The Dark City (Open, Sith welcome)

[Devlen Del-Arshu]

*Targu stepped out of his ship, the Shilian Sun, looking around the dusty wasteland that was Korriban. Looking over to his guards, the Togruta absent-mindedly flicked a head tail overhis shoulder,brushing off his black cloak.*

"What the hell is this planet? That's the third time this month the Sun's hyperdrive has gone out on us...good thing Shagra's good with a hydrospanner..."

*Soon after, the trio walked into a settlement, overshadowed by an enormous fortress. What is this place?*

[Lakkerun Joh'had]

*Inside the fortress, I lie in wait. Someone was coming (Finally!) and I should be prepared. I order an Imperial Officer, who stood waiting for orders, to get everyone ready to go. I grab a blood red cloak, throwing it over my shoulder.*

"Someone's arrived! Time to see what's going on..."

[Devlen Del-Arshu]

*He looked around, his eyes wary. Targu loosened his his blaster pistol in its holster. The residents of the settlement were...not friendly. Targu asked for directions and got a blaster rifle aimed at his head for his troubles. Best to just head for the cantina...*

[Lakkerun Joh'had]

*The front door of the fortress bursts open, and three of the biggest Sith you could imagine step forward. Behind them, I walk calmly and smoothly down the path, flanked by two Imperial Officers. Behind us are twelve normal Sith troopers, with a Sniper near the back. We walk in progression, me guiding them towards the newcomers. Finally, they come into sight, and they seem to be near the cantina. I call out in a booming voice...*

"You there! Halt!"

[Devlen Del-Arshu]

*Finally, authority! Targu turned around, looking up gracefully at the leader.*

"Greetings, milord...if we could have some of your time..."

[Lakkerun Joh'had]

*I step past the three burly Sith, revealing myself to the party. After hearing the words "M'Lord", I figured I wasnt gonna be the target of assassins. And if I was, then theyd soon regret it.*

"You may."

[Devlen Del-Arshu]

"Milord, my ship has crash-landed on the outskirts and..."

*Targu glanced up at the fortress.*

"Where am I and what is this place?"

[Lakkerun Joh'had]

"You are in the city of Vellan Sharun, on the planet Deralia, on the Outer Rim. Currently, this city is Sith-occupied, and that's why I'm here. The fortress is our main headquarters in the city, from which we govern and train soldiers.

Now then, that answers your questions. Here's mine: Why are you so accompanying to the Sith, and do you have a purpose here?"

[Devlen Del-Arshu]

*Targu smiled generously.*

"I am a citizen of the Sith Empire, and they have doen me well in the past, and i hope that i can return the favour...by joining your ranks."

[Lakkerun Joh'had]

"Excellent! We could always use more soldiers, and we will be happy to accomodate you. Follow me to the fortress, we will talk in private in my office. We will have more privacy there, and be able to discuss matters further..."

*I smile a toothy grin, and turn, motioning for Targu to follow behind me as I walk towards the fortress.*

[Devlen Del-Arshu]

*Targu grinned, his eyes darkening slightly as he followed, flicking his head tails over his shoulders, straightening out his dark cloak as he stared into the back of the streange man's head.*

[Lakkerun Joh'had]

*I pass through the doors into a grand hall, with massive buttrices and supports holding it up. The stone walls are engraved with Sith scriptures and stories, some unread for decades, at the very least.

Finally, we pass through two unneccassarily large doors, and the guards stop before it. The lone pair of us enter the room, and I sit down in a comfy chair, motioning for my guest to take the other.

The room was my office, and a viewscreen overlooked the backside of the city. Nothing seemed to be happening currently. But other than the massive viewscreen, the room is fairly cluttered with scrolls, sabers, and other things most people wouldnt wanna know about.*

[Devlen Del-Arshu]

*Targu sat down, looking around the room with interest, when his eyes locked on a lightsaber.*

"Curious...What...what is that?"

[Lakkerun Joh'had]

"That is my own lightsabre, forged years ago on the Jedi planet Dantooine. Its hilt is made from Dewback leather and Durasteel, and the rarest Ix'gill Gem placed on the backside of the hilt. It glows a Jade green when I place my hand on it. You will also notice that it has the letters "DD" engraved on it. Those are my former mentor's initials, and what I went by for many years. There are a few crystals inside the hilt as well, modifiying its power, and the blade is the color of the Kashyyyk jungles, a dark green. The one beside it..."

*I motion lazilly towards a case near it, where another one looking slightly familiar sits.*

"... is an exact duplicate I made of it as a young Jedi Knight. I chose not to extract it when I fetched you, I simply carried these..."

*I open my robe, so that one can plainly see a line of silver tubes, seemingly too many to count.*

"Spares."

[Devlen Del-Arshu]

*Targu's eyes widened as he observed the various cylinders hanging off the Sith's robes. He then reached inside his own cloak, tossing a battered old cylinder to him.*

"So, i take it this is a lightsaber too? Unfortunately it is missing several components, and the damage it has suffered to its core is irrepairable..."