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Tarrian Skywalker

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Victus looks around at the various weaponry aimed at him.

 

'Impressive.'

 

Victus turns and walks into the steel door. His insubstantial body drifts through like black smoke and reassembles on the other side.

 

'You won't be able to menace or threaten me, I'm afraid.'

 

Victus reaches out and waves his arm through Jareth.

 

'I'm not, strictly speaking, here.'

 

Victus steps forward, closer to the Sith.

 

'Now listen to me, you disrespectful whelp. I'm not who you think I am. Do you think I'd march in here if I were some wet-behind-the ears rookie? No. I am here because you could be an asset to my cause. Now, are you going to hear me out, or shall I leave you to your devices?'

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Jareth, somewhat perplexed by the overall 'astral' characteristics of his new quarry, turned to adress him.

 

This crap is getting old. he thought to himself as he began to speak.

 

"How about this....You go back outside...knock on the door, and wait to be adressed. You do all of this in a respectful manner, and I will PERHAPS listen to what you have to say. I cannot be expected to be very helpful to your cause when it is brought to me in the manner in which you have."

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((OOC: Ghosts aren't allowed in the RP.))

 

IC:

 

Jareth puts the encounter he just had out of his mind. The, whatever that was, was certainly not worthy of Jareth's time.

 

He had other things to do.

 

"Now, back to you....." He said as he turned back toward Rhekath. "Answer me."

 

He waited for the young hopeful to say what Jareth knew he would say.

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Darth Havoc steps forth from the shadows.

 

"What happened to your apprentice, that beast Salus Monn, you ask? Ha, my dear Sith Lord, or is it Sith Master you prefer to be referred to as? Ha, your apprentice was a weak-minded beast; the training he received from your person was inadequate. He was easily perverted, easily mastered by my being. For you see, I called to your apprentice, from across the Galaxy, from even across that great barrier that blocks out the dead I called to him, and he came. What once lived, is now dead, and conversely, the dead now live again ”“ live again to wreak havoc."

 

As if under a different light, Darth Havoc seems to grow in stature.

 

"I was once known as Hale Akturus, and was trained as a Jedi Knight. As I mentioned before, I was also trained to be a Sith Lord by the great Darth Heretic ”“ a chief among the Sith of the past. This was all before your time, I do believe. The dark side of the Force, as you no doubt well know, works in mysterious ways ”“ I have returned to this Galaxy to claim my former glory. Despite your failure to properly train Salus Monn, I believe working with you will no doubt bring about that glory..."

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"MY failure you say? "

 

Jareth laughed, but let the comment of the person standing before him go.

 

"You seem to be hell bent on your own agendas...How do you plan to do these things of what you speak? Certainly not by criticizing those who now reign among the sith. Because," Jareth returned to his cold and angered demeanor, "That, will get you nothing but a swift death."

 

Jareth was sick and tired of being disrespected in his own domain. If this was anywhere else, Jareth was typically passive, and would have stayed virtually invisible, but it was time to take a stand....especially in front of the young hopeful who was to be his apprentice.

 

"YOU PEOPLE." His voice boomed and shook the walls as it was amplified by the force. He too grew in stature, not physically but through the force. His presence was overwhelming to his guard, who cowered back from the master.

 

"NEED TO LEARN THAT IF YOU WANT MY ALLEGIANCE, OR WANT ME TO EVEN LISTEN TO YOUR MINDLESS DRIBBLE ABOUT GLORY."

 

His voice slightly lessened as he continued,

 

"Then, treat me with the respect I have earned."

 

Jareth rushed across the hallway where he stood, and lifted Havoc by the throat pinning him to the wall. The force was not needed as Jareth's gloved hand tightened, and his fingertips slipped between the sith's trachea and spinal cord, burying deep into arteries and flesh.

 

"Now LISTEN." Jareth's tone was as death itself. " I do not care who you were trained by. I do not care what era you come from. I do not care what your opinion of my training of former apprentices is. I do not care who you are. I do not care who you have become, AND I CERTAINLY DO NOT CARE ABOUT YOUR GLORY."

