Space

[SithAcolyte]

"Yes please." Darla replied, relieved that Darex had arrived.

 

After hitting a few keys on a control panel Darla brought up a holographic model of the system they were in. Several multi-coloured orbs floated in the air around them representing the various un-named planets.

 

"Ok, we are pretty far coreword but this system is kind of un-known. It's been discovered but the planets have no names, just old Imperial registration numbers. This one here," Darla said pointing a finger. "Planet B-54-862 will be out guests knew home. It's M- Class but highly unevolved, there are no higher life-forms living there that my scanners can pick up. Gravitiy is low because of the the planet's size. It should be just right for what we need though."

 

Darla shut off the hologram and turned back to Darex.

 

"So what do you have in mind? Talk to it and try to get it to follow you willingly? And if that does work, what about a back-up plan?"

[Darex Trevelian]

Darex looked up, startled by her question. "Why, I suppose I was just thinking of dropping him off and assumed he would go willingly. Let me talk to him..."

 

He stood up and headed into the back where he felt the creature's presence. "We've arrived at your new home," he said. "Want to take a look? It's got plenty of room for you and your people to spread and grow, and enough resources for you to survive."

[Bad karma]

There was a flicker of movement as he nodded his head at Darex's proposal. He stood up at his full height of an even six feet and gave the room a quick look around before turning his attention to the Jedi. He spoke in a low, raspy sort of voice that seemed to emanate from the four corners of the room.

 

”œYess, lets see it.'

[Gren Sairdonga]

The modified Deepwater Class Frieghter 'Second Chance' flashed up into high orbit over Tatooine. The ship was destined for a small rebel outpost, where bacta and a few larger ships were located and then Haruun Kal. Where the Rebel and Jedi forces were engaged in battle.

 

The temporary captain gave the order. A few seconds later, the ship flashed into hyperspace.

[Darex Trevelian]

As the guest stood, Darex escorted it to the ramp. He grabbed a breath mask, remembering that the air was thin, but didn't put it on. The ramp lowered, and Darex ushered the being out onto the surface of the unknown planet. "This is as close to the Core that we could bring you," he said. "While it looks barren, there are plenty of resources for you. Your people will be able to live and thrive here, and when you become advanced enough to develop space travel--or someone brings it to you--then you can begin to expand to this planet's moons and such."

 

He saluted the being. "I wish you and your people luck in starting your new life."

 

He then headed back up the ramp and closed it. Tossing the breath mask aside and taking a few lungfuls of the oxygen-rich air, he headed to the cockpit. A few flips of switches and they had left the planet's surface behind them.

 

Pulling out of the atmosphere, Darex raised an eyebrow. "Go ahead and set the coordinates. I just want to make a quick scan of the ship before we leave."

[SithAcolyte]

Darla was relieved and surprised when the creature left so easily and willingly. She kept thinking that somehow it had left one of it's eggs onboard and that it would be coming with them. If that was the case perhaps it was best to destroy the ship. There was a part of Darla that wanted to fire at the planetoid, but she knew that Darex would never forgive her if she did.

 

At least the three of them were alive and well. Hopefully hey could leave all of this behind them and get back to their friends.

 

"I guess your plan went well." Darla said as she keyed co-ordinates into the Navi-comp. "I'm sorry for doubting you Darex... I just didn't want those things getting to Coruscant. The ship's ready to make the jump to hyperspace as soon as you've finished your scan."

 

Darla was silent for a moment.

 

"If we can be sure of the ship being clean... We could set it for self destruct and get into one of the escape pods. I'd hate to lose Starsprite so soon, but it's a small price to pay to keep the rest of the galaxy safe."

[Bad karma]

A lone, familiar, and raspy voice rang out in Darex's mind expressing the telepathic connections Trowa's creatures could forge when they had too.

 

You just cost the life of millions. Fare well, Jedi.

 

Below on the ground the barely there shadow flickered for a moment, then seemingly vanished. He was thankful he had implemented his plan and the Hive queen was already at work listing his options. There was a forested region of the planet, lumber was a valuable asset when so many planets no longer possessed it. Being so close to the core, his best bet was to wait it out in the small forest for some interstellar lumberjacks to land.

 

He'd slay every last one of them, taking an item from each and every one of their bodies and then sending it to the Jedi. As he would do with each of the next Million beings he would slay. The Jedi didn't hold true to his word, the core was listed as holding coordinates 0, 0, 0. It was not simply the center area of the Galaxy, but the center of the Galaxy. Coruscant.

 

The eggs were still in a state of hibernation, barely bigger then a normal sized human's thumb-nail. Their pulse of life was hardly there, leaving nothing short but top-notch sensors or a highly trained Jedi actively looking for them in hopes they didn't find some way to hide even their faint life. Skylok might not have been a Jedi, but the progenitor of his species knew much about force users and allowed the hive queen to know what he knew; only expanding her vast knowledge.

