Jedi Temple

[Ragsmire]

Making his second round through the temple the rather average, perhaps even wimpy, looking figure clad in white made the dynamic up and in passing the threshold that the entry had become without a second glance, oddly enough the place was always open to visitors, and its main resident, one Dark lord by the name of Cain, seemed to always welcome said visitors, weather they be entirely counterproductive newborns to the game-Er World.

He had to reprimand himself again, this was the real world, no overlords, no all watching all knowing entities directing him, none of that. The Doctor had mused over the same twisted Theory on the traverse back to the core, always the abbreviation for his scythe jumped to mind, but now was not the time to play with such thoughts.

"Lucy i'm home!" He called into the smothering abyss of black the Temple had seemed to metamorphosed into. After a moment with no answer he assumed no one was home, probably for the best this way his initial study's could begin without questions regarding the where, why, and how. Stepping through the once sacred halls of the structure that had stood for life, liberty, and the pursuits of happiness for ages, brought about feelings much more dark, more sick, then those of the old era, and even when illuminated by the sun shining in from the windows, it felt cold and colorless.

Nikana moved with a bounce in his step on the way to the lower levels of the temple, He'd set up shop there. The notion of continuing the lost work in a proper facility without the weighing pressures brought about by means such as crime lords was one he relished it leaving a sweet taste in his mouth. But the accompanying thought was not so comforting, the research would punish the human body of his subjects, many would die horrible deaths for no conclusive reason other then his science.

While the idea was one that haunted him to an extent, as the doctor only wanted to further the evolutionary curve the many species of the galaxy went through, and ultimately help for the greater good, a tiny voice in the back of his head told him this would be that answer, It had to be!

He input an old default code to open the locked blast door ahead pressing forward through with the box of various notes stuff under his right arm. The place was dusty and long since forgotten, clearly, desks still containing several mementos from the previous owners, cabinets still cluttered with old mixtures and remedy's. All of it, it would all need to be cleaned first and foremost.

"What a disasterophe." He remarked stretching his arms out before plating one on his forehead and scratching ferociously. After surveying the field for several more minutes he readied himself to begin setting up the lab.

[Ragsmire]

Jedi Temple, Sub-basement level, Doctor Stien's Laboratory.

Nearly three hours had passed since he began and the Doctor was not in full swing, the location was cleared out and prepared for the many different functions the facility would have to be able to handle, various pieces of equipment was now scattered about, some still in need of full operational readiness, others already in use.

Nikana sat arched over his first test, its strange ambient light filling the room with a green bask splashing against every dull white walled surface in the room.

"People these are things we need to study, Get right in there and take a look at, We need to dissect it, Remove things! have to understand, comprehend. This is important stuff here, so lets-" The doctor stopped midway through his lecture as one of the soldiers he'd summoned interrupted him, everything fell silent in the sanitized space as he spoke out.

"Excuse me, Sir, that...ah, Experiment is nothing more then a-"

"Silence!" he screamed not shifting his eyes from the primary object they were discussing, its soft, strong texture able to be seen just as easily as felt, the shape was a tad bit unusual for what was expected of these exercises but with time things would get closer to what Cain wanted.

"Everyone who agrees with what he was going to say leave now." He commanded evening out his tone while he gave the directive. Several soldiers filed through the double reinforced blast doors and out, until only three remained. Nikana rose a hand to his glasses, it noticeably trembled with a fierce rage as he removed the round set of framework from his face.

"Since it seems you think so little of my first test you will serve my next one by becoming my first human test subjects." One man opened his mouth to object only for Nikana to shut it with the sudden and small motion he made with his right hand, that of his thumb, middle and forefinger shutting.

"No more of you rude interruptions soldier." He lifted the three men and threw them into a clear holding chamber of test moderation, for not it would do to contain the men. And with that problem resulted he returned to the counter with the first test only yo puzzle over it, again.

"What is it missing?" He questioned gazing down at the first ever creation to be brought forth into existence within these walls, yet it was an incomplete one at that which made the moment a bitter sweet one.

"Perhaps...no no that'd never do." He remarked considering the possibility of additional ingredients within the formula while lifting the square object for closer inspection to glean an even better understanding of its compounds.