 

Jareth dropped the man to the ground where he crumpled to his knees gasping for breath.

 

"GET OFF MY PLANET....you know the way out."

he said as he swept down his corridor toward the main lab. Beckoning the young apprentice, which he had not had a moment's peace with yet to follow him once more so that they could talk.

 

On the way, he sent comm to his chief technician to beef up security. He ordered more ion cannons and anti personell defenses. His last command was a firm one.

 

"Nobody lands on this planet from now on unless specifically directed to do so by me. Destroy anything that enters the atmosphere."

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Um...asked to look, and Victus..I realize you and I have spoken, but you either are there or not. We don't allow ghosts in the rp, and you can't force message more then a felling if you are on the same planet...and only those that are linked like a sister and brother...mother and daughter or father, husband and wife can use the force to give messages over a great distance. Which means...if you are not in the same room, on the same planet, or on the same ship, you can only astrual project an image and your voice...no force use, sorry dear.

 

and yes I am specifically not saying whom this user is.

"When in doubt, Get the Hell out!!!"

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Slightly dazed, Darth Havoc takes a deep breath and then rises to his feet.

 

"You have sealed your fate."

 

Darth Havoc brushes off the side of his black cloak, and then exits the underground lab. The Sith Lord immediately heads back to, and boards, the Appetite for Destruction ”“ straight away, 3X-6, Darth Havoc's skeletal multi-armed droid, powers up the heavily modified Corellian corvette. Moments later, the Appetite for Destruction tears away and enters hyperspace ”“ as this happens, a small mechanical insect, one that the Sith Lord had purposefully swept off of his black cloak's collar earlier, scurries down one of the underground lab's many hallways and disappears.

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"Something's loose in here" One of Jareth's Noghri guard called to his partner.

 

"Yeah, I saw it too." he replied as he hurried down the hall to persue whatever small object he had just seen.

 

"Master-" Jareth's comm buzzed. "I believe some type of mech device has been let loose in the facility."

 

Jareth ordered his Security lieutenant to run a scan and destroy whatever foreign objects they found.

 

Within moments, a comm confirmed that the sith master's orders had been carried out and the infiltrating bug had been destroyed.

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"Master Raynuk Montar instructed me to come here, to Dathomir, And you would train me in the ways of the sith, that is, if you are Master Jareth."

 

*Rhekath had little doubt, for he had been flung around telekenetically with what seemed no effort on the part of the sith.*

Security is mostly a superstition. It does not exist in nature, nor do the children of men as a whole experience it. Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than outright exposure. Life is either a daring adventure or nothing.

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Taking his ship into a far orbit, Vyxor sends a transmision to the one called Jareth.

 

"Ship registration #289533 asking permision to land."

 

 

Vyxor readied his things while waiting for a reply...

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Before the ground to air teams could send Jareth a comm, he sent his orders.

 

"Let that ship land, escort the occupant to me at once."

 

Jareth felt the familiar signature of an untrained and raw darkside user somewhere in the planet's atmosphere. If his instincts were wrong, and this was not a new hopeful wishing to train under Jareth, then the sith master knew he could destroy whatever presence it was.

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"I wish to make those who did this to me suffer"

 

*He Meant the machine that was now nearly half of his being, Integrated into his nervous system and Constantly influencing his every action, every thought.*

 

"I need to be able to control the force so I can become more powerful"

Security is mostly a superstition. It does not exist in nature, nor do the children of men as a whole experience it. Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than outright exposure. Life is either a daring adventure or nothing.

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"So, by saying that you realize that you are not powerful now?"

 

Jareth's tone was inquisitive, but harsh as well. He wanted the hopeful to admit he was a weakling.....or show him that he was.

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"I am sure that any power I could muster, however effective against non-forceusers, would be insignificant next to the power of the force."

