Suddenly galan was lifted from Roan, and set on a bed of pure darkness, which entaris had suddenly conjured.

"Desolist!" entaris hissed, "Lend me your evil!" before desolist could reply, the energies that he had possesed, and had been given, were suddenly transfered to entaris, causing the dark jedi to pass out, needed rest.(the affect was much the same as expending all of ones energies in a force battle.)

Entaris hissed once more, the twin red specks beneth his hood shot forth, and entered galans own closed eyes.

Galans form shuddered violently as the evil entered her body, A vail of darkness then covered her and removed her body from the sight of Lord roan.

--Within Galans mind--

SUddenly the room that held galan grew incredibly dark, and two red eyes peered at her from where she was in torment, unable to sit, unable to do anything, the red eyes peered at her a moment longer, and then shot forth, entering her minds "mind"

Lookign at the jumpled peices of memories, and other memories that lay shattered, entaris began to work, looking for peices that fit, replacing blank spaces with peices of his own being, he worked, expending his energies with unstopable focus, finaly, he finished, the resaults...

--In the room---

Galans body was suddenly re-revealed, the darkness leaving, the body shuddered once more, and her eyes snapped open, she sat up silently, her gaze shifting to entaris's hovering cloak, two red beams then shot out, resting again under the dark cowal. then the body of galan shuddered once more and fell unconcience again, the bed of darkness faded slowly, and the body of the woman floated softly to the ground.

Entaris looked at Roan and a sigh escaped from his hood, "I...Failed, her mind is shattered, only the one that did this can restor her...i learned only one thing, one memory could i put together enough to read, admiral Actar is responsible for this, and only he can fix it..."

Entaris' form then shimmered, his energies so expended, that now he could barly maintain himself.

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"This one is no use to me in her current state, my friends," he began in an ominous tone of voice. "For in this state--"

"I still don't see why you just don't use her as she is," Desolist interrupted, moving forward now to trace a finger along Galen's jawline. Though to all appearances he was young and strong and virile, the motion was reminiscent of an old miser hoarding his wealth. His lips curled into a dark smile as he considered further.

"In fact, if you don't want her--" he began, only to be cut abruptly off as Roan whirled, the skirts of his cloak flying about him, one great hand removing itself from Galen to swing out and strike Desolist fully in the face. The dark jedi staggered back from the force of that unexpected blow.

"Neither shall you touch her, old man!" Roan hissed. Then he quieted, turning his attentions back to the limp form he held. His brow lowered into an even more thunderous frown.

"In the state she is in, she will die. For a shattered mind cannot maintain its host, and I have not the ability to remove this strange curse. I excel in the ways of the Warrior, not in the darker arts of Magick and Sorcery. While I do command enough to act in defense against this kind of attack against us, to free this one's mind takes greater knowledge than I possess."

He paused thoughtfully, then once again approached Entaris, holding Galen out to him.

"Even if I were to impregnate her, she would die before the babe is born. I could force sustenance into her, but it is her spirit we are dealing with here. Nothing would halt her degeneration into death, my friend, and thus she is of no use to us and our plans.

"Deal with her, but fear not.

"There is another...."

The Dark Warrior deposited Galen at the foot of Entaris' shimmering form, then turned from him altogether. He approached the viewing crystal, which at the moment was showing him a spectacular view of a ship-blockaded planet. He shook his horned head slightly as he pondered the brilliant jewel before him, as though thinking of and then discarding secret possibilities. Then a swift move of one clawed hand directed the Crystal to another region of space and time.

A brilliant starfield was revealed.

His sensual lips curled into a meaningful smile....

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The walls are so close... so close.

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Looking at galan, Entaris delved into the evil he commanded, finding his own evilness, and looking for the evil he knew was instilled within Galan.

He began finding comfert within the Dark purpose of what had been done to Galan, finding a "second wind" within its dark intentions. The dark shadow delighted in the fear she showed, and also, in the darkness of the power used on her. his power slowly returned to him, aided by the complete darkness of the room. When he had gained all he could from the woman, he then began to think of what should be done about the usless shell of what once was galan.

