Slowly, Carnifex opened his eyes. It was damn hot today, so he reached inside his robes and produced a can of ice cold beer (Gmed of course), paying no attention to Dralin. He cracked it open and took a long sip, unbuckled his cape, and pulled the cowl from his face. He was feeling good today. So he let Dralin's remark about his state slide this time. He opened himself up to the Force, drawing the power of his surroundings into his mind and bending it to his will. As he expanded his dark aura, he pushed his mind into Dralin's, probing, but soon gave up. This technique only showed emotions on the surface. What Carnifex wanted to see was buried much, much deeper, and he had the perfect way to do it.

When they met, Carnifex clearly felt that his apprentice had a strong connection with the Force. How broad was his smile when he learned that he escaped from the clutches of the Jedi. Yes...he will be a powerful asset. All Carnifex had to do was break down the mental barriers that could hold him back. And then, and only then, would the Dark side be his ally. No, not ally. A servant.

Without a word, Carnifex got up and his left snapped up, as he began channeling his power through it. He focused on a large tree stump, roughly 150 centimeters in diameter. It wouldn't be an easy thing to pull as Carnifex never cared about the subtle ways of telekinesis, but what he was doing now was pretty much basic. And little by little the rotten roots buried deep in the earth snapped and gave way, and the stump was soon lazily levitating a few meters from the ground. His expression was completely emotionless, despite the strain, for the stump weighed 200 kilos, maybe more.

And without a thought, he threw the thing right at Dralin. He didn't care if he was strong enough to stop the stump. If he isn't, then he's better off dead anyway. For Carnifex had no use for weaklings.

-Dralins thought-
My force sense is tingling!!!!! what the f%@&!!

Dralins eyes slowly opened and he saw this huge tree flying ferociously toward him. he didnt even hear carni get up but heard the beer can open. quickly he stood up pushing all his force to the centre of his hands hoping to knock the tree away. he expanded the force stored in his hands to the tree feeling the weight of it in his mind and the harshness of the damage it could cause. the tree was slowing in speed but was still fast enough to crush dralin. he pushed his hands out as if he were throwing them at carni who was behind the tree. still dralin struggled to control its movement, wanting to give up the thought of failure cursed throught him knocking his concentration slightly, immediatly the force errupted from his body whirling around him,he knew he might not be able to control it after what happend last time, he gathered it all up in to a ball the size of a table. he brought it toward him them pushed it at the tree, it hit the tree changing its collision course back to were it was.

Dralin was breathless and left with little energy and force. He struggled to stay standing but remained still catching his breath. Dralin looked straight at carnis scarred face waiting for something else to happen.

"Good..." Carni thought. Dralin had strength, he had the willpower and he knew how to focus it all. The Force was strong in him. But still, he had to harness the power of the Dark Side without it consuming him. So far, the Jedi trained him well. But now, the time came to break his mind and release the rage inside him so that there are no barriers that would hold his power back.

"Come." Carni said in a calm and cold voice, that was also commanding. He pulled the cowl low over his face and went to the hanger bay, where the Rusty Bucket was docked. Soon, the pile of bolts came to life and the two took off, leaving Thyferra.

*After a brief stop to clothe and arm himself, now looking as nothing had changed, Targus steps out of the Temple and waits in the training ground. Running his fingers around the hilt of his lightsabers, he looks up at the sky awaiting the transport that he knew would be coming. As he looks up at the firmament above, he feels his nerves tingle, the Force whispering in his ear, seductive intense whispering.

As he listens, he frowns, a scowl of annoyance creasing his features. He wanted more time to adjust to his new state and plot the course of revenge. But it would seem that time was now of the essence. Things were transpiring in the Universe, fates twirling and twisting and it was creating a series of...opportunities that he would be wise to exploit if he wanted to cause maximum harm and chaos with minimal work.*

'Your ship had best be here soon, or it will have one less passenger to carry.

*He had directed his voice to Harm without even turning his head, trusting that she would be close behind him.*

Harm moved onto the training grounds from the temple, and a wave of intense wet heat hit her like a ton of bricks. The air on Thyferra could take your breath away. Targus had a lead of several meters. The shuttle could now be heard clearing the tree tops as he spoke.