"Of course! I know what it's missing, its so clear now!" Nikana Shouted throwing the subject back onto the plate surface as he began to pace around it with increasing anxiety.

"I need an assistant to deliver it to me, eureka! I mean, to contemplate picking it up myself is madness; I'll have to discuss the possibility of acquiring another with Cain when i speak to him next. Anyway until then i guess i can pick it up alone, i mean its just lunch." He finally deciding reaching down and gripping the sandwich from its resting place, extra pickles made this meal a winner. in between bites Nikana lamented a few more comments to himself about his work.

"Well...i really should get to some serious work now."

[Cain]

Cain's V-wing fighters returned to the space over Coruscant and docked once more with Amaterasu. Cain stepped out of his fighter, waving off the soldiers that rushed to help him. He clearly had been injured, his flesh still showing the signs of the clash he'd had on Ziost. Cain instead instructed the soldiers to attend to the Sith that had been riding with him. The soldiers quickly obeyed, taking Adas to the detention level to hold him in one of the Force cages there.

Cain himself made his way to the med bay where he ordered the doctor to leave. Cain had always kept one of his clones on board his flagship in case there was need for it, and now there certainly was. Cain sat down on the floor in front of his clone and began to concentrate. The ritual had become second nature to Cain now, though no matter how many times he'd experienced it, he never could quite get "used" to it. The dying was painful and the transfer extremely unpleasant... but it was a small price to pay. Cain's body went limp, rapidly decaying and disintegrating into little more than dust and a pile of robes. Then, moments later the clone in the bacta tank began to awaken. Cain's vision was blurry... his eyes had never been used before. His arms and legs ached with every attempt to manipulate them... his muscles had atrophied from disuse.

Slowly the tank drained of its fluid and the tube around the Cain lifted. With a strained gasp he took in his first breath of new life. The shock of it on his blood caused him to fall to his knees as he continued to gulp in large breaths of air. At this stage his body was weak, he could barely walk on his own. With the aid of the Force Cain straightened himself up and gathered his old robes to cover himself with. Not long after the blast doors to the med bay slid open and the Amaterasu's Admiral, Amon Darklighter, entered standing at attention and awaiting Cain's permission to speak.

"What is it, Admiral?" Cain rasped, his vocal cords straining against gasps of air to produce sound for the first time. Darklighter had flown with Sith before and was familiar with the strange requests of the Emperor, but he'd never seen Cain in such a condition before. It wasn't his business to know what the Emperor had been doing and not in his wildest imagination could he ever see himself asking... but it didn't stop him from speculating on his own.

Darklighter swallowed hard, he knew the Emperor was a man of little patience who could kill with little more then a passing thought. He had to make his visit brief and to the point, "My Lord, news from General Pickett of the Itami. His forces have met resistance in the Shilian capital of Corvala from the natives there."

Cain continued to center himself, steadying his breathing, not outwardly reacting to anything the Admiral had said, "I had been counting on as much," He responded finally, "Is that all, Admiral Darklighter?"

Darklighter straitened up more, he was aware that the news he had to deliver next might displease the Emperor and a cold sweat washed over his body, "The General also reports that there are... Jedi with the natives. He was forced to deploy the prisoner from the facility on Korriban in order to counter the Jedi." Cain's eyes immediately flashed up at Darklighter, already stained yellow with dark side corruption. The gaze alone filled Darklighter with a fantastic sense of panic and fear. It was all he could do to stay in his place and resist the urge to turn and flee.

"Very good," Cain said simply in a low whisper, "You are dismissed... Admiral." Darklighter swallowed hard and gave a quick bow before hurrying out of the med bay. Xela being used for direct combat was certainly an unexpected turn of events, but one that could prove interesting, especially considering Jedi were involved.

After several hours of focus, Cain gathered his hands and his prisoner back to him and moved to the hanger to take his shuttle down to the Jedi Temple. As soon as he stepped onto the landing pad at the Temple Cain could sense that Nikana had already returned and had found the laboratory. There was no need to disturb his work now... Cain had work of his own. He brought the old Sith down into the catacombs of the Jedi Temple, the same floor as the laboratory. This floor also held Cain's meditation chamber and his clone lab where he brought Adas. The clone lab was a large long room filled with bacta tanks containing clones of Alex Drake. Some were only fetuses, others were fully grown adults. At the center of the lab was a stone slab that was already stained with blood. Statsu and Kairys carried Adas to the slab and tossed him onto it before shackling his arms and legs down. The two stepped back and Cain reached out with the Force, touching the old Sith's mind... "Wake up... wake up, Sith. No, you're not dead... yet."