Fading into the shadows he reapered on the surfice of Keel Doba. Within a small cave he dumbed the body on a alter, that he formed out of shadow energy.

Entaris looked about, the rooms cool shadows where everywhere, making him feel at home, though he truly had no purpose her.

he then looked at galan and said. "you have proved to be a useful batery to me...Perhaps there will ne another use for you some day...Untill then, my alter will let your body, and mind, live for all eternity!"

Entaris then exited the cave, delving into what little power remained, he shattered the entrance of the cave, stop all entrance from anyone not able to enter, and exit through the shadows.

eh then returned to roan and said "it is done, no poblems will come from her again."

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"What the...?" she started, oblivious to the curious looks the two men might be giving her.

The ship was going somewhere on it's own...

Shayla didn't know if she dared do this, but she knew that she had to if she was ever going to get anywhere.

She dropped the chronotic shield about her ship...

...and instantly was struck with something...or rather someone...that was so faint but even so a little bit familiar...

Her eyes suddenly became hardened with determination. She wasn't about to say anything to Terrin or the others just yet...

...so she sensed for a moment or two longer while she worked at the navboard. At length, she had them completely under her control.

The ship suddenly stopped from the cruising speed it had been maintaining without so much as a hint of deceleration.

It was just...still.

She turned to Narcolm and Terrin, only explaining briefly.

"Lord Roan has apparently--disposed of her--I have a lock on her. I'm going to go retrieve her. Be wary in my short absence."

Terrin opened his mouth to say something, but before he could get so much as a syllable out, Shayla was just...

...gone.

In the blink of an eye, Shayla found herself standing before a red-headed woman lying on a shadow of an altar. Shayla could sense her distress...

...and yet, there was a tiny spark of something else there.

Shayla reached out and placed a hand on her shoulder, channeling healthy energies of her own into the woman and at the same time seeking to somehow calm her distress.

Don't give up, she thought.

With that, she opened a door through the All, this time taking both herself and Galen to the little Sith ship.

Drawing a chronotic shield around the ship once again, she took to the atmosphere and made a bold move in the little uncanny ship of hers.

A hit and fade, with Sith technology.

In what might have been a mere second she had them back near the Khar Delban primary.

Dropping her shield, she instantly flew her little ship through the small hole in the chronotic shield...

...back into the atmosphere of Khar Delba.

(((OCC: Follow Shayla and the gang back to "Cry of the Sith" in the Jedi Praxeum and Sith Temple forum. Thank you!!!)))

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--The univers is dark, evil wins out...all will play into my hands-- the thought to himself.
Suddenly he felt something about the univers change, the small trace of himself that was left within galans mind had suddenly been tweaked, and then purged by galans own mental return.
--She awakens-- he then thought.
Entaris then returned to the shadows, exiting within the cave he had placed galan in earlier. Looking about entaris soon purged the alter, not daining to waste the energies of such a bed without a need.
Looking about the room entaris soon gave thought making the area his own.
reaching within his darkness entaris called to the Shadow beings of the other realms.

---Clear and expand this area, i wish to make a temple, leave no entrance, and no exit...dig deep within the earth if you wish.---
With those orders given entaris returned through the shadows into the room roan had provided him, and he then began meditating.

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How at any time he could easily have reached out and plucked any one of his prey from their would-be rescuers like one would pluck fruit from a tree. How he could at any time have easily penetrated Admiral Actar's blockade, and in fact probably have snatched up the very admiral out right from beneath its sensor-ridden nose.

I could even now have them all here, in my hand... he thought darkly to himself, now curling one great hand into a steely fist until his own claws sliced flesh. That was the only thing to persuade his focus from departing the Crystal; those uncanny eyes now turned to watch his own blood boil hotly down his arm as he held that hand up before his scrutiny.

Behind him, Desolist's own claws picked at him like those of an annoying bird.

"You've let them get away from you again, oh dark and strong One!" he snarled in a pitiful attempt to raise his own estimations of himself. "Even now they are in an unshielded ship, Sith though it may be. And as for this Admiral Actar--"

Desolist's cackle was nipped in the bud as Roan's indomitable hand now closed about his throat like a vice. For a moment Roan refused to grace the babbling one with so much as a look; then he slowly drew Desolist's face up to his own.