"I see the machismo of the Jen'jidai increases exponentially when slighted." Harm checked to make sure her lightsaber was still at her hip. The guan dao still lay against the side of the temple. When she reached for it, a purple spark of Force energy shocked her. "Sithspit." She shook her wrist sharply trying to dislodge the pain caused by the spark. The temple was seething in darkside energy. She gripped the weapon quickly, but the discharge was past.

The shuttle landed, the ramp lowered and Bezix stepped down from the shuttle in a deep bow to Targus.

:: We are at your service, my Lord. To what coordinates would you choose to travel? ::

The Ubese did not remove her helmet. To do so would be a fatal mistake. Inside the helmet was the proper mix of air her body required. The oxygen rich atmosphere of Thyferra would not mix well. She did however spare a glance at Harm. Inwardly she smiled to know that some damage had come to the woman. But such was the way of simple rivalry between potential students.

She turned her full attention back to Targus, awaiting his orders. Harm made her way towards the shuttle to board it, unsure what the proper etiquette was around Targus. She stood behind him and to his left slightly so as not to further unnerve him, though it was unlikely he was unnerved to begin with.

*Targus walks up to the ship, already lost in deep thought. The words uttered barley registering with him as he makes his way up the boarding ramp. Half way up the ramp, he turns to stare back at the Temple.

The black stone of the temple, sitting in the middle of the jungle seemingly absorbing the light shining from above. A perpetual gloom and air of menace soaking the air. The pall of the Dark swirling around it in visible arcs of power, a testament to the power it was harnessing.

As his eyes take in the detail, the feel of the power, Targus sighed deeply, drinking it in. There were few place in the Universe where the power of the Dark flowed as strongly as it did here and there was no where else in the Universe that Targus had ever called home. The waning of the power of the people who had built the Temple has not diminished its magnificence. While the VSE grey stale and stagnant, it remained strong and awe inspiring. It would remain so even years from now, when the name of the VSE was only mentioned in legends and tales designed to scare children. The names of Azrael, Highlandus, Elaen, Trampy, Emo and Jesus would eventually fade over time, but the stones would endure.

The very thought filled Targus with bile and loathing. Loathing that the once mighty order of Sith was no more and that he had played a part in that. It had started with the Iron Fists and continued with the Dark Jedi. The slow eroding of what they stood for as an order stolen as those who were friends and allies impressed their beliefs on them. Weakening them with their own ideals on and lessening their spirit.

But no more. Targus had had a reawakening and the truth was now clear to him. He would make those responsible suffer the same fate as those of the VSE. He would teach them the lesson of revenge and in doing so, perhaps he would redeem himself enough to feel privileged to walk with his fellow BigWheels in the river of the Force.

He was under no illusions to where his path would take him, death holding no fear for him. As long as he could make them suffer as he had. The hate and rage of his true heritage was now burning bright within, his internal fires re-stoked and made hot.

He knew where he had to go and who he had to confront. For while he was to blame, there was another who was equally culpable in the decent of the VSE, one who should be shown the error of his ways and shown how far he had left the path of brotherhood.

Reign.

The last remaining BigWheel and now leader of the Dark Jedi. A person he called friend, brother, companion. A person he was now determined to kill. He would wreck havoc with his brothers new order, a task made all the easier by the trust he had with him and just before it all crashes down, he would reveal himself as the perpetrator and show him the path of salvation.

Etching the temple into his mind, locking the power of it into his spirit, the runes on his skin flashing, Targus takes one last look at his home, for the last time. Turning he walks the rest of the ramp and into the ship, locking eyes with those already there, acknowledging them for the first time and takes a seat.*

'Munnilist.

As soon as all were aboard, the ship rose from Thyferra's surface. The temple gleamed in the light of the setting sun, and smoke rose in a haze over the vast forests. Harm gazed out the view port at the sky growing darker as they rose. There was total silence in the ship. All the soldiers twiddled their thumbs or sat with their eyes closed.

Bezix was at the helm concentrating on getting out of the system. There was very little conflict moving in orbit now. She pulled the throttle so that they rocketed on towards the point where they could escape to Hyperspace.

Harm raised an eyebrow at Targus. "Reign and yourself were lords of that temple?" Harm had not gone sight seeing while inside the temple, but when one accidentally stumbles into the library to see a hanging portrait of the VSE "Bigwheels" gathered round their sacred cucumber, it was a bit puzzling. "You worship something called a 'cuke?' This is an important Force artifact?"

Bezix snorted at the question before punching the ship into the rift of hyperspace.