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Shaking his head, the braids of his hair rattling against the others, the Warrior Master spoke."Perhaps what I said had no meaning other than to speak my mind, but that death would be much more preferable than one spent in the weakest of ones deathbed."
He stood and stretched, popping his large muscles and rolling his shoulders."I like the girl, she has much potential in her, and I believe she could become a superb Watchmen one day. If she shows patience and skill with the force as well as mastering the strength of arms I teach, she could become an even better Healer upon our battlefields. Only time will tell, but what news of the field?"

A shadowy figure, holding a wicked long-stemmed blade strolled down the dark corridor towards the Council Chambers. His mask of white with two two streaks over the eyes made the appearance of weeping blood, a large figure towered over him in a full cloak. As he approached an ornate door, a guard wielding a saber-staff and clothed in ceremonial armor held the door open and the two entered, the door closed behind.
High Priest Darth Eldritch approached the throne from behind, moving to the left side and giving a nod as the Dark Lord noticed his entrance. The Dark Lord then looked about the room and noted that everyone was in attendance and his voice rang throughout the court."This court is now in session, I will have silence."

Roon. Capital of the sith war machine, but not the true home which they would hail to. It held plenty of buildings and sith aplenty, but in the lowest bowels of a particular building, the maniacal laugher echoed. It was not the deep throaty boom which one would normally expect from an evil that was so unorthodox that the rest of the "evils" deemed unstable. But that was the problem that had lead to Darth Nakara's current plan of attack. He would infiltrate the ever so famous council of sith lords, of which only recently he was outvoted in favor of Karah Tos. The other Sith feared Nakara, not in the sense of his power, but his instability. The weaker sith feared his random outbursts, the stronger (if possible) viewed him as lower than scum for his over-machiavellian attitude and clownish pranks he constantly pulled, such as the one he was performing right now.

A shi'ido is a unique creature, able to skinshift into nearly any living being. Unlike their clawdite rivals, the shi'ido can not only change into animals that have different structures, but also have the unique ability to skinshift clothing. Nakara had been one to use this talent to the furthest degree. If he had been more serious, he would have made the perfect assassin, but his attitude had always been one of a bored actor looking for the grandest way to boast his achievements, a fatal flaw when it comes to being "sneaky".

The skin rippled as the blackened armor molded into itself into the familiar battle armor of Karah Tos. Nakara knew that if Karah did attend the meeting, his cover would be blown. But that mattered little, as Nakara knew that the Kaleesh would probably foster more hatred for the council who thought they could control him, especially if they couldn't tell the difference between the real "god of war" and a clever deciever. A touch here and there altered his force signature to that of the Kaleesh.

"Now the act begins, the lights on stage dimmed low, so that the actors can go on stage unnoticed," he muttered, giving one final trademark laugh that echoed madness throughout the Council's main building.

Approaching the ornate door that led to the chambers within, the guard opened, and let the trickster in. Very soon, the High priest Darth Eldritch walked in. A fool of fools who practiced his magic indiscriminately and with such zealotry, Nakara had always wished he had known where the lab was just to switch some chemicals around for fun. But with the coming of the weak right hand, that meant the fun would start soon. It took every ounce of strength to hide the smile creeping on Nakara's face, but he had more discipline than madness right now, and he would need all of it.

Outside the temple, Saria was dancing. It was more of an aerobic excercise for her. She wanted to get some fresh air after spending most of the day inside the temple and to be a little active after having done little more than walk from one room to another just to sit down again and help heal a few padawans and younglings that have hurt themselves during a training session or so.

After a few minutes of constant movement, she sat down and gazed up into the sky for a brief moment, wondering about the vastness of space. She then leaned back and closed her eyes, relaxing for a minute. After a few moments of silence, she threw out an arm and caught a ball that was heading right for her with the Force, the ball itself hovering in the air inches from her hand. Opening her eyes, she turned to see a pair of younglings in the distance. They were playing with the ball and it had gotten away from them. A quick burst of the Force sent it back towards them, and they went off for some more open ground to play in.

Closing her eyes again, Saria went back to a semi-meditative relaxation. She reached over towards the small table beside the chair and grabbed the glass of water she had put there when she 1st came outside before she started dancing. She finished off what remained of the water and put teh glass back down. She hadn't done all that much during the course of the day so far, and she was going to enjoy it as much as she could. There was never any telling if suddenly she'd be needed to help tend to several different needs, and never wanted to be too tired to lend a hand.

