Selvaris

[Slicer]

Slicer clipped the saber to his belt once more and gestured toward the shuttle. Upon boarding he quietly sat down and began to think. He had a surplus of droids. The Sith wanted four which left him with 96. However that 96 would needed to be trained in the handling of weapons just as he would need to be trained in the handling of a lightsaber. Perhaps he could get the Sith to do so. However that would require him most likely giving up more droids. HE figured he could give up to twenty of them so long as they were all trained in saber combat one way or another. He would discuss it with the Sith.

 

As the shuttle touched down near the area he had stored the droids he typed in an activation code on a datapad before walking the Sith in to see them.

 

"There they are 100 magna droids. You can pick which ever four you like. However I could increase that number. up to an extra 16 if need be. The only thing you would have to do is train them in lightsaber combat one way or another."

 

Slicer turned his helmeted gaze upon the Sith.

"It is your choice of course."

[Shag]

Climbing out of the pool Sario headed to the sim. room for some training since one had left no reason more might leave, so he thought that he had to train harder to make up for her. Jumping to dodged blaster fire. Sario ask the comp. for sword to sword combat. (to be contined.......)

[Shag]

(sorry about this but i had a short time on the one above )

 

Sario ask the comp for a two handed greatsword. lefting up the blade Sario thought how light it was swing it a few time to get the hang of it he got in his on stance. His opponet appered out of nowhere charging him Sario blocked the move it all seemed to move so slow to him swinging Sario nicked his opponet. Next the big guy charged at him with a overhead chop. stepping aside Sario prefromed his killing blow a move no other man could make without lots of preactice. Running up the man jumping stight up above the guy he agled his sword down the man looked up.

first mistake

 

Slamming down his sword a inch to the left of the man Sario noticed the the man had soiled himself. landing lightly Sario revesred his grip and cut the man in half with one blow.

secound mistake

[Orik Bendan]

”

[Slicer]

Slicer looked on for a while as the Sith went through the motions of lightsaber combat.

 

He unclipped one saber for his belt and unleashed a crimson blade from it's interior. Giving it a few swings he tried imitating the Sith in his motions. But alas even the simplest of motions were overcompensated for since to sword really care no true noticeable weight. I was all in the handle. He had no idea what it would be like when the saber actually hit something. It would undoubtedly bounce back and hit him the face.

 

After a few minutes of trying and failing however he finally got the hang of swing the sword and not expecting any true extra motion.

 

"This kind of movement is not what I say the Jedi do. It was way faster and much more deadily looking."

[Orik Bendan]

The comment was one that was laced with a tone of ignorance to the key factor in becoming a sith of tremendous power: a small measure of patience. Without such, one would let the basics fall to the wind and never truly master anything, becoming tyrant of nothing but the sands. No truly powerful being was impatient to the point where it proved to be a fault, and hopefully this would not be Slicer's undoing. Of course, being a warrior, Orik would've hoped that he would have thought about the fact that everyone had to start small before they reached the lengths of a jedi or a sith.

 

The fluid movements cut with humming through the air in thin horizontal slices, becoming ever quicker while the orange, alien extremities wrapped themselves in an even more tightened grip around the metallic cylinder, decreasing the power of the saber so that the blade was sent to the point where it would do virtually no damage at all to anyone. If this man wasn't appreciative of the basics, perhaps it would take a little something more to hook his interested.

 

Form IV is the most acrobatic and impressive visually, so perhaps that would be the form that I should show him in this bit of a demonstration.

 

The Kel Dor suddenly threw in numerous different angled slices and spun the hilt lightly between his fingers, the beam dancing and spinning furiously as the left hand force pulled all of the mechanical abominations toward him with the mere alterance of the force. They came crashing down on him as though he were a magnet of some sorts, their metal crashing upon him with increasing velocity as they flew towar the sith lord, standing without fear of them in anticipation.

 

With a sudden leap, his right foot met the face of one of the droids as the blade followed him, making a trail of lighta cross the being's chest as he started to flip off of the body with an inhuman amount of skill and finesse that was only talked about, yet rarely beheld. The flip's momentum gave him time to also incorporate a spin, and the lightsaber's motions followed the twisting and rotation of his body so that when Orik was above all of the droids, he took them all out with one slice that seemed to circumnavigate the outline of an invisible ring of ebullient fire, leaving in it's wake what easily could've been the shattered chests of all the IG-100 Magnaguards.

