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Shisstal was still being led through the acadamy by the Sith troopers who had found him. The longer it took for them to get to the check in area, the more Shisstal realized that he liked the acadamy. He hadn't seen what training there was invovled yet, but he could get used to being here. Something about the building was comforting. But he focused back on what was going on. He and the troopers had reached the entrance area. Shisstal saw two beings talking. One was just an ordinary man. But the other was strange. Some sort of cyborg. Both beings were talking about something, but Shisstal couldn't here them. Shisstal kept as calm as he could, waiting for whatever was going to happen next.
One of the troopers stepped forward. "Sorry to interrupt, but we found this kid wandering the halls. He almost entered a restricted area. He says he's new and that he doesn't have a master yet. He also says that he wasn't sure if he checked in or not. Do you think you can check the computer for us to see who he is?" asked the trooper.
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But then both Shisstal and the troopers saw the man use the force to lift and throw the device. "Mabey this is a bad time. We can come back later if you want." the trooper said, backing away slightly.

A sudden Force push knocked the metallic woman out of her chair, a clear message that Pash understood the game now.
Pash's expression shifted little, even when the real Shisstal entered and left.
"I thought you had a bit too much strength in the Force to be a mere Cyborg. Rather suspicious."
Pash drew his knife and held it in a reversed grip, eyeing his opponent for a vulnerable point to strike.
"It also seems suspicious that Nakara would need a new Pupil while he had one already, and a pupil that is well aware of their oncoming replacement.
You must be rather weak to accept your death so willingly."

The troopers had backed away from the man and the cyborg. Shisstal admired the man's use of the force. Both he and the troopers were about to leave to head to another area to wait when Shisstal heard something. He quickly looked back and saw that the man had used a force push to knock the cyborg woman to the floor. "Hey! What's he doing!" Shisstal told the troopers while pointing towards the fight. The troopers turned and saw that the man had pulled out a knife.
"Wait here. We'll take care of this." said the lead trooper. But neither moved. They only raised their blasters.
"Aren't you going to do something?" Shisstal asked.
"We've learned it's best to wait until we know what's really going on. Best not get in the way of something that might be official Sith business. What could be a fight might just be some sort of training. If it gets bad, we'll take care of it." the trooper told him.
Shisstal looked back and watched. Mabey the troopers were right. After all, if Shisstal got in the way of something important, who knew what punishment he would recive.

"Stupid t**t, you've failed twice. I was talking to the boy in the door," Nakara hissed, "You've preached nothing but jedi talk. T'were I to have any proof, I'd say you were one."

Glancing back at the door, Nakara barked again. "Now, you, insect. Try to kill me, and perhaps I can bring you back to Nakara instead. He has no time for simple-minded worms with no killing instinct."

Truely a novice at everything, the young man had attempted a forward thrust. Nakara shifted to the left, watching the arm fly right by his head, before grabbing the arm, and bending it back. The joints snappe, as the wrist and forearm broke, and the shoulder dislocated. Grabbing a stun baton from the chair, he brought it across the apprentice's back, before standing up.

"1.13 seconds of hesitation. Within acceptable limits for skill level," he/she announced, ripping the knife out of his hands and heaving an arm over a metallic shoulder to help him walk. "Worthy enough to pass. Motivation, passion, instinct, those must come first in a battle. Not mindless philosophy. If an apprentice cannot accept his master's commands, then they will never learn."

Turning to the other 'apprentice', he gave a gentle stare. "You're too cautious. Too caring. Join the jedi when you can. They will accept your ways far more easily than a master in the Sith order. Master Nakara may be insane, but he does know mercy, and its uses. However, you think far too much about your actions to be a killer, at least one who will never regret it."

Returning his attention to the boy, he gave him a small bounce. "If you are to meet Lord Nakara, you need that arm in perfect shape. Guards, please escort the other man to the outside of the Academy. Arrange some transportation to wherever he wishes to go."

Giving one last look at the man, he said, "Give my compliments to whomever trained you in the force. They did a wonderful job. You're not too good at pretending to be an apprentice though, so you're not whom you claim to be. That force push was too strong for a beginner."

