"I did what?!" The Proconsul exclaimed and the Roll Master cringed.

"You approved an order for one thousand Porgs and a dozen Nexu." Mune had the decency to act sheepish. He had been commanded by the Consul to follow up the discrepancy in the Proconsul's holiday budget. To say that she had been... upset... would be an understatement.

"Does that sound like something I would do?!"

Mune held up the datapad. "The first order was for 50 Porgs - for roasting. And a Nexu on... the Barbie? What is a Barbie, Braeby?" The Roll Master knew he was pushing it. The Elder was turning red in the face, but he didn't reach for the datapad to dispute the entirely fabricated statement of his peer. Instead, his eyes darted from the left to the right as he ran the calculations.

"I thought you said-"

"Yes, the order was much greater. But that was only the initial order. Apparently you put one in through the Excidium Headquarters then amended the order several hours later... and changed the notes on the order concerning its purpose."

The ice blue eyes of the former Krath bored into the fox-eared Roll Master. "And. what. did. it. say?" His words were punctuated with a seething hatred building within him.

Mune continued to adlib, "To repopulate Caina with a species of bird that is both hard, fierce, and loyal to the Empire." Mune thumbed through several screens on his data pad. "And it says here that you also requested for the Porg to become the official mascot of the Clan; though, you did stipulate that Sith could hunt the small creatures with assistance of the Nexu."

"Oh, did I?"

"Yes," Mune nodded, "as long as the Nexu didn't eat you. That was your only requirement."

Braecen turned his back towards the Equite and stared out the window in his office. It was the centerpiece of the room - everything was positioned to accentuate its dominance and the landscape that is surveyed below. It was a trapping of power and prestige that the Elder could not let go. Even with the destruction of the Cocytus System.

"I will be on my way to the Excidium Summit," Braecen barked. "I will sort out this matter immediately."

Mune watched the black clad man storm from his chambers towards the landing pad that would escort him to one of the Clan's larger ships. From there he would make a short jump in-system to come to the Bandit Moon that Excidium now considered their domain. The fox-eared man laughed to himself, stopped recording his entry, and sent the video file to Raiju with a simple message: "Merry Christmas!"

Meditation: THOUGHTS BROKEN, that’s the only thing that came into her mind…But how? “Jedi are not suppose to be like that” a voice inside of her said.. Why??? Oh,she definitely knew why….And that’s when tears filled her brown eyes..She couldn’t hold it anymore,Zeline covered her eyes,sat down because she had no strength and started crying…If anybody could see her right now,they would think she was mourning a beloved one…But that wasn’t far from her reality..At a later time when her eyes turned red because of crying she thought: Meditation is that the medication?
Zeline Nemesis was a Jedi,she had to reorganize herself and exceed that situation.For her,meditation works only if she closes her eyes ,takes a deep breath and rub her belly,she was pregnant at the time and it should be kept as a secret from everyone including the Force. Zeline had to focus on her thoughts but that was what scared her the most,because by thinking and clearing her mind even if she could realize the situation better,the bad facts still were remaining facts.Although she could analyze them,step by step try to understand why is this happening and what to expect,so when the final result would come,to be able to deal with it.Her thoughts wouldn’t leave her alone not even for a minute. Zeline Nemesis wanted to scream to stop it but she couldn’t..Only choice she had,was to focus on the future.Hope guides her,this is what its takes her through the day and especially the night..With meditation everyone can understand itself better..First she tried not to think of anything, then she organized her thoughts according to the time that everything happened and by pretending she was someone else not related to the situation she tried to solve it,so she would be objective…If not anything could be solved,she would try to focus on the AFTER time…BUT so many questions with no answers from the person she cared about,no way to reach him,his absence made it seem like he didn’t exist in real life,even if she was sleeping and waking up with him on her mind..Therefore,even if she had the willing to solve the situation or find out the truth,how would she solve the problem if the answers weren’t possible to come from her but only from him?At that moment she reminded to herself that everything has to do with balance in meditation,embrace the good emotions but not go that deep into feelings and lose control… While doing meditation at the same time you are letting yourself free,you control everything that has to do with evil bad and negativity and try to stick with the Jedi Code … “Never leave the light path” a friend said in the past but Zeline Nemesis already knew that falling in LOVE for a Jedi is a dangerous trap.. And that has to do not only with emotions you can’t control but with the fear of being betrayed by the person you love and become literally broken,that can turn you into the evil path..It wasn’t a secret anymore she struggled,she suffered, she felt betrayed, that was more than she could ever handle.When he disappeared everything happened so fast for no apparent reason and the explanation she received after pursuing it,didn’t match with the facts she had seen… Yes,meditation may helps when she tried to cope with the situation but in the area that she suffered only that person could actually save her by telling her the truth…Waiting endless days,counted every minute,every second but meditation didn’t really help her because the facts and her reality were harsh .She didn’t want to be betrayed,who does? She didn’t want to live in a lie or hear lies again..The baby inside her belly kicked her again,that made her come back to reality and deal with the struggle for her lost love or waiting to find out if her beloved one was actually being captive..? Meditation: Does it really help or we make ourselves believe that it helps,until the situation is being solved on it’s own,so we won’t have any more thoughts to analyze..? But a fact for real: In meditation beautiful things will happen if you distance yourself from negativity .Inside her mind all these occurred in silence…Besides meditation has to do in some type of way with SILENCE!!! P.S I don't know how to upload a music video from youtube so it's: How far i'll go-Moana!! But the lyrics define me and i love the music too♡♡♡ "so come find me and let me know what's beyond that line....no one knows How far it goes.."

