Even with his own eyes closed, he could sense her, sense her anger, her distrust - her rage. She was not all that different from when Katerrina had come to him. Walked right into the Inn and dared him. He could not help but to chuckle at the thought of the past.

But this one, this one was diffrent. Corruption ate at her, the ribbon bonded with her. She would eventually shake the effects, but the dark side alone would have foot hold upon her. He opened his eyes as an officer reported that more troops were pouring into the city from the outskirts. The transports were landing every few minutes to make sure there were plenty of backup for those areas meeting resistance. A new round of orbital strikes were ordered up.

He turned on his heel to look at the other buildings around the Inn to watch them burn. He released his control and allowed the Dark Side to flow through him - she would find him welcoming.

The main hall was alive with celebration and debauchery. Men and women who had thrown thier support to Travail were revealing in the success of the invasion. He had hit hard and fast. So fast in fact that some that were away were just now hearing of the events of destruction. He had stepped away from the command chamber long enough to get a dring and check in with the girl nori regarding Inn business.

He turned his head from nori when he felt her close and heard her speak. "Well, I am impressed," he chuckled. "I was wondering when you would make it here." He moved towards her, folding his arms behind him. "what have you come here for? Have you decided to try to kill me or...have you decided to join me?" He offered a dark smirk as he spoke.

"Join."

Such a simple wording. It caused a dark lughter to erupt from his throat. "Can you feel it? Feel the darkness penetrate you, empower you. Show you beyond the simplicity that the Jedi kept vowing to." He shook his head. "Tell me, have you killed anyone you cared for out of rage, out of anger? Did you feel the true power of the Force course through you when you did it?"

He moved closer to her, the dark chill in the air was dancing all around her. "And...did you like it..."

It hadn't been hard to follow the trail.

Not just the feel of the Dark side.

The bodies of those that had tried to stop her...to turn her back.

Lightsaber wounds are very distinctive, after all.

Even as the havoc continues around him, a member of the city guard rushes at him, trying to get his attention, asking him if he might be able to help others get to safety.

A moment later the guard is slumped at the foot of a building, his flesh blackened from electric burns, the smell of burnt flesh and hair wafting through the air.

If anyone else had been watching, it would be sufficient motivation to let him go on his way.

Perhaps they see, and perhaps they do not. either way, he passes the rest of the way to his destination unmolested.

With each step, the eyes taking on their crimson tint. Anger growing in him, at the thought of what he has lost...all thanks to the man that has a chill around him like a cloak.

he doesn't even attempt to hide his approach to the tower, and as he nears, a pair of guards - obviously there to prevent any unauthorized entrance - attempt to stop him.

The first is picked up and bodily hurled against the stone wall as though he had been hit by a wrecking ball, the impact forceful enough that the man's bones snap like so many dry twigs. The other comes in drawing his weapon, only to meet the blazing violet blade of Culpos' lightsaber as it slices him neatly in half longways.

There is no thought of mercy...just as there had been no thought of it so long ago.

He can feel darkness here, and a chill he is already familiar with.

And he enters the Chained Inn, rage and death in his eyes.

He gives no response. No words, no warnings, no threats.

In his mind he's seeing all he lost the first time he fell. The deaths of those he loved, those he had swarn to protect.

And failed.

Before him he sees another person who has done just that.

The eyes before had been brown. Tinted with crimson, but still idetnifiably brown.

As the dark figure near Savria reveals himself, and begins talking, the siren song of the Dark side, that has been crying out to him since he lost his sister, his niece and nephews, his love, reaches a fever pitch.

And the eyes regain that completely crimson cast once more as hatred fills him.

That rage gets focused as he reaches a hand out to the man and lets out a yell of rage, and from his hand, brilliant blue-white bolts of lightning erupt.

Unlike a fall, he had given in to the power that resinated within the Dark Side. Lightning - an old power: Used with rage and hatred. Those consumed with these traits could wield it without mercy, without care - Just as this fallen did. He smirked as his hand raised up, gathering the deadly energy blast, his other hand resting behind him. "Poor fool, while you tap the darkness within you, you do not feel it, you do not let it consume you. You are weaker than when you were Jedi. Fear not though, I will not let you reside within that weakness for long."