Slowly Adas' eyes flickered open, adjusting to the low blue glow of the room that came from the tanks all around them. Adas tried to move only to be impeded by cold steel jutting into his wrists and ankles accompanied by the clatter of the shackles. Adas immediately attempted to use the Force to crush the shackles only to find his power being negated by anothers.

"There is no use in struggling..." Cain commented calmly as he glared down at Adas, "much more than these shackles hold you here with me."

"Who... who are you? What do you want with me!?" Adas asked, his voice wavering from a combination of pain and panic. Cain's expression did not change as Statsu stepped forward with a set of sharp tongs. Without a moment's hesitation Statsu thrust the tongs into Adas' left eye socket. The Sith let out a blood curdling scream that echoed endlessly through the cavernous confines of the Temple's catacombs. Statsu squeezed the tongs, cutting the eyeball free before yanking it out. Adas thrashed wildly in his restraints, wailing in agony as his now empty eye socket bled out over his reddish flesh and tentacles on his face. His despair was intoxicating. Cain reveled in it for a long moment, allowing his victim to squirm until his energy was spent.

"I am Cain," Cain said when Adas finally stopped thrashing, "As to why you are here, you don't need to know."

"You..." Adas gasped, still hyperventilating, "You are going to kill... me?"

"Perhaps," Cain answered calmly, "but first I have use for you."

"What... use?" Adas asked amidst a violent coughing fit.

"As I said before... you don't need to know. Just know that it will require you to endure more pain than any mind is capable of." As Cain finished his sentence Statsu lurched forward again, driving the tongs into Adas' other eye and wrenching the soft gelatinous organ from its socket. Adas let out another scream, though this time considerably weaker as his voice had already become hoarse.

"You are a fool... if you think... this torture can break me..." Adas groaned. Cain only smirked.

"Oh? I've not yet begun. When I torture you... you will know it."

[Cain]

Adas' body ached as he raised his blade at his foe standing across from him in a wind swept Valley of the Dark Lords. The sights, sounds and feel of Korriban was all exactly as he had remembered it, right down to the fine grains of sand buffeting his flesh as he readied himself for combat. Standing on the other side of the valley was a muscular, white haired Cain, a blue lightsaber ignited at his side.

"What is this!?" Adas shouted across the Valley at Cain. His demand was answered only by the echo of his own shouts reflected back at him. Before he could react Adas was suddenly surrounded by many copies of Cain that all drove their lightsabers into him at all different angles. The pain was excruciating and unending. The world around Adas distorted as with each passing second one of the lightsabers was wrenched out of his flesh and then buried deep back into it at a new angle. It wasn't long until everything became black. Adas could no longer see or hear Cain or his lightsabers, but he could always feel them. In the blackness a deep sense of despair overwhelmed Adas. Thoughts of his childhood Adas had long since buried once again hunted his mind. The abuse of his father, the death of his brother... he witness and felt them all again and again and again.

Cain was slowly and deliberately crushing Adas' will and warping his mind, intensifying his pain and hatred until they diluted everything else. Cain himself was seated with his eyes closed in front of Adas' body no longer shackled down to the stone slab, instead just lying lifelessly. Both of Adas' eyelids were now sewn shut, a step very purposefully taken by Cain as a means to control his victim's consciousness. Adas could only see now what Cain wanted him to see... and feel what he wanted him to feel. After destroying his victim's mind, Cain's meditations became focused on forming a powerful Force bond between himself and Adas. A bond through which he and Adas could share their power.

Once the ritual was completed Adas' mind was reduced to little more than a vessel for his Force abilities and primal emotions. His memories all having been rubbed away by the power of the dark side and existing now only in the tortured world created by Cain's mind. Cain led Adas into his meditation chamber where a triangle was etched into the center of the floor. Adas took a seat at one of the points where he remained in silent meditation. Unlike Cain's puppets, Adas could make use of his own well of power and not drain Cain's. With Cain's instructions Adas immediately began the incantations to the spell of concealment to hide himself and the meditation chamber. With the spell in effect, Cain once again left the temple, his "hands" at his sides.

