The villain returns home

[Agon]

"You should probably put that away, traitor," rasped a voice on steady approach. From the shadows walked the imposing Agon, a Sith Warrior who himself was making his return. His, however, was leave granted for personal training and not born of defection. The Mandalorian knew well the scent of two-faced dog, and this one reeked of it. His gauntleted fists flexed subconsciously as he came within the gathering of darksiders. "If we can could detect your presence, then you surely know that there must be other, bigger sharks circling close by." He cracked his muscular neck to the side and locked his yellowed gaze on the would-be prodigal son.

"If there's to be blood in the water, it's going to be yours," he warned, his tone easily conveying the sure truth that he would not miss the chance.

[Rayven Cindavel]

Without a moments notice a massive force push slammed into him. The strenght itself enough to send a ripple of pressure which exploded outward with its release. Her black eyes glew blood red as a ball of air formed in her hand, static electricity dancing from it.

"Put a knife to anyones throat and your life is forfeit." She hissed her eyes watching his every move.

"This is not your home to call the shots in. You want to return, then plead your case. But do so in a way to be conducted, rambling like a mad man will get you no where and attempting to hurt us. Well, that's just stupid isn't it?" her staff carried in the opposite hand, she aproached the man once more. The ball of air and electricity still dancing in her hands.

"You will drop your weapon now. Am I understood?"

[Daniel Aldan]

Daniel just laughed as the blade was pressed to his throat, grinning as he felt the cold metal on his skin. He was about to sent a powerful Force push into the wall, but Warrior Cindavel did so before he could act. He, hand behind his back, gathered the power of the Dark Side to him. The, he lifted the man he was facing up, pressing him against the wall. "Lesson one for traitors." He said, pacing in front of the floating man. "When you stop using the power of the Dark, you must re-learn everything. That means that yes, a mere Disciple is stronger than you.

So, when you brandish a weapon on one of them, especially one that is under the tutelage of Ket Van-Derveld, you best hope a Warrior is around, and takes care of you first. Lest you have no un-broken bones in your body." He told the man. "Clear?" As the last syllable left him mouth, he slammed the man into the wall, not enough to break anything, but enough to hurt, and then dropped him.

[Lee Sin Quan]

Lee smiled as Daniel slammed the traitor into the wall about a meter away from him. Cronus had been in his hand since the moment the small knife had been produced, but it was not ignited yet.

"You claim to come back here to serve the Empire once more, yet here you are attacking it's loyal servants," He said, pushing off from the wall and emerging from the shadows once again, holding the polished black hilt of his saber to Semnr's heart, his thumb resting on the activation switch.
"If you so much as move again until a Master reveals themself, you will die. Now speak up and answer their questions," Lee said quietly, gesturing to the Sith that had gathered.

[Ket Van-Derveld]

"ENOUGH!"

From within darkened shadows the mighty roar did boom, shaking the very walls around them. As was his way, he had been keeping close watch upon his apprentice, Daniel, as well as taking interest in Lee, seeing if perhaps the boy had learned the lesson he sought from the Lupine nights ago. And the smell of something familiar, the scent of Cale Kincaid, once Darth Phantom...now in his 'offspring' whom he had met when she was but yet an infant recently created upon Byss. Ket could feel the ripples of others nearby, but could not touch upon them through the Force, obviously someone or something not wanting to be found yet. No matter.

From the shadows he stepped, knee-high boots thudding with each step, worn, skin-tight leathers creaking as he moved, the shallow winds that blew through these halls keeping the floor length leather coat fluttering as he did. Bright, piercing sapphire orbs would look upon the Disciples and Warriors gathered, and he would look to them with a bit of a mad grin, nodding lightly to those faithful. Ket then stepped toward Semnr, looking to the boy with violent eyes.

