Selvaris

[Capt. Phillep]

At her a comment, one of the 'Doshans licked the side of her face with his forked tongue, *Hiss* "You have no idea..."

 

She was shuffled along to a large transport vessel and off they went in direction for Kuat.

[Guest]

From the dark vastness that was space, a single ship emerged from hyperspace. While the weapon systems of this vessel were certainly deadly, the two pilots navigating the ship were far more deadly. With blinding speed the ship touched down on the dark side of Selvaris and jet of steam hissed as a landing ramp was lowered.

 

From within the confines of the ship emerged two dark warriors. Both were deadly in their own right and they knew it. They were as different as night and day in their personalities, except for the evil that resided in their souls. Where one was cautious and prefered subtlties, the other would rather knock down a door.

 

The shorter of two slowly made his way down the ramp and stood at the edge of the ramp. His emerald eyes watching for any signs of danger before turning to his brother. The larger man leapt from the ramp and made his way over to his brother.

 

Methos smirked at his brothers actions. The larger one had always gone for a more impressive way of life. While Methos on the other hand prefered to stay anonymous and work quiety for Khorne, MacLeod prefered to be at the head of battle, swinging both his blades widly, killing both his own men as well as his enemies.

 

"The target is in the cells on the northeast side. We need to be silent. This whole planet is against us."

 

"Yes brother."

 

Together the two marched toward the holding cells, hoping to get out with their target before dying. Although both were willing to die for Khornes purposes.

[Duo]

Duo stirred from his chemically induced slumber. The last thing he could fully remember was being in his ship, striking out at the imperial fleet”¦then he had been captured. ”œMust be in a holding cell”¦”

[Capt. Phillep]

OOC: Let's do this quickly, eh, gentlemen. I'd like to start working on my Mech Warrior Battalion.

 

IC:

The holding cell encompassing Duo, was one of the malfunctioning security sectors of the base, and without much resistance, the doors opened revealing the barren watery landscape and a small vessel that had just landed (Blood Warriors).

 

Now, any one in their right mind would cling to any strange soul, regardless of their intention to free one's self of the Empire's grasp... however a small communique did come for Duo as the door's opened.

 

Do hurry back, soon, we have much that needs to be discussed with your genius... a hefty fee will be available to you upon completion. I hope you enjoyed your visit.

 

-Colonel Rommel

 

In Duo's pocket a comm link, a summary of the Black Sun-Imperial Treaty, and several thousand credits for his hardships could be found.

 

The Security computer began to issue a slight warning, Cell Enclosure in 55 seconds...

 

OOC: I hope this facilitates the exchange...

 

IC: As soon as Duo clears the cell, the security measures are once again locked down and re-encrypted, corrected and further strengthened. Making any future attempt at escaping "The Rock" nearly impossible.

[Duo]

Duo rose up from his bed as the holding cell door opened up to reveal the hallway. Without hesitation he rose up from his bed, quietly still as to not attract any unwanted attention, and moved towards the door.

 

He ran out of the door after hearing the comm, which had utterly confused him”¦something was not right here, something was just”¦wrong. Why had they practically released him?

 

He did not stop to question, but instead ran towards the just landed vessel, that two beings had just walked out of.

 

”œWe have to go from this place, Now! Common!”

[Capt. Phillep]

OOC: 1 Week, Ship #9

 

An Interdictor II Star Destroyer slowly exited the Fleetyard above Selvaris, joining it's counterparts above Selvaris, resulting in: 1 Interdictor II Star Destroyer, 3 Imperial II Star Destroyers orbiting about the slowly rebuilding Selvaris system.

[Guest]

The pair of warriors make their way inside the ship and sit down at the controls. Methos turns to Duo and speaks.

 

"Sit down and shut up."

 

Both warriors start up the engines of the ship and head off into space.

[Silas]

Sorry I clicked on the wrong thread?

[Capt. Phillep]

OOC: Complete Fleet... 1 SSD, 1 MC90a, 1 Interdictor II SD, 7 Imperial II SDs.

 

IC:

 

An MC90a Cruiser exits her berth about Selvaris, strange for the Empire to now absorb into it's ranks a Rebellion-sponsored design, but Phillep was no fool, he had seen the destruction the MC90a could do against a beastly Victory or Imperial I Star Destroyer first-hand, it was nothing worth reliving.