 

Within the force, those with a signiI am an idiotent signature, like a Jedi padawan, were easy to sense. And as one went up the power charts, sensing the being would get easier. The average run of the mill human with no true connection to the force was something they would have to focus to lock on to.

 

Skylok chuckled at the thought of the Jedi bursting a vein or two trying to sense such a tiny shimmer of life. He patted the satchel at his side absent mindedly, he would prepare a place for them to hatch soon and leave them to do just that as he left to seek out some food for them.

[Alora]

((sorry for taking so long, and that this is so short, still got that migraine...))

 

Alora looked down as he slit the neckline of her bodysuit, raising her eyebrow. He was getting skilled now, to slit the material without touching her skin. What he didn't realise was that how she loosened his pants would hinder him as with a pull of the Force, she hand then down around his thighs, making it harder for him to move easily.

 

She danced around, her blade looking for a good place to strike at his clothing. Finally she got through his defenses, his own shirt being slit with the blade.

 

"You may have but I got second."

[darth shadowlord]

((Its cool, I completely understand.))

 

Draken looked suprised as his pants dropped a bit farther done his body. his only thought was one of dismay. Well this is going make fighting a bit more difficult. He kept his sabre in a guarded position, parrying her attacks, all the while attempting to figure out what he could do. He realized that since her plan seemed to involve taking off his pants, so he decided he would move before she could.

 

He leapt over her head, slipping his pants off and letting them cover her head. Landing he tucked himself into a backwards roll that carried him to her left side. He sprang to his feet and ignited his sabre again, as he twisted her body against his in a lock in a way that bent her body over his body, giving him just enough room to graze his sabre down her bodysuit and cut it open at the side.

 

"Yes but I have the better contact."

[Alora]

((I'd hardly think it would be that easy to get the pants off over your boots as you leapt over her... I'll go with it, but yeah...))

 

A laugh came from further from him than he thought. When she had gathered the force to her, she had been building up her illusions, creating a falseness that would be easy to transfer once he darkened the room again. She was well practiced with her illusions by now, having the feel of a body created with her visual illusion to make it seem real. She had her own saber switched off, though flicked it back on with it's customary *snap hiss* as he spoke. Her blade slit down his shirt, removing it from his body from behind him.

 

"Tsk tsk... would have... careful, you might fall through my illusions... if I let you..."

 

She danced back from him once more, holding her blade ready for his counter.

[Darex Trevelian]

Darex shook his head as the being spoke into his mind. He had made his decision, and there could be no regret. In truth, he didn't regret it completely. He had done the right thing in not allowing them to infiltrate Coruscant. He had not completely broken his promise. Indeed, the hive mother had said the center of the galaxy...not the Core, and not Coruscant. He had done that.

 

He shook his head again. Rationalizing it wasn't making him feel any better, and dwelling on it certainly wasn't a good use of his time. Instead, he turned his thoughts to the imminent darkness and danger he had felt in the galaxy while he was meditating. He didn't know what was happening, but he had a very bad feeling about it all.

[SithAcolyte]

"Hey you alright?" Darla asked Darex.

 

He seemed to be deep in thought. Darla still felt uneasy about the whole situation. She wanted to leave the planetoid far behind and get back to Skye.

 

"Look, it's probably best if we get away from this place. I'll make the jump now. We'll know if the ships clean sson enough and if it's not we'll just drop down to hoth in an escape pod and have Skye come to get us."

 

Darla pulled the level and made the jump to hyperspace.

[Leinemaster]

In the deep bowels of space, a Chiss clawcraft exited lightspeed near Cardia. It's pilot, a human male name Det Zukasa, examined the planet. Then jetted towards the remains of the Sith temple.

[Hou-Jo Poleb]

Hou-Jo pulled his ship out of hyperspace early before reaching his destination and sent a recording to the Holonet en route to Byss.

[Intemptesta Nox]

As the Cruento Umbra passed through the spatial realm known as hyperspace, Nox and Kirloor sat in silence. Nox wasn't one for idle conversation and Kirloor, as far as Nox knew, might not even be able to speak. Looking briefly to the Zabrak's injured arm, Nox took notice of the haphazard synth-flesh graft.

 

Enough to stave off infection, but not enough to even dull the pain. This one is not afraid of pain, that is good.

 

Deciding that this being was worthy of his name, Nox spoke:

 

"I learned your name from your friend. The one that I killed. That is all that I know of you, Kirloor, and most likely will be all that I will ever know of you. As far as I am concerned, that is a perfectly acceptable arrangement. However, it is probably fair that I at least tell you my name, so that you will know what to call me if you ever decide to speak. I am known only to a select few, now you included, as Intemptesta Nox. Should you find that too difficult to say, I will respond simply to Nox."

