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Viz burst in quickly followed by Xel. Each fired a burst at two completely stunned guards and connected. The suppressed carbines doing their work as the slugs penetrated the armor meant to defend against blaster bolts. Jen and Soap quickly followed and looked for more signs of life within the hangar. finding no other guards Xel gave his team their orders. "Viz. You and I will go plant a few explosive in the hanger. I'll take the north and you take south. Jen, see if you can't find a terminal and get inside the bases network and take the cameras offline. Soap, go with Jen and keep an eye out for anymore guards."

"No problem, sir."

"You got it."

"Yes, sir."

The team split up to do their objectives, moving quickly. Xel took studied the northern end of the hanger and did some rough calculations. He placed an explosive on two of the supports and and onto the bottom of a bomber in a cluster making sure to disguise each explosives appearance. He was sure Viz was close to completion as well and hoped that one of Jen's viruses could take care of some of the base defenses. He called his scout before He regrouped with the squad. "Mireen, anything to report yet?"

"Nothing, sir," she replied. "It doesn't appear that anyone's noticed the guards absence yet. It probably helped that we move in right after they switched posts."

"That's what I was counting on," Xel replied. "Keep an eye out."

"I always do," Mireen replied with an unseen smirk.

Xel mad his way back, find Viz had already joined the group. "What took you so long, sir?" The zabrak asked with a grin.

"Figured it would make you feel better if I gave you a head start. Jen, how did you do?" Xel asked as he turned to the Corellian.

"I managed to get a virus into their surveillance system, sir, but I couldn't get any information from here. Must be losing my touch," she replied. "But the camera systems won't give us any trouble at least."

"That's all we need for now. We'll move further in and get some information from a terminal that can access what we need. Soap, take point. And watch those corners," Xel commanded.

"Sir."

Soap carefully led the fireteam towards their next objective, managing to avoid the guards in the passageways of the base, not bad for the youngest member of the fireteam. So far the squad had avoided detection, but Xel knew that fact would change soon enough. He wanted to complete as much as possible before the base was was under alert and actively looking for intruders. Plus it would be easier for two beings to move around then four. Xel stopped the team right here, "Hold it. We need to get this done quicker. Soap and I will go and plant explosives at the shield generators. You two continue to the primary objective. Got it?"

"We'll get there if Viz doesn't start going crazy," the Corellian joked.

"Or if Jen starts running her mouth again," Viz shot back.

"Just don't get careless."

"Yes, sir." the two answered in unison as they left.

Xel and Soap stealthily moved towards the generators. The generator were surprisingly close but the two had to avoid detection as guards seemed more frequent. They had managed to avoid conflict as well detection. The silent duo approached the generator, only to find four guards stationed around it. The two quietly went prone and lined up their shots from the shadows. Two quick and precise bursts from his carbine were all that Xel needed. Soap first shot was true, but his second target almost alerted the base as the second shot hit home. "Cutting it a bit close there, eh Soap?" Xel asked.

"Sorry, sir," said the young soldier.

"Just be quicker next time," the Duros lectured. "Now plant your explosives and let's catch up to the other two." Xel activated his comlink again, "Viz how is everything holding up on your end?"

"We managed to get to the surveillance room and plant some explosives."

"What in the Galaxy are you doing there?"

"We came across it on our way to the objective so we decided to make sure they couldn't find us through the cameras. Still no luck on getting into Elapidae's personal network. This one's paranoid sir, more so than usual."

"Right. Get moving, we'll meet you there."

"Roger that."

Mireen broke in, "Sir, we have patrols outside that appear to be looking for that guard you killed earlier."

"Are they heading towards the tower yet?" The Duros replied.

"Not yet, sir."

"Good stay put for now. Wait till we get the information then thin the herd."

"Affirmative"

Xel looked at the Soap, "Let's double time, soldier."

Calliga nodded in understanding of the praise. "Thanks. As usual, you're fantastic." Calliga got up slowly and stretched, then waved his hand in guesture to summon the Force to his will. Invisible hands pulled the binding leash off the Twi'lek, allowing her to get up from the bed. That task done, Calliga yawned.
".....mwaaa....That was fun, mind you-but now I'm tired. Why don't we all take a rest, hmmm? Then maybe I can properly present you with those two prisoners I brought for you to enjoy; I'm curious to see what punishments you have in mind..."
Calliga stated with a wave of his hand. Finished, he walked over and sat down on the bed, near the rising twi'lek.
Falling back onto the trough of pillows and sheets, He looked up at the blue-skinned aide.
"So...you got a nice show. Did you enjoy that?" He questioned causally, tired to the point of gentle apathy.

Karah Tos allowed himself a few minutes to reflect upon the events of the past couple of weeks. Ever since he stalked out of the Council chambers on Roon he had been preparing for war. Assembling available forces from his planets in the Mayagil, Sluis, and Seswenna sectors he had set out against the neighboring Sith Lord, Darth Maleth. One of the Lords on the Council he had been responsible for much of the loss of territory on Darth Oderus' once great section of the Empire. If Karah Tos had not put the old fool out of his misery when he did surely more of the territories would have been lost. It was only a few days ago that the assault of Maleth's capital, Talofan, and it was clear that Karah Tos' troops were superior in almost every capacity. He was proud of what his war machine had produced. The sound of a throat clearing broke him from his thoughts. Standing before him in the Maleth's throne room was Darth Maleth himself. A tall human with a pale complexion and aquiline features and long dark hair, Maleth had the look of a man who was not used to being disrespected.

