from a small path that led to a small outpost on the ridge of the forest surrounding the fortress. He climbs up the ladder into the cockpit into his TIE-D and powered it up. In moments the fighter craft was lifting up and heading into the orbit.*

*The TIE-D lands and the Jawas empty the ship. They had already begun the cloning process, but it would be sometime before they could bring back their ruler.*

*An unnaturally pale Piteos enters the hangar bay. His face however wore not its usual expression, now it his eyes were open, allowing his grey eyes to be seen, and the usual feigned smile was gone and instead a blank expression was worn. No longer wearing his usual black hakama set he now wore humble clothing of a pale colour. It was a simple off tan tunic pants and boots, as well as pale coloured cloak. His hair had been shaved completely leaving him bald. He heads to a console and begins typing furiously. The coded language a series of odd symbols that only him and his Jawa assistants seemed to know. The few pupils that had remained at the fortress to study the holocrons that Piteos had left never seemed to touch or venture near any of the computer appliances.

After printing out several documentation slips and programming a few encoders on his TIE/D he headed towards his most trusted vessel. The TIE/D had numerous modifications related to the more clandestine of businesses. It was now registered to Láimhe Báis, a ex-pilot from Sushi City.

He boarded his TIE/D and started up the ship. The roar of the twin ion engines filled the dead quiet Hangar bay. Several Jawas shuffled to move to wave glowing red lights about as if they were guiding Piteos out. The ship rose up sharply and hovered still in place for the briefest of moments before moving out of the hangar bay and streaking off into the clear night sky to join the stars.*

*A TIE-D lands and is quickly attended to by various Jawas. Out of the top hatch climbs a young man wearing bone pale green robes and tunic. He had hidden two bone hilted lightsabers, and across his back was strung his characteristic katana. He moved swiftly from the hangar bay and further into his fortress. It was hollow save for the Jawa servants and the few droids that were kept by them.

Láimhe Báis had not been home for quite some time but news had spread across the galaxy speaking of new Orders and Empires rising and falling. It would only be a matter of time before someone saught him out, and he would wait here where they would know he could be found or at least communicated to from.*

*Láimhe Báis entered the Hangar, it had been some time since had last been here. Where he had tucked away inside is fortress for the duration of his absence only he knew. No longer wearing the bone pale robes in exchange for his usual black kimono and haori. On his back were his usual weapons. The only difference between his physical form that most would recognize, and his new look was the complete absence of hair on his head and that he was a few years younger than he normally was.

He moved to a work bench and powered it on, waiting for the Holovid to begin playing the recorded news and messages he may have received during his meditations and physical training.*

The blast doors of the hangar bay hadn't been opened for some time. When they did, it was done so with groans and shrieks as metal met rust and brushed it aside. This would naturally stir alarm among the guards, as no one had been expected.

Natural light seemed an alien thing here, and when the hangar bay doors permitted the sun to enter, it was an alien world. This world existed only for a second before the hangar was once again shrouded in shadow as a generic shuttle baring old codes slipped through the portal and entered the embrace of the ancient fortress.

Touching down with a steady hum, the shuttle depressurized, and a walkway descended, tapping against the ground with a soft ring as metal met stone. Then the passenger disembarked the shuttle, walking down the ramp and into the vision of the man at the work bench.

Much like he, this man was once a familiar individual, yet time had changed his appearance. No longer did he come in heavy brute like armor, flaunting silver hair in a loose pony tale. Instead, he wore flowing black robes, with one large pauldron, a forearm bracer, a full gauntlet, and two boots that connected to shin braces. On his head was a helmet carved of bone and metal. Laimhe would not see the ice blue eyes of the man he once knew, as they were shrouded behind the black, soulless eyes of the helmet that he wore. But Laimhe would know, he would know that this was Nexus that he looked upon

The man slowed his descent as he neared the end of the ramp, then walked a few steps on the black marble before coming to a halt. His hands held no weapons, though the hilts on his hip, and the sword slung across his back were easily visible. Turning his head towards the man who had once gone by the name of Zenchou Piteos, Nexus spoke. His voice was low, and deep, yet it rumbled through the hall.

"You have changed..."

That was all he said. No hello, or other form of greeting. His words were as cold as ice; to the guards, these men could be mistaken for enemies rather than old brothers in arms.

*Without turning his gaze from the Holoscreen, Láimhe nodded. Such a subtle gesture was all that it took for the guards to resume their normal duties and return to the posts. Not only that, but the Jawas moved to the alien craft and began filling it, and repairing any exterior damage.

