Razortooth

With speed, Garou pilots his ship toward the planet of Artus and lands the nimble fighter in an empty hangar bay. Sliding the cockpit forward, Garou gently leaps from the seat and lands on his clawed feet. Silently he stalked toward Ki's presence. Feeling her through the Force, he could tell she was wondering about her offer. He knew she was confused and would answer all her questions in time.

Explosions rocked the DarkLighter as the 6 Defenders were destroyed around him. He could pieces of the fighters scrape against his hull as his own ship emerged unharmed by any of the Imperial fighters. He watched through glowing eyes as the ships of the Armada moved into a more defensive formation. Pushing the throttle forward he flew towards the ships and began to aid in the defense of the ships. Using the Force he was able to sense a pair of TIE Interceptors follwing behind him and he began to use some dangerous evasive manuevers. He knew his ship was more agile than the Interceptors, so all he had to do was outfly them. He jerked the controls hard to the left and he was almost able to see the Interceptors as they tailed him. Garou checked his sensors and saw that one Interceptor and broken off the chase while the other one had chosen to remain with him. He smiled and began thinking to himself. Suddenly the TIE Interceptpor began to fire its laser cannons and the T'Doshok felt his ship shudder as blast after blast rocked his ship. "Ok I have had about enough of this crap." Garou activate the reverse thrusters and he watches as the Interceptor flies past him. The Sith Bounty Hunter fires several blasts from his laser cannon and watches as the Interceptor is destroyed. Garou brinugs his ship back into the Armadas defense and begins picking off ships as they slip ast the Black Sun weapons.

Garous neon eyes glared as the Empires ships began to destroy the Black Suns. His claws tightened oin the controls of his ship, and he pushed the throttle forward. His engines blast fire and he sends an order 6 TIE Defenders to link up with him. Garou hears the whine of their engines as they bring themselves around activate their weapons. Garou targets one of the TIE Bombers and let loose 4 bolts of crimson energy. He watches as two of the bolts miss and fly off into space, but the second two bolts strike true and the bombers explodes in a cloud of debris. The T'Doshok watches as the TIE Defenders take care of the rest oif the Bombers and then he focus's on the other three ships. "Aim for their shield generators, we need to bring them down for the Armada to destroy them." Garou takes his ship and the other 6 and begins strafing runs on the first of the three ships.

Artus. The planet known for exporting cortosis Ore to those who would wish to stop a Jedi's blade from raining on their parade. Cortosis Ore was one of the only know materials in the galaxy that could take a direct blow from a lightsaber and emerge from the attack intact. But of course, the lightsaber would not be so lucky. From behind the Black sun Armada emerged a ship that was unknwon to the Empire. Had it been unknwon to Black Sun it would have seemed like a threat with its 4 Laser Cannons bristling. Its Concussion Missile tubes untested in combat, but surely within moments, this prorotype ship would strike a blow against the Imperial fighter ranks. A com rings out from the fighter and the voice of its pilot rings across the bridge of the ship Piccolo was commanding. "Piccolo, this is Garou abaord the DarkLighter. Until you give the order to attack, I will keep my ship alongside one of the Dreadnaughts. Garou out." The com closes and the small grey fighter could be seen speeding toward the Dreadnaughts. With a small spin the ship begins to rest between the massive vessels.