"I prefer to remain unnoticed at this time, my friend," he sneered with a smile. "Let as much be accomplished as possible before taking advantage of the situation, which we most certainly shall."

Desolist struggled, trying to speak. "But they shall soon reach haven beneath the shield..." he gasped, his fingers now plucking at the durasteel which gripped his throat. "The woman...."

Roan merely smiled.

"Yess-sss," he hissed, oily as a snake. "Indeed. But beneath that shield nothing may be done against us, or in their own favor. And she shall eventually come to believe herself protected from me... as well as from the Fate I certainly shall deal to her when I deem the time right for it."

"We shall remain here in patience, old man."

With that he fell silent and Desolist, only too aware of the benefits of doing so, did the same.

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But yet, he was never alone.

A portion of his evil reached out, carrying the souls of the sith which flooded this place along with it, those misguided ones who once felt the Dark Ones coming to destroy them ought to have been turned upon as a rancor turns upon its prey. That plan had been entirely dismissed by the other two Ruling Lords -- he spat in disgust as he considered the weakness of the Light in them.

Look where it had taken them. Into the grip of death, and those who would give allegiance to me as well. Now how He struggles to retain that which light and love has made us lose... does not He see where that had led Him? How serendipitous for Him it was indeed that He was alive, even now....

His great brow lowered, sending the shadowy tattooes upon his face rippling and washing over him like a roiling Charybdissal pool.

He would have first had her oh so easily... and the Coming of the Sith would have been undertaken by now. But no, Fates had determined His way would not be overcome, even though He had fallen into death, and Roan's designs were then practically assured fruition. Instead, that wondrous All had determined they travel the convoluted pathway set before them all four thousand years ago...

...and one which he now vowed to lay siege to if it was the last act he performed in this misbegotten galaxy.

He blinked now a bit, bringing himself back to his current reality, sending a tendril of oily tenderness out to where his familiar would recognize and sieze hold of it.

"I commend you for your latest action, my friend," his thoughts slimed through the ether into the ears of Maladius. "The shadows were well pleased with the soul you have presented to them."

He paused a moment, now cocking a figurative ear in another direction. His smile broadened, deepened as faint sounds came whispering into his mind.

"Indeed, they are still pleased with her, and with the enjoyment she is yet bringing to them...."

Now he straightened inwardly, firming into indomitable will, sending another directive out into the ears of the shadowy imp.

"Go ye hence, my friend, and join with my child. I would have nothing come close to the attempt at giving her respite from the path I have chosen to place her on. She will follow her own destiny...

"...as shall the cousin of hers I choose."

The shadows of the sith roiled about him even more fervantly at his words, stretching out with their clawed hands and dark hearts, caressing him and seeking to enter into his being that they could somehow join with him there and be given new life. He would have none of that; with a knowing nod that his command would be obeyed, knowing the outcome of the plans he was yet forming, he brought himself out of the particular direction in which his essence had been travelling and focussed entirely upon another.

His attention was brought up short by the activities of his new friend, Entaris.

He smiled darkly, reaching out an evil tendril, and placing the question into that being's awareness:

"Tell me of this Temple you are constructing, my friend." The whisper echoed like black silk through the ether, alerting that dark entity to the knowledge that Lord Roan was watching and waiting for an answer.

Tucking the tiniest speck of a particular something yet more deeply into his being, that Entaris could more easily communicate with him, the Dark Lord of the Warrior clan waited for the obedient response.

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"Why, my dark friend, the plan has already been implemented!"

Tilting his head back, he let a roar of victory rush forth from his throat like a black and roiling river. It crashed into the very atmosphere, bringing bits and pieces of itself tumbling down about their ears. The evil that was Entaris seemed to cringe a bit beneath that barrage of delight; Roan raised his hands and basked in it.

"I have Her now, where I want Her, and most importantly how..." He turned brilliant turquoise eyes to flash at Entaris, enflaming that being now with the closest thing he could offer as being purely dark. "She will learn the error of her ways, and in due time will come to call me Lord."

