Made some changes to Chapter One to fit into continuity. Didn't particularly like how that chapter was written, but I'm too lazy to revamp the entire story. As an FYI, the Sith in my stories have little or no redeeming qualities. Boros is a sociopath. Vhexra has a very short temper and psychopathic tendencies. It's pretty clear cut for me.

Passion, it is energy. Knowledge, it is power. - Francis Bacon

3653 BBY, Boros's Flagship, Low Earth Orbit over Dromund Kaas. Vhexra.

The first thing I was aware of when I awoke was a searing pain in my legs. I gasped, straightening myself, and I was pushed gently back down onto the bed. I struggled to turn my head and survey my surroundings. The woman who was attending me was a frail shell of a pureblood, barely able to walk. I wondered about her purpose, what Boros could possibly need her for. She noticed my eyes drifting about, and, smiling, began to utter words from those cracked lips. "You're awake, young jen'jidai. The Lord was wondering when you would awake." I tried to respond, but she cut me off before I could begin. "He was always a curious one. First there was the Mandalorian… now it is you."

I had no idea what this woman was talking about, or who the Mandalorian could possibly be, but I had no time to waste speaking with old women. I needed to escape this ship and report back to Tython. The Jedi will need all the assistance they can get after the Coruscant debacle. "How do I get off this ship?" I asked, eyes darting for any sign of escape.

The woman chuckled. "I have already called for the guards to come and escort you. Brett's instructions were very clear, little one. You are to be brought to him planetside. Can you walk?"

I moved out of my bed, struggling to stand. "I don't think so."

The woman sighed. "Then I must carry you." She bent down and plucked her from her bed, carrying her as if she were a sack of flour. "I will bring you to the transport, and you will be on your own from there, young one."

I was still in shock. "What... are you?"

The woman smiled. "You will find that Boros has many secrets, little girl. Do not presume to know him. Do not presume to know his company. There is so much more that you have yet to learn. Now silence yourself. We are approaching the ship."

The "ship" was a small pod, designed for interplanetary transport, hardly something you'd want to use to enter orbit. "Am I travelling in this?" I asked, incredulous.

The woman nodded. "You will be piloted directly to the Citadel. Lord Boros wishes to present you to the Dark Council." The woman stopped speaking for a minute, watching my features contort in horror. "Be on your best behavior. Brett likes you, I think. Best you stay in one piece." She gently laid me down in the transport, and strapped me in. "You'll be picked up planetside by one of Nox's friends. Be polite, now. Do try to stay alive, little jen'jidai." With those words, she shut the transport and launched me streaking down to the Sith capital.

Dark Council Chambers. Boros & Vhexra

Ravage sighed with impatience. "You said you had something important to show us, Boros. I realize that the Sphere of Mysteries doesn't like to share, but you could at least not keep all of us waiting. We have other important things to discuss."

Boros sighed. Ever since he had slit Rictus's throat, Ravage had been out to undermine him. He was quite tired of it, really. Nox was the first to respond. "Now, now, Ravage. I realize that you have had issues with Lord Boros, but that is no excuse to be rude. I'm sure he has a good reason for bringing us here." She looked over at me. "You do have a reason, correct?"
I smiled. Nox was my first ally on the Council, and one of the three that I actually trusted with anything vital. "Of course, Lord Nox. It should be arriving within the moment." As I uttered these words, a woman entered the room, trailed by a giant Dashade. "And here they are."

-Vhexra-

It had been a long ride to the Citadel. The Dashade was the only company I had, and it did little talking, except for acknowledging that he was bound to Nox. He (it?) was a giant, standing well over eight feet, and he held a vibroblade sharper than his claws. As we entered the Citadel, some apprentices bowed for the giant, showing at least some sort of respect or social stature, highly unusual for an alien in the Empire. I thought that we would be taken to one of the many rooms diverging off of the Sanctum, but we headed straight, directly into the chambers of the Dark Council. As I entered the room, I was awed by its size. I had been told that they were large, but this was the smaller of the two Dark Council chambers, and it still dwarfed the Jedi Council room by at least three times. It was a while before my jaw finally slammed shut. When my attention refocused, I saw something that chilled me to the bone.

Sitting at those chairs were all twelve of the most powerful Sith in the galaxy, each staring intently at me. The first one to speak was Boros, his electronic voice resonating throughout the chamber. "Fellow Councillors, may I present to you Vhexra Nivix, formerly of the Jedi Order."