Ever so slowly, Garou lowered Ki to her feet and withdrew his claw from her throat. He knew with this one he would have to be delicate in her training. She had the potential to become a great warrior, and work with him when he caled for her. But should he force the Dark Side onto her fragile mind too quickly, her rage will consume her and she will be lost to him forever. The bounty hunters head turned as he heard the call for Ki and himself. His glowing red eyes turned once more to to the young woman before him. Her patience was a good sign. Patience would keep her alive in his training. "If we survive this battle then I will teach you. But first we are needed. Once we arrive at Artus, stick with me. You will know my ship." The Sith warrior leapt from the training grounds and to the ctwalk he had been on. He took off down a narrow corrirdor toward the hangar. His T'Doshok speed amplified by the Force and the nanites coursing through him. He had become the pinnacle of perfection. Now he was sure he could beat Piccolo one on one but that duel was a long time from the moment. Upon reaching rhe hangar, Garou leapt into the air and landed upon the cockpit of his new starfighter. The ship almost seemed to glow as the Doshan pilot settled into the pilots seat. The cockpit hatch slid forward and his started the engines. Within moments, his ship was in prime condition and he reversed the throttle. The ship flew backwards until it was cleared for take-off and then the T'Doshok pushed the throttle forward, and in sedconds, he was tunneling through hyperspace.

The anger produced by a mockery of love was something Garou had always know about. He knew that when anger overtook one who had recently lost the one they love, they made many huge mistakes. And now Ki was making a a few huge mistakes. First, she was atacking a T'Doshok with nothing but a knife. Second, she was attacking a Sith Lord with nothing but a knife. And third, she was allowing her passion and rage to control her. Garou knew he could easily kill her now, but how would that benefit him. So he gets credited with killing one of the most deadly women in the galaxy, but he can not learn from a dead woman. Instead he would do what Nurgle did with him, train her. As she attacked him,. he felt her connection to the Force. Her anger gave her a strength unknown to most women. A strenfth unknwon to most men as well. If she stayed with him and listened, she might actually become one of the strongest warriors in the galaxy. At the last second, Garou dropped his spear and reached out toward Ki, His claws wrapped around her throat and he lifted her into the air. While most would think he was choking her, he was simply holding her in the air. She could easily breath if only she would stop trying to attack him. "There is a power within you that would have been capable of saving his life. And it is not your fault that your lover is dead. Death comes with life, and noone can stop it. I needed you angry to test you. And if you stop trying to kill me here and now, I will teach you about this power, soi that you will never again lose the ones you love."

The Black Sun base had become a flurry of activity as the T'doshok spoke with the leader of Black Sun. All his senses were working overtime to process everything that was going on in just the hangar itself. He heard a man enter the conversation for a quick second before getting to work on something. His eyes seemed to slide as he watched a warrior woman leave the hangar. Something was different about her than normal women he had met. While he felt no emotional attraction the females of the human species, he knew she would be considered beautiful among them. But her beauty was not the attraction, he would have to speak with her at another time. "While I have undergone a rather amazing transformation of mind over the past years, my skills at working out war is not yet what it should be. And I highly doubt that we should send a Sith warrior into the Jedi midst to forge an alliance. So I will head to the armory and equip myself for the war." Garou marched past Piccolo and placed a hand on his shoulder to let the half-breed know that he was glad to be back. Most T'Doshok did not know joy except during the hunt, but like the Sith had said, he had undergone a rather amazing transformation. The reptilian hunter kept walking until he reached the armory and he began to arm himself. The Sith Lord stripped off the civilian clothing he had been wearing and began to search for the clothing a bounty hunter would wear. He donned a form fitting spandex suit, after tearing the arms off the upper part. While searching for armor, Garou noted that the nanites within his body were still working perfectly and keeping his body in top shape. After sliding on a pair of dark green pants, he pulled a blast dampening vest over his torso. To cover the armor, the T'Doshok threw on a dark green sleeveless trench-coat leaving his scaly arms bare. Now that he was dressed appropriately he knew he needed weapons. The last time he had been here, he had left a supply of weapons he would need if he ever came back. Wrapping his claws around the edge of a weapons rack, he pulled it out of his way and entered his own personal weapons cache. The reptile began to equip himself. Firstly, he hooked his lightsaber to his waist after examining its components. He knew that this weapon would slay many Imperial Stormtroopers in the war to come, and he smiled. Garou reached toward a ghurka blade and sheath. While training on Dosha, he had mastered this weapon and knew it would benefit him to carry one with him. He attached the sheath to his waist next to his lightsaber. Next he strapped a set of 6 throwing knives to his upper arm, and flexed his arm. It fit him well. The T'Doshok grabbed his Wookie Bowcaster and Kerathor Blades and put them in their appropriate places. Next he grabbed an ancient Sith Lanvorak and Sith sword, and placed them on his body. The Sith Lanvorak fit comfortably on left forearm, its deadly disks would bring him many points with the Scorekeeper. Then he strapped a mechanism to his other forearm, when activated, 3 durasteel claws would slide forward and extend 1 foot after his knuckles. This would be a last attempt weapon. He grabbed twin blaster pistols and holstered them on his thighs. Then he grabbed a special weapon of his own making. A Sith steel spear that had been shaved down to make a second tip. Garous glowing eyes focused on the tip, imagining the blood that would soon flow down the spear and onto his hands. Then it struck him like a hammer. He felt the anger, rage, and grief of someone unknowingly tapping into the depths of the Force. The T'Doshok quickly slid the rack back in place and set out to find the one tapping into the Dark Side. Within moments, he had located her. The question he had pondered only moments before. The woman who had left the hangar had Force potential. And the way she had lived her life made her just like him. A warrior more focused on using the Force to become a better warrior than using it to rule the galaxy. If only she could be tamed. Garou leapt from the catwalk he had been standing on. He felt the wind rush against his scales, and he knew if he did not use the Force to slow his descent then he would surely break his legs, if not more. So he did. He called upon the Dark Side of the Force and let it flow through him, cushioning his fall. "He left you because you are weak. He died because in some manner you were unable tp protect him. Perhaps if he had been with a stronger woman, he would still be here today." Garou knew she would turn on him ferocity. Using all her hatred to fight him and try to kill him. He had insulted her, her lover, and her love for him. He knew he treading on very dangerous ground.