With that, he left the room and headed for the medical lab.

"This isnt a game, Captain." Stryder told him. "The lives of my men depend on the sucess of your mission."

Stryder adjusted the Hologram to show a projection of Sullust.

"This is your target: Sullust. Oncepart of the Republic, it was caputred 40 years ago and went through a series of Sith Hands. Its worth lies in its Mineral wealth and the producion capabilities of SoroSuub, the Super Corporation that controls the world. Your mission is to neutralize its capacity to fight. If we can take it undamaged, we can turn its production facilities to our benefit and boost our war effort."

The Holocam focused in on a certain area: a city built in a massive cave.

"This is Byllurun, the Planetary Capital. Built inside a cave to protect it against the hostile surface environment, this naturally prevents us from threatening it with an orbital bombardment. The Defenses consist of a series of gates and shields through the main cave corridors that control the flow of traffic in and out."

"You will need to infiltrate the Space Port command center, override their security protocols, and gain control of those gates. Otherwise they will simply seal them up and force us to blast our way in. Once you have control, we will be able to begin landing ground troops. From there, we will push our way to the SoroSuub headquarters and take the city. Now, we have some information on the Spaceport Command Center, but the information is Half a Century old and thus somewhat unreliable. Changes have almost ertainly been made since then but the blueprints we have should serve some use. The Command center will be guarded by SoroSuub droids, Starport Security, and whatever Sithtroopers they have availble, and they all will most likely be armed with quality equipment from Sorosuub."

Aurora stopped with one foot on the boarding ramp of the shuttle and took one last look at Lord Stryders blue stone fortress, for she didn’t know when, if ever she would return. She climbed aboard the shuttle, stowed her gear and took her seat. Leaning back in her seat she wondered what it would be like learning from this Ritt Aareo. After the shuttle had lifted off, she pulled out her data pad and began reading up on the ship, familiarizing herself on its crew and complement with what information she was able to access.

Her reading had kept her occupied, all the way up to the shuttles final approach to the Bathurst. Exiting the shuttle she looked around the hanger bay, and briefly wondered witch of the sleek fighter craft would be hers before setting off to find Ritt.

"Master Nakara's the fastest route to becoming a Sith Lord, maggot," Nakara stated, giving himself a boast. "But to become strong is not an easy path. And the faster you go along the path, the more dangerous it becomes. If you can survive two months, it'll be like you have trained for two years. Most knights can't brag about that."

Heading into a room, he snapped the bones back into place, before putting a fluid cast around it to ease the swelling. "And the last thing he wants are pawns. Good help is hard to find these days, and sometimes you just can't wait for answers to come close. Isn't that right?"

Giving a feminine smile to the young lad (as close as he could with that metallic skin he was pulling off) it almost seemed like he could do the cyborg too. "No matter. It is best to think up a joke. If you can't make Nakara laugh, he'll never accept you."

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With the last shuttle docked and prepped, the Bathurst made its way out of the docks, and prepared for final countdown to its jump to hyperspace.

"You want to meet the new pilot. Its all over your face," Reverend said, surprizing Ritt. "You're so out of it, you're not even paying attention to the Force like normal. I know you can see through the bulkheads and stare at her signature all day too. My boots aren't that good looking."

Ritt grumbled something. "I'm just not sure I can handle someone at this moment. It just doesn't seem right. We've had a perfect record for three years, and now this."

"Wars take life from all of us. You honestly didn't think we'd be 80 years old and still flying in formation. Get over it, Ritt. We've changed cruisers and had to meet new peopel before. One new pilot ain't going to cause amnesia about your past. I'm no jedi, but even I know you're still a bit tipsy on the emotions right now."

Ritt stared up at him, his resolve patched for now. "Sometimes you just have to be told the simple things from someone else too." Putting on his shades, he looked back up at the man. "How I look?"

"Like a whaledon vomit."

"Then the illusion is complete. Stay here my sweet Reverend! I will send word for you as soon as I have finished a daring and heroic wooing and initiation in my own particular...."

"Idiom, sir?"

"Yes!" Ritt said, as the pair laughed and headed towards the flight deck.