 

Orik's feet touched down on the hard metal floor, body crouching slightly from the impact and resting with his blade facing outward from his side while his arm was fully extended in a pose that seemed to come out of a work of art. In reality, what he had just demonstrated was a work of art in and of itself, even if the droids still operated perfectly when this entire charade was done.

 

"Yes, the element of surprise helped, but you see how that horizontal swipe I made in the air turned into a swing that cut through them all? Such is the nature of Form I. It is the foundation for the other forms, and traces of it are found in the forms you spoke of that the jedi use."

 

The saber once again continued the regular horizontal motions, letting the darkside possess his arms and wrist as he did many swings that cut through the air and were designed to be done even by the small younglings that learned such a form in the days of old. Such was easy for him, yet Slicer was picking it up quite well too given the fact that he had been used to a weight at the end of his weapons so that he would be able to use his momentum and power in the swings, when with a saber most of the things were done with the simple flick of a wrist.

[Natoh]

Gatoh woke up in a medical bed a few hours later. He felt his stomach and felt a large bandage that had been applied.

 

Gatoh stood up and walked out of the room. He began his journey to his smaller room.

[Orik Bendan]

((As you might be able to tell, I posted with the wrong account, but oh well))

 

Orik continued to practice his exercises, not letting up the intensity for a second. It was far more simple to him than many other forms, for it was the basis from which all others originated. The importances of such a form was greatly underestimated by many of the more impatient sith, yet nothing would progress without it.

 

After this you will use your work to block blaster bolts. Continue until you believe that you are prepared.

Edited February 27, 2006 by Guest

[Jrosk]

The muscles of the trandoshan had relaxed from their overly tensed positions and once again it felt natural to stand up and move around without the heavy burden of fatigue that had placed it's weight upon his shoulders while the task was being completed. The exercises were harsh on his body, unrelenting in their persistence and unforgiving in their ways. Yet still the group had made it out of the task alive and as a better unit for having been put through such a test and having walked out of it victorious.

 

As a team we emerged as such...

 

The lizard trailed around the endless halls after exiting the dim room, meandering and pondering the Imperial Elite Unit's recent loss of one of the stronger members of the team: Lora. She was the only other non-human there and it would be lying to say that he wouldn't miss her. She was an invaluable member of the red team in the excercise and new far more about technology than anyone else in the unit. Her cunning had proved to be the difference between victory and defeat and her ways were perhaps the thing that had kept Jrosk from falling to the floor at the hands of a stun bolt.

 

He paced up and down these hallways, flooding memories of the things they had endured bursting in random blotches of remembrance that he visualized. Still, he recalled the feelings he had held at each point. From when he was sure that he was going to fall from the exhaustion of the trek to the shuttle, to the pure joy of ending the life of that cowardly prisoner who had abandoned the more honorable of the pair in a desperate attempt to save his life. It was a reliving of the moments that had led up to that point.

 

May there be many more...

[Slicer]

Slicer had looked at the Sith was some unease after the display. Not so much because of what the Sith had just done. But instead mainly because what it made him remember. Sigh he decided he would get to work mastering this weightless weapon. However his group still needed things to do after all down time did make one lazy. Sending a tight beam transmission he felt altogether pleased with himself and resumed the task of mastering the lightsaber.

 

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Sergent Kip Dunckles gave a sigh. It seemed he would be the one conducting the class of new imperials until Slicer was free to come do it himself. Chances were he would botch this up some how. It was bad enough when he had been forced to oversee the escorting of the Sith Lord. Now he had a bunch of newbies on his hands. He rechecked his orders and then settled himself. Making a quick jog to Nadus's office he removed the datapad he would need for the lesson and then prepared a message.

 

"All right ALL Members of our newly forged Imperial unit report to class room A-112. ON THE DOUBLE!"

 

With that he himself summoned two stormtroopers to follow him as he made his way to the class room.

[Shag]

Sario wokin up from a horrible nightmare hearing that the troopers needed to got to a class room. Running to the class room. looking around Sario chose to stand in the back of the room with back agiest the wall..