 

In start contrast to the rest of the Empire, the ship's belly was actually composed of Rebel K-wings and E-wings whose designs had been captured, studied and redesigned to be piloted by the Imperial Pilots who were drilled in their new ships. Of course, the vessels were now painted a reflective black color scheme appearing almost imperceptible along the space-ways in fighter-fighter dog fights with jammed communications.

 

Halfway across the galaxy, the man that was Phillep was smiling.

[Slicer]

Slicer brought his ship in for a landing after gaining clearnance of course.

 

He immediatly gave his prerecorded holonet broadcast to some one who would broadcasted it before looking at the facility. It could use some work but he would make it happen.

 

Handed a datapad to some scientists. He put them to work by having them concoced the various virus he wanted created through the uses of nano tech. Then summoning a few storomtroopers he had them build a ten foot pool near the building he would be operating from.

 

Following this he had 7 scouts sent to the mos esiley cantina to pick up recruits.

 

Following this he had a number of weapons move to the armory, A girl and boy side division of the bunks made, and also baggy jeans and 20 pound ankle and wrists weights by every one's bed side.

 

As all of these things were rushed to and fro he set up his office and began to write out his lesson plan.

[Rajah]

~Contact made from Rajah Loathay to Slicer via the data pad he provided her with before they parted ways. Basically informing him that she is back where they first met~

[Slicer]

Slicer looked at the meassage and read it over. Then assuring that everything was running here. He decided he would leave planet for a short while.

[Cobra]

Looking at the datapad on the table before him he noted the location of Selvaris. Standing he left the bar and headed for the Vuxhaul and steped into the cockpit and activated his engines.

 

"Computer set course for Selvaris, then engage hyperdrive engines at 3/4 power"

 

"Engageing hyperdrive"

 

Good he thought.As he exited hyperspace he gazed at the planet below he said

 

"Computer confrm location abover Selvaris"

 

"Confrmed" it replied

 

(comm) -"Atention Selvaris this is Lord Kelvin I have been directed here by a recuter for training, respond"-(comm)

[Slicer]

*A deep voice came across Lord Kevin's comm*

 

" One moment."

 

*Suddenly his ship was scanned for obvious devices that would be detrimental to the growth of the Empire.*

 

"You are clear, you may proceed to these coordinates..."

 

*A bright green flash appers on Kevin's screen followed by a few scrolling numbers until they lock into place. Also directions on a specific course to follow*

 

"You will not deviate from that course if you do you will simply be blown out of the sky."

 

*With that the comm shut off leaving lord Kevin to his own devices.*

 

((At the moment training hasn't started and will not start untill a few more trainess find their way here. So land, find your room and make youself at home for a while.))

[Cobra]

Lord Kelvin Kelvin when are they gonna start getting my name right oh well. Looking at the coordinates he could see that there was a large complex next to the landing area and he began pioloting his way in he noticed the wrekage of ships that hadn't paid attention to the no fly zone warning "to bad for them" he thought and proceded to land at the givin coordinates

[Jrosk]

Selvaris...the planet's surface grew in the coc-pit of the Malicious Intent and the trandoshan that sat there manipulating the controls took the time to take in the beautiful diversity that littered the planet. There were oceans, jungles, everything that could possibly please the eye in any way, shape, or form. The A-wing cast a shadow on the ground below it as the sun hit the back of it and the ship zoomed forward toward the coordinates that had been given to him by the contractor down at the Mos Eisly cantina.

 

The clawed, repitillian fingers of Jrosk guided the ship to where he was told an imperial base would be waiting for him. A rush of adrenline was pumped into his system as he began to look at the place where he would receive the training needed to make himself powerful enough to kill jedi with ease. It would be a place that would give him the skills to work for the Empire. Most importantly, however, Jrosk was counting on it to be the place where he learned his value and worth so that he would be able to finally be someone that made an impact on the galaxy, rather than just a nameless drifter who vanished at death.

 

After getting permission to land and being told to fly a certain path, he smiled a bit. The government faction he would be workign for would have the power to blow a ship like his out of the sky with ease, and that was something that made him feel secure with his choice to join them. The Empire was the true law of the galaxy, and Jrosk had just signed up to guard it from the hands of the criminals that wished to dissolve that law.

 

Now there is something I'm going to need to have worked on as soon as I get there...after all...