With that he drew himself upright, closing his eyes to envision more easily the sight his familiar had brought to him through the All: the limp form of Graysith at the foot of Abaddonis, brought there by Maladius but not before first making a little visit to Lord Roan's hidden ramparts....

Roan's eyes slitted like those of a great cat at the thought of that little visit, and yet one more chuckle broke loose from between his lips. His tongue followed shortly thereafter to lick them in a predatory kind of... satisfaction.

"She will eventually be brought to me, my friend. But in the meantime, she is in a place and position where none may offer her succor.

"So, plan of action, you ask?" He turned smoothly round, to pin Entaris red eyes with his own. "Again, we wait... for our allies to arrive on K'eel Doba."

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--Serve...dig...build...serve...dig....destroy...
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They had already completed the entrance area, and a few other minor rooms...and were curently working to make an alter room.
Excelent, all comes along as planned. his inner voice was a hiss, those thoughts comming forth above the madness of the other jumbled voices within his being.

KILL! DESTROY! CORRUPT!
the thoughts suddenly broke out from the madness, and his form shuddered a bit, resisting the urge to fulfill -his- inner desires.

a bolt of black lightning rippled from his fingers, striking the ground at his feet, and causing the rock to blast to pieces.
he then supressed his power with a slight snarle, and turned his gaze into the univers, looking for places he could corrupt, needing to realese his inner demons, wanting his power to spread through out the galaxy.

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Desolist, sensing his dark mood, had made himself scarce, no doubt to drive his anger into greater paroxysms. So the Dark One had decided to call once again upon the devices of his familiar, to show him again the pitiful picture the One who would have been his Lady now presented.

The One who yet would be.

But when that image coalesced in the Great Viewing Crystal through the magickal machinations of the malodorous Maladius, the image was not what he expected to see.

She looked enough like his intended to fool most sentients aboard the ship. But the Vong were not Sith, and the Vong did not have the All at their command.

He snarled as he recognized the familiarity of that signature, knowing that he had blocked the All from Graysith's use. It was not strong enough to be Aelvedaar.

It had to be that cursed Adept.

He let out a massive roar, his silken robes whirling about like the wings of a raptor in flight as he turned from the image he had just seen. He closed his eyes, letting out yet another roar as that image remained taunting his inner lids.

"ENTARIS!!!"

Now his eyes flew open, their turquoise hue slashing the very air of the chamber like the electric dance of St. Elmo's fire. Those eyes locked briefly on those of his new ally; then he whirled and pointed a shaking claw at what appeared to be Graysith.

"Take your special talents and deal with this one!" he snarled the command, then fell silent. His fangs gnashed closed, his great hands fisted at his side as he continued to stare at the image, which suddenly seemed to take on the color of blood in his eyes.

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Entaris was not one to take "commands" but in this instance, he was only to pleased to comply, his inner madness screaming at him once again. DESTROY! PURGE! KILL!
and this time, he was not going to deny them.

As entaris stepped through the shadows, his body seemed to radiate with the strange black lightning he commanded, his antisipation clear.
((OOC: please follow entaris to "standing on the edge of forever" thanky))

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"graysith is with her allies and...Shayla... pray's to be saved, her pitiful sacrifice to save her beloved Graysith, it has undone her...she knows not what to think, constant confusion racks her brain..."

Entaris' eyes seemed to grow more intense as he spoke of shayla's torment, remembering all he had done to her...

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The One might be currently beyond his reach, this was true. But in recompense....

The Adept would never be the same again.

His sensual lips curled in a smile of dark delight at the thought. Then he slowly drew back from the crystal, letting his hands fall along his sides once more. Behind him, a strange slippage of...something announced the arrival of Entaris; Dark Lord Roan gave the dimming crystal one final and lingering glance before turning about to face that even darker entity, even as Entaris's calm but horrid words came into his ears.