Ravage was not impressed. "Is this some sort of joke, Boros? A Jedi? This is what I had to abandon my fleet for? Kill her and be over with it."
Nox, however, licked her lips. "How exquisite! If you don't want her, Boros, I would be glad to take her… she'd be nice company." The Councillors began to argue amongst themselves, some taking the side of Ravage, others waiting for Boros to elaborate. After a while, however, Marr raised his hand, and all went silent.

"Boros, explain."

Boros nodded. "Of course, Lord Marr." He turned his head to me, and I could almost feel the cold washing over me. "Khem, if you would?" Khem grunted deeply, pulling a deep black box out of his bag, and, setting it delicately on the floor, opened it. I gasped as it revealed the holocron of Sorzus Syn, the same holocron that had tempted me in the Temple archives. "This, my lords, may well be the only fully surviving holocron of Sorzus Syn. It has bonded with this young Jedi."

A murmur rose throughout the chamber, and I finally gained the courage to speak. "What do you mean… bonded?"

Vowrawn smiled. "He means that you have forged a blood connection with the holocron. We need you alive to access it." He gestured to the holocron. "Touch it. Now."

I stuttered heavily. "Do… do I have to?"

Nox smiled. "If you don't, I'll have to take you." She smiled conspiratorially. "Please don't touch it."

I shuddered, reaching my hand out tentatively. Darth Marr nodded his head encouragingly, and I slammed my hand down on the holocron. A wave of energy washed over me, and a voice like Alderaanian silk appeared in my head. "Jen'jidai… Open your mind to me… Let me take control…" I could feel the power that the holocron was emitting to me, and I let go, letting the voice fill my essence and my being. As I felt the power flowing through me, I screamed and gave myself to the voice completely.

-Boros-

The Jedi pulsed with power, and her hand never let go of the holocron. As the light began to fade, the holocron stop pulsating, and when the Jedi finally collapsed onto the ground, the holocron turned into dust. I gasped with shock. I was head of the Sphere of Mysteries. To think that all the knowledge gathered there was lost… It could not be true. But then the Jedi slowly levitated up, and her golden hair waved around her waist, her body pulsing with power, her braid knocking against her hips. But her eyes… her eyes were not her own. Her eyes pulsed a deep red, a stark contrast from the gentle blue that they once were. She began to speak. "What… what did you do to me?!"

All the Councilors remained silent, dumbfounded by the power present, but I knew better. "She did it. To think, she was thousands of years behind us, but she succeeded." I muttered, rising up from my chair and descending until I was less than a foot away from the girl.

Ravage looked terrified. "What do you mean, Boros? What is that?" he hissed, pointing at the young Jedi on the ground.

I smiled. "She absorbed the knowledge of the holocron. The blood connection let her absorb the knowledge. She's the vessel of thousands of holocrons, massed into one." I smiled. "The pain must be unbearable." I turned my head to Darth Marr. "In the interest of preserving this knowledge, death to the Jedi is out of the picture. I would request torture, breaking her to a point where she could be molded into something more loyal to our cause." I smirked. "My helpers in the Sphere will be well equipped."

Vhexra spat in my face, rage apparent in her eyes. "You can do your worst. The Jedi will find me, and when they do, I'll be sure to kill you last."

Marr chuckled, a surprising sound in the chambers. "Filled with fire, this one. You have your permission, Boros. I would see your results as soon as they are yielded." He nodded. "Take her away."

I smiled down at her, planting a kiss on her pursed lips. She stared up at me in shock, mouth agape, as the guardsmen led her away to the catacombs of the Citadel. This would be fun, no doubt about it.

Tython, Jedi Temple. Persis.

I could hear her screams. The Council told me I was imagining things, but I knew differently. The Sith would never have given a prisoner mercy. It is not their way. When I requested a small team of volunteers for a rescue, the Council confined me to my quarters, saying that I was "filled with anger." It's hard not to be angry when one of our own was being tortured by those savages. Vhexra, stubborn as she was, always had a soft heart. She was easily malleable. I told them that, I told them that she wouldn't survive a week unless we got her out of that hell. "We are at peace," they told me. When I retorted that the Treaty of Coruscant was hardly peace, they were on the verge of stripping me of my Masterhood. By the third week, her screams had amplified. I could no longer sleep, could no longer eat without shaking in pain. They didn't understand that I had to at least get a message to her, telling her that I was alright. "Too much risk," they said. Damn the risk! This was far more important than any single person. And yet I… I knew they were right. My emotions were clouding my judgement. Attachments were weighing me down, and there was nothing I could do about it. Didn't mean I wouldn't try, though. I swore to myself that I would bring Vhexra back to the Jedi, or I would die trying.