 

The A-wing landed and touched down lightly. Hot air rushed in as soon as the hiss of the coc-pit opening was heard and the trandoshan felt his scale-like body begin to feel a much welcomed heat. The corners of his mouth turned up in satisfaction at this as he stepped out and his body was emersed in the heat of the planet. Obviously the sun hadn't shown its mercy down on the surface for the intensity was powerful, but it was desirable after the cold of space.

 

As he stepped out and his footwear hit the floor, he instantly knew where to go. Instructing his R-4 droid to stay inside the A-wing, he began to look at his datapad for instructions on where he would be staying and for something else. Following the directions that the item gave him, he was able to located a small room with minimal luxuries. Being a warrior was not a job for those who wished to be pampered, and miniscule comfortability was quite common and expected.

 

Setting a few things down, he then progressed along the halls until he came across a man that appeared to be a scientist. He seemed to be frantically moving and somewhat happy, almost as though he had just found something that could change things for the better and it was somewhere within the walls of this base. Walking up to him, Jrosk held out an arm that blocked the path of the man. Then the trandoshan slowly turned and tilted his head, giving a cold glare to the scientist before starting to speak.

 

"I require this to be made..."

 

The scientist looked somewhat frightnened and reached his hand out to take a datapad that Jrosk held in his other hand. Once grabbing it, the man scurried away like the scolded akk dog that he was. It almost seemed as though he were just taking it to get away from Jrosk and not to go work on it. So, Jrosk put his hand in his robe and let one sharpened claw dangle out. The glare of the lighting caught the claw and as Jrosk spoke to the man, the scientist turned around and couldn't help but realize how potentially dangerous this man was...

 

"...or I will be back to find you"

 

Now the scientist nodded and headed on his way. Jrosk, on the other hand, went back to his room and began to practice various differert training techniques that he had used over time to produce sharp reflexes. It was sort of a philosophy for the man that his reflexes were one of the many things that set him apart from others in the galaxy. His hands were swift and speedy with everything that they did, and that was what he felt made him all the more deadly. As he practiced, he waited to be called for training.

[Trith]

The craft burst into view from the depths of space.

 

 

Trith's ship erupted from the holding bay and rocketed toward Selvaris.

 

 

She popped the airlock and exited the ship. A message over her comlink notified her of several Imperial ships. She entered the facility and began searching for occupants. The occasional peon crossed her path, but nobody of consequence. She found a training room and began practicing painstakingly choreographed workout with her vibrosword as she waited for contact from somebody worth her time.

[Jrosk]

Jrosk took off his outer robes and displayed a reptillian chest with a scale-like texture that covered his entire body. His pectorals and abdominals were hardened like a rock and his arms bulged as he alternated movements, flexing his biceps one time and then triceps another. All the while, sweat dripped from his face and body and his skin began to feel as though it were on fire. It was as if the trandoshan had been hurled into a sun and was still alive, moving and fighting for his life against the heat.

 

Finally he stopped his fist and held a pose with his fist pointed at some imaginary target. His eyes stared at the fist for a moment, taking somewhat pleasure in the fact that he would always have a deadly weapon on him at all times, no matter if it was a sword, blaster, or his deadly claws and fists that had found their ways around the necks and to the heads of more than one foe in the past. After the brief moment of satisfaction had passed, he let his fist down and felt all of his muscles remain tense from the hard workout and training. It was but a taste of what he would have to do, yet that didn't make the acitvity any more or less difficult.

 

Grabbing his katana, he began to wander the halls of Imperial base. Jrosk began to make notes on every knook and cranny, for he would have to become acquainted with his surroundings if this was to become his home for who knew how long. It was filled with not much more than metal. Every chance he got he would take a look out of the transparent glass that sometimes popped up and gaze upon the beauty of Selvaris. The Republic and the jedi wished to take this from him, from the Empire. This couldn't happen...and Jrosk wouldn't let it happen if he had anything to say about. That is part of the reason he joined this group. He wanted to say something, to have his opinion count in the lives of the galaxy. A life without meaning was just that: meaningless. Jrosk was one sentient who refused to be someone who made a brief appearence in the galaxy and then died off. No, the name of Jrosk would live forever.

 

Such shall be my fate, and I would not be content with less.