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Hearing the maniacal laughter that was echoing around, Siren assumed some other Sith was either beating the crap out of another, or someone was pulling some kind of prank. To her, it didn't matter. She was doing one of her own, and that's what needed her attention. A Sith in training was making out with her in an out of view section of a hallway where nobody else was around. He had stripper her of her top and skirt, leaving her in her underwear, and was slowly continuing his conquest of exposing her. That soon backfired. Having given into the passion of the moment, his mind became vulnerable and Siren struck. Suddenly he had the strong urge to join her in a state of severe undress, and did so, and went further down that path than she was at, beating her to completion.

" Go for a walk or something and cool off a bit. It's a little too... hot... here at the moment. " Siren said in a seductive tone, the Force aiding the influence of her words into the man's head. He was suddenly walking down the hall naked, unaware of what he'd just been tricked into doing, while Siren quickly dressed herself again and raided his clothing for credits and any items of value, before vanishing from the area. " Men are so easy... " she said quietly to herself.

Cene hung suspended about a meter from the chamber's ceiling, held aloft by her grappling kit as an angry Jedi-killer lept about and snapped at her from far below.
She was amused, annoyed, and pleasantly surprised all at once.

Pleasant surprise came from the discovery that while Jedi-killers were rumored to be very resistant to lightsabers, they had no apparent immunity to quality Czerka HE Rockets.

Annoyance came from that the surviving brute had ripped apart her brand new Czerka Rocket Launcher which she had two payments left to cover. Fortunately she had managed to get away before it could reach her.

Amusement came from the sight of the creature's inability to jump high enough to reach her.

With two down and only the immature runt of the litter left to deal with, this job was as good as accomplished.
"Thats right. Come on little boy. Come and get me." She said, smiling behind her mask as she slipped a grenade off her belt. The beast snapped below her and swiftly she pulled the pin and cast it down the creature's gullet.

Surprised, the creature swallowed.
Then the grenade went off. ripping the beast's neck apart from the inside and killing it.

With the final beast dropped, it was now safe enough to come down. Cene descended and landed upon the floor, withdrawing her hook from the ceiling and letting the winch wind itself back up. With her Fire Blade, she began the task of harvesting the mandibles of the Jedi-killers, stacking them up near the door for taking to the surface.

This was rather bad news.
Pash was going to miss his ship and be stuck here when Sith Forces eventually show to take the city.
That wold be bad.
And being cornered after leading a band of Sith and troopers on a rooftop chase wasn't good either.

Now with his back to a 15 meter drop and surrounded by three Sith and six Sithtroopers, he needed to find away to get out of this predicament.
He drew some amusement from the sight of the winded Sith and troopers.
It seems they werent exactly used to such a workout. He was barely out of breath. He shifted his spacer's bacg securely strapped to his back as the leader of the opposition addressed him.

"Alright you!" Growled the Duros Sith that started this mess. "You will submit to the law of the Sith! You have nowhere to run to!"

"Should we Stun him, sir?" Asked a trooper.

The Duros grinned darkly. "No. No he must pay for the trouble he has caused us. And he will pay dearly."

Exchanging sinister smiles, the three Sith ignighted their sabers and began to advance upon their target.

Swiftly, Pash drew his custom slugthrower and leveled it in the Sith's direction. Mistaking it for a blaster, the Sith smirked all the more and shifted to defensive stances, expecting to parry what came their way back on the user.
Pash fired. There was no visible blast, no screeching discharge. Just a quiet "Pft" sound three of them in quick succession

The Sith were surprised and slow to react. The first Sith took two bullets in the head and went down, the next managed to block the slug heading for him but screachedin pain and grasped his face when the molten metal of the bullet splattered off the saber blade and onto him. Another bullet found him and dropped him as hesat screaming, silencing him.

The Duros saw his comrades go down and held up his hand to deflect any more projectiles, shock shifting to anger and indignation. This lone transient was annoyingly skilled. But enough was enough.
"Shoot him down!" He ordered his troops as he began backing away. His troops moved up to cover him and raised their guns to fire.

Then one of the dropped Sith Sabers flew to Pash's hand and ignighted its crimson beam.
Pash lunged forward at the surprised troopers and slashed one apart, spun to his left and sliced a man's head from his shoulders, then spun again to bring the blade down on the man behind him. He cast the Saber at a pair of troopers, severing them as it spun like a sawblade, and turned to fire four shots ofhis slugthrower into the visor of the remaining Sith Trooper, shattering his helmet'sfaceplate and putting a few new holes in his head.
The saber returned to Pash's hand as he locked gazes with the dumbfounded Duros.

"You-You're the Assassin! The one who killed Lord Aloth!"

Pash only watched him, not staring or glaring, but passively watching the Sith stammer out his accusation.