 

Rhekath hated to admit it, but even his near robotic body could not defeat a skilled Jedi or Sith. But he could sure put up a hell of a fight.

Security is mostly a superstition. It does not exist in nature, nor do the children of men as a whole experience it. Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than outright exposure. Life is either a daring adventure or nothing.

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"Very well, I accept you as my apprentice. Go find quarters. My guard have been alerted to your presence and will grant you access to the many corridors of this lab. I will call for you when I am ready to begin your training."

 

Jareth motioned with his hand to dismiss his new apprentice.

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Exiting hyperspace just over Dathomir the private on board comms Jareth.

 

"Jareth, I have been sent by his majesty Wyhl the Hutt to ask for your assistance over Tantooine. The Imperials have illegally blockade the planet. It won't be long before the Hutts can no longer hold out the generators for the net bombs currently in place. I ask, no I beg for any help you can give to his majesty, in this his most dire time of need. I ask you to come to his rescue."

 

Sitting above the private waited. His shoulders slumped he continued to think about the future events that would unfold. His eyes lit up as another idea came to his head.

 

"Also if you would please comm Raynuk Montar, his added assistance would greatly increase our chances of victory. I know Wyhl would be most pleased."

Now is your time to die...

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Jareth's eyes widened at this transmission.

 

His unspoken order to his apprentices was to board the TS2 immediately and strap in.

 

Once all three were aboard, he lifted the ship high into the atmosphere and blast into hyperspace toward tatooine.

 

Before exiting the system a comm was sent to the Dark Lord.

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The familiar silhouette of a black infiltrator ship, The Tigershark II, blanketed the planet of Dathomir's surface in shadow as Jareth and his apprentice landed inside of his secure facility.

 

A twinge in the sith master's mind made him aware of a mistake that it was all too late to correct now.

 

He called down to his Noghri guards deep within the lab.

 

"Lock the planet down, anything in or out gets destroyed immediately."

 

Jareth realized he had been tracked. He was foolish to let his guard down and not sense this earlier.

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"I love tracking devices."

 

Rane Scando's ship, the Last One Standing, emerges out of hyperspace near Dathomir. The Mandalorian bounty hunter, truly the last real Mandalorian left in the Galaxy, immediately brings both the ship's shields and weapons systems to full power. As the Last One Standing descends through Dathomir's atmosphere, Scando keeps a watchful eye on the ship's sensors and scanners.

 

"Enemy territory..."

 

Scando begins to mumble to himself.

 

"Mira Jesra better come through with those credits, or I'll have to kill two people."

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"Open fire. Sectors 2 and 5" one Noghri commander growled to his suboordinates.

 

At his command a hail of ion cannon and surface to air fire was unleashed toward Scando's ship.

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"Too big of a target."

 

Hands dancing across the controls, Rane Scando switches the Last One Standing over to auto-pilot. Next, the Mandalorian bounty hunter rises from his seat and quickly runs to the back of his ship. There, Scando opens up the ship's back hatch, and, as enemy fire begins to bombard the Last One Standing, jumps out. As he falls, Scando looks up to see the Last One Standing blasting away, followed by fire from the surface of the planet. Moments later, Scando presses a button on the inside of his helmet using his chin - less than a second later, the Mandalorian's jetpack ignites.

 

As Scando safely lands on the jungle floor, he receives a damage report from his ship; the Last One Standing was now operating at about half of what is usually did. It didn't matter now though, with his ship safely up in space, out of reach of the planet's defenses, Scando continues on.

 

***

 

Lowering his head, Scando aims the rocket mounted on his jetpack at the armored doors that separated the Mandalorian bounty hunter from the insides of this special underground laboratory. Scando was behind a rather large tree, still wary of the planet's defenses. As the seconds crawl by, and no guards or troopers appear, Scando decides to make his move - the rocket tears through the lab's armored doors. Racing forward, Scando enters, and immediately heads downwards...

