Having Returned Home,

[Dark Lord Dyzm]

Dyzm walks through the remains of the Palace, Looking for Any Objects that belonged to him.

When Ever I'm Gone... Something Big Happens... First TSC falls and TSO is Born. Then I'm On Vacation, and the Palace is destroyed. I aint Leaving again.

[Lady DeVille]

As Dzym kicked through the rubble of his demolished quarters, he finds that a portion of the comm terminal in his room is stil activated. A small light blinked, indicating a saved message.

As he opened the file to hear the vocal message, Dzym noticed that it was sent automatically from a randomized location, evidently a message that had been saved for a paticular time, and sent to him when that time had come.

De'Ville's soft tones were punctuated with static as the message played.

"Dzym, I had hoped that it would not be necesery to send you this, but if you are hearing this message, know I have good reason for my actions.

"The Council of The Sith Order has become dead, and needs revival. I am willing to revive it. I need your help... ...contact... ...unable..." The end of the message was obliterated with static.

[Dark Lord Dyzm]

**Dyzm Quickly puts words to memory. He glances up to see if anyone was around. No One... Raising his foot, he smashes the comm terminal into even littler pieces.**

[Lord Psychic]

WB man, long time no see.

[Dark Lord Dyzm]

**Dyzm Turns and Nods To Psy**

Hey Dude... **Steps on Comm again** Whats up?

[Xarkz Chaos]

Dyzm! Good to see familar faces around the... rubble.

[Dark Lord Dyzm]

**Picks up a stick off the Ground and Pokes Xarkz in the eye with it**

Yep, Ya Glad To See Me again

[Xarkz Chaos]

well I was :/

[Darth Roul]

Welcome back dude. Its good to see you
::notices Dyzm's foot on a peice of equipment::
what was that?

[Dark Lord Dyzm]

ahhhhh... nothing...

IS THAT THE GOOD YEAR BLIMP???
***Points and quickly sneaks off while Roul Looks**

[DarthDarkCloak]

Hey, welcome back Dyzm, sorry I didn't welcome you back sooner......