Manually added by Grand Master Telaris "Mav" Cantor

Tra'an
Alert, Adaptive
Agile, Stalking, Cloaked
Killer, Judge, Jury, Executioner
Evaluating, Incriminating, Judging
Lanky, Lithe,
Sith

The sound of the waves crashing on the shore brought Tra'an to wakefulness slowly. His fingers gripped the sand slowly as he raised his head and found himself confronting a tropical climate with naught but his lightsaber, a holoreader, and a strategically placed sheet, to provide shade from the glaring sun.

The sand was warm, but not brutally so, having been kept in the shade through the heat of the day. It was pleasant, and a surprise to find himself alone in the middle of Force forsaken nowhere. As he stretched and considered his option, it occurred to him that it had been some decades since he had taken a real vacation and just relaxed.

Between running Plagueis, and before it growing to power within the Brotherhood, he'd had very little time of peace and quiet to enjoy reading. As he picked up the holo-reader, he determined that it was filled with enough material to keep him busy for months, just enjoying the backlog of historical and fictional tales he had accumulated.

Idly, he wondered if he should bother trying to escape what was obviously meant to keep him sidelined from the activities at hand in the Brotherhood, as people jockeyed for power with hopes of the death or removal of Sarin.

Afterall, many people coveted the hope of being named Deputy Grand Master to Mav once Sarin was out of the picture. The lure of power and prestige was too much for some people. As he settled back to read, his only regret was in not having a bottle of Whyren's to enjoy. Though, he mused, at least he wouldn't have the agony of finishing the bottle and not having more. That, after all, was true torture.

As the sun continued to move across the sky, and the waves up the beach, Tra'an lost himself in time, far away from the worries of the Brotherhood.

There once was a woman named Selika.
She looked more like an Angelica
She had quite a temper,
Never would she simper,
She'd give it to you for the helluva!

Selika is Boss, Lady of the Clan Plagueis, Fear her spooky wrath

"Now is the time of Plagueis!", Selika orated from atop her throne. "Now is the time in which we take advantage of the distraction that Pravus' war with the Lotus has created. Now are the days in which we return Plagueis to Ascendancy!" She paused for a moment, watching the faces, both those present and those on holocoms. "Long have been the days or our exile from the halls of Power. Not since Chi-Long himself sat the Iron Throne, has there been a Grand Master risen from our ranks. Even now, though once a Plagueian, he was also a Revanite and an Arconan.

Such foolishness is the very core of what is wrong with our Brotherhood. Disloyalty, disunion, disaster. The loss of identity, of ideals, in the face of defeat. We know now that this Grand Master is sick. Like those before him who have stayed too long, he has developed a loss of self that has led to the belief that his is the infallible right. Unhinged, he has made bad choices, and they have led us to the now.

His lack of commitment to the ideals of adaptation, ascendancy, and availing have caused this fracture within our Brotherhood. He no longer adapts to new information, or Ascends in the face of adversity, or avails him of reality. We will prove ourselves to be the best by taking advantage of this lack to climb back to our rightful place as a Clan. As the ASCENDANT CLAN! Let there be no mistake, we have adapted. We WILL Ascend, and we will Avail ourselves of the spoils.

Be not fearful in this time of triumph, for the victory shall be ours. FOR PLAGUEIS!

Manually added by Savant Kelly Mendes