The Dark gathering sat in a deep dark location, meters beneath the main halls of Maol's Vault. It was undetectable by even the most advanced equipment, protected not just by technology, but by the mysterious energy surrounded the Vault. It had been left untouched, undiscovered by any mean of heart in the world who inhabited the planetoid for more than a thousand years, and when the body and mind of the Vault had been rebuilt by the Grand Master himself personally oversee the fortifications placed around the entrance to the Vault.

The various rooms and chambers that made up by the Vault for an unknown distance to the Grand master.It was divided into five sectors or maybe more, each with a different security level. In each of every sectors guarded by a single persona who will protect the sectors truly. Among the sectors one remain empty unguarded with high level security by the Grand Master himself. Average mind passing through the halls of the Vault could access the first level, while higher levels of leaders could delve into the second and third levels. This first three levels were largely digitalized, a precaution taken after they had been forced Exile. The other sectors, however, still held the ancient texts and artifacts that gave the Vault its aura.

One might say it was a spectacular place, not much of the heart of the world have meditate here but the one who is done it so far in the vault end up stay in the vault only for a few month where she got into it while the Vault is still fragile an unguarded. During the rebuilding of the new Vault, the Grand master had even had his main office modified so as to offer him a direct route to the deep sectors of the Vault. It was his place of peace, if peace was the right word for the power that lay there.

The Grand master stood and prepared for the meeting with all the sector's Guard. Years had passed since the Vault had been defeated and took it more than a year for the Grand Master to reclaimed the Vault who is rightfully his.

Standing in front of him, the guards of the sector. Anger who is outspoken and never to be challenge in fight, Cry who give the Vault a sensitivity touch by his own, Serious who looking forward for a brighter future and Imagine who bring colors to the Vault.


................... to be continued

Aku sini engkau sana tahan hati bergelora
Aku tahu engkau juga tapi takut tak terasa
Berat Hati memikulnya tiada kata tiada idea
kita simpan seribu bahasa harap tuhan harap tuhan segalanya


Aku mula kata kata tapi lidah kelu rasa
Engkau cuba engkau cuba aku rasakan berbeda
Kita serupa tiada idea tiada kata yang bermakna
Dalam hati simpan sahaja kerna takut kerna takut dikecewa

Masih menunggu waktu
Masih termanggu di situ
Nyata kau tak berubah
Hanya mata yang mengubah
Tahan hati kunci bergelora

Bukan aku tak biasa
Memecahkan tradisi ini
Mengubah segala emosi
BUkan aku memilih
Kerna tak punya kuasa
Hanya tuhan miliki segalanya



Those should explain more than enough for now.......

Sharp at 12 midnight, suddenly this song came out from my winamp and make me thinking... geez:


Munajat Cinta

malam ini ku sendiri
tak ada yg menemani
seperti mlm-mlm yang sudah-sudah
hati ini selalu sepi
tak ada yg menghiasi
seperti cinta ini
yang selalu pupus

tuhan kirimkanlah aku
kekasih yang baik hati
yang mencintai aku
apa adanya

mawar ini semakin layu
tak ada yg memiliki
seperti aku ini semakin pupus

tuhan kirimkanlah aku

Introduction (Xathia's post) The Trainer Venue: Execution Arena, Geonosis

Four large pillars cast their shadows to the dusty ground as DJK Maol Nor Lexu entered the miles-square oval. His feet crunched as he kicked up the loose dirt that covered the decades of compacted clay-topsoil. His neck craned as he scanned the acres of stands and seating that surrounded him as a voice shot through the slight breeze.

“Welcome!” DJK Xathia shouted from a seat perched high above the combatant. The brightness of the day scorched the fighter’s eyes as he strained to see the official’s form. Maol had brought his Lightsaber and Relby-K23 to the duel while Xathia was armed with her Lightsaber, Litch Blade and Serpent's Fang Dagger. There wasn’t much needed in the way of formality as the lay of the land was fairly obvious. With that the Trainer simply requested his readiness which was returned with a nod as the Sadowian made her way down to the arena.

“Don't waste my time Initiate” The official muttered, clambering down the last few steps.


My post
Maol coughed, the air on the execution arena was dry and the dust accumulated in his throat like a magnet attracts needles. He pulled his cloak over his mouth and nose to limit the amount of the particles that he inhaled as he used his other hand to shield his eyes from the blowing sand. The Krath watched the Sith with a grin, the edges of her cloak swirling around her. She pulled out her Serpent’s fang dagger, the golden head of a serpent glittering with light momentarily, but quickly dulled, collecting a film of grime that seemed to seep into every pore of her pale skin.

