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Standing on the bridge of the Ashla, clad in his combat armor, Lord Stryder looked a tad out of place to be in charge of a major Naval operation.
Inspiring troops, however, often required a bit of Theatre, and an imposing sight such as an Armor clad Jedi Lord often stirred confidence in the men.

Stryder's grey eyes stared into the void outside of the bridge focused upon the calculated entrypoint of the Sith. The sith would emerge at any moment. And he was as ready as he could be.

His orders had been given out and the Tett Home Fleet were arranged around him in a Web formation, spiraling out from the centerpoint dominated by the Ashla like a spider's web. 750 Combat ships- Corvettes, frigates, gunships, destroyers, battleships, carriers and even a few dreadnaughts- all arranged in a massive net to ensnare the enemy fleet. Between the "strands", Space superiority fighters and interceptors formed up, waiting to escort bombing runs or chase off enemy fighters.

Stryder's eyes lit up breifly and his hand swept out, preparing to issue an order.
The crew tensed, anticipation rising.

Then the enemy emerged from hyperspace, a cloud of dark hulled battle cruisers and Man-o-wars dropping into the system with rapidly expanding numbers.

Not one of them seemed to bear any scars from his minefields and he mentally cursed buying the useless devices from the lowest bidder.
He'd sort that out later. He had to focus on the now.

His hand slashed down towards the deck, the signal the fleet was waiting for.
Across the armada the order sounded: "Open Fire!"

The Tett fleet unlimbered at once, catching the Sith while they were still dropping out and charring hulls before the invaders managed to get their shields up.

Turbolasers, blasters, Ion Cannons and missles were all shoved down the enemy's throat as they continued to pour out of hyperspace. The edges of the Web began to creep forward while fireing salvo after salvo at the Sith, slowly closing the net.

The Battle was on.

His sisters boyfriend started to get louder. Deakin's patience were running thin. The man wasn't even Mandalorian. Some rookiee bounty hunter looking for adventure. The other men began to look and laugh. He was staring at him. It was a look that turned Mustafar into Hoth. He was yelling at the wrong woman, in front of a wrong man.

Deakin began to walk towards them slowly. The crowd around became quiet with whispers of his name. He was only well-known for driving out unwanted visitors either in a subtle tone, or with a weapon. The scum watched him approach.

You've got a good one minute to leave. Not a second more. Otherwise..

He held out his finger to the battle circle.

Its deathblow. Am I clear?

The fool laughed and shook his head. He didn't seem to know about the culture. After a few seconds, he and the others stared. Deakin crossed his arms, raised an eyebrow and sighed. The message was understood when it became awkwardly quiet. Slowly, he backed away and walked to his ship, stumbling at the ramp. The others laughed while Deakin approached his sister.

Always some washed up loser. Look around. Tons of men who won't dare set a finger, or yell at you. Head home, and wait there.

Deakin's entire family lived close by. His sister was alone with his aunt and uncle. He looked around at his friends and pulled them to huddle up.

In a little bit, we're gonna horse around. Gotta visit the folks. I'll bring back the wine.

He patted their backs and started to walk towards his sister.

The result was close to mind blowing-in his past two experiences with siren, Calliga had learned only of basic, traditional matters to the acheivement of pleasure from Siren: now, as he learned in between bursts of paralyzing ectasy, that was wrong. Siren's "kiss" was a very sharp reminder that he was still a novice: in the past two sessions-siren and her twi'lek-he'd become more confindant, coming up with his own tactics but ultimately not getting as creative as siren was now; and the experience once again put Calliga in the place of the learner, the lesser of the pair; Siren being more domiant by means of her actions on him.
The more she gave, the more he wanted: the pleasure and feelings generated by the act were exponentially greater than before.
Urging Siren to be even more passionate several times, the Mirialian sith became helpless before his supposed slave, and didn't really care. In a sharp contrast, the moans from that encounter came not from Siren, but rather from him as she demonstrated the world of the senses anew.
Siren's "kissing" lasted for a while, and when she finally finished on him, Calliga lingered in the chair a moment longer, the stimulation having driven him to grip the chair quite hard.
panting slightly from the rush, he looked down at her.
".....t-that....Where did you....I...."
Calliga managed control the pleasure still shooting through him, and locked eyes with his "slave", desire dripping from his words.
"That was....Excellent; A...Excellent idea, Slave. Allow me to return the favor..."
He said with a equally suggestive tone as to Siren's seductive one as he got up slowly out of the chair, and looked at Siren for a moment, curious to hear her reply-and it gave him time to finish planning his reciprocation. Warm-ups and openings were done-now it was time to make her moan...