“Good your listening. Now as I was saying, I admire your efforts at taking my planet but they will ultimately be in vain for you shall die here today in my throne room...” Darth Maleth exclaimed. Karah Tos strode forward towards the prattling Sith Lord and ignited his lightsaber.

“You know you talk too much Maleth,” he said as he brought down the lightsaber at his opponents head only to have it blocked by the newly ignited blade of the Dark Lord. Bringing the blade back Karah struck again with a blow aimed at his opponents mid-section and again it was blocked by Maleth. Karah Tos kept on with the relentless assault against his foe for a while longer without tiring and Maleth soon realized the trouble he was in, he was tiring out while his opponent showed no signs of stopping. He cursed himself for the moment of vanity where he sent his guards out of the room and now he was stuck facing a losing battle against a physically superior foe. Thinking only of escaping and alerting his guards now Maleth let his defenses slip for a moment. It was all Karah Tos needed, bringing his lightsaber down across Darth Maleth's chest cleaving the former dark lord in two. The sound of footsteps could be heard on the stairs leading up to the throne room. Turning to face the noise Karah Tos faced a larger number of his troops..

“Uh, sir. The planet has been taken,” said the puzzled commander.

“Go inform the rest of Maleth's territory that their planets now belong to me. I'm going back to my ship. Oh and one more thing,” Karah said turning and decapitating Maleth's corpse. “Go and have this skull cleaned and polished. I want to add it to my collection,” he said throwing the head to one of the soldiers before striding out. That was one down nine to go...

Images of toppled book shelves and burning building filled Melissa’s head as she was assaulted by the unstable emotions emanating from younger jedi. The wookiee growl dragging her mind back into focus on the here and now. Taking a deep breath she exhaled slowly.
“No need,” Melissa shook her head once. “Others will see to that.” She replied, turning to look up at the wookiee once more. “You do huh,” she smiled, taking her data pad out of her pocket. “I just got a buzz from my boss, tellin’ me to come down to the docks and help with the repairs on this,” Bringing up the info she handed the wookiee the pad with a familiar looking ship resting on some kind of heavy lift ground transport. “I was just headin’ off thata way,” she nodded her head down the street. “When I bumped into you.” She said as she turned to leave. “Wanna come along?” she asked.

" It makes me eager for the next time should you wish my company, Master. " the twi'lek said, smiling. Siren joined them on the bed, giving a light massage on Calliga's shoulders to help him relax before laying down beside him. After they all rested for a while, she would deal with the prisoners and return to her normal routines, perhaps helping him train if nothing major required her attention.

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A blast of lightning shot into a blade that was laying on a table. There was a brief pause, then a hand grabbed the hilt and brought the sword up, to be examined close up. Nemesis looked up and down the blade, frowned, and threw it back on the table, giving it another blast of lightning. There was another brief pause, followed by another blast of lightning. Grabbing the sword to examine it again, Nemesis still wasn't satisfied. " JUNK! " she yelled, throwing the sword aside.

The blade was lodged into the floor of Nemesis's shack, which was nothing more than dirt. She went for her greatsaber hilt and ignited it, then after a flurry of quick strikes, sliced the sword into several chunks of scrap. Using the Force to reclaim the pieces and hold them in place in midair, she then sent into them a very concentrated blast of lightning, enough to cause them to heat up to the point that they melted down.

Once nothing more than liquid metal floating in the air, Nemesis used the Force to mold it into the shape of a pot. Once it cooled enough to harden in that shape, she tossed it into a corner of her shack where it landed onto a pile of random objects, all failed experiments. She sat down on her makeshift bed to rest. Such experiments demanded a lot of energy.

You Will Never Be A Man

“Hay, it’s no problem,” she replied to the wookiee. “It was only a part time job to fill my dead time on this rock ‘till somethin’ better came along.” She said, giving the wookiee a lop-sided grin. “And it looks like somethin’ better-“she stopped as the wookiee rumbled a warning growl. The grin faded from Melissa’s face as she turned to look at the sorry young man as once more he approached the two.

“Gorram-it! You touched in the head boy!” she snapped at him. “The ship ain’t mine, it’s hers! And what right do you have listin’ in on others conversation?” she demanded as the wookiee snarled and braked at him. “I’ve of a mind to agree with her, EARN your way off this rock instead of drownin’ in your own misery.” Her words echoing the wookiee’s. Pausing she looked back up as the wookiee barked another question. The evil grim was back on her face as her head swiveled like a turret back at the man, her cold eyes like weapons barrels pointing at him.

“That would solve our problems now wouldn’t it.” She replied to the wookiee.

“Coruscant! What power in the ‘verse make you think we’re headed to that frackin’ rock!” She spat out venomously. “Now I suggest that you git, before you find yourself on the drift with no atom!” turning she stalked out of the library, making her way down the street to the docks.
“You commin’.” She called to the snarling wookiee over her shoulder as she walked away from the library.