The Macabre Alliance (Closed)

[Darth Ominus]

The once Dark Lord walked into the chamber offering a bow to Infernus; Infernus had been his dark side disciple for many years before they faced ruin on Yavin 4 those many centuries ago. It seemed like yesterday to me... as I approached to within a meter or so of my apprentice I began to speak in a tone that barely hid the malign excitement that rode upon my every word...

"Greetings Lord Infernus. I am pleased to see you have made the long journey through time. Our plan has worked better than we could have ever dared to dream....

Ominus begins to pace slowly as his hands clasp one another behind his back, his eyes flashed brighter as he spoke, almost seeming as if they burst into tiny red fires has he spoke...

This age has forgotten the true power of the Sith my friend. Imagine the power we shall wield here! We will revive the ancient ways. Our great journey shall begin the second you are able to join us in our efforts to retake the dark mantle for ourselves!"

[Sabre]

Infernus was not much of a talker, however his curiosity compelled him to inquire slightly. “What of the Dark Lord in this time?,” he said, his voice raspy and dry cut.

[Darth Ominus]

I turn a bit and head back toward the door to allow my last sentence to linger, I then excuted an about-face as I once again strode toward Infernus as I spoke in a confident tone....

" From what I here she is a worthy adversary. She will be dificult to defeat... even for me. None the less she will be defeated. I have yet to find my equal with a blade or in command of the force. However she may be that... and more..."

I stop abruptly as I turned to face Infernus, my eyes burn bright crimson as the next sentence of whispered words were spoken...

[glow=black,2,300]Prepare thyself Infernus. This lounging about is for the weak! Get dressed and proceed toward the main chamber. We have urgent work that must be done![/glow]
With the flash of his black robe he was gone...

[Sabre]

Infernus was swift as he had been ordered. He stood up and as soon as he had done so his lightsabers flew onto his belt, casting aside their cobwebs as they went. “Right where I left you,” he muttered. He was already wearing his flame proof golden Sith armour, however he had one item of clothing he had yet to garb himself in. His large black Sith overcloak lifted ominously off the floor and flew into the Sith Lords hands. He quickly put his arms through it, feeling the torn sleeves as his hands went through. He was now ready to join his master. He walked through the corridor to the main room and took his place by his masters side.

[Darth Ominus]

OOC: Lets continue this in the "Battle lords" thread.