 

As he continued to wander among the empty halls, he spotted a woman that he felt as though he had seen before. Suddenly an image of the Mos Eisly Cantina flooded back into his mind. The lady that was practicing with her vibroblade in that room was the same woman that had taken the life of that large bouncer in the cantina. She was the one whom he had seen talking with a contractor similar to the one that he had talked to. Jrosk knew that their paths would cross sometime or later for the fact that they were both headed to the same place, but he was surprised at how soon he had seen her.

 

Walking slowly in, katana held in hand, he sized her up. Although she didn't appear to be the strongest or the largest person that Jrosk had ever seen, she still had an aura about her that insisted that she was still more deadly and dangerous than the eye could see. Her features were cold and stone like, warning others around her that they were to stay out of her way. That was exactly the kind of person Jrosk wanted to have as an ally on his team...

 

"Hello. Care to take time out of your training by yourself and perhaps try a little spar?"

 

The ends of his mouth turned upwards as he finished the last word. It would in no means be a little spar, not if they were the two in it. Aborting his completly upright and straight posture, he slouched down a little bit into some sort of combat stance. His legs were apart, one infront of him and one behind him. As he applied wait to his right leg, he straightened up his back again and found his sense of balance. Now he felt ready for whatever this woman before him had to throw at him if she accepted. Then again, she could always decline, but people like her usually didn't pass up a chance for violence. Either she would think highly of him compared to all the others around that weren't confident enough to train with her, or she think him an idiot for interupting her or thinking that he could even compete in her same league. If it was the latter, than she would soon be dissapointed to find out that Jrosk was far from an idiot.

 

I am ready for anything.

[Trith]

Trith stayed her blade as she sized up the Trandoshan. The dim light glimmered slightly on his exposed scales and claws. With a smirk, she nodded toward him, silently accepting his challange and wasted no time in advancing. She came in from a high guard position, sweeping the gleaming blade toward the 'doshan's face.

 

As their cold steel met with a loud clang, Trith twisted sideways, keeping pressure on his blade and bringing her elbow into his rock hard torso. The reptile's claws nearly met her flesh as she ducked under his massive arm so that she stood behind him. Her boot met the back of his knee as her fist impacted squarely on his backbone, sending him pitching forward several yards and into a wall. As he lept to his feet, she drew her firearm, racked the slide on the SOCOM and leveled the weapon on him.

 

"Bang"

 

She whispered with a wry smile. She safed and holstered the gun and made ready her sword. She closed on the reptile a second time. As his sword slashed violently toward her, she parried and again twisted inside his weapons. She grasped his sword hand and yanked it down as the hilt of her own met his midsection with enough force to lift him from his legs. his free hand slashed toward her, slicing her arm severely. She cursed and dumped the huge lizard on his head as she stepped back. Nanites rushed to the site of the wound and began reconstructing lacerated tissue.

 

Trith's good arm swept over her thigh and cocked back, a throwing knife glinting in her fingers as her sword clattered to the floor. The blood flow from her had slowed from a spray to a trickle and was already sealed off, and the tendons and muscles were mending.

"Very good. Try again."

 

She lowered the knife and retrieved her sword, raising it with her good arm in a good defensive position.

[Cobra]

As Lord Kelvin walked down the hall he noticed that there were two warriors sparing in the next room. He continued walking and took note of their fighting styles. The reptilian was heavily muscled and had great skill with a blade. The woman was holding her own until she recived a vicious cut to her arm, blood spilling from the wound then he saw it healing before his eyes. Hmmm Nanites.

 

The only reason Lord Kelvin Him self rarly carried blades, his armor and sheilds made him impervious to all bladed weapons, except light sabers of course, at that time he would adujust them to the jedi saber frequency.

 

Allthough it was an interesting fight, he continued down the hall to the target range.

[Jrosk]

The sounds of clashing blades and grunts from the trandoshan filled the room as the "training" became more and more ferocious with each second. The blood of the woman has found it's way to his claws and had left a crimson stain as a testament ot the fact that the injury had indeed occured. However, the cut on her arm was the most miraculous thing that Jrosk had ever seen. Relativly quickly, the steady flow of blood had subsided to a mere trickle to the point where it could barely be called an injury and it was healing faster and faster with each second that passed.

 

Interesting...what on earth would cause that.

 

Suddenly the thoughts in his mind receeded to the back of his mind as the pain from his wounds came to the forefront of his brain. Jrosk suppressed it with every ounce of his might to the point where he was almost numb to the injuries. Yes, they were still there, but he felt as though he could move on with general ease. That, afterall, was his main concern. He would have to continue on in the fight. She would not embarras him like this.