"Who sent you?! Lord Daern?! Lady Varz?! Answer me Assassin!"
Pash remained still, his ears catching the sounds of enemy forces nearing him.

"You might as well confess now, assassin." The Duros said, confidence returning as he sense the arrival of allies. "Either to me or to my interrogator droid. Confess your employer and pledge your loyalty to me, and I can put your skills to real use."

Then, Pash cracked a dry smile.
"Saltan valoramosa n telval mord, chumani."
The duro's expression betrayed confusion.
Pash advanced slowly upon the man, holding the crimson saber to his side and still smiling.

"To a Sith, your offer is very tempting. But I've no interest in personal wealth or gain."

The Duros eyes seemed as though they would roll righ out of his head.
"You're a-"

Before he could finish, there was a blinding flash, the duros taking the full brunt of it. He staggered, unable to see anything. He fell back to the Force, trying to seek out his Jedi opponent and lashing out wildly.

Pash easily dodged the blows and called out to the men nearing their position:
"Lord Aloth's Muderer! he's up here men! The Duros has betrayed us-aaaugh!"

The Duros cursed and lashed out more wildly, unable to find Pash. "You shizno b*****d!"

"He's gone mad!" Pash cried out again as he randomly fired a sith trooper's blaster into the air. "Take him down!"

He threw the blaster at the sith, who cut it in two and slashed in Pash's direction. "Face me Jedi!!"

Pash simply jumped off the side of the building, leaving the cursing Duros to deal with the onrushing troopers and sith who for all the world believed him to be the traitor.

Siren walked past a hall with guards at one door that led to the council chamber. As she turned to see when it was within view, she only got to see a figure in the doorway before it closed again. She continued on her way, unaware of what was going on. Then again, she wouldn't care. She wasn't on the council, and if something were to result in them killing each other, it was no concern of hers as long as she wasn't in danger of it. It was a blessing in a sense. She was powerful with the Force, but held no real power among the Sith, being Darth Siren in title only. This meant no other Sith would have reason to come after her. There would be nothing to gain if she was bested by another. However, at the same time, little respect was ever given to her.

She made her way to her room, upon which a Sith clad in assassin garb jumped down from above the door, saber ignited. Turning to face the intruder, she soon found the saber was swung upwards, cutting her top open. " Yeah yeah, I know the drill... " she said, used to being taken in this manner.

This happened every so often. When one lives among the Sith and is considered beautiful by some of them, they tend to try to conquer you in more ways than one. Fortunately, after the deed was done, Siren once again managed to pull a victory of her own, using the Force to help make her attacker remove his mask to help him breathe easier after such an exhausting bout of constant movement.

Now that Siren saw the face of her predator, it wouldn't be long before a little revenge would take place. Thinking he had finally won her over in a mad, passionate round of intimacy, the 'assassin' had no idea the smile on Siren's face was because of the sinister plot she was forming in her mind, rather than the pleasure he was sure he made her feel.

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Saria stretched as she stood up, having decided she rested enough. Heading back inside, she started to think of what to do that needed her attention. She headed towards one of the training rooms, figuring she could be of some use to some practicing padawans or so if they slipped up and got hurt.

Along the way, something moved around in the corner of her eye. Turning to see what it was, she saw a Jedi walking past while reading a datapad. It was the same one she had seen before a few times, always seeming to be focused on something in a datapad.

" The Jedi are weird sometimes. " she said to herself, remembering all the different eccentric styles of various Masters. " This coming from the one that doesn't use a lightsaber... " she chuckled lightly to herself, then continued on her way.

"Meaning of what?" Nakara retorted, voice identitcal to Karah's. "Oh, you mean the face?" With a snap of his fingers, the helmet turned to a head of a kaleesh, one could only assume whom's. It would have been identical, if not for the stupid grin spreading ear to ear on it.

"Not pleased with this either? Ooh, tough crowd," he muttered, noting in particular the sith to his right, the current technological and bio-computer "genius" of the sith council, Lord Cyneticus. Barely half of his body remained intact, much of it replaced with gaping machinery which made him look more like a half completed cyborg, but one would never tell under the dark robes he wore and the glove which covered a robotic hand. If there was anyone which Nakara wished dead on the council, it was this inefficent, idiotic wannabe hacker whose systems were constantly hacked, cracked, and corrupted by the very person whom sat next to him.

"Here I am, being kind enough to take notes and make you look like a good little student in class, and I don't get any love?" Nakara's grin spread further (if such a thing could be imagined) as he slowly reformed his original cloaked self, leaving nothign but eyes and teeth.