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Rekan brought up his lightsaber with a dramatic snap-hiss of the blade so blue it rivaled the ocean. I'm ready, master.

Rekan dodge the blasts swiftly. He didn't use his lightsaber because he felt it would be inefficient movement, and disrupt flow, so once his dodged the bolts he was in a state of rest and ease, and he returned to a standing position for the next inevitable shots.

Surprised that the blaster test was already over he went to a defensive stance. "Ready, master."

Steffan woke up suddenly in the night and had his new blaster pistol out and aimed at the head of the hitman that was about to try and knock him out. With a few quick movements Steffan drove his leg into the guys knee cap sending him to the floor and shot his right shoulder off as he fell. "Who do you work for then?" He asked with his gun barrel pressed against the mans temple. They were very close to the floor behind the bed just incase there were any others.
"Plietin and his gang." The man said quickly trying to writh out of the sight of the barrel.
Steffan drove the gun into the mans head hard, knocking him out immediately. He holstered his blaster in the shoulder holster he always kept on and picked up his Tenloss disruptor and slipped his Vibrostave into a small hoop on his belt (It is a little known fact that Stefan always sleeps with his trousers and shoulder holster on just incase.). He exited his room and when he got into the small living room/dining room/kitchen he quickly turned the lights on while closing his eyes before flicking them off again, that should have practically blinded any attackers and as he heard a movement he shot 2 bolts, hitting their mark perfectly. Steffan dived behind his sofa to hit another hitman who got the worst of the rapidly appearing blade of the Vibrostave. There was one last man in there who let off 10 shots, ripping the sofa and the dead man to pieces of burnt ash and he soon found a Disruptor shot from a few feet was very painful. The man fell into a small pile of some strange gooey substance straight away, a special feature of Steffans rifle even though it would normally just make them completly disappear.

"Attempting to play on my emotions. Sad really, for people wanting to be Jedi. But some secrets are meant to be kept. Such as why the urchin is hated in my eyes. Tell me, remember when you believed the Jedi killed your family? That was a lie. My experience with them, however, is much less of one."

Labrynth did not falter for an instant, though he heard blasterbolts echo from his past.

"When you pass your trial of the heart, you may be allowed to hear my story. But until then, you have not the constitution to understand the motivation of my detestation."

He turned took look at Drake and he bowed once more to his master and got of on the floor to the training area. He once again got his mind set for the pain that was sure to come.

"So whats for today Drake?"

It was a textbook raid as Cale defined it. He had moved fast, struck hard, and taken the prize with minimal damage. Upon broadcasting his Code Black Hole, the Action IV he had been gunning for and her two escort Z-95's had cut power to the shields and engines in surrender, completely unprepared for someone to snatch them on what was supposedly a hidden Hyperspace route. Plus they had a very valuable cargo: Non Fabbed Greel wood.
Following his standards of victim treatment, The Pirate decided to let the traders keep their ships and instead filled the Dark Horse's hold with booty.
But in the midst of the cargo transfer, Cale's luck shifted. Badly.
Standing upon the bridge of the Dark Horse, Cale sensed his luck had gone sour.
"Ops, tell the boarding team to get their asses going. Have them load up what they got and disconnect from the transport. Raise shields and power up guns." He commanded. "Nav, get us some escape coordinates. Comn, tell the Auric Runner to prepare for a Charlie Foxtrot scenario." The Pirate's eyes watched the void of space uneasily.
Rain frowned and gave the orders, then turned to Cale uncertainly. "Something wrong Captain?"
A Sector Ranger Nebulon B dropped out of hyperspace two klicks away, shields up and guns primed. The Same one infact, from Ord Mantell. It started launching its starfighters as it hailed the Dark Horse.
"Attention Pirate Vessel, This is the S.R.F. Pearl. You are under arrest. Power down your weapons, shields, and engines or we will take your ships by force."
Cale gave his Second in command a look as curses were used liberaly across the bridge.
"Ops, Launch starfighters. The second our men our off that transport, I want us flying far and fast. Comn, open channel to the Pearl."
The comn officer flipped some switches and nodded."Go ahead sir."
Cale pressed a button on his captain's chair and addressed the Frigate."Pearl, this is Captain Cale Darksun. I have to congratulate you on somehow trailing me out here. But Damnation seize my soul if I allow myself to be captured this day. You better run while you can before you're eating vacum."
There was a slight pause before the Pearl responded again.
"Sorry Darksun, but were not leaving until you're locked down in our brig. Either give yourself up or we turn your ship into a derelict."
Cale looked to Rain who gave him a thumbs up. Now smiling, Cale responded to the Pearl. "Your Call. Don't say I didn't give you fair warning." He switched of the comn and barked an order. "Ion Batteries! Open Fire! All ships engage!"

" Neither of us ever mentioned my past to you. How would you have known about my thinking the Jedi were to blame? Next thing you'll be telling me is that you know where Damon is. " Angel said, then her expression seemed to be colder. " And trial of the heart? I'm not the one who needs who needs it. You do. " She started swinging, each time with more force as she started to mildly yell at the old man. " I once had nothing but the desire for revenge, but then I found a strange peace with the former Dark Lord of the Sith. As time passed I found that peace to be the love I had for him. When I finally came to him about it, he returned it kind and my feelings for him have only grown since. It was because of that compassion that drove me to become stronger, so that I'd be able to always be with him. As well, I've had to face sorrow at the thought of losing him and seeing him in horrible shape, and rage against his assailant. You on the other hand, talk of nothing but annoyance and resentment for a former pupil. WHO ARE YOU TO TALK TO ME ABOUT HEART!? "