 

Holding the katana in his hand, he lunged at his opponent. The trandoshan flew through the air with great speed, silver sword leading and guiding in front of him. With a quick snap of the wrist, he moved the hilt in a downwar, diagonal slash as the blade of the katana followed in due fashion. The movement was a silver blur that resulted in a strike so forceful and difficult that it fully knocked the sword in his combatent's hand to the floor. However, the force had been so great that his own hilt had slipped from his fingers and laid opposite the other weapon. His left leg had used the momentum from the jump to fuel a kick and give it as much power as he could. As he did such, his foot landed square on the hand with a knife, flinging it to a wall where it stuck there, left completly immobile.

 

Blast. How could I let the katana slip? No matter...I still have my claws.

 

A gutteral roar left the serpent-like tounge of the trandoshan as he mustered up the energy to go on the offensive with an aggressive charge. Within an instant, the man was moving as swiftly as a pod-racer and as graceful as a twi-lek dancer, keeping his focus on the temporary enemy at all times. She had proved to be very skillful so far in their little bout, and it was without doubt that she had a great deal of experience in combat and that her looks weren't deceiving in any way. Now would be the time for him to overwhelm her and show her that he was able to contend with her prowess.

 

Two clawed hands shot form their positions to the woman's neck, quicker than she could block, lifting her by the very throat off of the ground. She was much heavier than appeared, most likely due to the equipment on her. She was left hanging there for a little bit as the airways that supplied her with oxygen began to feel the pressure that Jrosk was applying. The tips of his claws sunk into her neck and tiny splotches of blood began to appear and her neck became covered in thin red traces of blood that flowed. If she didn't do something soon, she could black out, but Jrosk felt as though he knew that she would find some way to find a way out of this predicament. Knowing this, he stiffened his arms with every last ounce of muscle and prepared for her move. While they were in that position, however, Jrosk felt like it was appropriate to respond to a comment she had made earlier...

 

"Nice try. Your turn to try again"

[Trith]

Having the ability to breath taken away was not something Trith was crazy about. After a moment of hanging, she grasped his wrist with an iron grip, applying inhuman strengh and nearly cracking bone. She pulled it toward her and twisted, breaking free of one of the trandoshan's hands. She quickly planted a foot in his groin, shortly after, the other foot impacted his midsection, breaking the other arm's choke hold.

 

She shuddered as air rushed into her lungs and her rage ignited. Healing her arm had reduced the nanite's ability to amplify nerve signals, slowing her reflexes and reducing her strength just enough for the overgrown lizard to knock her sword free and get a hold. She had to keep him away long enough for the healing process to complete.

 

She jerked a force whip out and as thumbed the switch, a powerful electric current sparked to life around the whip. She struck the Trandoshan hard across the chest, the powerful current passing through his body with a jolt and leaving a scorched line across his scales. She cracked the whip, and white energy sparked. She sidestepped as he lashed toward her and brought the whip's hilt down hard on the back of his head as she brought her knee into his midsection, driving the air from his lungs. As he fell toward the ground, Trith drove the whip's hot end into his back, sending enough power through him to knock out a wookee, unfortunately, The Trandoshan's scales significantly reduced the power to a few second stun. She tossed the whip and pulled her second, shorter katana from its holster and slashed with a practiced precision and removed several scales from the left side of his face.

 

"Why don't you quit while you're ahead, 'doshan"

 

With that, Trith drew back and slapped the bare skin with the side of the sword's blade, leaving a huge bruise. She sheathed the sword and stepped away from him. She waited to see if the alien was wise. To see his courage or his cowardice, recklessness or discipline.

[Cobra]

Lord Kelvin walked into the fireing range to test his weapons. As he stepped up to the fireing test range, a blaster went off and hit his arm sheild (which activates when fired at) angrily he spun and drew his pistol.

He noticed the badge on his unifrom said he was nothing but an underling a servant.

 

"Oh I'm sooo sorry mister it went off by accedent, plese forgive me" the little man next to him said.

 

"What are you doing here"! Lord Kelvin replied

 

"Please I was just practicing so I could protect myself!"he said.

 

"Practicing, ha this is how you shoot"

 

He then blasted the target the servant was going to shoot and destoryed them, then uncliped his rifle, flipped up the scope and sniped the target at the end of the range. He then reclipped his blaster rifle and left.