 

Nox paused, turning back toward his controls. After a moment, he spoke again.

 

"The Sith are a brutal order. It is just as likely that we will be attack as it is that we will find someone to train us in the ways of power. I am not prone to trusting others, but perhaps it would be to both our advantages to watch out for each other's safety."

 

Nox didn't bother to wait for the other to reply. Instead he checked his navcomputer.

 

A few more hours before we arrive.

[Kirloor Raeden]

"I am known only to a select few, now you included, as. Should you find that too difficult to say, I will respond simply to Nox."

 

It took the Zabrak several minutes to realize he was being offered a name. Only a few times in his life had Kirloor been in the same situation. Regardless of Nox's jabs at Kirloor's speech, or lack-there-of, he still trusted him- almost.

 

You will find out my secret soon enough, Intemptesta Nox, but until we are in complete trust of each other.. I will remain mute.

 

"I am not prone to trusting others, but perhaps it would be to both our advantages to watch out for each other's safety," Nox said.

 

Another nod from Kirloor.

 

Without waiting for an invitation, Kirloor fell back on the hull of the ship, sliding down until his rear met the ground. It was here he truly observed the ship, at least until Nox spoke once more or they arrived.

 

 

((Bed now, but later, I'll either edit, or you can post))

[Intemptesta Nox]

The two sat in silence for the remaining hours of the journey. Occasionally, Nox would tap a control, or shoot a glance at his companion-who seemed happy just to sit and observe his ship. The Umbra was far from new, but she did her job admirably. When the time came, Nox pulled a lever on his control console back and brought the ship out of hyperspace into the system surrounding the planet Cardia

[darth shadowlord]

Draken looked completely suprised when what he had figured was Alora turned out to be nothing, but an illusion. His suprise doubled as she revealed herself to be behind him and slit his shirt in half. As he spun around his shirt fell to the floor as he looked at her. His eyebrow arched as he glanced down, he was losing again. He smirked slightly as he brought his gaze back up to her face.

 

"I seem to be missing my clothes yet again. This is seeming to become a trend when I'm dueling you. Perhaps your enjoying this just a bit? Well at least I can't lose too much more....I hope." Draken looked slightly worried as he said the last statement. "Ah well that is the fun of battle."

 

He began to use elaborate attacks and parries against her. This time however he fell back from before her and gave ground to her, allowing her to drive him towards the wall. He kept his mind perfectly blank as he waited for the right moment. A moment later it appeared and he knew it was time, he closed down his sabre and dampened his force presence as he faded into the darkness of the room.

 

She may be able to use illusions against him, but he was able to use darkness as his weapon and ally. He slinked around her, using his reflexes to slip around her guard and removing one of the pikes from the wall silently. He smiled to himself and snuck up behind her using the length of the pike to slit the side of her body suit almost to her hip.

[Durose Roshan]

They had been in the darkness of space now for some time. Da'wynn thought back to Noola as he waited in his office for them to reach their destination.

 

The Canus II, accompanied by two fighter squadrons was now almost to Haruun Kal. Once they dropped in, Da'wynn would offer the remaining victims fighter support. He hated the Black Dawn and after the latest scrimmage with them only maybe a month or two before, he hated them even more. True, he didn't have much love for the jedi or the Republic. However, if it could hurt the Sun that would be reward enough.

 

As he patiently waited, Ro's main concern wasn't how they would be able to get in and get out. The Canus two was more than capable of outrunning anything the Black Sun could throw at him. Rather, he was still debating whether or not he should run the show from the sidelines, safe inside the Canus II, or out on the warfront, flying a squadron into battle.

 

However, as they got closer to the destination, Da'wynn's choice became more and more clear. He couldn't risk his life needlessly. He had made a promise to Noola. He needed to return. Comming the Captain of the Canus I and his respective fighter escort, Da'wynn ordered them to remain out of the system. Now was not the time to engage the Black Dawn head-on. His mission would be a mission of mercy. Nothing more, nothing less.

[MSA]

As a HLAF-500 StarFighter came barreling through hyperspace, Scorpio continued to smoke his cigar. Puff after puff, he inhaled the smoke, relaxing for the battle ahead, the force flowing through him like a raging river. He thought for a moment, and decided to name his ship. He cristened his new ship "The Force's Spirit". He then turned and taking a drag off his cigar, looked ahead.

 

When he was previously on Haruun Kal, he had faced the one known as Piccolo, and it seems he would have to again. He could feel his Master's every move on Piccolo, and knew his Master faced the same outcome unless Scorpio could get there in time to help.