Dromund Kaas, Citadel Torture Chambers. Vhexra.

Four weeks, six days, and three hours. During all of that time, the Jedi had not come for me. Hadn't even contacted me. Not once, no no no. Not once. The only constant companion I possessed was the inquisitor. Day in, day out. She would ask me things that I did not know. Things that she knew I did not know. And when I failed to answer them, I would receive my "punishment." Hours of it. And finally, when I felt that I could not scream any louder, she would stop. She would smile, and then she would express her hopes that I could answer her correctly tomorrow. I hated her. I hated her so much. All the while, that voice in my head, deep down, promised me everything. She promised me retribution against my captors, vengeance, their corpses at my feet. And so I had listened, absorbed what she said. And finally, when the inquisitor had returned that day, on the third hour of the sixth day of the fourth week, I was ready for her.

When she asked me her questions, I refused to answer. Then she smiled her tainted smile and hurled her lightning at me. But I was ready. I knew what must be done. So I absorbed the electricity, focusing it on my restraints. When they burst loose, the look on my torturer's face was one of terror. As it should have been. When I began separating her ribcage from her body, one bone at a time, my mind processed a scream from somewhere, a distant place. It did not matter. Only my vengeance mattered. When I was finished with her, when my hands were slick with her blood, I took my sabers from her belt and moved on. It felt good to have them back. They had grown to be an extension of my body, and I felt incomplete without them. I then moved on to the hallways, my mind dull and numb. I lost count of how many Sith I killed. I knew that my abilities were incapable of performing this sort of feat. The darkness that voice had injected into me turned me into a machine, an unstoppable force of death. I did not object, though. I had been wronged. This would make it right. This was what had doomed us on Coruscant. Our Council would never take action against the Sith homeworld, and yet here I was, cutting swathes through them in their most protected place.

I knew where I had to go. I began to notice the pyramids surrounding me, and I began to stalk towards the Sphere of Mysteries, which was mysteriously devoid of any guards. It mattered little. I knew that there was only one man who would understand what was happening - a man whose tongue I currently desired mounted on my wall. As much as it pained me to say it, I required the help of that huttslug if I ever wanted to return to the Jedi with my sanity intact. All I needed to do now was find his office…
-Boros-

The day had been dreadfully boring. After the regularly scheduled meeting of the Council, an event that never ceased to bore me, I sat in my office and sent memos. When I first became the head of my Sphere, I had believed, prayed that there would have been something interesting to do. Unfortunately, planning the assassinations of high-ranking officials is only really entertaining if you're the one executing the assassination, too. My plan didn't seem to be working, however. The Jedi wouldn't break. It had been almost two weeks over my projection date, and I was beginning to believe she would die before she turned, especially with that bloody sadist Nox put in charge of her confinement. It was a pity, really. If she did die, I would be forced to take "drastic action" against her killer, if only to protect the reputation of my sphere. Sometimes I hated the Sith infighting that plagued our society. It could be frusturating, to say the least. Malgus and I loved to grumble about it together, always daring the other to do something about it, even though we knew that we never could. Even with all of the power that I now possessed, I could never make a dent in the minds of our citizens. Culture, the great dictator. It can never be escaped.

It occurred to me that I should probably check up on my favorite little Jedi, angry as she was. Groaning, I tilited my head to find my mask, which rested, folded up, on my desk. I activated the intercom, which, to my great frustration, still had the static that I had ordered be fixed months ago. "Capitan Stannic, please report to my office immediately." I waited. Nothing. "Capitan Stannic!" I repeated, more aggressive than before. Suddenly, the door slid open, and Captain Stannic's corpse dropped onto my floor. Standing above him, blood caking her features, was the Jedi… Vhexra, her name was. She glowered at me, hate studding her features. It occured to me that I had no way out of this. I could fight her or lay down my weapon and die, and I knew which path I would choose. I ignited my saber, waiting for a fight. For reasons that still confound me, the fight never came to pass. She extinguished her sabers and bowed at my feet, whispering softly.

"Teach me."