 

Pitifull weakling, should've killed him where he stands. Lord Kelvin thought.

 

As he agian walked down the hall he stopped at the battle between the trandoshan and the woman he was sparing with, if you call it sparing

the lizard man was showing his wounds heavily but the woman seemed to be healing before his eyes, because of her nanites.

 

Just then the woman knocked her opponent down and stood above him and said somthing he couldn't hear, but it looked like the fight was over anyway so he decided to wait at the door till they came out.

[Jrosk]

Tracing the outline of where a scaled texture had once covered his skin, he felt the bare-flesh for the first time. The pain was unreal and tentacles of agony stretched far deeper than the mere wound itself. His head seemed to hurt from all the anguish that was suddenly pouring into his being. Not only had the kick to his groin hurt him and instilled a sharp pain in that area, but it also limited his mobility. Now the trandoshan had to put up with her needless taunting that would serve nothing else other than to enrage him. It was hard to forget that this was just a spar, but he still kept a cool head about him. It would be impossible to prevail without one.

 

Picking up his katana from the ground along with the throwing knife that he had hit out of her hand a fairly short while back, he formulated his next plan. It was hard to think of what to do next to the woman that seemed to have a solution to every problem that he could force upon her. Her mind had obviously been trained to adapt to almost any situation and it was clear that she never walked into a room unprepared judging by her large arsenal.

 

No matter what I plan on doing, I won't let her have the satisfaction of calling me a coward.

 

Feeling the glabrous metal hilt of the katana within his hand, he suddenly launched the throwing knife in his opposite hand toward the woman. It spun through the air in a verticle rotation and made a whizzing sound as it graced the air with a metallic blur so expansive that no detail could be made out. The very shape of the knife seemed to be lost to the quickness at which it had been thrown. As quickly as the weapon had become airborne, it just as quickly became lodged in the arm of his opponent that had not already been wounded. It stuck there as she involuntarily shifted her position due to the force of the blade sinking into her flesh and Jrosk stared in delight as it plunged through the epidermus and made its home in her arm.

 

Before he had even unleashed the weapon, he had began moving slightly. He was unaware of everything around him and he suddenly delved into a different feeling. The very walls of the Imperial base seemed to unfold themselves before him as a larger than life feeling coursed though his veins. The elation was thinner than blood as it flowed though his system and affected his entire state of being. That very same sensation was one of the more primative reactions of any sentient being. The trandoshan felt the adrenline being released and with it came his salvation.

 

He sheathed his katana in mid run, for he noticed that his opponent had also sheathed her weapon. She had embarrased him with that blade, but it wouldn't take a blade for him to bury her with a humiliating manuever. Within an instant his claws drew out from the fist-like position he had placed them in. The small bit of lighting reflected off of the very sharp, fine-tipped points at the end of the claws, complimented by a shine that crossed over the teeth that he bore in the form of a sadistic smile.

 

She will soon find that I am not one to be embarrased...

 

As he neared her, the warrior became airborne in a lunge. For a moment he felt weightless, as though he were flying by the will of some invisible, imaginary force that he assumed was his will to suceed and prove himself. His opponent placed her hand over the hilt of her sword, but she wasn't quick enough. For some reason, as the fight went on, her super-human reflexes had decreased more and more. Jrosk couldn't explain this ,but that wasn't at the forefront of his mind anywho. All that he saw was his prey, and he was the predator.

 

As he lashed out with his claws, he immediatly made a quick slash that drew blood from the hand reaching for the sword, and the other hand reached for her neck. With a massive effort, he threw her by her neck to the ground and gripped the back of it as he pinned her to the cold, unrelenting floor. With his free hand, he did what he believed would be the best thing to do in this situation to get a bit of pay-back. The scaleless area of his skin would be exposed for all to see for a bit of time to come. It had marred his appearence to the point where it could've become a small injury to not only any reputation he hoped to create or maintain, but also a dagger to his his pride. Yes, he would have them medically re-implanted, just like she could easily recover from this manuever. It might not even bother her, but it would at least cause people to perhaps laugh at her behind her back if they dared not do so to her face.