The sound of a waterfall glistened in the ears of Sariel, the raging water cascading over rocks and providing a cooling mist. The human’s muscles ached from his morning exercises, his daily ritual of practicing kata and weapons forms always doing the trick to awaken his mind with a tempest of thoughts and feelings. He sat in a lotus position, the coolness of the moss covered rock he sat upon providing him a small degree of comfort from his sweat covered clothing.
He breathed in deeply, closing his eyes as his mind wandered through the rapid fire of images and memories. He allowed each one to play out, embracing both the positivity and negativity that came from each. The music made by the natural beauty that surrounded Sariel allowed him to further grasp these experiences, working through the emotions that came from them and scrubbing their hold on his conscious thought away. It would not be long, however, until the memory that refused to leave would surface and Sariel could feel the anxiety in his chest swell at the fear of experiencing it once more.
In his mind, he saw the orange hue of flames in the darkness. He smelled the soot and ash of his monastery burning, the scent of charred flesh stinging his nostrils as he heard the crying and screams of those he was meant to protect. He felt the ache of his failure as he witnessed his Grand Master struck down by a man in black, the ringing of the vile beast’s cackle stinging the human. His home laid waste, his brethren butchered and slain, and the feeling of hopelessness attacked his heart and mind in a horrid offensive.
His eyes burst open as the image of the beast entered his view. A monster in the guise of a man, blood stained skin coupled with a horrible visage of a face roared in his mind. A single tear rolled down his cheek as he closed his eyes once more, refusing to fail again at his mental exercise. He focused harder, trying his best to control the memory in his mind as if it were a lucid dream. In his memory, he saw himself look down at his hands and see the weapon that he could not find that day. It was a long ebony staff, the special carvings and carefully wrapped linen seeming to smile as he held the trusted friend in his hand. He forced himself to approach the beast, destroying the memory in his mind and creating a new experience. He was younger then, when fear and anger still held him back from action. He could not change yesterday, but he could make it so that the tragedy of his past no longer held sway over his future.
“Oh, another notch for my belt.” said the Umbaran, his hand holding a black leather sash that was mangled and mutilated by tally marks.
Sariel ignored his taunt, instead gathering his inner strength and energy in preparation for the battle. A crimson blade came from the beast, his cackling renewed with vigor at the sight of his weapon. The human gave no reaction, staying his position and readying himself for the Umbaran to strike. Like a creature uncaged, the black clad warrior lunged at Sariel with his saber in a downward strike. Sariel rolled forward, past his opponent, and placed three strikes against his enemy. One blow landed behind the knee, forcing his opponent to stagger, the other two strikes landing on one side of his body and the other side of his head. The Sith howled, immediately turning around and striking wildly. A thrust burst forth, another lunge, another downward strike. Excitement roared in Sariel’s mind, the path his new memory was forging far better than any previous attempt. Sariel counterattacked, his quarterstaff sending a flurry of strikes in various spots. Like a whirlwind, Sariel came down upon his enemy and made multiple strikes against him. Each hit, however, only caused laughter to come from his enemy. It unnerved the human just enough to provide a window for the beast.
As Sariel attempted another strike, the Umbaran used his darkness to summon a telekinetic thrust against the human which sent him spiraling backward. His hands released his quarterstaff and sent it flying. When he landed, his head hit the rubble of a building that sent shockwaves of pain throughout the Odanite’s body, dazing him just long enough for his opponent to stand above him and smile. It was then that Sariel saw the true face of the creature, a beast with no lips, nose, or ears staring at him with murderous glee.
“Not this time, boy.” said the beast, readying his saber to plunge it into Sariel’s heart. As it came down, darkness covered the memory in the man’s mind which forced his eyes to open and bring him back to the present. Once more, the human failed to banish the last bastion of memory that harbored the emotions he worked so hard to suppress. The beast lived by a code of death, destruction, and chaos, and Sariel knew that only through life, meditation, and serenity could he hope to change the hold the creature had on him.