"You speak, yet nothing of consequence has been said. You left the Sith to follow the light, and found the light not to your own liking. Your return to these halls of despair, and you would dare speak to the faithful as if you were on equal footing? You truly have much to learn, boy. This is not a holo-game, where you can just pick sides when it suits you. Look upon Warrior Cindavel. Her father, once known to us as Darth Phantom, was one of the most powerful Sith to walk the corridors...a man whom was my blood-brother and friend. Look to Lee, whose own Master, your Master, has forsaken our tenants, to go hide upon a world more dammed than this. My own brother, the once mighty Alastor...now resides within a cage, seeking redemption for his life now that it is nearing it's end. We know the sting of betrayal well, my boy. Your pleas that their teachings are flawed fall upon deaf ears, for you tell them that which they already know. All people make mistakes, but if you were sincere, you would have gone straight to the Council's chambers, upon hands and knees, groveling, begging forgiveness. You would speak when spoken to, and accept the fate they would levy upon you, without question nor hesitation."

Ket then leaned in, whispering to him lightly, his voice like the sound of many voices converging across and inbetween one another, a twisted sound of madness indeed...

"You are villainous scum, who deserves to hang by the neck, dangling for days until you have taken your last breath. Not for leaving the Sith to seek the Jedi...no, for thinking yourself above the will of the Force...for thinking yourself above any of the faithful. You have betrayed the faith, my boy...and now you must seek the dark redemption only the Masters of the Empire can grant you..."

[Daniel Aldan]

The presence of his Master was like an inferno in the Force, and the second he felt it, Daniel knelt, knowing that his Teacher could crush them all with the flick of a wrist. "My Master. Doubtless you have heard the entire conversation, so I shall refrain from reciting it to you, My Lord." He said, not leaving the position of fealty. He wouldn't leave until he was told to rise. Honor was a fool's prize, after all, and disrespect was met with death form the Sith. Especially those as powerful as Ket.

[Lee Sin Quan]

Lee stepped aside quickly and bowed to Lord Van-Derveld.

"My Lord," he said, simply a way of greeting and acknowledging the man who he respected even moreso than his Master, Maize Wayne.

He slipped back into the shadows, his task done, now simply content to watch and wait.

[Agon]

Agon likewise took a backseat to the onset of Master Van-Derveld, whose mere name was spoken with trepidation out of respect for his awe-inspiring power, and stepped aside. He retained the presence of mind to incline his head in a respectful salute to the infinitely more powerful darksider and stood to witness what would unfold.

[Rayven Cindavel]

Bowing to the Master, she took her position back hovering above the ground. Her head learning against the staff. Even if there was nothing left to do, it should at least be interesting to watch.

[Semnr Goran]

Semnr picked himself up off the ground and before he could strike, a thunderous voice rang through the halls. Semnr stopped in his tracks. Something told him that now was not the time to be messing around. On the contrary, it was time to listen. And since he was already fool enough to try and get a master's attention and not trying to contend with the body in front of him. The power that the man displayed, was envious enough of mere mortals, but the Sith were not as such.

Semnr bowed down with trembling knees putting the weapon he held in his left hand by his side careful enough not to cause him any grief. At least he had enough sense to not anger a Sith Master any more then he already had, "I am sorry Master Van-DerVeld. I have spoken out of turn and inspite of these lemmings before me, I know what I am and who I am. But if I must go to the Council and speak with them, then lead the way. Only there will I give my true reasoning for leaving. Perhaps one day I will tell the rest of these filth the reason I have left, but for now it will never touch their ears. Such actions are meant for the Council themselves to hear. Again, I apologize to you Master."

Semnr looked at the rest of them with shrunken eyes and the pupil glared at them like a cat ready to pounce at any minute. He didn't trust them, nor should he. Sith killed each other for a millenia and now was his time, "Please lead the way Master. I am ready."

[Ket Van-Derveld]

Lord Van-Derveld looked upon this boy with cold eyes, his gaze like a piercing knife through his skull.

"I shall not be the one to lead you to the Council. You rely on others, and not the Force...it is why you have failed yourself. The Force is your guide. Go now, to the Council's chamber, and do what must be done...or stay here, and face the bottomless pits of your own demise."

With but a flick of the wrist, he sent a wave of the Force's will toward the boy, literaly tossing him several meters back, the boy skidding to a halt at the gateway. The Lupine then crossed his arms, his gaze never leaving Semnr's form. One would hope the boy had sense enough to understand...this was no more time for talk, but for action. Should he be worthy of still drawing breath, he would realize this.