Family is everything(Remake, Krox, Tormentous)

[Kroxata Akhoi]

He studied his Dathomiri Nightbrother with great interest, the Dark Side still seem to depict him as treacherous, the great swarm of energies around him radiated danger with every second he spent near him. Though his sturdy gaze did not reer far from his eyes, the glowing amber pupils sparked to life every time he reverted back to Neive’s eyes to make sure he was not being mislead in believing such lies that could come from his brother, as he said himself, the Sith was his home it was his life and it showed. Kroxata slowly approached the Neive, standing mere inches away from him his towering figure arcing over his frame his eyes not averting anywhere else only to Neive’s eyes.

He listened intently, catching the possible chance to make his presence known to his enemies, to show that the Sith were alive and were hungry for blood, for conquest, for war. His face brighten up with a smirk visioning the glory he was promised in the Sith temple, seeing millions worship him and billions fearing his name. But there came a catch, something that brought out a light growl. “The alliance plans on moving forces to Botajef to defend it. So, I have made a backup." He cared little for what his brother had planned, he was in no position to give orders to the Dreadlord of the Sith Empire, but as a Nightbrother he gave way for this potential plan, to see if it were of any help.

He knew of the system Botajef was located, but to know it was apart of the Empire’s main trade routes brought much interest into the Dathomiri Hammer, not only would he make this statement a clear sign of war but he could also wreak havoc against the forces of the Empire, leaving them deranged and unprepared for his attacks, then the issue with the Alliance came fourth. Somehow the Alliance were told of an impending attack, and instead of allowing the Empire to deal with their fate alone, they came to their aid, an act of trust that he could not let continue, such an alliance of the two factions would draw their complete attention to the Sith, resulting in their inevitable end once again.

"Botajef is on one of the empire's most trusted trade routes, the hydian way. However, since the alliance is moving towards it, we can instead take a different planet on the same route: Celanon. If we can manage to successfully capture celanon, then not only will it expand sith territory, but it will also force the empire to use a different trade route: Specifically one that moves on the border between the empire and alliance. The close proximity will have some people get jumpy from both sides, and more and more battles will play out. This will make the resources in the transports change hands and will also bring casualties from both factions." A most intriguing plan to place pressure on both sides, but once again the issue with taking a planet that sat in between the forces of the Alliance and Empire would mean Kroxata would be fighting on two fronts. The treaties between the two had to be broken and then it hit him, Neive was under the banner of the Alliance, he could play a crucial role in turning the tide of battle.

He reared back, finally giving the two some distance no longer daunting over his brother to ensure he did not play him as a pawn in his game. His face returned back to a simple smirk “You seem to forget, if the Alliance are moving to stop an attack from the Sith, then I would have two enemies fighting simultaneously, in order to truly emerge victories from this, The Empire and Alliance must continue their petty war.” He looks beyond Neive to the opening doors to his chamber, the petite figure of his apprentice casted a small shadow on the ground before the Dreadlord. The shadow lowering even further until finally the robed Miralukan could be seen, kneeling before her master and at very perfect timing. “Ah, my apprentice. You have come a such good timing. Brother, if an attack of this magnitude is to work, we must force the hand of fate to turn two sides against each other once again, if I can recall you serve under the banner of the Alliance, I require you to frame the Alliance by attacking the Empire by any form, assassination, infiltration, raiding the choice can be yours, but you must show that the Alliance committed it, and it has to be a strong enough message to have the fleet looming over Botajef to be seen as a threat. This can also serve as a test to your loyalty, you say you are with the Sith, and yet your past deeds would have you publically executed for your treason against the Emperor, you must prove to me, to the Sith that you are one of us.” Kroxata turns away from his brother strolling back to his elevated throne that he so dearly enjoys, he stops just before the steps to his sign of authority over others, turning his headsideon to Neive. “I trust you brother, but with your recent actions I cannot take any risks. Xendiss!” He calls for her attention assuming she would submit to his role as the master, “You will accompany Neive on his attack, or whatever he chooses, ensure that he is with you at all times, and if he by any means abandons the mission for his own benefit, you have my permission to kill him.”

[Neive Undant]

Throughout his speech, he knew that Kroxata, although trusting of him for the most part, was wary of Neive's plan. But if this plan was to continue, Neive knew, he would have to oblige to his brother's plan as well.
"We must force the hand of fate to turn the two sides against each other..." Of course. He should have thought, if both factions were at Botajef but were not to fight one another, it would mean disaster for the sith. He needed to push the two factions against each other... and he already brewed with ideas of just how.
"Of course... I'll get right on it." He gave another smile, his eyes slowly fading back to the blue irises that he had known for so long.

"You will accompany Neive..." He looked to the girl. A small complication if he had to hold the hand of his brother's apprentice, but he hoped that this was not the case. That last line... "You have permission to kill him." Although Neive took no offense, as he knew the sith were cautious when dealing with him, but his question was how well trained was this girl? Neive had spent years and his training was next to nothing... had his brother trained an apprentice past Neive himself? Pitiful of him. He knew he should be more powerful... he needed to catch up on training, and soon. But that wasn't the task at hand.
"If I may ask, brother... I need a safe way out of sith space without permission. May I borrow a prison ship?" He looked down, annoyed he had to ask of such. "In order to measure the empire's strength near sith space, I must find out first hand. Being captured by the sith and transported to Onderon could give an excuse for someone to leave sith space and move through imperial space. They'll capture the ship and I'll be there, measuring their security measures."
He sighed. "The ship... will most likely not come back."