Arron stalked silently through the trees and grass, carefully so not to spook the woodland creature before him. This new planet had an abundance of fresh and unfamiliar wildlife; a perfect hunting ground. Seraph was an unfamiliar planet to the Dark Jedi, but it was where Scholae Palatinae had chosen to make their new home. He needed to get acquainted.

He burst from the coverings, his claws flashing out, one set bone, one set metal. Green eyes flashed sulfurous yellow.

And the forest life would need to get acquainted to him.

Cathar was a wild planet, and its people were hunters of that wilderness. Hunting was in Arron’s blood, in his soul. And through his soul, he connected with The Dark Side.

It had been a hard lesson, long in learning, and cruel in living. It wasn’t until he had come to Antei, and learned of the Dark Side, that the scattered pieces fell into place. The universe was wild, and all in it, were the predator, or the prey.

The animal bleated and screamed, thrashed about, but Arron was relentless. He had let go of thought, let go of reason, and embraced the Hunt. He was predator, it was prey; this was the way of things, the Dark Side itself was proof of this.

The creature, a thing with black fur and five twisting horns, finally fell silent, and the woods fell quiet once more. It didn’t last long; a howl broke the night, and Arron could sense them coming in the Force.

A group of three broke into the clearing where Arron stood over his prey, large and bear-like, with vaguely humanoid forelimbs. The lead one, bigger than the others, and with a nasty scar across its face, stepped forward. The Alpha. And Arron was in its territory. That could not go unpunished.

The creature charged, bellowing in rage. Arron didn’t bother returning the gesture. He crouched low, waiting for just the right-NOW!

Arron leapt into the air, the Force granting him altitude no mundane body could reach, and landed on the monster’s back. Before it could react, Arron sent a stream of lightning into it’s body, and listened as the creature shrieked-

“Arron!”

Arron blinked his eyes open to see his Battle Team leader Callindra waving her hand in front of his face.

“C’mon, eyes open Arron, we’re landing in ten.”
“Right,” Arron said, the memory of the hunt a week prior receding in his mind. “I’ll be ready.”

That seemed to satisfy the Sith Lady, and she went to check with the other members of the Battle Team.

Arron stood to stretch, and caught his reflection in to metal of the ship. The bright yellow of his eyes was slowly fading back into its natural green, but flecks of yellow seemed to linger. That had been happening more and more lately, he knew.

As the ship landed, and the Team gathered to disembark for their mission, Arron allowed his thoughts to return to that hunt once more. It had been good, but the memory had begun to grow a bit...stale. He’d need to hunt again soon, after this mission preferably, to make fresh memories to meditate on. Perhaps see some of the other wildlife of Seraph…

The way of the Dark Side was the way of passion, and while many Sith and Dark Jedi chose to meditate on their rage, their hate, or even their lusts, he communed with the Dark Side through the thrill of hunting. Cathar were hunters, and in this way, he knew he’d surpassed the most legendary of his ancestor’s numbers.

The bay doors opened, and a humid wave of air, accompanied by the sounds of strange birds and beast heralded the sight of a lush jungle. Arron smirked. Or perhaps he’d get to hunt again sooner than he thought.