 

The claw reached the back of her head and grabbed a large chunk of clear white hair. It was almost transparent, as though he could see his fingers through the pure strands. Jrosks grip tightened and he pulled his entire arm bank and yanked a massive wad of hair out of her head. As he held it in his fist, he quickly threw them to the ground, the long strands falling lightly to the floor and resting there. The trandoshan hopped to his feet and jumped back quickly, as to avoid any retalliation for the action he had just taken. He spoke to her as his feet hit the ground once again and he watched her get up.

 

"Why don't you quit while you're ahead, human?"

 

The words were laced with a mocking venom. He was getting tired, because the speed he had achieved in his last move had taken a bit out of him. A silent thought entered his mind hoping that they would stop sparring for the sake of not tiring eachother out. However, a stronger part of him enjoyed a far more than worthy opponent to fight. Even as he spotted a spectator gazing in on the fight out of the corner of his eye, waiting on this little bout to end, Jrosk still was ready to keep the man and everything else around him waiting if need be. It didn't matter what if anyone else was waiting for this to end.

 

The only thing I will wait for is her response.

[Lora]

The Shooting Star appeared over Selvaris and Lora looked out the view screen. She looked at the now harmless datapad. She contacted the Empire on the frequency listed on the datapad.

 

"Shooting Star requesting permission to land. I've been sent here by a recruiter on Tattooine."

 

She gave the codes listed in the datapad and waited for a response as she held a holding pattern.

[Trith]

"You are a coward, Trandoshan. You are scared of what people will think of you. You go to extreme lenghs to prove yourself... You have nothing to prove to me. Yet you proceed, and you succeed only in making yourself look foolish. Learn this lesson... There are times when alternative methods of victory must be adopted."

 

Dispite excruciating pain, With a single graceful movement, Trith yanked the knife from her arm with her other, which was more or less healed, and let it fly. The steel had scarcely left her fingers when she drew two more and let them fly, the first sank deep into his left shoulder seizing up the joint. The next two stuck scarcely an inch apart in the 'doshan's center mass, slicing tendons and pectoral muscle, rendering his right arm immobile. She closed the distance to him in a quick step and leapt into the air and brought the much larger creature down with a hard spinning kick to is injured face. As he landed on his back, Trith dropped to a crouch beside him, bringing her arm down hard on the reptile's ribcage, her superior strength cracking bone.

 

She gripped his neck and hauled him to his feet with a quick jerk. WIth a swift kick to the midsection she sent him flying into the durasteel wall. Again crunching could be heard as she closed on him. She knelt on one knee and stared intently into his eyes. She again hauled him to his feet and socked him hard in the ribs, bouncing him off the wall again.

 

"You are strong, but your strenth is unharnassed. You have spirit. Don't tempt me to break it."

 

Trith turned to the man (Lord Kelvin) in the doorway.

 

"Get this lizard to a bacta tank."

 

She probed the throwing knife wound with her fingers, assessing its damage, and willed nanites to take care of it, as well as her bald patch.

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Suddenly a comm came over her comlink, on one of the newer Imperial frequencies.

 

"Shooting Star requesting permission to land. I've been sent here by a recruiter on Tattooine."

 

"Permission granted Shooting Star. Proceed."

[Cobra]

"Very well, Droid!

 

"Yes Sir" it replied in its typical droid voice

 

"Take this over grown lizard to a bacta tank."

 

"Yes sir"

 

Lord Kelvin Watched as the droid carried him off, he then turned to the impressive woman who did it.The HUD on his helmet parted to show his rugged beardless face.

 

"You did quite a number on him Tirth."

[Lora]

With permission granted to land, Lora took the Shooting Star in, following the flight path she was given.

 

"Deep de reep"

 

"Yes C4. It's a beautiful planet. Oh look" she pointed down at a small body of water in one of the forests, "I wonder if we'll be allowed to go swimming during time off?"

 

"De bbee beep re deep"

 

"Yeah I guess you're right, they probably won't. *sigh* Oh well, never know... and yes I know, the training will be tough."

 

She took the ship in to land, setting down on the landing pad along with a number of other ships. She was greeted and instructed where the others were in a training room.

 

"Stay with the ship C4 and make sure that bucket of bolts isn't going to fall apart on me again"

 

The little droid made a disgusting noise but complied, remaining with the ship and running through some maintenance programs to make sure the ship was in tip top condition. Lora set off towards the training room.

[Trith]

"You did quite a number on him Trith."

 

"The fool got what he asked for, nothing more. What is your name and rank?

[Cobra]

"Lord Kelvin and I don't think they've given me a rank yet"