Cain returned to the Amaterasu and to his V-wing fighters. After some quick preparations Cain, Statsu and Kairys once more flew away from the Revenant Battlecruiser and docked with their booster rings before taking off into hyperspace.

[Ragsmire]

"Day one, after the injection of compound seven, it appears the subject, Doctor Nikolaus Angelo Stien, is responding well to the serum, enhanced strength, speed, and reaction time has was desired, but with no notable intelligence loss." Spoke the little blue man in the hologram Nikana was watching of his observation leading into the last days of his sanity. The doctor skipped by the first few days, sure nothing of extreme important was recording within them, and if he needed to he'd circle back to them with time.

"We're at Day five now and Doctor Stien's condition has only begun to deteriorate. Now referring to himself in not only the third person, but also by a new name, Nikana, he has since become obsessed with some kind of divine entity's, or overlords is the title he's applied to these beings, Doctor Stien seems certain that they control his every action and have otherworldly knowledge. Thus far we have been unable to determine if the shift in sanity has effected his actual intelligence, but initial speculation would say yes." While he listened to the account of the situation Nikana poured over case files in relation to his condition at the time of the recording for further information regarding the wicket transformation.

Observations, conclusions, estimations, measurements, blood counts, brain wave moderation, heart beat pacing, and even a Midi-chlorian count, all were jotted down in extraordinary detail, they even were filled with graphs and other pretty things to look at. In retrospect it all detailed his status during the observation throughout the weeks he spent there. with a simple glance one could discern that as time passed his intelligence diminished while muscle mass, and Midi-chlorian count increased with each day, very peculiar, and quite perplexing.

But there it was in crystalline clear writing, the results of the formula, with the means to recreate the substance, simply put the only thing holding him back at this stage was this unshakable feeling that this could be improved upon. No, he lost the notion, Cain did not petition for his services for anything more then recreation of the original formula. Speaking of the dark lord Nikana thought for a moment that he detected him in the building, but...he couldn't pick up on him now, so maybe it was nothing...or his mind playing tricks again!

"Forget it, lets start on this thing already." he finally commented aloud, supposedly speaking to those overlords whom watched over his work with a stern eye. With it he deactivated the still playing holotapes and moved to begin the initial stage.

[Cain]

When Cain returned to his flagship Amaterasu, he found that the Itami was also in the system awaiting his arrival. Admiral Darklighter led Cain to the bridge where a holoprojection of General Pickett greeted the Emperor with a bow.

"My lord. I am pleased to report that our operation on Shili has been a complete success. We have in our possession your 'parcel' from Korriban along with the Togruta, Ulwynn Zha," Pickett was careful to keep his head lowered at all times, for fear of offending the Emperor in the slightest. Cain's expression did not change as he listened to Pickett's report.

"Good work, General," Cain answered plainly, "Transport the prisoners down to the Temple on the planet's surface. Then leave them to me."

"Yes, my lord." Pickett responded with another quick bow before his transmission cut off.

"Admiral Darklighter, prepare my shuttle," Cain ordered, not even turning to face the admiral as he immediately headed off the bridge on his way to the hanger. The Admiral nodded and hurried ahead of Cain to make sure everything was ready when the Emperor made it to the hanger. Cain's shuttle returned him to the Jedi Temple where Xela and Zha had been taken. Xela was left in Cain's meditation chamber, seated at another point of the triangle which had been drawn on the floor and where Adas also sat in silent meditation. Zha was left in the clone lab which Cain has used to preform his experiments on Adas... he was strapped down to the same stone slab.

Cain entered the room just as Zha was coming to. He waited silently in the shadows cast by the glowing tubes in the lab, watching as the Togruta slowly became aware of his surroundings and began thrashing against his restraints. He was clearly far more powerful then the Sith had been, his thrashing lasting longer and echoing louder through the laboratory. As Cain stepped forward Zha stopped his struggling, his eyes locking on the Sith now standing over him.

"Who are you?" Zha asked, a question to which Cain only smiled.