Edited February 28, 2006 by Guest

[Cobra]

Lord Kelvin cursed as a wrench fell on his head with a loud clank, looking up he saw his R-2 droid up on his ship holding his tool kit.

 

"Damit R-2 keep that closed will ya?"

 

"All right ALL Members of our newly forged Imperial unit report to class room A-112. ON THE DOUBLE!"

 

About time we did something around here. he thought to him self

 

Go back in the ship, see ya later.

 

He then went to the class room and waited with Sario.

[Dash Antilles]

((Sorry Wrong Alias))

[Guest]

((Cobra I don't understand this, how do you have a quot in your sig that is by me when I haven't met you? Especially when the Quot was made in a privet Msn Conversation between me and Aryain Darkfire, I'm Noah.))

 

The unfurled wings of a Geonosis Solar Sailor slowly started to collapse, there where thinner then a butterfly's wing, but at the same time as strong as steel, truly a remarkable achievement the ship. Krypt often found himself admiring its elegance, it may not be the most powerful ship in the galaxy he found himself saying once, but she gets twice the points for beauty. At least he though her Beautiful.

 

The silken wings that looked like satin velvet soiled to the hue of blood, now completely enclosed within the ships outer hull, Krypt tightened his hands around the controls and started into a steep descent towards the world that was Selvaris. During the decent, his eyes continually diverted to the surface, studying its texture, patterns, and more then anything looking for beauty where few ever saw it.

 

Krypt admired things of elegance, of power, one might have though that he would value life, but if they did make this assumption he would prove them wrong very quickly. For Krypt cared noting of life, as he saw it most of the life in the galaxy him excluded was a waist, that it was his calling, no his mission to ride them of there pitiful existence.

 

The ship came to a skidding halt on the landing platform, where Krypt slowly and silently got his bearings then set of for what was to be his new home.

 

He had been told by the Imperial recruiter on Coruscate that he should find a man named Jrosk, that this man would be expecting him. Of corse the recruiter had told him many things, most of which he didn't believe, besides to wait for an invitation was not his style anyway.

 

Kypt sulked though the corridors of the base until he came upon a man who fit the description of the person he was looking for, of core he could not call it a man for it more resembled and oversized lizard then anything. (Jrosk) As Krypt began to talk a shadow cloaked his face, he talked in a hushed tone and did n't offer extra details, only what needed to be said passed between his lips. ”œI was told to find you.”

[Shag]

Sario was getting bored no one was here just him and Kelvin pulling out his sword he started to sharpen it.

[Natoh]

Gatoh heard the comm overhead and followed the instructions. He walked to the room and saw one of his teammates sharpening his sword.

[Slicer]

Slicer felt pretty prepared after the time he took to learn to use the stange weapon. He was more than ready to move on and explore other possiblites for the blade besides just waving it in the air. Sending the OK to the man in his place he looked to the Sith Lord.

 

"I feel prepared enough to continue, with more advanced instruction."

 

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Sergent Kip Dunckles looked at the group he counted heads it was all he really needed to know anyway. Before long he introduced himself and started into his lecture.

 

"Ok you dirt bags! I am your instructor for the time being while we wait for your real instructor to return. Now sit down shut up and listen. After my lecture you will be quized and should you fail it is 25 laps around the complex! So make sure you get it right the first time. Unless of course you like the exerisce.

 

Now for this time unit I shall be instructing you on how to disguise yourself as well as how to blow things up. Also if there is time before your assesment you will learn how to use stealth to enter either a city or a building."

 

Sergent Kip Dunckles made sure all of the imperials were at least listening before continuing.

 

"In order to disguise your self it is best to know how. So I will quickly run through a list of disguises and how to do so.

 

Lets start off with something simple.

 

To become one of the human masses, you must simply have hunched backs. Even aliens can disgusie themselves as part of the human masses sometimes they must be heavly robbed to do so but it can be done. Moving a step up, to assume the role of a republic soilder you simply must express some sort of dislike for the empire. Also you might want to act a like reckless but still have hunched over backs.

