Star Wars:Galactic Unrest, Prologue: A Far Cry

Sephiroth ponders the question for a few minutes. "Difficult but manageable for me... Hmm. Assassinating the Grandmaster of the Jedi without starting a war." He turns and winks at his apprentice. "But I think that's a bit out of your league for now. Actually... I think I'll have you do a bit of recon."

Natala opened her eyes, she had felt a great disturbance in the force recently in the outer rim.
Something did not set feel right and she slowly rose to her feet.
"The padawans should be safe and secure." She thought, exiting her chambers.
She made her way to the council room. It was empty and she took a seat.

"The force is always in motion." She whispered, and went into
Deep meditation.

"How long?" Dur asked as he looked at a holographic map of the galaxy. "Why not have me 'enlist' in the Jedi Order?"

The Sith Lord pondered his apprentice's words for a few moments. "That really depends," he answers finally. "On whether or not you think you can pull it off. This is your first assignment after all, not your final exam to become a Sith. But if you think you can do it... Then by all means. I certainly appreciate your eagerness to prove yourself. Just be wary of the Council, particularly the Grandmaster. They can be... Tricky."

"Not much," the dark lord replies casually. "Really, the planets are just big metropolises. Giant cities and all that. Nothing I can say to you will prevent you from being overwhelmed when we arrive, so it's best you just see and experience it for yourself. We'll be arriving on Drommund Kaas in a little over two days. Best you use this time to rest and meditate. There is a fridge in the back with enough rations for a few weeks, in case you get hungry or thirsty."

Remus pondered on the happenings of the days events.
Reaching Tython would take two days, and getting to the forge, another two.
He decided that meditating was his best bet.
Shelia had already taken A1 somewhere, and even practicing his lightsaber forms wasn't
Enough to cure his boredom.

The next few days pass in quiet relaxation, while the dark lord muses over his recent decision to accept an apprentice. This boy could prove greater than them all, that much would be obvious even if you were as blind as a Rat Mole. And that's where things could get tricky... Drackoth might fear the boy's potential, and disallow the apprenticeship. Drackoth has grown increasingly paranoid in recent years, and he's lost some of that famous sight of his. Well, Drackoth does have a reason to be paranoid, but he doesn't intend to rebel just yet... Sephiroth sighs, leaning back in the pilot's chair and closing his eyes. He only has a few seconds however, before the ship's computer sounds.

"Approaching destination," the electronic voice announces blandly. "Destination, Dromuund Kaas. Initiating descent... Atmospheric procedures engaged..."

His eyes open, and he grins. "Hey, boy! We're here!"