At the mention of the Jedi Order, one would expect a flash of anger to flare in the eyes of a Sith Lord. After centuries of war, oppression, conflict, and death, only hatred could remain between these two powerful Orders. But to one who had come to understand the nature of the universe, centures of war, only meant one thing: centures of war. "Bles Trium is no more. He was a mere bounty hunter, although quite skilled. But he died a long time ago. And now I have taken his place. I am Darth Garou, Sith Lord.........." The Doshan let that sentnece trail. Through the Force, he could watch Piccolos thoughts like a book, so he knew the questions about his loyalty to Black Sun. And as he allowed his sentence to trail off, he felt the emotions of betrayal and anger rising in his half-breed friend. "........and Black Sun's best agent." A small smile cracked his scaly lips and flashed his pointed teeth. "I have no problem allying with the Jedi or the Rebels. I do not consider my title as a binding contract or allying myself with some ancient Order of which I have no affiliation other than that title. The title of Sith Lord was merely bestowed upon me by my Master, a sickly old man named Nurgle. So how do we got about this."

From behind the veil of shadows, glowing red eyes watch the battle between Piccolo and Barton. This warrior had fought Piccolo before, but their battle had been interrupted by unknown forces. He knew that if given the chance, the half-breed would gladly fight again, or even more deadly, fight on the same side. The monster knew he and Piccolo would be a deadly pair. He emerged from the shadows, and the light soon bathed him like an invisible liquid, cleaning him of all darkness. As his talons buried themselves in dirt and stones, his glowing eyes continued to watch the battle. As light was shed on his arms, it revealed the markings of his clan. A line of Doshan tattoos graced his left arm while ancient Sith tattoos covered his right. While normally his scales were a deep green, his right arm was now red and black, all the way down. And his left arm had been tattoos black all the way down, and the Doshan tattoos seemed to be the only points of color. If one was well versed in Doshan culture, they would know that these tattoos were rank symbols, and the lowest symnbol on the arm, is the current rank of the Doshan. As each rank is passed, a slash will be tattooed through the insignia. But for now, a single Doshan waits for his turn. A single warrior waits for his right to kill. A single Sith waits for his right to rule.