 

There are plenty of other disguise such as aliens and such. In order to become one of the many groups of aliens out there. SImply observe a few and imitate them. As well as get all the nesscary gear to disguise yourself. Like twe-liks are easy just color your skin and create some fake head tails. It better to pass as a male twe-lik then a female twlik only because the males are not known for their apperences like the females are. So even if you did a somewhat botch up job on your outfit you could still pass.

 

Then there are the Force users. Mainly the Jedi. They are always straight back. A lot of them try to talk in circles around people. Supposably so that they never have to give up information with out making the questioner think first. A delaying tatic so that they can summon their all powerful force to give them insight of course. When passing as a Jedi try to be passive aggressive. Don't go brandishing weapons and the like. It is un-jedi like. Well don't be agressive in general. Naturally for all disguises you must get the costume right before you ever try to pass for someone you are not. If you are unfamiliar with what you are trying to pass as then observe your target group first."

 

The instructor then scrolled down for the next lecture.

 

"hmmm ok as for blowing things up."

 

After a very nice long lecture of how to blow things up as well as how to gague how big an explosion would be and things of that nature he looked out to the class.

 

"Well then Out side in the back tehere are bombs and materials for disguise. Each of you must disguise yourself as something and then blow up one of the ten buildings out there. You have a grand total of 2 hours. GO!!"

 

Sergent Kip Dunckles put the datapad down as the stormtroopers quickly herded the group outside.

 

((Yea so all trainess but lora are automatically assumed to be in the class room. And everyone should try to post within tow days. Lest you feeling like suffering.))

[Slicer]

((Double posting sucks))

[Jrosk]

A streamed piece of data had edged its way into his comm link, telling him that he had been assigned the task of training a new assassin that had just been accepted into the Imperial Elite Unit. As the sound of the Imperial's voice faded away from telling him about his assigned task, it was replaced with a much sharper and colder one that came at him from what appeared to have been an vacant nothingness in the background of the class room.

 

”œI was told to find you. I'm Krypt, a Trained Assassin if you must know.”

[King Kheldar vos Correlli]

A heavily shielded cargo transport arrives, bringing with it a heavy lead-alloy container. Special droids, designed for handling high radiation environments carry the case. With in are about 50 green diamonds, each of the carbon-60 atoms in its crystalized carrying excessive energy and radioactivity on par with processed uranium though they remain as hard as ever. Though hot to the touch, they are otherwise benign in appearance- even as they send out their lethal gamma particles and x-rays.

 

Payment is received and the ship takes off again.

[Cobra]

Lord Kelvin Headed out of the building and grabed some robes, he knew that his helmet would give him away so he tapped a button on his control panel and the helmet shrank back into his now covered up body armor.

Looking over the ordinance he grabed eleven of them just to be safe.

 

Walking casualy up to the first building he went into the basement and placed the charge,by the time he reached the last one he had them all linked to go off within two seconds of each other. Runninga safe distance away he jumped behind some rocks for cover.

 

BOOM!BOOM!BOOM!BOOM!BOOM!BOOM!BOOM!BOOM!BOOM!BOOM!

 

They went as each succesive blast seemed to complement the ones before it.

 

Not bad for a days work he thought to himself as he walked back to the base and into the class room

[Orik Bendan]

The man believed he was ready for more difficult, rigorous stances. In deed he was, yet now he would be forced to learn a lesson that would be incredibly pricely if he so chose to fail it. It could even cost him a large amount of injury and, if not perhaps for his armor, death. The saber in Orik's hand found itself idle as the hum left the environment and creeped back into a dormant lull.

 

Slicer... think fast or you shall perish.

 

The message slipped into his mind and made itself known with a sound voice that ressonated throughout the Imperial's mind in a pulsating tone, fading in and out in an echo like effect as the sith lord produced two small objects that he held by handles. They were very familiar to the many who had seen Jango Fett and the many who held Westar blaster pistols for their advanced properties, and now Slicer found himself staring into them as the barrel made itself apparent.

 

Violent bursts of red energy emerged from the tips of the blaster pistols, hurling themselves toward the man with a unrivaled viciousness that sought to down the man. Of course, it was a derivation of the old method on how to teach a child to swim. You would hurl him into a body of water and save him if he is about to drown, otherwise forcing him to teach himself. Only there would be no salvation for Slicer, and he was all on his own in this task.