 

Both of his new lightsabers were clipped onto his hips, the vibroaxe was also clipped onto his hip, and the two vibroswords were sheathed in a "x" form onto his back. He was soon alerted that he had arrived into Haruun Kal airspace, and he exited hyperspace, putting out the cigar, and getting ready for battle.

 

((Continued in the Haruun Kal Thread))

[Alora]

Alora smirked at him as he mentioned missing his clothing again...

 

"You love it..."

 

She countered his attacks, their blades clashing again and again as he backed off towards the wall. When he closed down his saber, Alora did with hers too, creating a series of illusions about herself so that he wouldn't know which one was her. When he slit down the bodysuit, opening it up she had each one of her illusions look the same, to make him wonder if he had gotten her or not...

 

"Trying to even the score my dear?"

 

Her voice seemed to come from each of the illusions around the room.

[DarthBrendo]

Laayla sped through space while Mindan performed pre-battle checks to ensure his beloved craft was ready for anything, including re-tunign his secondary shield and his extra banks of proton torpedoes.

[darth shadowlord]

"Very nice Mistress. I really like your many illusions and how they all seem to have their body suits slit down to the hip." He grinned at her for a moment before closing his eyes and re-ignited his sabre. He began to harness the force and focused on the illusions intently. His head turned as he found through the force which image of her actually was her. He gathered the darkside behind hiself and released a wave of power that would destroy the illusions.

 

The palpuable wave of power stretched out the the training room and smashed into the illusions, shattering some and causing several others to melt away, leaving just the two of them alone in the training room. He opened his eyes and looked at her his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Indeed Alora, It could be said that I enjoy my inherent lack of clthing when I duel you, yet the same statement could be said for you as well it would seem."

 

Draken looked at her curiously. "Alora why did you become a Sith?" He closed down his sabre and sat down by the wall.

[Vladimir Faust]

Another comm reaches the Count from Faust's troops. This time, there are only five simple words.

 

The prisoner is being shipped.

[Darson]

Darson's modified clone transport ship fell out of hyperspace. It docked with the Midget Paradise. He jumped out of the ship and walked (he has longer legs than his brothers allows him to carry more than his brothers.) to the tree he saw his brother in and climbed it with ease and tossed the tweliks head on to his brothers lap saying

 

”œThe job is done brother.”

[Alora]

She grinned as he destroyed her illusions, the woman feeling the power he exuded as he reduced the room to only the two of them once more. The grin turned into a smirk as he made his comment.

 

"Always enjoy a lack of clothing my dear. More fun that way."

 

With the duel over, she shut her saber down, clipping it to her belt once more, revealing that he had infact slit her bodysuit. It hung open as she moved towards him to take a seat beside him.

 

"Why did I? It just happened. I wanted revenge, went to take it out on the wrong person and fate took over from there."

 

Draken's comm unit bleeped an incoming message, Alora adding, "Want me to leave while you get that?"

[darth shadowlord]

"Don't worry about the comm, I know exactly who and what it is. I had an internal comm system put inside me. It was Faust, it would appear that he is sending Achzet to me for punishment. Which means that we must return to Serenno. It also appears that John and Sirvani have disappeared, the casino havent heard from them nor have I."

 

He moved close to her, studing her face as he pondered what she had previously said about how she had joined the Sith. He nodded, his story was similar to hers. He grinned slightly he was still a bit hot from their duel and he was also feeling an extreme desire for Alora at that moment but he was attempting to resist it, the struggle showed in his face as he looked at her.

 

He set his sabre to the side and looked away trying not to let his desire get the best of him.

[Drake Ferral]

"Well done brother. You have proved, once more, that you are the best assassin out there."

 

Getting up to dipose of the head, Bosutai noticed another patch of scorched fur on his brother.

 

"you should really get some burn salve for those wounds."

 

Going to the cockpit, he set a course fo Coruscant. It was time to find a job. He needed something to do until his other brother got back. He knew it would be a long time until he got back, but Bosutai was willing to wait for the results. The search he had sent his brother on was hopefully not a wild goose chase like the last couple of times.

 

"Hey Darson! Get your big furry arse up here now!"

 

((Darson! LEARN TO SPELL BETTER OR I WILL TAKE IT OUT OF YOUR HIDE!!))

[Darson]

Darson lazily walked up to the cockpit he knew his brother could never hurt him, he had too many thermal detonators armed on him at all times. He arrived at the cockpit and tossed himself in the co pilots seat and put his feet up on the console pushing buttons with his feet to get a small hunk of meat warmed up in the food dispenser behind him.

 

”œso what's eating you bro?”

[Wookiee Jedi]

As Kirlocca's ship raced through hyperspace towards Ossus, he got on the Holonet and made a highly encrypted message for the Jedi that only they would know how to receive.