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Zell hit the side of his chair"Damn!"He swore loudly, not knowing that he had missed so much by retreiving his old ship. He looked over at Graan, who had just finished repairing some parts and said"SOrry for the wait Zell, but the ship is fully operational."Zell was about to yell at him, but held himself back, only noticing a Kel dor outside his ship.

"I'm sure that the academy would be proud that you remember their lessons. That is the philosophy of the sith. However, the way of the sith can be summarized by a single word. Betrayal. The sith betrayed Emperor Fel. A Sith Lord gives promises to his apprentice which he will never keep. An apprentice will wait for the oppertune time to betray his master, and succeed him. If an apprentice proves unworthy, his master will betray him to his death. Nothing is more core to the sith, even in this age, than betrayal." HM said.

The shuttle lifted off, exiting the atmosphere quickly enough. "You claim the title Darth. We shall see how well you fit the title when Ferno gives it to you himself."

((not very airtight shuttle, is it?))

"You seem cold. The master seems to have that effect on all organics. You will get used to it." HM stated, as the shuttle jumped to hyperspace.

It is a short jump from Coruscant to Blackmoon, and just as Ferno had predicted. Much to his expectations, Veers was in orbit, as the shuttle began its descent downwards.

The Twilight Ranger hurtled through the swarm of enemy craft. ICIS was once more supernaturally accurate, accounting for well more than her share of enemy vessels. She even went as far as to save several of Seagull squadron on multiple occasions.

Archaras, however, was having much more difficulty. The Ranger was a big target, and the ship rocked almost incessantly from the bombardment the Criminal squadrons were unleashing. However, he managed to avoid the worst of it, piloting his Corellian Transport expertly, making it pirouette and dance, able to keep up with the much more nimble star fighters. Suddenly, the way was parted, and the ever looming figure of the Cruiser began to fill his Cockpit. Then her guns opened up, her Turbolasers hurling a mass of Emerald Spears at the incoming ships.

Archaras dropped the nose of the Ranger, and a blast hit her in her fully shielded middle, as opposed to the now recharging nose. Then he darted in front of Seagull 9, saving it, as it had already taken a number of hits. The ship rocked, but already a Red Square was descending around the Capital Ship, especially around her Mid-area hangar, there was beeping, but it was covered by the sounds of the battle.

The Echani continued maneuvering, however he kept the hangar in the center of his screen, so it appeared as though he was dodging on a tether. "Come on Kriff it!" The officer shouted. The Targeting System was seeming to take forever and a bit to complete its lock.

Then suddenly, the box closed, and a flat tone, however filled his ears, like some kind of Celestial Chorus, and Archaras grinned, saying "Say hello Mr. Lynch."

His thumb stabbed the thumb trigger, and a Concussion Missile shot from the Twilight Ranger's underbelly, then a second. Eight of them were fired as fast as the launcher could cycle them. Seagull Squadron began firing their Warheads as well. They slammed into the shield, and the energy field began to buckle. Then the Seagull's ordinance applied itself, and the shields broke.

The Seagull's began blasting the Cruiser with Azure Ion Bolts. The Ranger pulled up, barely avoiding a collision with the Capital Ship, and began a spiraling ascent, ICIS began picking out their turrets and lancing them with precise fire, by the time he turned into his Rogue Loop, most of the turrets surrounding the hangar were naught more but flame and slag.

As he turned over, he opened his comm, saying "Think we need another pass Seagull lead, Your boys gave them a pretty good Ion Wash."

He awaited the Mon Calamari's response as he began maneuvering again...

Gingers heavy battle cruiser closed in closer to Lynchs, her fingers racing about, quickly puttuing down most of his in dual-action. Ginger hadn't expected much from his men. Crime Lords payied anyone who even mentioned they could fly a fighter or anything with an engine, alas, no experience on his part but perhaps a select handful.

Once in range, the Sweet & Spicey opened up its forwards turbolaser cannons, and other armenments, with the echani and his hanndling the shield, the blasts from Gingers ship rocked Lynchs, blackening parts and servely damaging others, it would only be a matter of time now.

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Three shuttle's raced through the battle-torn warspace, Haldir at the seat of one. Luger, Vernos, and a wole mess of Gingers Selects and Ginger herself sitting in wait to land into the other cruiser, and unleash destruction. Luger grapped the comm from the panel and sent a connection to Archaras and the Twilight Ranger."We need ya to get dat shield over the hanger enterence don, we can't land unless you do." He waited for a response.

The shuttle prepared its descent, as it crossed the various levels of the atmosphere. Across to the night side of the planet, Ferno let the night sky disguise the shuttle. As if on que, lights lit up on the landing pad, revealing a full complement of people were already assembled to give a formal military greeting.

The shuttle landed, as the cabin pressurized itself to the outer atmosphere, and the ramp opened. First, Ferno led his own path out, never being one to let his men do the job he never would. HM quickly followed pace, as the leader of the facility, the newly appointed captain of the guard, greeted them.

"Mi'lord. the improvements come along slowly, but we ahve made progress in the first stages of the new battlewarriors. They will provide the necessary support to keep any insurgencies at bay. At the moment, there are only five, and they lack any residual brain capacity, but we are hoping to create the parasites with a stronger mental link and create symbiosis soon enough."

HM quickly looked at the apprentice, noting his appearance. "We shall see how adept they are at what they do. A sith apprentice needs training, a squad needs field testing a perfect way to see which is better..."

Kalnar and Gunther then exited the old Lambda-class shuttle, with their lightsaber hilts in hand. "We must also find the detention block in which Freya is being held," the Jedi Master calmly declared.

Elesewhere on the ship, Freya merely smiled, as alarms blared.

"What the kark is going on here?" bellowed a burly Klaatoonian.

The large, seedy human with them glared at Freya, and then the Klaatoonian. "I"ll handle the interrogation here! You go see what the kark is going on here!" He then glared at Freya. "As for you, I hope your little friends ain't getting any ideas of boarding us,"

"Oh, they so totally will," Freya smirked at the man.

"LIttle b***h," the man growled. "Lucky for you, the boss gots plans for you! Otherwise, I'd grab me a li'l piece o' action, if ya get my drift,"

"Oh, really?" Freya asked. "And, what might that totally be? I bet it's something mega-shady and skanky, as someone like your 'boss' might enjoy. Are you, like, totally sure he didn't send you to sample the goods?"
She queried, hoping he'd take the bait.

The man then had a menacing sneer in his expression. "Well, then, ah don't mind if ah do," he said, unfastening his pants.

You mega-dumbass! You fell for it! Freya thought, driving her knee into the man's stomach, and reaching for a small canister slightly larger than her palm in her jacket. She then brought it to the man's eye level, and depressed a small button, discharging an irritating gas.

"MY EYES!" the man cried out, covering his stinging eyes as though the were on fire. "KARK ME IN DA ARSE!"

Freya then drove her boot into the man's groin with all she had, as a sharp spike of pain traveled from the nerves there. She then executed a kick to the man's kneecap, and drove her fist into the man's throat. "Mega-wimp!" she taunted the man, whom was now doubled over on the floor, trying merely to breathe, and in severe pain. She then reached down, and confiscated the man's blaster.

"Like, say good-bye, dude," Freya said to the man, before depressing the trigger.

Jaden, completley confused, stood there in silence, being shunned as usual he just weaited for the deadfuly boring conversation to end. He was tired of the tests they were giving him, and by the looks of it he was going to begiven another one to prove and embaress how weak he was, but enough of the negative, he would do it with bravery and speed.