 

Don't dissapoint.

[Guest]

Krypt sat through the lecture. He, like Jrosk had the desire to kill the Sargent when the man used the words Dirtbags, but unlike Jrosk Krypt might actually do it.

 

At the end of the lesson, Krypt silently took the supplies given chucking them into the trash can on the way out the door, all except for a high yield explosive device that is. Then he watched as the various students when off on there tangents, he had plans for this exercise, plans that would grab everyone's attention.

 

Krypt was an artist, and his preferred art was death, just a painter would use oils and brushes to portray a picture. Krypt painted death using weapons, toxins, explosive, what ever he could get his hands on. Just as an artist draws for a hobby, Krypt saw killing as a sport, something to be mastered, with each murder he drew a photograph, with each killing a painting, he goal in life as it is every artist goal was to make a masterpiece.

 

Krypt barley noticed as two explosions when off outside, signalizing that two of the students had succeeded in the mission, or failed, he could care less. When it was time for him to turn his attention to the execution of his plan, he face was cold, just as it was before every atrocious act, he killed in cold blood, not in rage or anger.

 

Krypt walked to the exit of the building lingering there a second and allowing the sun to warm his face. Before bowing his head and activating the personal cloaking device at his waist.

 

He called it his cloak of death, as it allowed him to kill unsuspecting pray without warning or alarming them. With it on his only enemy was sound and touch, sight was eliminated all together.

 

Out side of the base was the dusty landscape in which he was to preform the set operation, serving buildings still stood. They were all in a sad, abandoned shape, it was not as much fun to blow up what he called dry targets, blow up buildings without killing people, sometimes it had to be done in order to achieve an objective, or in this case satisfy the Sargent that he knew what he was doing.

 

As Krypt step out into the bright sunlight, a footstep formed in the sandy ground the tread was worn and upon the heal a skull and cross bones was clearly visible. Beyond the footstep noting alluded to his presence, noting to alarm the guards that were watching that he even existed at all.

 

As Krypt walked across to one of the building four things curiously dangled from his waist, although not viable as they were also cloaked they did through off his stride a little making his foot steeps swing into odd angles as he walked. The three objects were two canisters of napalm, a special kind of detonator and the high yield explosive.

 

As he neared the building he became lazy, not as aware of his surroundings as he should have been maybe that was why he didn't notice the small twig in his path until he was upon it. He should not have allowed it to happen, but he stepped on the twig and it cracked under his left foot barking out with a light snap as it did. Although it didn't draw the guards attention from so far away, Krypt did realize that he needed to be more careful, he could not allow himself to be discovered for being blightently stupid.

 

No more incidents occurred until he reached the building slipped inside and began to draw the outlines of his soon to be painting.

 

First he started by spreading the napalm across the walls and floor, being very careful with the sticky substance as he did, for it was rumored the simple friction was enough to set it off. The smallest amount off heat would cause it to erupt into flame, or so it was said.

 

Next Krypt carefully walked to the center of the room and balance the high yield explosive there, sliding the detonator into it and arming the device with utmost persition. The explosive would be triggered by heat, as soon as the detonator registered 1000 degrees the explosive would go off causing the already compromised building, to desinerate.

 

With his plan in place Krypt walked to the door of the building closing it to almost a crack before lighting a match and tossing it in. Whispering ”œgood by”

[Guest]

((People who hit the post button twice are really stupid.))

[Slicer]

It did not take long for Slicer to recoginize the make of the blasters, but an even shorter time span was when he ducked to avoid the blaster shots. One of the blaster hit a dorid the other just disappated into the wall.

 

Slicer made a mental note to give the somewhat damaged droid to the Sith if he lived through this blaster fire. Tucking himself in for a roll he brough himself back up both lightsabers blazing. He was going to attempt something he had only every seen Jedi do. Concentration in the force he brough his saber to deflect a blaster bolt and brought his second saber down to slam a second one into the ground. It didn't take long for him to get the hang of it but but after a while he found himself unable to attack. The blaster bolts kept him at a far enough range so that he could not charge in and attack.