"You must forgive me. Having done this twice before already I'm a bit tired of the standard questioning. What do you say we just get right to business?" Cain said, taking a step back as Statsu moved forward, wielding the same set of tong he had used on Adas. After that the cavernous halls of the Jedi Temple had been able to hold on to their dead silence. The mighty Togruta warrior didn't scream at all, even as his eyes were wrenched from his skull. He only clinched his teeth, bearing the brunt of Cain's cruelty with a steely resolve. Though Zha was never trained to wield it, Cain could feel the Force was strong with him. A gift that no doubt had assisted him in becoming such a powerful and respected warrior among his people... and a gift that had ultimately lured the harbinger of his undoing to his home world.

Cain preformed the same ritual on the Togruta that he had on Adas, rubbing away his memories of his home and his family using Sith magic and depriving him of his senses, leaving him to exist only in a world of darkness and pain controlled by the Dark Lord of the Sith. His will had been crushed. Cain took Zha, now code named "Raiskus" and set him at the final point within the meditation chamber. Ipros iv Xela, Raiskus, ir Sethi. In ancient Sith, the way of Pain, Power, and Hatred. With the three of them gathered here Cain sat down in the center and began to orchestrate a Force Meld between himself, Xela and Raiskus, pooling all of their power into one.

First, Xela. Cruelly designed by Cain to suffer under unending pain and torment, her connection was not only a source of great dark side power, but her healing abilities were constantly in action in a futile attempt to repair the wounds that Cain has inflicted upon her... futile for her, but not to the others in the meld.

Then there was Raiskus. A warrior of great skill with a blade, having Raiskus as part of the meld solved the problem of 'muscle memory' which had hindered Cain's ability to wield a blade for thousands of years. Cain also could use Force Body to take advantage of Raiskus' great physicality and endurance as a source of power.

And finally there was Sethi. The Sith was gifted in the ways of the Force and was perhaps the most valuable piece of the puzzle. Sethi was the only of the four kept out of the Mind Meld, yet still connected to Cain through a Force Bond. The reasoning for this was simply to keep Sethi's mind independent from the others. With his abilities Sethi would be able to use Force powers of his own to back up Cain in combat. Techniques such as concealment, darkness or simple Force speed and strength used by Sethi so that Cain wouldn't have to. While valuable this also made Sethi the biggest liability, as was the case with any Force bond if Sethi were to be injured or killed the consequences on Cain could be equally as dire. One reason why Cain had been careful to have Sethi maintain Force Concealment around the meditation chamber.

With everything in place, Cain was ready to test his new abilities. Though while there was great potential, there were also great risks which Cain understood all too well. For that reason he continued to travel with his puppets, Kairys and Statsu. Cain took his shuttle from the Temple up to the Itami this time around, ordering General Pickett to set his course for Kashyyyk.

[Ragsmire]

Jedi Temple, Sub-basement level, Doctor Stien's Laboratory.

“Test number Seven-four-eight-nine classified a failure. Subject experiences extremely violent physical spasms before bleeding occurs from all orifices and the subject subsequently dies moments later.” He switched off the holo recorder gripped in hand. Nikana rested a wary head on his elbow, which was now sitting on the desk. Silently the doctor began to lament the process to himself once more.

“Initial synopsis suggested a blend of Bota and stimpaks to create the desired results, but after many, many, failed attempts with several combinations it appears that, though my original believe was that it would be as simple as mixing two chemicals, it will take something more…I got it!”

Fast forward a few hours >>> and we find the doctor in lifted spirits with a new hope…lets watch.

“Lets begin” the doctor announced over the intercom when addressing two of the imperial soldier’s now procured to assist in his research.

“Begin administering the drug resolution into the first subject.” He commanded from behind triple reinforced transparisteel glass. Responding to his order the two men moved to insert a two-inch, razor thin, needle into the subject, in this early test, a small kath hound taken from dantooine for this exact purpose. After it was properly inserted into the creature’s vein and slowly applied pressure to release the formula into its system.

Almost instantly, or at least as long as it took for the compound to circulate through the beast system, it went mad, any spark of intelligence the kath hound processed now sucked into some black abyss lost forever. Several physical signs were abundantly clear in the aftermath of the injection, the animal now increased in size and ferocity, where once fear rested from being taken away from its home, now rage and hatred for the beings responsible for taking it away has it trashed and torn at the bars.