((Sorry Cale))


It had taken all of Koren's efforts and most of his skill to successfully skulk around the Sith Academy. The Sith had an uncanny ability for always noticing his movements, which resulted in him having to hide for a substantial amount of time. He thanked Mandalore for his people's natural resistance to Force powers, otherwise he would be alot more... dead.

He had planted his six "baby bombs" around the perimeter, but he did have one left. His "baby bombs" were designed to detonate with the loudest and most flashiest explosion he could rig up. The beautiful part about the bombs, thought, was that they would only cause up to second degree burns and minor shockwaves with just barely enough explosive power to tear through a few walls, causing no true structural damage.

Koren blinked after staring at his last bomb for a moment. It was then that a hilarious, yet satirical realization hit him.

If it wasn't for my love of bombs, I might actually have a wife and family by now. Hahaha!

Koren passed through another open doorway and was there. His last bombing destination. It was as close to the dead center of the buildin as he dared to go. If he wasn't quick about it, someone was bound to walk in on him.

Immediately with this thought, he began scoping the room for an acceptable hiding spot for his "baby" and he found one shortly after. It was a small airduct in the upper portion of the wall. He ripped it open as quietly as he could and placed, taped, and armed his bomb. As soon as it was over, he closed the vent and pulled out his carbine. Now he could make his escape and he didn't have to be quite about it.

He quickly ran out of the room into one of the main hallways. Once he was at least twenty feet down the hall, away from the bomb, he flipped a panel open on his gauntlet and hit the top to bottom button with one second intervals between each. He was out of detonation range so he didn't have to worr--

BOOM!

"You better have something real good, outsider. We don't normally let anyone just set up shop here," one of Kusp's men snarled at Nakara. The Ancient yellow Neo-Crusader armor hid his body well, though the shi'ido had definately taken quite the fondness over many a year of study in his own personal.... social studies. It was an outdated armor, in his opinion. In this instance, it would be another 1000 years before anyone even had the idea of the deathwatch in their head, but Nakara only wondered why it hadn't already happened.

"Oh? Should we just leave? I do recall that you boys were pretty decent warriors, but I've noticed that you once fought the jedi and lost pretty bad. The sith control almost half the galaxy, and they've upgraded vastly since then, keeping toe-to-toe with the Jedi every step of the way. The Iskalloni have been rumored to be ever more prevalent, even fiercer warriors than you have been, though they're only recently on the scene," Nubyl snapped back.

"My dear," Nakara interjected. "Please don't upset them. They graciously let us into their... outpost? Is that the right term?"

"Get to the point, borglover!" the yellow mandelorian shouted. Ung shot him a glance and returned to a semi-bored state.

"Very well, I present unto thee, a bit of a show," Nakara said, dimming the lights. "The first design I have is the buglock, a wonderful little droid device that will open any low level lock on any cruiser or any base within 80,000 lightyears in less than 10 seconds. Best part is that you don't even need to do the slicing at all! Just toss it at the wall, and it will automatically search for the hardline, and hack on its own. You don't have to let your guard down, or risk losing that brainiac in your squad!"

With that, he pulled a small, quarter-sized disk from his pocket. Looking at a locker to the left, he tossed the little bug onto the cashe, and it automatically sprung four legs and headed for the keypad. In less than a second, the door swung open, guns crashing to the ground.