Láimhe closed the screen and stood up and turned and looked to the man who had so brazenly entered his domain. A domain where only his acolytes, jawas, and guards had bothered to remain. A solitary man in essence and being.*

"So have you." *His lips didn't seem to move, and his voice carried out from his actual body. The tone was as icy and cold as it had ever been.* "So what brings you here after all this time? War, peace, business, or information trade?"

*Never had Zenchou Piteos been a man for words, unless they were aimed to strike out at another's beliefs. He hadn't actually spoke since he left Honoghrr while he was attempting to infiltrate the LAN or what ever their foolish governing body was calling itself these days.*

"Duty"

The word rung out from Nexus' mask; it was a curious sight to see two men speak without moving mouths. Nexus' own mouth was covered by the smooth bone exterior of his mask, which only had eyes. Duty he said, with such determination that it could very well upset a normal man. But not Zenchou, Nexus believed that his old friend and comrade was made of different stuff.

"I come to you, a man reborn, new of both flesh and mind. Something I know you are not unfamiliar with. The galaxy changes, as it always had, though now it has changed more drastically than before. The jedi unite, as do the sith, yet both are content to hide in fortresses...they do not fight."

Nexus paused for a moment, sweeping the walls and floor of the hanger; his mask moved ever so subtly, though his eyes did most of the sweeping.

"Without order, nothing exists...but without chaos nothing evolves. I come to you as a brother and a friend, as a comrade. I come to you to remind you of your duty. It is a duty that you and I share, as men of a higher perception...We must sew this chaos upon the galaxy..."

Nexus stopped speaking, and instead watched the man in front of him. He analyzed him; his body language, his eyes, everything. He wondered how hard it would be to have Piteous join his cause.

*Piteos stood there. Silver eyes stared into the hollowed holes of the mask that stared back into the undead being. The normally quickly spoken being, now stood here. Not lost for words, but the rememberance of words spoken to a brother in arms. Piteos felt as if the words had been spoken minutes ago but knew that years perhaps even decades had passed.* "Duty or chaos?"

*His twisted half smirk spread over his now hairless face. Silver eyes showing the true colours, of the being once a man, colours of a sanguine tint.* "Chaos is the only truth of this plane." *His silver eyes cooling as he spoke.* "Sowing chaos, disestablishmentation, and removing that which is weak is no duty. It what is required to exist honourably."

*His left hand moved swiftly to his obi and rested on the hilt of his tanto.* "So, I'm guessing it's time for the Order of Chaotic Predation to be shown to others." *Piteos' using his right hand reveals his data gauntlet worn on his left forearm. After a few short moments of him fiddling with the screen he removed a data chip and handed it to Nexus.*

*The smile faded completely and Piteos said quite plainly.* "Where to first?"

Nexus reached forth, accepting the data chip with his gauntlet covered hand. As he took it, he closed his fingers around it and pulled his arm back down to his side.

"The galaxy shall label us as forsworn, as we have broken the shackles of the petty creeds we once followed."

When Piteos asked the question Nexus had been waiting for, he felt a slight smile grace his lips; his brother had joined his cause without so much as a question. Piteos and Nexus shared a great many ideals, and the perpetuation of chaos was one which brought them together in this instance.

"I have already struck a blow in the galaxy, razing the Stratablock 7 and Mordeilbo district of Metellos; I put all who fled to the sword, and gave all who fought an honorable death. Even so, I fear the galaxy has not taken notice of what we have set into motion...We need to make a statement..."

Perhaps to Piteos' surprise, Nexus went silent for a moment, as though he was in deep contemplation, or perhaps he was simply trying to make for dramatic effect. Either way, after a few long seconds he spoke again.

"Unfortunately we are not yet strong enough to face a full military force. We must build ourselves and learn about our enemies...As I recall, you once ran an espionage organization. Perhaps we can put those skills to use. Send forth your best spies to gather intel for us. Send a handful to Coruscant, have them as ears to give us leads...as for the others, send them to our first set of targets and leads. Send one to Naboo, one to Korriban, one to Mandalore, and one to Bespin...I am sure you know what to do from there."

Nexus looked at the guards by the door, and the jawas that tinkered with his ship. He wondered how many of them would act as spies for Piteous; he wondered how many secrets his brother in chaos held behind these walls.

"I shall go to bring more to our cause. If you know of any who will be valuable, I suggest you contact them and bring them to us. We shall meet again in two moon cycles to see what progress has been made. Do you approve of these plans?"

