Qiao Long stood at the edge of the raised platform, hidden from view as he listened to the bickering and accusation flinging running rampant throughout the gathered crowd. Sensing that tensions were near to breaking, the massive barabel stepped foward out of the shadows in all his terrible splendor.

"SILENCE!" The command carried the weight of the force behind it, gathering everyones immediate attention.

A low rumble resounded out through the crowd, sounding much like distant thunder, the High Commander stepped up to the podium still growling. "This is how you behave while a growing threat within our own house has begun to tear the Brotherhood appart? You WILL cease all hostilities against each other as of now. The clans will fall under the command of the order leaders here and now, willingly or by force it will happen." The anger evident in the dangerous barabels voice clearly evident, noone dared stand and protest.

Qiao Long stepped out from behind the podium and paced back and forth across the platform, laying his burning eyes on each and every member present making sure his orders were fully understood. "I will not sit idly by while I watch this plague ravage and destroy all that we have built. The infected will be cured or brought to swift death, either way our bretheren will be freed. These infected will not stand against the combined weight of the clans, they will be cured or shown no mercy. There is no room in our world for the weak!"

Qiao Long had whiped the crowd into a frenzy now, he knew they would obey without question now that the remaining clean Dark Council members had flexed some muscle and regained a form of composure within the clans.

"Fear not, I will be on the front lines with you bretheren, for my lust for war and the taste of my enemies blood is well known. We will crush this threat with all of our might and make ourselves supreme once again in this galaxy, OUR GALAXY!" The crowd roared at the statement, countless fists thrust up into the night air.

"The only allowable outcome of this war is VICTORY!" Qiao Long drew his swords at that statement and thrust them high in the air soliciting yet another deafining roar of agreement from the gathered mass of dark jedi.