"It does up two twenty digit codes with relative ease. Should you find yourself with a bit of a more... advanced scenario, I give to thee, the bigger cousin, the octolock! It garuntees that if it can't open the door through slicing, it has a built in torch that will cut through up to a three inch- durasteel bulkhead, with enough fuel to make a door for even your bulkiest muscleheads to get through, no offense."

Ung had lifted his head, slightly amused with the effeciency of the droids. Nakara, however, still wondered where the artifact was. He knew it was in this room, the main hall, probably somewhere around Kusp, but he had no time to go searching. However...

"And shoudl you find yourself desiring a bit more of a barbaric form of entry, I have something you too might find interesting," he said, holding up a ring. "This ring contains small, flattened disks, like so, that when pumped up with tibanna gas stored somewhere in the armor, can be inflated and dropped along the path. What good does this do? The disks are inert droids, ones which can be programed to home in on a signal, and follow it. Once all the droids roll to their destination, they explode. A nasty little surprize for those of you who hate trying to find places to hide bombs, instead of going for big, why not go for a lot? Just place a transmitter on the four corners of a door, or perhaps underneath the terminal, where larger explosives do not fit and other tools are too cumbersome? Just activate the drones, they'll seek it out and bam! you have little to worry about."

These were nothing but poodoo for Nakara, no way he was willing to let the best stuff go, not without securing a contract first. The Iskalloni were the onlly ones currently helping him out, anyway.

"AGH!" Ung shouted, jumping from his chair. "I aught to smash it!"

"Oh, please dont'. That's my little spynat!" Nakara shouted. "It's great for surveying places with extra tight security. Need to scout out an area? Set these little buggers down a week ahead, and they'll find out passcodes, guard duty rosters, time tables, and anything you need to know. They're all linked to each other, so even if one gets destroyed, the rest will survive to bring you back the information. If you're really into sabotaging the enemy, it even has a nasty little brother, capable of killing a very specific target, great for instilling chaos into the enemy ranks."

Nakara stared at Nubyl, who nodded her head. In reality, his spynats were rather plentiful in number. They were capable of showing everything. A small holoprojector popped up, displaying the entire outpost.

"In fact, you guys never even noticed them. See the live feeds? Infiltrate a sith post without them ever realizing your there. Even the sith don't have foresight this good."

There it was, in the back of this building, in Ung's private room, fit for displaying to those who needed disciplining. Nakara couldn't stop now, but later, he'd nab it.

"Moving on, I've got a wonderful little device which not only perks up your lovelife, but can disrupt any jedi's nasty force powers for a short time..."

~~~~~

Kawaii himself couldn't believe his eyes. The damn academy had exploded. As if the sith needed any other excuse to hate this planet.

"Probably that damn clown thought it'd be funny to blow up something like this. Lemme guess, the punchline is 'oh sith'? Suck me you wanton spicer!" He heard. It was an umbaran woman, who draped herself in a shadowcloak. Stupid sith apprentice, her ego stank a foul stench, and she wasn't even talking about herself yet.

"There's a dead apprentice if I ever saw one," he said, as he began to head for Az'zip's palace. He didn't think he was in hearing range, but without his master around, he didn't feel like he needed to really be polite.

"Excuse me?" Sonya snapped, hearing the comment. "You say something, fuzzball?" she demanded. While her lead on Nakara had just blown itself to smoke, she wasn't about to seriously take crap from a little stuffed rabbit that talked... no matter how cute it was.

"You can take that snide attitude and shove it so far up your cargo hold no custom agent will ever be able to find it! I am Sonya Kai'zer, elite of the Umbaran race, and you will learn to one day be very afraid of my mere name!"

Siren took Calliga's place in the chair after he got up, quickly making herself comfortable before smiling at him with an expression of submission similar to what the twi'lek did, inviting him to do as he wished. Siren may be the queen of Thule, but right now, she was under Calliga's total control, and hinted at him to take advantage of the moment with subtle movements of her body.