Under normal circumstances he would have clapped a hand upon his shoulder in acknowledgement. But he knew even a semblance of anything other than evil would weaken this one, however remotely. Instead he directed all the rage and hatred he now felt toward his erstwhile "brother," Dark Lord Aelvedaar into Entaris's being.

"There shall be more of such sustenance for you in the very near future, my ally," he promised in an oily whisper. "And uponthat I give my word as Dark Lord of the Sith."

With that he turned, robes flying, and departed the room altogether, in order to begin plotting not merely how he would proceed to get Her in his hands once again, nor merely the equally black actions he vowed the Adept would undergo at his very whim...

...but what he planned to do with his "brother" once he got his claws upon Him.

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Upon the walls where placed black torches, that while emiting no light, aloud a being of evil to see perfectly, and doomed a being of good to stumble blindly.
His evil then reached out, and finished carving the rest of his temple, creating a black alter, a dark thrown room, and three or four dozen chambers equiped with strange beds, that seemed to be constructed of shadows.
After he had burned out his temple, expendign a great amount of evil energy, entaris retired to a room that held a special circle, which would connect him with the shadow plain, alowing him to regenerate his dark powers with rabid speed, alowing him to reach a state, that to a human, would be sleep.
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To entaris, sleep was simply blackness, with no intrusion from the multi-awarness of the chaos in his mind. it was simple peace, were power flowed through him, and aloud him to draw upon the shadow's of the shadow realm.
but suddenly, a voice rhapsed through his conciousness.

I....am your being... I am all that need exist...Truth now, comes to you, through shadow, in lack of light...

the voice seemed strange to entaris, for very seldom did he hear that of one, rather then that of many, and he was not sure how he was to take this intrusion.
destroy the light entaris...destroy it... a second voice rhasped to him.
Then, both voices joined together in unison with one word.
Graysith

as he returned to full conceousness, his mind once again took on the constant chaos. But strangly, an image of a sword, behind turquose eyes was fresh in his mind. though he could not explain its implications.

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2 beings, one becoming a willing servent to the darkside, the other believing he was the master of which he saught to create.

he released yet another dark cackle, as he considered the images. This was the power of his temple, all evil came to him here, within its walls he could view everything the darkness had to tell, and it had only cost him the simple sacrifice of the shadowlings, that had once served him so well...there would be others, His power was great, they could not resists its allure.
but for now those truths were none important, what he now wanted, to show the simple idiots the true power of evil...

They would not be servants of the darkside... they would be slaves. His slaves.
Reaching out a gloved hand through the power of evil, unknown to the unwitty fools presented to him, he tagged there very being, a tag of the purest evil, inwhich, should he desire it, he would be before them, whether in person, or within there minds. should he desire it, they would learn the true potence of that which they sought to command.
his hood came back a third time, letting yet another dark cackle escape his being.

Yes...this Taehun, and this Bane...they were his now...whether they knew it, or not.

Then the strange voices that he had heard before became apparant again, breaking threw the chaos of his mind.
You can not hope to achieve your evil like this entaris... You must find a physical being, then the universe shall fall to you
his being suddenly shuddered as a snarl escaped from him in denial.
-What are you?-
am and the darkness of which you command, i am your possibilities. i am you
then another voice came forth, the other voice he had heard.
Travel dark one...travel far, and find too the ashes of my being... Your power may reunite us all within its once greatness.
His thoughts faded to wonderful black, his hood comming back to release a dark cackle once more... The action seeming strangly fitting for a reason unknown to his chaos.

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once again falling to the shadows, entaris soon made his way into the darkness of space, slipping slowly through the, to him at least, massive whole in the planets defence, finding his way slowly to the surface.

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So-- he mused to himself as one razor claw now lifted to lightly tap against one of those hideous fangs. My dear, dear brother has switched the accursed adept for the choice morsel, has he? So now he is aware of more than I wish him to be; damn his soul into living hell but he is more cunning than I take him to be!

A low growl seeped forth from the bowels of his being, as Dark Lord Roan now considered his error... or perhaps the fact that his new ally was not as powerful as he had been lead to believe. In either case, he chose to learn from it.

His "loving consort" may yet be taken as well...

