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Neb thought a minute, before answering Mordranna, "You know, I really have no clue on what lies beneath Ood's roots. But with him, a great jedi master, protecting it, I doubt the interior would really need much protection. Maybe a couple of force traps, designed over the years Ood's been keeping watch, but they will not harm us. It an agressive force user was to come, however... He might surely die. Ood would rather detonate himself, and yes, detonate, as in blow up, before letting the secrets to the chamber be seen. It wouldn't be the first time."

Neb stepped off the transport, lending a hand to Mordranna to help her down, his one gentlemanly act for the day, before hearing someone call out to them. It was a stormtrooper dressed in jungle gear.

"It seems we have a tag-a-long."

Angel stared at the stars as they went by at lightning speed. " It would be a shame if she doesn't show. Though she won't be that important, having another tag along who can, with training, stand up to the Jedi, will be of great help to us in the long run. " Noticing the Dark Lord fiddling with one of his sabers, she took out her own and looked at it. " I crafted this one myself, and with it being made with cortosis, that wasn't an easy task, especially with trying to get it to look as elegant as it does. Still, compared with yours, it doesn't quite match up in appearance. " She paused for a moment. " We're all taught that your saber is an extension of yourself. I suppose my crafting this one myself is why I feel like it's meant specifically just for me. I guess you could say it's been ' lovingly crafted ' and forged with care and love. " She chuckled lightly, knowing that sounded corny. Looking at the Dark Lord, she felt a mild calm come over her, and felt as though she was at peace in her mind, though it lasted only a brief moment. " It's strange... No matter how much I train and try to master my saber skills, or my use of the Force, I feel as though something's still missing... " She wouldn't admit to him the truth, that she was starting to care about him more than just as her ticket to power. " ... Perhaps I've just not been using my emotions as much as before when I try to get stronger. "

" Are you wanting to make it able to be more like a dagger-sized blade or something? " Angel asked, curious as to what he was trying to do there. " You're right though. I guess this time of peace between battles has made me a little softer and not so ' emotional ' about my training. I guess it's true then. You never really stop learning since all your experiences can have valuable lessons. " Thinking over what she just said, she began to wonder why the Dark Lord seemed to always have his guard down around her. If he was wanting to become a true Sith, he'd always believe she'd strike him down for his power if she ever got the chance, despite the fact that she actually wouldn't, since she wouldn't turn against anyone she loved. Though whether it was love, or just caring about a friend, was still unclear, even to her.

Cale slowly awoke, still feeling numb and dissy. his head hurt and he felt a draft. glancing around through blurry eyes he realized he couldn't move his wrists or legs and he failed to recognize his location.
"woah...did I miss something fun?" he murmered in a dazed tone.
his vision cleared and he noticed he was unarmed. completely unarmed. Blaster pistols, grenades, vibroknives, vibroshivs, detonite tape, gadgets; everything he had concealed on his person was gone. even his favorite jacket and his Comlink were gone. on top of that, he was held in some kind of restraint field. the energy field restrained his arms and legs. Some one was paranoid.
Cale picked up the scent of grease, metal, and lubricants, a combination of things that indicated he was on a poorly maintained starship. the bulk heads in this room were a clue too. but there was something else, a noticible stink that he was sure he had smelt before...
Cale's eyes widened. "aw Farkle, Ive been captured by Rodians!"

She has something I have never felt...it fuels me....I must follow it.

Imperius finished twiddling with the lightsaber for the time being and returned it to his side, and then made the necessary calculations to remove the ship from hyperspace.

"welcome to Ossys, my Lady Valycia."

Drako had PR1M3 track Angles ship.

" Ossys. "

" Ossys.........Hrmm. "

Drako walked back into his RC(Regan Chamber). It fixed any problems he had and he rested.

" PR1M3.....wake me when we get there."

PR1M3 plotted in the way to Ossys and Drako slept.

Selkisto, Alshia Tum'al, and Venn Gres emerged from their escape pod. The Republic had gotten desperate, and decided to bring Garos IV's shield down by infiltrating and deactivating the shield generator. The "hard way," as Selkisto fancied it.

He raised his SO-19 and powered its stealth module, then beckoned his comrades to follow. They too were armed with the SO-19; it had become the regulation weapon of choice for special operations missions. Selkisto's /non/-regulation lightsaber hung from his belt. He also had his DLT-20C and his usual arsenal of an MB-2, T-21, DL-44, "Power"5, Nambus 25, and GT-40, arrayed around his body wherever they would fit on his armor.

The small team waded through the shallow water they'd landed in, planting corpses in the immediate area; they'd left a couple in the pod as well. It had been a very uncomfortable trip, he recalled, with several dead bodies positioned around him.

The pod was of Garosian design and construction, as were the uniforms on the dead bodies. The pod appeared to have been struck by a laser blast, which apparently killed those inside if not by the blast, then by the resulting leak of life support. The team finished "damaging" the pod before they left crept back inside, hiding away in sensor-shielded compartments. Alshia was an expert computer hacker as well as a pilot, and Venn was an expert in energy projection fields, and of course Selkisto was an expert in using explosives, which he had several of, stored around his belt and slung over his back. They figured that if one or two of them were unable to complete their job, at least one of the team probably could.


They arranged themselves as best they could given the tight space and Selkisto thanded out rebreathers after putting one on his own face. It reminded him, briefly, of the mask he used to wear. Disregarding the thought, he gripped his rifle more tightly to his chest and waited. Their goal was the shield generator, but for now they had no choice but to wait.