"Our options are simple." From the shadows emerhed a familiar face to the Black Sun organization. The body and voice were that of Bles Trium, formerly a simple bounty hunter. But this reptiles eyes were different. Years ago, Bles Triums eyes had been filled with an uncontrollable rage and bloodlust. But now that same rage seemed to be controlled and held back. As light was shed on his arms, it revealed the markings of his clan. A line of Doshan tattoos graced his left arm while ancient Sith tattoos covered his right. While normally his scales were a deep green, his right arm was now red and black, all the way down. And his left arm had been tattoos black all the way down, and the Doshan tattoos seemed to be the only points of color. If one was well versed in Doshan culture, they would know that these tattoos were rank symbols, and the lowest symnbol on the arm, is the current rank of the Doshan. As each rank is passed, a slash will be tattooed through the insignia. The Doshan warrior stood before his old friend and held out his left claw. He knew that Piccolos eyes would travel the length of his arm to try and comprehend the markings, but in the end he had not embraced enough of his heritagre to understand. But by offering his claw to the Black Sun officer, he had done something no Doshan had done or would ever do, especially to a half-breed. "Either we negotiate with them to get him back, and then have our war. Or we simply have our war as a means to get him back."

Razortooth stalks among the halls of the Black Sun base of Dubrillion.

A dark presence could be felt emerging from the shadows. Glowing red eyes pierced the dark and locked onto Piccolo. Shimmering claws could be heard sliding from their place within his hands. Muscles tensed as the monster prepared for his assault. In a quick motion, a monster emerged from the shadopws, pouncing onto Piccolo. teeth snapped in front of Piccolos face, leaving a slight gash on his cheek. All the humanity and sentience that had once been in Bles Trium, or Larek Tefgod, had been shred during a time of trial., Now all that remained was a two legged beast. The beast slinked back into the corner, keeping its eyes locked onto Piccolo. The monster was now known by Razortooth, its true calling. The beast was tough, but he could be trained by a true warrior.

"Why would Jedi be here. They abandoned this base a long time ago. But more beneficial to me." Fingers deflty moved across the controls of the Firespray. When his ship came within firing distance of the Eternal Vigilence, he opened a com. "Jedi. This is Larek Tefgod. I have comne to learn the location of a Jedi Base. I am in search of a Jedi Master. The man leaned back in his control chair and awaited a response. He hoped they responded soon.

Larek boards his ship and takes off.

The GalaxyBlade emerges from hyperspace, speeding toward the Black Sun base. The ship touches down and Larek steps out. Now he only needed to wait for Piccolo to address him.

The engines of the GalaxyBlade ignite the forests of Haruun-Kaal, as the Firespray lifts off. Within minutes, the hunters ship was tunneling through hyperspace.

From the skies above, a black dot could be seen speeding toward the ground. The engines were at full speed, flames licking the atmosphere, causing smoke to churn. The weapons systems were online and targeting all things moving planetside. Yet one would never guess, the pilot would his hands behind his head and his feet on the dash. Larek was using the Force to control his craft. "Sorry for arriving late guys. Engine trouble." The Firespray touches down near the spot that Piccolo had just rolled to. Three Black Sun agents clad in protective suit step ontot he surface with their blasters covering the ship. Finally, in a modified suit, Larek Tefgod leaps through the Force and comes down in a kneeling position next to his superior officer. "Sorry, damn ships need regular upkeep."

Lareks eyes follow Piccolo as he marches toward the base. Something inside told him this was a really stupid idea. Using a diplomatic approach to bounty hunting. Was that even possible? Bounty hunting was about showing your skill and capturing your prey. Not marching toward death. But this Piccolo fellow seemed to have no fear. He marched toward the Jedi Temple not caring about the defenses of the Jedi. In the distance, Larek saw a Jedi coming towards them. His senses stretched out and he made contact with the mind of the Jedi. It was him, their prey. The one they had come to capture had marched out to meet the two hunters. It showed courage. So far, two people had earned his respect, and it seemed within minutes of each other. "There's our guy. Now what. We going to try to diplomatically knock him unconscious and diplomatically drag him to your ship, where we will diplomatically hand him over to our employer." Larek loved being the wisecracking hunter. It was his personality, and no one could take that from him.