The Kunian smirked, bowing low to the trainer his dark eyes never leaving Xathia’s face. The trainer maybe full with experiences but Maol looks more confident in him as he slowly walked around the Sadowian. Checking out his opponent, Maol looked about, wondering how he might win the battle. He could hardly move for an attack, though. There seemed a profound pointlessness to it all. In the motion, Maol quickly pull out his Relby-K23 and fire off a bolt at the motionless Krath. With amazing reflexes, Xathia snapped her lightsaber about and moving like lightning to parry Maol’s first shot. With the second shot, Xathia was more in control, and his parry sent the bolt right back at the Sith. But Maol was already in motion, diving sidelong and coming around ready to launch a series of shots the Krath’s way.


Xathia's Post
Shooting a few more bolts that were merely deflected by the saber of the Sadowian, Xathia mentally thanking her graceful style over one of the attacking ones, before the blaster misfired several times, casting a shadow of anger and doubt on the face of the male.

"Playing games with a weapon for those too scared to get into a fight is not going to impress me Sith."

The Trainer stated calmly as the Kunian momentarily took his eyes off the female. Striking her arm out swiftly, the Krath sent a billowing cloud of dust straight into his face [TE], her emerald eyes narrowed towards her adversary. There was something about him that just made the Omwati want to slaughter him to pieces, but that wasn't unusual for her cravings with Initiates as she waved it aside. His cries of annoyance merely angered the Krath's fury before Xathia leapt into the sand cloud, her daggers replacing her saber and swiping them out into his body, small and annoying cuts strategically placed around him before the Trainer quickly withdrew, keeping her distance from a building fire[PRW].

Her face was almost set into stone, this Initiate was no different from the others, he had no further talent then any of them, this was no different from normal. Once the male had appeared out of the dust cloud, Xathia merely glared at his existence. Why wouldn't they just die when they were asked to? His blaster was back out as he tried to rapidly fire several bolts again, smirking as the female deflected the three that actually came out with her Litch Blade. Maol was getting hot under the collar and it was affecting his 'performance' in battle.

"I thought you preferred brutish strength fighting, not blaster fighting?"

Called out the Sadowian, her daggers at the ready to teach the Sith a lesson.

I am really into writing right now. Dark Jedi Brotherhood offer so much fun activity that everyone can join. Currently I am doing the qualifying for the ACC for the rank neophyte where my current rank is initiate and its suck. I have try many time to qualify, but it seem that my writing is not good enough for them. After several month, I try to qualify again and I hope this match will grant me the rank of neophyte. For those who didn't know, Antei Combat Centre or ACC is a 'Combat Writing' based society. There is no need for game disks, controllers or cheats to be successful or to participate. All it takes is the ability to understand how it works, how to follow the guidelines and how to write a character. Its really fun :)

Later I'll post the current battle I am in. Try to comment a little bit, and yeah my English is sucks.

Yes.. its really happen again, another entry. It suck not to write anything this pass few week. It happen that I am a little bit busy with Uni and stuffs. Day by day and now its already meet the end of the semester, damn. I am quite enthusiasm with my career now. Not just in architecture but in DJB too.


Most of my friend thought that I am living in some fantasy world/dimension of mine. But joining the DJB is not a bad idea in the first place. I learn many things there and it make me feel great. I am writing a fiction now, which I am kinda suck with few years ago. Yes.. the DJB drag me to something that actually fun. Socialize with other people from a different continent, learn to be a good leader, learn to play my favorite game.... DJB not just about Star Wars stuffs but it is really something.

Morning marked a new day..as I wake up under my table.....again... Not to be disturbed by the idea of waking up everyday under your table knowing no jobs have been finished yet, I make myself to the toilet and refresh my face of sleepiness with the flowing water from the tap.

What better than having a coffee in the morning.... I make myself clear that today will be another day same as yesterday or tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. Putting away all the disturbing idea that might ruin my whole day.. I pack and ready to go back. I did noticing my beard getting sharper while writing this blog which make a good reason for me to go back and taking a bath.
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Taking a bath is very soothing. With a wise mixture of detergent, you gain calmness during bath......lavender...