The lightning was redirect back to its owner as Travanix brought to bare his other hand from behind him, pointed directly at the interloper. The lightning jumped from the hand catching, to the newly extended hand and allowed it to flow directly back to its owner.

His own auburn eyes began to glow a blood red. The inn's occupants began laughing, pointing that someone had come in and actually dared to attack the Dark Warrior - In his own establishment. They had seen it before. The last one that did it fell, and became his apprentice, his assassin.

Given that she is right next to Travanix, she is quick to act. She pulled upon one of her force abilities as her saber snapped to life...

... The Shatterpoint.

She focused on the weak points of the door that was flying towards them and exerted her will on it. The door seemingly shattered into tiny fragments as it flew towards them. Those fragments flew around them as her rage strengthened Telekinesis shoved them to the side.

She did not have eyes to show the change in her. Yet, if he was so far gone to throw so much power in her direction, she would defend herself.

"Culpos, stop this." She called out with her saber in her hand. He had remarked on more than one occasion that he knew she could take care of herself.

... The ribbon goaded her on to prove it.

The crimson eyes widen as Savria steps into the fight, guarding the man.

Once again, the pain wells. Not in his body, now, but in his heart. Here she is, not only fallen, but guarding the man that had been the cause of all this.

As one would guard their Master.

"You...stand with him...?"

Those words are no sooner spoken than the pain, this time all the more potent, focuses his rage. The dark side adept he had killed all those years ago had had such an apprentice of her own, and for just a moment that vision flashes across his vision.

Travanix' voice brings him back to the here and now, and as the words register, Culpos begins to laugh as he stalks closer. "You think I want to stop you?" that laugh softens to a chuckle as he speaks, shaking his head. "I could care less about stopping you. I just want to kill you. This planet, what you're doing to it...this place needs a good shakedown."

He steps in closer, his lightsaber up and tracking as he begins to circle Savria. "And you. You don't have to stand in my way."

She can feel the pain welling within him with her empathy.

"You...stand with him...?"

She feels her own pain, her own broken heart. She he then feels him gathering the pain and focusing the Dark side with it. She can feel nothing but outrage at his words and laughter.

"You think I want to stop you?" That laugh softens to a chuckle as he speaks, shaking his head. "I could care less about stopping you. I just want to kill you. This planet, what you're doing to it...this place needs a good shakedown."

She begins circling him as he brings up his saber. There was a bit of a smirk as she listens to his words.

"And you. You don't have to stand in my way."

"You already forget, Culpos. You chose to leave. I killed my mentor to protect you and you walked away from me." There was a world of pain at that and she did not disguise it in her voice. That pain fueled her own descent even more surely than the ribbon. "You do not realize that where I was standing, you attacked me, lover." Her free hand gestured to the now shattered door.

Her own saber was in position as Travanix spoke.

"Well well. Completely unhinged now, are you?" He chuckled. "You really have no idea the game that you've stepped into. You lack true understanding. You come here saving the girl of your dreams. Now, she is the girl of your nightmares. She has fallen, willingly, totally. Seduced by the echo of that which you have ignored, tried to shake off. You, my little lost one, are truly pathetic."

The laughter of the others ring in her ears. She does not join them however. She is watching him as he circles, her moved matching and mirroring him as the force precognition kicked in. Her telekenetics may never have been strong, but her Psionics where highly developed.

"Do you even know who I am? What my strengths are? How I came to be? Or the most important question: What I am capable of?" He laughed darkly. "I corrupt Jedi for entertainment, my dear boy! I have brought thousands of worlds to their knees for the Emperor. I have enslaved thousands of people personally, breaking their wills so they are nothing left but shells that are wholly devoted to me."

"And you, a pathetic little half-wit want to be thinks that there is a modicum of a chance that you can even lay a blade against my flesh." He shook his head slowly. "Run, while you still have legs to run with, boy. You think you understand the Dark Side, or the darkness that is within you. That the rage that you feel is something special. It is not."

The air started growing colder as Travanix spoke again. "You are nothing to the Dark Side."

She is pondering and weighing her counters carefully. There was a bit of a purr in her voice as she added, "And you, You don't have to stand in my way. You walked around from me, but I can forgive that."

There was a hint of the woman she was once as the smile softened. "(vq) Join me, love." She was attempting a different track with him.