With that, the plan had been made for the future. If this plan works, both Neive and Kroxata knew... The sith would be seen as a true threat to the empire, and the alliance would be on watch. However, it would also press the empire and alliance against one another. The galaxy will be more on edge than ever, and the sith will be tested... however, they will also be in a position almost even with the other factions. And Neive knew that if this happened... then the war will take a turn never seen before: a free-for-all for control of the galaxy. That was what Neive wanted... and knew that when worst came to worst, the sith would survive, and even thrive in the chaos.

[Xendiss Rayne]

Upon the call of her name, the dark, blindfolded sister of the Sith quickly rose to her feet, clenched fists at her side whilst bearing her chest in a robust form, paying testament to her readiness. No inquiry slipped forth from her tongue. She awaited her order after the brief moment past, the rising inclination of her body into a formal, upright figure causing the hood to slide back, its rimming tip only covering the to of the red curtains of her veil that hung over her eyes.

Sneering with a glare over towards Neive, Xendiss learnt as she heard his name, twitching upon the mentioning of the plan being 'whatever he chooses'. The final part of the decree further causes him to question the man's presence and loyalties as the youngling is warned of his potential path led astray to her Dreadlord's order. Emotions upon her profile made it appear as if she was reluctant, but she was more than willing, not averting his sight towards Kroxata whilst staring, picking up a familiarity with his essences in the process.

Yet again, quiet ensues in a relatively awkward passing of time before she licks her lips, the sound of her mouth echoing through as the moisture in her mouth once tightening her lips parts, preparing her speech. "As you wish, my lord." Standing strong and ready, she listens back to the conversation, slowly turning her Force sight back unto the Dreadlord, awaiting any further word, or a departure for the two.

She bears her decree willingly.

[Kroxata Akhoi]

Such a request came to quite some confusion to the Dreadlord, what need would his Nightbrother have to require a Sith prison ship? It seemed too specific and besides if he was framing the Alliance then using a Sith ship to enter Imperial territory would make little to no sense. The request halted his advance back to his throne, leaving the room in a moment of silence before he finally turns his head once again, his brow tensed and his eyes glowing even more. After explaining his action it appeared he too needed to conceal himself from his s called ‘allies’ finally making sense with his actions, but testing the Empire was something that Kroxata felt to be unnecessary, on multiple occasions he has fought against the Empire, combating their stormtroopers and Star Destroyers whilst also bearing witness to their more feared weapons. “Fine, you may borrow the prison ship, but remember you are not alone in this mission. I wish I could allow you to go on your own desires, but my place is with the Sith, they come first, and any threat, including my own family, cannot be allowed to destroy it.”

Reaching his throne he slowly takes his place upon his statement of dominance, both hands either side of the arm rests whilst his back slid calmly into the throne looking down upon Neive and his apprentice. “I cannot let my forces be captured, and their will be more beside you, serving as Alliance soldiers. Remember what your goal is brother, if you fail then it will mean the end for you and the Sith.”

The rear doors open wide revealing the two escorting magna guards, their tall slender frame towering over Neive and Xendiss, but upon setting their sights of Neive, they immediately ignited their Electrostaves, a purple sizzling cluster of electricity formed on either end with both taking a defensive stance. It seemed they were about to attack, until they glance up to their master, raising his hand causing both to cease their attack, returning to a neutral stance. “Take what you need, I will have the arrangements made, you will be leading a small squad of my men, along with my apprentice, but she will have direct command. They will follow your plan until enough damage has been done then I would like them back in one piece…”

[Neive Undant]

As his request was granted, Neive gave only a nod. He was not expecting, and his silence was in gratitude.
"You are not alone in this mission..."
Neive knew this fact. however, if this plan was to go off, he knew what he needed to do.
Neive was always the paranoid type. But that was not always the case when it came to family. Although he was armed with his vibro blades, Neive made no attempt to grab them as the guards moved forward towards him. Although he never knew the intentions of others, he never allowed himself to be attacked without defending himself. Of course he knew that his brother would call off the two dogs who saw him as a threat, but he almost surprised himself at the fact that he did not reach for his weapons. Neive looked back to his brother as he spoke, listening and nodding. "I will only need the necessities."
He walked out of the room and looked to his brother's apprentice.
"I will make this mission quick. I need you to go to onderon and wait for me there. If I'm not there in three rotations, then you can find me and kill me. Otherwise... I know what we need to do." He walked to the sith prison ship as the back opened, looking to his own trilon aggressor. "Take my ship... I'll be back for it soon enough."

[Xendiss Rayne]

With a light snarl, Xendiss listens to the command, showing no acceptance. Not even a mere nod to acknowledge the order. However, she shows no obvious protest, not arguing the decree of her lord to follow his command. Storming off aside, Xendiss calls upon her assigned squadron, observing over the ship. Whilst the ship appears translucent to her Force sight, Xendiss examines over its build, a permanent grimace upon her face. Never has she been a fan of ships.

As she parts aside from Neive, watching his essences from afar enter the prison ship, shifting back to the set of ten troopers before her, raising a swift hand into the air. Snapping her fingers to express alarm, Xendiss begins shouting across the hangar to issue commands, stretching out her echoing voice across the scene, drawing some eyes from afar.

"Our lord has issued our orders! Get moving!" Yelling across the scene, they soon march to the ship, half of the forces rallying up to the entrance of the ship before its opening undocks a ramp to ascend into the interior. The others stand readied for orders.

"All in. We're supervising one of the Dreadlord's dogs."

Heeding her command, each and every trooper marches in, the initial five entering up the ramp first, blasters at the ready. Xendiss follows behind the rear of the five, being the dedicated pilot of the combat shuttle, where the other half of the minor squadron assigned to her command follow after, sealing up the ship behind them.

Its engines begin to roar to life and systems of the terminal spark up in a myriad of lights before the pilot as Xendiss strides behind him, looking out to the dark expanse before them through the shield covering the entire opening of the hangar.

"Take us to Onderon. We'll be waiting."