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((OOC: I'll let that go, but your ship would have been blasted to pieces or at least hit several times. If you could be a bit more realistic, I'd appreciate it))

 

IC:

 

"Master, we've lost the ship, but scans indicate a lifeform jetisoned into the atmosphere before the ship left into space. I'm transferring the schematics on the ship to your datapad now." The noghri's voice was apologetic and fearful. These men knew what failure meant.

 

Jareth read over the specs and knew instantly who was tailing him.

 

"Captain, man all battlestations and lock down this facility. This mandalore is not one to be taken lightly. Exterminate him with extreme prejudice at the first sign of him. Do not let him enter this lab. Our research data is incredibly sensitive and cannot fall into the wrong hands."

 

Jareth's orders were clear, his tone was unfaltering, he started to devise a plan.

 

He called to his apprentice.

 

"Rheketh, barricade yourself in my quarters, do not come out until I advise. Practice your force meditation, and continue studying this holocron." The sith master handed the young sith a small sensor.

 

"If this sensor goes off, flee. Take my ship, you know where it is docked."

 

Jareth then swept through the lab and made his way to his training arena.

 

"This will be a good place to make a stand ....if Scando is brave enough to enter."

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OOC -

 

Blow me.

 

IC -

 

Rane Scando, blaster rifle at the ready, proceeds with caution for several long minutes. Before rounding one particular corner, the Mandalorian bounty hunter stops and listens carefully. Teeth clenched, Scando carefully removes a concussion grenade from his belt.

 

"Three."

 

Scando closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

 

"Two."

 

Scando opens his eyes.

 

"One."

 

Scando throws the grenade, waits a moment, and then round the corner, blaster rifle blazing. The blast from the grenade had killed the guards that were closest to Scando, the fire from Scando's blaster rifle wipes out a few more. As the smoke clears, Scando grips the blaster rifle with his right hand, draws his blaster pistol with his left, and then activates his jetpack again. Blasting down the corridor, and slamming through the ranks of the remaining guards, Scando once again disappears.

 

***

 

After a considerable amount of time, and after blasting through three more groups of guards, Scando was standing before the armored doors of the lab's control room. Before Scando goes about opening the doors, he checks his injuries. The third group of guards he had dealt with left a few marks on him - two blaster bolts had grazed the Mandalorian's right arm, and one blast had gone straight through his left hand, ruining it.

 

"Damned followers."

 

Scando uses a few more concussion grenades to get past the control room's armored doors. Inside, Scando quickly sets about messing with the controls. After a moment or two, the Mandalorian bounty hunter discovers that his target was currently in the lab's arena. Smiling, Scando locks down the arena - Jareth was going nowhere.

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The sounds of battle being waged in the corridors above was no suprise to Jareth, the silence that followed was a bit disheartening. He had faith in his guards, and called for his chief security tech to give him an update.

 

His request for a status check was met with silence on his comm.

 

The next sound the sith master heard was that of his security measures being armed. The cold metallic slam of blast doors closing around him was easily identifiable. He rushed at full force speed to escape the arena, but was not able to do so in time.

 

Jareth, knowing his security system inside and out, knew what protocols were being carried out, and knew that he was trapped....a victim of his own design.

 

He ran a gloved hand through his pale white hair, and let out a low rumbling growl. He was angered to no end by this intruder.

 

There was only one thing for Jareth to do....Call for aid.

 

He opened a line of communications with Raynuk Montar, the dark lord of the sith. Only he was strong enough to liberate Jareth from his current perdicament.

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Rane Scando memorizes a map of the lab he had seen displayed across a monitor in the control room, and makes his way to the arena. As the Mandalorian bounty hunter nears the arena, he spots a single guard messing around with a blaster rifle - a blaster rifle that was apparently jammed. Smiling, Scando draws his blade, a twelve inch hunting knife reinforced with Mandalorian iron, and leaps at the guard. A few moments later, the guard sat slumped up against a wall, innards missing. Still smiling, Scando makes his way to the arena, now clutching that last guard's communicator.

 

"Hello, doomed one."

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