With this he reached forward through the All, seeking, ripping the very fabric of spacetime asunder that he could likewise reach out and set events into motion which would rip away Her soul, and force Her to yet join with him...

...only to come up against an impossibly blank spot.

The roar which came from his lips would make a volcano quake; his head tilted back and he raised his fisted hands to shake them in complete and soul-consuming rage. His own blood ran freely down his arms where his claws had pierced his own flesh; now opening his eyes, he lowered his hands and glanced at that blood.

Yet more would surely flow....

That this ruse had failed was more than obvious, and had no need to continue. H scowled even more blackly to himself.
Indeed, brother, let slip the dogs of war.... he thought as with a sudden thrust forward he burst farther into the wonderful mysteries of all the forces known to exist, easily ripping that portal wider, and stuck both hands into that searing cold. His seeking hands found and took hold of that which he sought.

Spacetime closed with a little "pop" as in one fell swoop he wrenched the young Thea and his daughter back into his presence. The human was immediately discarded; a quick thought sent for his crony Desolist to come deal with her, as for the moment Entaris seemed to be nowhere about. Instead, he only had eyes for his daughter.

Turquoise orbs stared down into violet-ringed ones which otherwise matched his own. The little babe considered him in uncanny recognition... and then reached up her tiny arms toward him, her fingers wriggling in something akin to delight.

"Da-," she said, then fell into paroxysms of cooing and bubbling laughter in the arms of her father, the Dark Lord of the Warrior clan of the Sith.

Who had every intention of maintaining that title.

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This child accepted him, and had done so without any outcry or any need on his part to "coerce" her into doing so. As she recognized that darkness within him, so did he in her; his chest swelled with sadistic pride with the manner in which they complemented each other.

And so strong....

A great clawed hand reached out to lightly touch ShaRhylla's forehead. Then, ever so gently, ever so insidiously, he pressed the tip of one claw into her flesh. A tiny wound appeared there, red with her young blood.

Immediately Roan slashed the flesh of his wrist, directly over the black tattoo which was there. He then laid that wrist against the child's forehead, that their blood would mingle.

"Flesh of my flesh, and now heir to my Empire," he murmured, before pulling that hand away. Throughout this all, ShaRhylla slept quietly on, dreaming her own strange brand of dark dreams.

Roan's lips curled more fiercely... then that evil grin disappeared as information came slamming into him from the Link he was maintaining with the Crystal. His eyes grew vague, seeking inward to view outward... and another snarl of pleasure erupted from him.

"How foolish of her," he thought to himself as, with an almost palpable snap his focus was drawn back from the images just revealed to him. "As well as being only too obvious. Indeed, She is not as strong as I initially thought She was; my Brother, I think you have erred indeed in choosing this one."

Then leaning down to lightly nip the nose of his sleeping daughter, he left her rooms, his booted footsteps echoing hollowly along the cold stone corridors of his hidden sanctum.

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As unlikely as that might be.

He soon came back to her room, into which he glided like a dark ghost, coming to a stop beside her bed, frowning to see she was yet unaccompanied by any guardian. His eyes began to slit in dissatisfaction when it hit him, square between the eyes.

The Sith's great brow lowered as even he felt the strength of that command. Not that it affected him in the slightest; instead, it captured his attention from where he was standing over the form of his newly baptised daughter. He straightened up from her with a jerk, his one claw still wet with her blood, and cocking his head now concentrated his focus on events which were occurring elsewhere.

He frowned more deeply.

Now he sent out a thought of his own: "Desolist!" that oily tendril snaked out. "Come hither and safeguard my daughter! Her well-being is on your soul, my old friend...."

Soon the rustling sigh came into his ears, like dying leaves in an autumn wind. Lord Roan did not bother to acknowledge Desolist's arrival; such would only be a waste of time and energy. Fully satisfied that ShaRhylla was totally secure, not only within this room beneath the careful scrutiny of the dark jedi, but within his entire hidden sanctum, itself safely beneath a chronotic shield, he simply turned about, reached out into the All...

...and tore open a passageway therein, rending asunder that very thing which makes up time and space as they are known. He stepped through...

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