There were no leaders in the Order of Chaos, all were equal until slain or proven unworthy of power. Such as this was, it made Nexus and Piteous brothers in fellowship.

"Strength has never lied within numbers. A full military force often finds itself exposed and destroyed by small select groups. And don't worry, I can dispatch some of my operatives to the planets necessary. They do not operate a lone units though, but as teams of three. One of my Acolytes and two Jawa retrieval specialists will be sent out to those and any other planet needed." *A completely apathetic tone. His icy voice rolled forth from behind slightly gapped unmoving lips.*

*Piteos signaled to one of the Jawas. Once the jawa neared he spoke again.* "I need five teams. Send a team to each of these planets: Mandalore, Bespin, Coruscant, Naboo, and Korriban. SOP, EDT setup." *With that the Jawa hurried off into the fortress to carry out his task. The Jawa knew every task from Piteos was one that if failed or was ignored ended in fatal reprimand.*

"I know few if any in this galaxy. Names, faces all fade with time aside from a few. Do read the information I handed you, it has been shared with only few in the Universe. Return when ever you wish, your quarters have not been touched Nexus. Now let's see how long the names order, harmony, and peace survive once Chaos has been embraced."

*Piteos stood still and looked off towards the gathering Jawas.* "Should you return, know that I will be on Naboo. I will contact you once I'm on Naboo from a secure line."

Nexus nodded as Piteos confirmed the plan, watching the man through the abyssal eye-holes of his armor. As he mentioned the disk, Nexus cast a downward glance at his left hand, which clutched the combination of metal, fiber-optics and energy.

"I will be ready for it..."

The mention of his quarters caused Nexus to let out a gravelly chuckle.

"That old place? Good. Perhaps I will rest here tonight. I sustained injuries on Metellos that I need to tend to. Thank you for this...brother...and may chaos walk in stride with you."

With those words, Nexus looked to his shuttle and raised his right hand with his palm turned upward. The walkway that was deployed retracted to the ship. When the clank of metal on metal confirmed that the door was shut, Nexus looked at Piteos one last time before walking past him, to the door that led into the familiar old fortress.

The hangar bay was filled with activity- something that it had grown unaccustomed to. Guards grumbled between one another about how Nexus' arrival made their job far more annoying than it was on a regular basis. The hangar was even more active than when Nexus arrived. This time, the hangar hosted a large public transport ship, that was brought in by Lord Nexus.

The transport ship had its cargo unloaded and cast haphazardly on the western wall in a large unorganized pile. While the jawas went through the cargo, shuttles carrying forsworn Reavers entered the hangar bay, unloading troops before lifting off and disappearing before returning momentarily. The shuttles dropped off batch after batch of Reavers, who formed up in front of the large public transport, awaiting their commander and their orders.

Then Nexus came, garbed in the same attire that he wore when he first arrived, wearing the same helmet, the one wrought of bone and metal that hid his face. The soldiers straightened as their Forsworn commander entered the hangar. Nexus examined them for a few seconds, before heading over to the Jawas who were separating valuable salvage from useless items. Nexus exchanged a few words with them before returning to the ranks of his troops. He stood in front of the formation to address them.

"I am told that this ship is scheduled to arrive at Naboo. Well, it may be late, but it will reach its destination. Does anyone want to visit the peaceful planet?"

His troops roared in affirmation. Naboo was a planet built upon peace and economy; it was ripe for the picking, and the loot there was legendary. However, Naboo was also known to attract the attention of the jedi, which discouraged most attackers. However, the Forsworn were not most attackers, and Nexus would be in and out before the jedi would have a chance to respond.

"We are going to Theed, disguised as travelers. Once the ship lands, you will each head to your designated quadrants and begin your raid. We will attack simultaneously, giving the defense force the trouble of orchestrating an effective defense."

By now the Jawas had made their way to the ranks and were distributing clothes that would conceal the men's armor and weapons, allowing them to slip through the spaceport without notice. With the element of surprise against them, Naboo forces would be in utter disarray for a fair period of time. This raid was a cake walk. Even so, Nexus would not allow for his men to let their guard down.

Taking a robe for himself, Nexus shrouded his armor, and pulled up the hood to hide his helmet. Once all of the men were garbed in travelers robes, they made their way onto the ship, taking with them several crates of cargo that held less than legal ordinance, taken from Piteous' armory. With the cargo and men aboard the ship, the public transport lifted from the ground of the hangar, backing out into the open air. Turning as it banked, the ship glided out of the fortress and took to the sky, entering orbit.