Welcome to Gaia! ::

He turned his head slightly to look at Rei talking to him. He was at risk at getting his neck cut but he shook his head slowly barely getting a gash in his throat.

"You nothing child. If I was so ruthless in battle and stupid as you said. I would have been dead along time ago. I was smart enough to gain respect from the master. Not from just saying "Yes, sir all the time. But from my actions. I am a Sith. If not by title, then by my actions. And another example of smart. Is how I took your hand."

He looked at his master.

"I am not trying to over throw you, yet. I am not nearly as powerful as you. I will tell you. When the time comes I shall continue the sith ritual."

rolleyes "I never said that you were a complete moron, merely that you were stupid in general. Your pride clouds your judgement, and one battle does not make you superior. It was my first REAL lightsaber duel, and now I know enough of your style to destroy you, at least when I get my hand. You may call yourself a Sith, but last time I checked you weren't even a Darth. Your Master still thinks of you as a high powered worm, but an lowly creature nonetheless...."

Drake stood back butting the vibro blades back and picking up his blaster. Drako laughed.

" Hrmm. You are a sith at heart. A cold heart...but none the less. You both need to learn. But this will take time. And if you try and fight when it is doing nothing more then getting your pride....." Drako stopped and saw his own mistake.

" Hrmm....We will continue after we get Rie a new hand. Come.... " Drako walked back to the terminal and finished the transation and went to the turbo lift.

Rolling her eyes at the fact that Ry was still blathering on defensively, she simply tunes him out as she listens intently on the words of her new Master. Obviously the man next to her was a moron, with his only achievements that he was good at fighting and simply was too stupid to understand when it was in his best interest to give up. She knew that it would not be long before she would overtake him, and cut off all his limbs to make him feel the pain he had caused her several times over. Of course then she'd probably have to stick some vibroblades into said wounds....but hey, as the old saying goes no pain no game. twisted Following her new Master obediantly she wonders when she'll get her new hand. If it didn't look like her old hand....well...she'd have to kill Ry in his sleep. stare

He followed behind them with his hands folded over his chest. He was looking back at the battle between himself his master, Drake and Rei. Noticing the different styles in which they fought. He made a mental note of each key points and smiled under his mask. He knew that his master was alittle hopeful of him, but knew he wouldn't tolerate to much more of his little tests. He would let them continue to think he was just doing things to settle his pride. For when the time arise he would strike a deadly blow.

Cale stood on the bridge of the Dark Horse watching as his command crew made preparations to depart. He glanced over to his Operations officer and nodded.
"Ops, what is our status?"
Rain looked at her datapad and then adressed the captain.
"We've rounded up the last of our crew we've taken on full supplies, and we have clearence from Spaceport Control."
Just then, the Dark Horse's Communication officer spoke up.
"Captain? Incomming call from the Auric Runner."
Cale arched an eyebrow. "What do they want?"
"Cambot says he's spotted a Sector Ranger frigate in orbit on his way out. Also he says we're emitting a tracking frequency."
"Ok then." He said. "Switch over to one of our back up trasponder codes, then tell Engineering to sweep the ship for bugs. This isn't the first time someone's tried to tag me." He turned back to Rain. "Ops, Take us up. We have a freighter to intercept."

The Y-head Corvette Yura Succer slid past the Sector Ranger Frigate and made the jump to hyperspace, enroute to reindevous with a YZ-775 and a well stocked merchant ship.

The BARC shot to the guard post, too fast to be tracked by the blaster rifles the thugs were using. Not wanting to cause a fuss, Tal simply dismembered them as he rode by. Now the perimiter was dead, and no one was the wiser about it. The insertion into the mansion itself would be the hard part.

Gunning the Falcon he buzzed the wall. Turrets fired a barrage at the Bike, but it fled out of their operable range, dodging and weaving around the fire. Guards looked over the wall as they fired pot shots from their rifles, despite being hopelessly out of range. None of them looked over the wall, to see the Echani clinging to it, camoleoline wrapped. The MG gloves made such things possible. They were covered in microscopic hairs, that gripped the wall on a molecular level, the same way a Salamander hangs from a tree by a toe.

Waiting several minutes for the hubbub to die down, the Blade began climbing, incredibly slow, so as not to trip any motion sensors. Then a problem became apparent. A mercenary had decided the point immidiately above Tal was a convenient spot to stand watch. It took 10 minutes for the Vrelt to turn around, at which point Seraphim hurled himself over the wall, snapping the stupid kriff's neck as he flew. Before anyone knew they were already painted. Modified Throwing Razors opened all of the guards windpipes directly to the wind, before returning to their owners hand.

Descending to the entrance, he hung above the door. After three more minutes a group of armed guards hurtled out, obviously wondering why no one on the wall was responding. Tal slipped in as the last one ran out.

" You sound just like Neb when you get all... wisdomy... like that. Heck, I'd say you almost sound like him even. " Angel said, trying to play on Labrynth's emotions. " In fact, I think that 'I hate Neb' routine you put on is really a cover. Admit it, you admire him. He was the best you had and you you had a bond with him more than mere master and apprentice, but rather saw him as more of a favored son. "