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It was done. After several days of fighting the Civil war had ended. But which side had won? Malice wasn't all too sure. Those he had wished to see dead, wether by his hands or those of the other Sith still roamed, though no longer in their former seats of power...which he took it as a small victory. In recent years the Sith had become stagnant and weak, sitting back in their lavish rooms flashing their wealth and power about as if it were nothing at all. It disgusted him to no end how lazy and weak they had all become, it was only time before the Civil war had happened. After which though he saw a quick change in attitude, demeanor, and even the way the Council was being run now. Sith were once again returning to the folds, ones that could one day be called true Sith. Yet Malice would continue to watch them closely. Should they falter even a little bit again, he would reign down hell like never before.

For now though Malice felt solace on the planet Ziost, one of his many former homes. It was here he spent time recovering from the injuries he had sustained during the fighting, as well as meditating, looking into the Force for answers to those unanswered questions in life. Of course when one searched through the river of the Force, one wasn't always sure what they would run into.

"Malice....."

It was soft at first, barely notable, but he sensed it. It was an aura, as faint as the voice calling his name but there enough for him to know who was calling. Malice was surprised at first. She had been gone for quite sometime, and only now did she contact him. He was a little bit surprised as well as angered. They were, afterall blood bother and sister.

"Malice...."

Louder the voice became, as if the being was coming closer to him. Focusing his mind Malice projected himself into an astral plain.......into chaos itself it seemed. There the Darkness swirled around him like a massive tornado, engulfing his form and threatening to shred him limb from limb. Had he been some normal sentient he would have succumbed to the darkness and its creatures, yet he was no normal Sentient. Many times had he traversed the lines of reality, coming and going in the realm of chaos, speaking with past Dark Lords, learning their secrets. Now it was one Sith calling out to him, but for what reason.

*Where are you....*

He called out into the blackness, unholy sounds being his reply. Truly this was a place of pure darkness, where only the most despicable, wretched pieces of existences go when they die. Made sense then for her to be here, but he figured she'd be content with such a vast amount of dark energy around. Still, something was unsettling his sister, and he would find out what.

"Help him......save him...."

Him? now who was she talking about?

*Who sister.....who is it you're talking about*

"Save him....save my Ronin"

Ronin? Ronin Wendigo? Malice knew the name as well as the person. He was a Sith devoted to the Horsemen at onetime...or at least devoted to Sky. So, she has been keeping tabs on people while she was in chaos, and apparently Ronin was in danger. Thinking on it for a moment Malice nodded in acceptance.

*Very well Sky, we will do you this one favor. Guide us to him and we will do what we can*

-Several hours later-

Malice found himself hurdling through hyperspace, no set course to guide him. Instead he relied on the Force, and the messages he was receiving from Sky Kerberos as to where Ronin was located. Whatever trouble he was in must have been important enough to have warranted Skys interruption of Malices meditation, something he didn't take too kindly when those of the living did it. Still, Ronin had proven himself to Malice, he had proven his loyalty to the Sith and as such Malice would aid him in whatever plight he was in.