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“Eh?” Melissa popped her head up out of the maintenance hatch, a smug of grease decorating her cheek and her hair tied back in a ponytail. “No, I think I can manage.” She smiled up at him. Not much more I can do until we exit hyper and have a good look, I think most of the damage is external.” She reported her findings as she selected a different spanner from the tray. “Go ahead and start on the shields, I’ll join you as soon as I’m done here.” She said and ducked back down into the steaming hole. “So…How’s our guest?”

Melissa and T-9 had done all they could to repair the damaged engine while in hyperspace and had replaced the floor grating over the access shaft. Wiping the sweat from her brow as she stood up she collected the tool tray and set off down the corridor.

“Yeah, how’s the shields doin’?” She asked, finding Randall still in the control room.

“Well that’s a bit of good news, but, just where are we going to be coming out of hyper at?” She asked Randall returning his smile. “Where ever it be we’re going to have to set down for repairs. T-9 and myself have done all we can from inside, but it looks like most of the damage is external.”

Lyra. The might of the Sith Lord Marr Silvertongue has fallen. Debris littered the area around the planet, and within it floated a small shuttle that disengaged from hyperdrive not long ago. Jakar swore that he would make that maniacal witch pay for what she had done. He piloted the shuttle towards the remaining fleet.

"I am Jakar Rokal, I have come to speak to your leader," Jakar responded.

Nearly a week to slip through the passages into the coreworlds. Most normal people couldn't sense the Force, and the few checkpoints that did could easily be fooled. Getting through the front lines was inevitably more difficult than sneaking onto the metropolis planetoid which sat his first prize. The Metellos Trade route was one too large to be truely defended, as a trader he simply slipped through customs delivering technical parts to the local shopkeeps. As the small cargo freighter slipped through the sky, he spied the jedi temple, padding his packaging filled to the brim with the means of infiltrating the supposed "center of the known universe".

Within two days, the process would come to fruition, as the Dark lord started investigating the nearby city power generators, looking for a potential flaw in the basic building blocks of all technology.

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Ritt paced around the briefing room, unsure about this attack. Benjeel was a bottleneck point for the sith empire, but he still didn't like the feeling of this new station being built. It seemed off, considering there was already another major defense so close to it, but the tactical stuff was something he rather abhored. His gut told him to stay back, but his heart was itching for a fight, and neither wanted to work together.

"Blenjeel. It's a barren, desolate, sandy wasteland, devoid of normal life, or anything. It serves very little purpose strategically, but it can be an excellent stepping stone for supply routes and forcing the sith into two empires. More importantly, it's remote location has already become a worthwhile testing site for new technology supposedly to be employed within the next year on a wide scale. Shut it down, no new weapons to fight. Easy enough." Tuing reported.

Ritt still couldn't sit still though, for whatever reason.

The comm was quiet for a moment.
"She's not looking for one." The Pilot suddenly said.
Immediately they began opening fire upon the shuttle, registering the impudent sithling as a threat.

(Just so everyone remembers where)

Sonya gave a small, closed eye stare. She hadn't bought much, although she really felt like she should shop for soemthing less... common. The sith acolyte uniform wasn't exactly flattering to her own figure. But in a weapons shop, one cannot do much with it.

"My weapon is the force, stunning beauty, and more brains than this planet put together. Of course, whatever I might lack, that's why they invented plastic explosives."

She jostled a small backpack around to emphasize the point. "There's not much I need. Just a universe or two and enough slaves to keep me entertained. Not much, mutt."