“Quickly get a blood sample.” He instructed from beyond the glass to the men now moving away from the transformed creature.

“But sir-“ one of the men question as if expecting the doctor to reconsider the order.

“Now, soldier.” Nikana Snapped back forcing the men to move toward it again.

Has they approached the Doctor lifted a hand to still the beast has best he could through the force while they get the blood needed. After a few failed attempted and more then their far share of near bites, and almost scratches the blood was retrieved and the men happily returned it to the doctor. Nikana took the vile from the trooper’s hand and moved to examine it.

“midichlorian levels, prior to inject, were close to six hundred, immediately proceeding the injection they top off at twelve hundred, showing a more then fifty percent increase to the number of midichlorians located within the body. Batch Seven-four-nine-one appears to be a success at first glance.” Nikana resided the verbal notes into a holo recorder he clenched in his right hand as he evaluate the results, for a moment there, he thought he couldn’t manage it and that Cain would obliterate him for the failure.

“Formula Seven-four-nine-one consists of four parts strength enhancing Stimpak resolute, four parts Bota, and two parts consist of various other drugs to a much smaller degree which stabilizes the subject.” He continued to speak into the holo recorder to ensure the formula would be protected if he happened to inexplicitly die right now it would be passed on.

“well I guess all there is left to do is wait for Cain Pimp Sama…Ah do I hate waiting, where has his overlord taken him; I’m sure it wasn’t some dank musty jungle, that’s for sure.”

[Starholdt]

The Corpsemaker came out of hyperspace just outside of the planet's atmosphere. It's sheilds were up and weapons systems were fully operational. This wasn't Korriban, this was Coruscant, and Soren had no problem blasting a few ships out of orbit, as long as they weren't Imperial.

Her N-1 Starfighter left the hanger bay as soon as she could. "You know the plan, Captain. I'll send a transmission to come pick me up when i've completed my mission." A few seconds passed. "Yes my Lord, we're leaving the system now, but we'll be back whenever you need us."

The N-1 ignored all flight paths as she flew into the planets atmosphere. Coruscant, what a hell-hole, she thought to herself. Hopefully he'll be here, i'm gowing tired of flying across the galaxy. She spotted the Temple and flew towards the nearest landing platform.

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Nightfall on Coruscant...not the shift that Riddick had come to expect from his life on Korriban. It was never truly dark this high up, especially with the artificial light flooding from everywhere. He had not been able to sleep peacefully since arriving; not with what he had in mind.

Rumors and nothing more had led him here. Tales that Coruscant had become the center of power of the empire after the fall of the Jedi...their temple converted. Reports of the Sith gathering here had brought Riddick quickly.

Early that morning he had begun his ascent, climbing by hand to the elevated platform on which the temple stood. Mere feet from the landing he had stopped and slumbered, hiding himself in the force as though he had never existed. Now, as the sun set, Riddick climbed over the edge of the platform and viewed the temple.

Still concealing himself, the Dark Man made his way into the temple, moving slowly but surely to the private quarters. There were few Sith left here...the Emperor and his greatest followers were gone. Nothing called to the Sith but power, and now that there was none, they found no desire to be here. Only the weak remained. Riddick did not mind. He was a patient man.

He found the room that had been the Emperor's. Standing there, still as a stone, he took a deep breath. The heart of the Sith and the Empire had been here, and Riddick had missed him.

[Crazy O]

Kitana walked into the Jedi Temple, her armor still covering her body sense she did not have clothing to change into, however she did remove the helmet like section of her armor as it was more comfortable. She headed straight security office. She looked at the security office and smiled. "I need a prisoner transferred to the temple. The subject should be in their early twenties and health. Life in prison, death sentence or someone that won't be missed is preferred. Dark Lord Authorization Nine Five Omega Zulu Two," Kitana said. She desired to drain the scum of his life, while it was not necessary as she found someone in the slums the previous night, she got great pleasure out of doing it.

The officer turned to the Dark Lord and bowed. He did not make direct eye contact as he replied. "Yes my Lady. Also the temple has an intruder and he is carrying a lightsaber." The officer said. He had to make it clear that the intruder was not a regular joe that they could handle. He pointed to a monitor showing Emperor's personal quarters.

