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The sith appretnice glared at the droid, "Ah, if only I wasn't in a place where I could be killed so easily, I would re route your wires until you explode," he said angirly.

((gee thanks, encourage him gonk lol))

He sighed, "Yes, is it at all possible that I may speak with Ferno?," he said. He knew it was pretty much a guarnteed no, but why not try.

He nodded, "Yes, but is there a holocron that I may study and learn the basics of the ancient language of the sith, if I am accepted under his tutalage I would like to spek with him in a tounge he...usally uses," he said. ((yea, im sorry if I went over board, I just have been having a stressful weekend, my aunt's funeral was today and I wasn't in a good mood after it.))

He nodded, "It shall be done then, I shall rest in my ship inside the star destroyer...thank yuo for your time," he reluctently said and bowed slightly and began to walk to his ship, feeling the presence of the sith lord around him as he walked.

((And I am sorry to, I went way out of line, today just hasnt been my day. Let bygones be bygones?))

Angel woke up, unable to tell how long she had been asleep. However, it must not have been long as she still felt very tired, but the so called bed in her cell was barely better than the floor, and very hard to rest on. She starting pacing back and forth, wondering how long she had left alone to think of something before the Sith decided to have their twisted pleasures with her. She paused in her movements for a moment, standing still. She realized what it meant finally. In this captivity she finally realized what her old master was trying to teach her so many years ago. She relied on the Force too much, and now stripped of it as long as the inhibitor stayed on her, she was helpless.

The jump to Coruscant went exactly as planned, as most routine travels often were. Ferno had let himself quit the gaze of stars wizzing by and retired to his unlit room, and began to resume his feast provided by several captives which had been randomly "arrested" earlier. He was needing another replenishment since his fight, which he had fought with a near empty stomach anyway.

When the grey slab of the coruscanti cityscape entered view, Ferno had already been prepared. It was as though he had never moved from his spot. The traitor on board his vessel would be put in view of Maladi and Krayt himself. It was only a matter of time to see who was whom.

Ferno began running scenarios through his mind, each step and possibility accounted for. His charges were to be numerous, and he hoped with a large bet on Krayt being impressed that he would be allowed to live. If not, the trip there would be the shortest visit of all time. In a way, he laughed to himself that he would fulfill his wishes, along with Maladi's, all in one stroke. She had wanted his ship to return to Coruscant. She hadn't expected him to be there personally.

Ferno's shuttle had quickly been prepared, as per clockwork. Veers long since trained these maggots to be worthy of spaceflight, and now he had one of the most efficient crew on this ship. It may prove useful soon enough, as Ferno saw revolution on the horizon. One loyalist had already attempted to attack the empire. More would follow suit, but little concern was put forth.

In the Lower Levels of Coruscant, in a rough bar known as Rik's Cantina, Link Darksun gave a weary sigh and sipped at his Lum.
His ship had been impounded. The gamorreans had apparently been trying to smuggle contraband alchohol onto Coruscant. Link barely had time to grab his equipment, load it up, and bolt before Stormtroopers swept onboard looking for more Illicit booze.
Now he was going to have to wait and bide his time until excitement at the City starship hubs died down.
The duraplast carrying container holding his sword and gaffi sat next to him, kept company by his rucksack containing his other equipment.
He took another sip of his lum and then closed his eyes.
He peaked out from the Blanket of concealment he kept about himself in the force and searched the dark web that encircled the planet, Recon as some might call it.
He sensed the Sith woman he had fought, almost ecclipsed by the power of the sith that dwelt at the temple. From what he could tell, she must still be being treated, as her aura radiated impatience.
He detected something else, a dim light in the darkness of the Sith Temple.
He frowned.
They must have caught a Jedi. he thought as he kept sweeping.
Then he caught something familiar.
And he slipped back under concealment the second he touched upon the presence.
That presence was unmistakable.
It was Ferno.
He was on Coruscant.
Link's eyes snapped open and he cast a wary glance about the room. Departure would be all the more difficult if Ferno knew he was here. Though the Creature was difficult to read, Link hopped that whatever he was focused on kept him from sensing him.
Link, not for the first time, question the movements of the Force.
Something told him that he may yet have buisness on Coruscant...