The Sith Lord had heard of this planet. Force-Sensitives naturally born here. Trained to fight and survive in the jungle. Seemed the perefect planet for a Sith trainees to be recruited. But also deadly, any not prepared enough to walk about the lower levels of this jungle, would die painfully. Gases seeped from the underbellyof the planet and intot he lungs of unsuspecting enemies. But Piccolo had come prepared, he had brought suits to protect against this natural weapon, so Larek doned one and stepped out after Piccolo. "I feel Jedi here. Not all weak. Some very strong in the Force. The one we are looking for, seems to be staying put, perhaps guarding the weaklings. Guarding the ones not fit to live. The strong ones willbe fighting us. Shall we ruin their day?"

Lareks head drops as Piccolo speaks these words. Then his emerald eyes rise to the moon. "Is this the curse of sentience among these idiots." He whips around and faces the Black Sunm second in command. "I feel your annoyance. and since you are rather high up in the ranks, I feel like giving you a private explanation about past events." One emerald eye cocks toward Fett.

The emerald eyes of Larek Tefgod turn and face the hunter that had nearly killed him landing. "I have been discovering why membership in the Black Sun organization is dropping off. Imbusils are in charge of whole bases. And that must mean, some even bigger imbusil, put him in charge." Larek walks over to the armor clad hunter and cocks his head. "Ah yes. The mighty Piccolo. This mind has told me all about you. You earned the respect of Bles Trium, which appears to be an easy thing.But, Larek Tefgod, have no respect for you. In any case, I have decided to lend my services to your organization, provided, this pitiful warrior behind me does not intefere with my work, or my pay."

Larek turns to face the Mandalorian and grins. The Sith Lord called upon the Force and began to probe the warriors mind., He would know when the Black Sun agent would attack befor Fett did. He strided toward the armored soldier and begins speaking. "I have searched the memory of this creature whose body I have stolen and warped. It has a memory of you, yes. It seemed you and him worked together once before for this organization, but he betrayed you, and left. Curious. Very curious indeed, that you hate me, now that I have brought this creature back, plus new power to work here again. Strange." Larek turns and looks out the hangar doors. The sun was setting behind the planet and the Sith Lords eyes followed it. He had always loved sunsets. They resembled empires, kingdoms, heros, and villians. All would set in time. All it ever took was time. Time was one thing Larek would always have.

ooc: 1. Bles Trium and Larek Tefgod are one in the same. Larek is the mutations of Bles into a human through the Force. 2.I am on this planet becuase Sam told me via AIM to come to this planet. So if you have a problem about ask him. ic: "Well if you anthelp me, perhaps there is someone here who has more brains than you. Perhaps you can direct me to the person in charge of this splendid facility." Larek folds his arms behind his back and begins to walk through the Dubrillion facility.

ooc: They are on in the same, trust me ic: Larek turns to the hunter walking toward him and his emerald eyes begin to look the man over. He appeared to be Mandalorian from his armor, but his walking did not appear to be the same as the great Fetts in the glory days. "My name is Larek Tefgod. I hear the best way to getsome action around here is as a bounty hunter. So here I am. And do not bother testing me to see ifI am good enough. I could more than handle you."

Above the planet of Dubrillion a shuttle exits hyperspace and begins a check for landing. The pilot deftly manuevers his fingers across the keyboard and within minutes the ship had touched down. The landing ramp lowered and footsteps could be heard throughout the facility. Larek Tefgod marched into the Dubrillion hangar and awaited someone to welcome him.