Kitana rolled her eyes. "You are so inept. Just make sure my prisoner is transferred." She said as she walked out of the security officer and made her way through the temple towards the room. As she did she reached out in the Force and tried to sense the intruder. As she did she found nothing. She smiled slightly; this one was special but he also was so very naive.

Kitana walked up towards the room knowing he would sense her but not care. She walked towards the room and spoke. "You know hiding yourself in the Force only works if you are facing a Miraluka. Not everyone needs to rely on the Force. So will you tell me why you are here?" Kitana said with a grin. While she did not seem physically ready to attack, not even having a lightsaber on her, she was ready to fight with the Force and unarmed.

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Riddick turned to her, giving a passing glance before moving deeper into the room, picking up and examining various objects before replacing them. She was a Sith, but nothing near what he had been looking for. He reminded himself that patience was key to his endeavor.

"Your eyes can deceive you..."

He responded with this and nothing more, continuing to sift through drawers carefully, finding nothing. After a while he turned back to Kitana as though he was not at all surprised to still find her there. As though it was her job to wait for him.

"Where is the Emperor?"

Though Riddick spoke in a conversational tone, his deep voice vibrated heavily through the air in the room. He met Kitana's eyes with his own, showing none of the signs of distress that an apprehended trespasser generally experienced.

[Crazy O]

Kitana looked at the Sith and listen to his words and simple shock her head. "As can all other things, including the Force. It does not change the fact that to hide oneself in the Force only is as effective as hiding your face behind a mask. " She said in response as she leaned up against the door frame bored out of her mind. She could be conducting an experiment in creating a new Sithspawn or fooling around with someone; instead she had to deal with a Sith that was full of himself. Although she did find him rather attractive.

It was then that he asked about the Emperor. His eyes met hers and she stared right back at him. She already knew he was not a regular intruder but the look in his eyes confirmed this. "If you had met him, you should be able to find him on your own. So tell me why you search for him and I may provide the answer you seek." Kitana said as she reached out into the galaxy and searched for the Emperor. As she did she sensed a darkness not unlike her masters, but this one is far more powerful. He was in a fit of rage, creating a feedback loop of darkside energy which only built on itself the more time that passed. This Sith, would most likely simple be killed on the spot by Lord Cain in this state.

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"Never met him...Where is he?"

Riddick's voice stayed level; almost disconnected from the scene. He cleared his throat with a cough and sat on the edge of the bed that had been the Emperor's. He didn't know who this woman was, but he figured that she was not going to be helpful. He heaved a sigh and spoke more to himself than to Kitana.

"This is pointless..."

However, instead of rising, he simply cast sleepy eyes around the room once more. In place of his usual anticipation, he felt a deep sense of frustration at having wasted so much time here.

[Crazy O]

Kitana looked at the man and rolled her eyes again as he flopped down on the bed. He did not answer her question and yet demanded the answer. She could sense his frastration using her natural empathic abilities even if he was hiding in the Force. She figured she would throw him a bone. "If it would improve your mood I will tell you. The Emperor is on Corulag, or at lease I think it is the Emperor. But before you go running off to meet him be warn. What I sense is not the cold calculating man that commanded the respect of all. This is an animal, a creature so consumed by the darkside that he no long can be called human. I personally would wait here. After the battle the Emperor will return, wither it be Lord Cain or his successor I can not say." Kitana said as she pulled herself upright and turned around. Even if she cared who was to win the battle, she had no way to influence the battle. By the time she reached Corulag, the fight would be over and she would simple need to turn around an return to Coruscant to swear her allegiance to the winner. She would much rather stay at the temple and work on perfecting her skills. She was an alchemist and should Lord Cain fall in battle she would be one of the last among the Sith.

Kitana walked out of the room and headed for her own. She walked into her room and closed the door. As soon as it shut she gave her armor the order to kill off the external section and it simple fell away. She then walked over to her closet and grabbed a set of clothing. She went with black long pants, a black t-shirt, her red jacket and her favorite ruby lens sunglasses. Once she was changed she grabbed a cigar from a box near her bed and lit it. She took a couple of puffs off it before walking out of her room and headed towards the lab were the prisoner would be transferred.

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Riddick watched lazily as Kitana left. If the Emperor was to return here, he would return as well. He stood and left the temple, and nobody dared accost him.