 

Leaping into the air he surged himself forward until he was almost within striking distance of the sith. Then ducking low agin to avoid the fire he streched out his hand and forceably removed both blasters. By use of the force. Deactivating his saber he noticed two droids with blaster wounds.

 

"You know those two damaged droids are going to be apart of your four."

 

((Sorry busy volunteering at school. Didn't get time to really work on this post.

 

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Sergent Kip Dunckles called in every one after enough buildings had been blown up. He inspected their disguises and then sent them back into the class room.

 

"Ok well time for your second lesson which is all about stealth..."

 

After another somewhat boring lecture on stealth and when to use it. How to hide in shadows and brace yourself in corners..

 

"And now your next assignment. Out side are 19 men marked for death. Each is locked in a cell and guarded by two battle droids. You practice this time will be to sneak in and kill 1/4 of the men. Save 1/5th of the men and leave half of the men. There is another prison nearby if that helps any. It less then a kilo of. You have until sundown now get moving trainees.!"

[Cobra]

Before heading to the lesson Lord Kelvin Enters his ship and grabs his two vibro blade swords and attached the hilts to his belt, pulling them both out they made a metallic ringing that made him feel stronger, more pure in some way.

 

Slinking silently toward the prison that was his mission like a snake through grass, foot steps undetectable to all most all he stopped just out side and looked in with his infrared vision in his helmet, everything seemed coated with a layer of blood.

 

(OOC:I thought that there only two in the whole place, tell me if I am wrong)

 

In side there was twenty cells one of which was unoccupied, he then noticed the two battle droids patrolling at opposite sides of the building he jumped up and entered quietly through a window, then just as quietly pulled out both his blades and quietly dispatched the first cutting off its head and body in one quick motion. When the droid crumpled to the ground with a crunch, his fellow droid came up to investigate, which Lord Kelvin killed with no ceremony.

 

With no thought he sheathed his blades and used his blaster and shot the first four, he figured that it didn't really matter who he saved, busting through the locks of their cells he ushered them out the door and brought them to the class room leaving the other ten men where they were as ordered, He then sat down and waited for the others to finish.

[Cobra]

Before heading to the lesson Lord Kelvin Enters his ship and grabs his two vibro blade swords and attached the hilts to his belt, pulling them both out they made a metallic ringing that made him feel stronger, more pure in some way.

 

Slinking silently toward the prison that was his mission like a snake through grass, foot steps undetectable to all most all he stopped just out side and looked in with his infrared vision in his helmet, everything seemed coated with a layer of blood.

 

(OOC:I thought that there only two in the whole place, tell me if I am wrong)

 

In side there was twenty cells one of which was unoccupied, he then noticed two of the 38 battle droids patrolling at opposite sides of the building he jumped up and entered quietly through a window, then just as quietly pulled out both his blades and quietly dispatched the first cutting off its head and body in one quick motion. When the droid crumpled to the ground with a crunch, his fellow droid came up to investigate, which Lord Kelvin killed with no ceremony.(EDIT: This alerted the other droids to his prescense, fuiguring that killing them with his swords would take too long he unclipped his blaster rifle and lay down in a prone position, knoking the rest down as they charged at him.)

 

With no thought to them he put away his rifle and used his blaster pistol and shot the first four, he figured that it didn't really matter who he saved, busting through the locks of their cells he ushered them out the door and brought them to the class room leaving the other ten men where they were as ordered, He then sat down and waited for the others to finish.

Edited March 14, 2006 by Guest

[Dash Antilles]

Out side are 19 men marked for death. Each is locked in a cell and guarded by two battle droids.

 

((Cobra there are Two per cell, so thats 38 droids))

[Guest]

After the dust created by the shockwave he had settled, Krypt looked out across the flat dearies strewn plan, marking where the building had been in his mind. There was noting but a single piller of stone to represent where it had once stood, a skeleton left behind after the tragedy that had consumed the structure.

 

It was a scared piller, painted black with soot from the fire and crumbling in sever places. Thin cracks crisscrossed its surface leaving evidence of the explosion that had destroyed the rest of the building and rocked the earth around it. The piller was so compromised that he could have pushed it over with a little pressure at the end of his palm, but he left it standing, forever to be a monument of the events that had launched him on his career as an Imperial Agent.

 

That was it would remain standing until the wind knocked it over.

 

With the first task complete Krypt returned to the class room, where he received another mission, this one more to his liking more of a challenge then the original stunt. He was to infiltrate a prison, kill 5 men rescue 4 and leave 10 to suffer at the hands of the guards. Battle droids scattered throughout the prison would add to the atmosphere.

 

As Krypt left the classroom he was contemplating two approaches to this exorcize, two possible strategies that would lead to the same result.

 

As he saw it he could either go in to the prison guns ablaze, and attempt to fight his way through the droids there by enabling himself to accomplish the mission with ease. Or he could play the stealth card as the Sargent suggested, and avoid any contact with the droids, simply completing the objectives without alerting them to his presence. Either way it went it would not be an easy task, as battle droids didn't usually stan by and watch as someone tried to kill them, or as someone tried to sneak pensioners out from under there titanium alloy noses.

 

Just when Krypt was pulling out his duel blasters and deciding to blow the whole place to he(Double hokey sticks) and idea stuck him, and he realized that there was no need for fighting at all. After all battle droids were stupid and mindless and without instructions usually transmitted to them from a central control nod completely useless.

 

Krypt slid the blasters back into his silk cloak smiling as he did it, this was going to be much easier then he thought, in fact it was going to be a piece of cake.

 

Krypt watched as the rest of the students headed out towards the prison, making it look as though he were also moving that direction, before doubling back into the academy and activating his personal cloaking device.

 

He had gained a fairly accurate layout of the base while searching for Jrosk when he had first arrived, sulking around a base for a while often can lead to mush bigger and better things. Using this knowledge, Krypt was able to make a short list of the most likely positions of a central control nod for the droids in the prison.

 

His first stop was a telemetric data center, located near the center of the academy yet easily accessible for anyone who knew how to make it past a locked door.

 

Inside the room was single man who luckily for him happened to be asleep. Krypt worked his way around the man remaining silent so that he didn't wake up the sleeping man and there by force his hand in killing him, however killing the idiot would not be a bad thing, the academy would be one less lazy SOB for it.

 

The being the most obvious location for a Droid control nod by a high probability, Krypt searched it thoroughly. It didn't take long in a room so small, and he was able to stop early when the nod was located.

 

Krypt used the blunt end of one of his knifes to smash the thing before strutting out of the room leaving its sole occupant to contemplate the events as a mystery.

 

With there control center destroyed all the battle droids simply deactivated, slumping into motionlessness. There metal joints silicified into a stationary position, there heard slouching into an almost subservient position.

 

Krypt now set out for the second prison (Being that it is assumed that cobra already finished the first) satisfied that the remainder of him mission would pass with ease.

 

((I will stop here to allow others to post there actions, as well as to allow slicer to decide the outcomes of the events that Krypt has preformed, as he is obviously the master of the battle droids and may have a secondary control center or something.))

[Slicer]

Slicer paused for a moment momentarily forgetting the now silent blasters. Opening up a file in his helmet he scrolled on through until he found what he needed. It was as he had though. The battle droids had been deactivated through use of the primary remote control unit. Slicer sent a command to the computers inside of both prisons to activate the secondary remote control unit for the battle droids.

 

He switched to a camera feed before giving a sigh. Now only half the battle droids would work. Which meant now it would only be one droid per prsioner. He had no doubt one of his agents was the cause of this, and it was to be commended. However the man in charge of the control unit would need to be punished for such incompetence.

 

He closed down the file and opened up a new one requesting two prisoners per trainee and also 2 more, one for himself and one for the Sith lord just in case he wished to join in. Then he quickly routed the green diamonds to his rebuilt office to be locked in the radiation safe so that it would no leak in any manner, should one of the casings been ruptured.

 

"Hmmm so I shall take you to see a demonstration of a recent weapon I have built. However before that do you have other lightsaber combat you could take me through? Preferably one that is not as lethal as getting shot at."

 

Slicer then loked at the magna guards who had been busy watching him. Opening up a new file in his helmet he quickly requested orders for the magnaguards to be trained in various melee weapons. Then he looked back at the Sith lord and waited calmly.