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"Thats right." He said. He kept his barrel pointed at the two and nodded towards Novara.
"Good job Junta. Thanks for keeping him distracted until I got here."

Combat Droid C-1138 was patrolling the halls near Primary reactor with his squad. There was nothing out of the ordinary, except for a strange heat shimmer. He'd have to get his ocular sensors checked out again. Maintenance at this base had really taken a dive since Yavin...

That was when the heat shimmer began to hurl charged energy packets at C-1138 and his squad. "Strange," thought the droid, and then one of said bolts removed his capability to think and he clattered to the floor quite inert.
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Tal twirled the pistols in his hand, enjoying the gesture, before holstering them. Letting the cloak fall away (it's a garment folks) around his shoulders he strode towards the forbidding grey wall that seperated the reactor chamber from the rest of the base, quite sure in his security.

That was before a trio of armored men, resplendent in crimson robes, and brandishing force pikes strode from one of the service ways.

This was trouble, but not fatally so.

"Well, well, I thought it would be that easy for a second there, but, well, that's what I get for wishful thinking," Tal said through his Deathshead Helm. He looked at them as they continued to advance, then said "Which sept trained you, if you don't mind my asking?" They continued their movement, ignoring the question, and surrounded him, one in the front, one on each side, and took up combat stances.

Tal remained unfazed, and said, "Ahhh...Malkavier then...their forward stances were always a bit weak," before exploding into action. Two blades came ouf ot their scabbards impossibly fast, sweeping their opening strikes as they were activated. He dropped into Tornado style, launching whirlwind assaults, focusing on keeping them focussed on the strorm of death before them. This continued, each strike a parry and vice versa, as Tal slowly edged one of them away from his compatriots.

Realizing what was going on, the Royal Guardsmen attempted to rejoin his compatriots, but to no avail, as he was dead before he could move. Tal dropped into Predator style as soon as the other two were unable to protect their comrade,One blade knocking his Pike high, spinning about to fend off the others, while his right hand Sword transfixed the isolated Guardsman in the same motion.

He fell without a sound, and before he had even hit the floor the remaining Red Guards were being pushed back by Tal's Scythe-Hawk style.

It was a strange style, one of the rarer in the Echani repetoire, focussing on high (7-8ft) jumps striking with the blade on the up and downrises, and the feet at the apex. Having never encountered this style in real combat before, they were forced to stick to Defensive styles. Tal, however, was far too nimble to be stopped by this, and the two were hardpressed to hold him off for long. A kick smashed into the collarbone of one as Tal'dras landed, and there was a hideous snapping sound as the bone shattered, the armor absorbing most of the force of the blow, but not enough. The Guard was unable to keep a hold on his weapon, and it clattered to the floor. Tal seperated his head from the rest of his body with a single scything stroke.

The last Guard knew he was outmatched, but fought on like a true warrior. His techniques were all near-perfectly executed, with the grace of a warrior who had seen combat dozens of times before.

Tal'dras Seraphim's techniques were perfectly executed.

The last guard was bisected by a Raptor style double cut after having his pike torn from his grasp, caught in the cuts in Tal's blades. He died honorably.

Allowing himself some time to bre-oh wait nevermind.

Tal was hurled from his stance by an undisciplined Force Push. He executed a shoulder roll as he flew and came up, blades at the ready, and a sigh escaped his lips when he saw what he was fighting.

Standing there was another Guardsmen, except this one was different. His armor was black, and instead of the traditional Force Pike, he brandished a Echani Twin Blade. (Kir Kanos' weapon) Tal closed his eyes and readied himself, knowing what was coming. This was not the first time he had encountered a Sovereign Protector, he had killed one several years earlier, after the Return of Palpatine, for a rather large contract offered by the New Republic. Tal dropped into the Xi of the Echani and he soundlessly charged.

The Protector launched another Force Push, but Tal jumped over it, tucking himself into a ball, and spinning as he came down. Then the duel was on. Raptor met Raptor, Mountain against Mountain, Blade against Blade. There were no blades between them, merely a storm of sound and metal, each moving too fast for the eye to see. The precise lances of Fiend met with the sweeping blocks of Reaper. Then the Protector pressed the attack, switching to Juggernaut, Tal narrowly dodged a downward blow, and capitalized on the opening by launching a nimble, but seemingly impossibly strong Roundhouse kick into the faceplate of his opponent.

Between the Protector's foreward momentum and Tal's own strenght, part of the glasteel eyeplate shattered, and blood ran from under it, indicating that it had been driven into his eye. Tal's opponent simply went mad with pain, and attacked wildly, the Dark Side guiding him. Tal'dras Seraphim, parried each, never once giving way. However it was close, and several strikes missed by nanometers.

When they broke Tal was breathing heavily. It was time for this to end. "They taught you all the styles. Or you think they did. There is one that only we know. Oblivion," he said quietly, whispering the last word, slipping impossibly deep into the Xi. The Protector charged, and death came for him in a single strike. The body made no sound.

The Assassin stood, and his now perfectly calm breathing quickened slightly as he came out of Xi. Oblvion Style was dangerous, and only true Masters could learn it. Fortunately for Tal, he was just such a master, and his blades were simply an extension of himself, making such things possible.

Tal turned to the Reactor chamber, and readied himself for something far harder than the fight he had just had.

Solms did not move. Behind his mask, he smiled.
"Junta, I think you got bigger problems than me right now. You boys made it pretty loud and clear you're in cahoots. And since I have the Brentaal Police Force's ear, they were only too happy to listen to me when I sent in a call about a possible Mandalorian threat. By now they've probably homed in on your ships and fighters. And it only takes one dead cop to make you all wanted men and wake up the New Republic to whats going on here. Mando attacks tend to get that result."
He kept his gun calmly pointed at Cale. "As for the Pirate, he either comes with me or he dies here and now. Any false move and I turn him to ash."
Sirens could be heard gradualy aproaching, the sound of Brentaal police airspeeders

"Can't let you go any further, dood," the penguin-esque Sith Knight said to Mordranna and Rekan. The padawan and knight were surrounded by the penguin, and the two dim-witted acolytes.
"Huh, huh ... we're gonna kick your butt, huh uh ... I said butt,"
"Heh heh ... you said 'butt', heh heh, that's cool!" chimed in the other acolyte.
"Shut up," the dark-haired acolyte said to his companion.
"Better make peace with the Force, dood," said the penguin.
Mordranna simply smiled, as though she were on a picnic. "Never underestimate the power of the Force," With a well timed jump, she soared over the head of the penguin knight, and had her saber to it's back. The two dim-witted acolytes charged her, and, with a flick of her wrist, she expertly timed two blocks from each one. She then ignored them, and charged the penguin. With the expected reaction, she blocked the penguin's attack, and then swept her azure saber into an arc, severing one of the flipper-like arms.
"Dood!" yelped the penguin, staring in shock at the cauterized stump.
And then, the blonde acolyte picked up the penguin, and lobbed it at Mordranna. However, she was too fast, and the other acolyte was squarely in it's path. Both the penguin and the dark haired acolyte were blown to bits in the blast.
"Down to just you, eh?" Mordranna simply smirked at the acolyte.
"Ack! My bunghole! I need tee-pee for bunghole!" shrieked the acolyte.

"I'm not too worried about that. You seriously underestimate me Mandalorian." Solms remarked, his aim steady. "I have no beef with you Junta. Only with him. I don't care about the relationship between you and your boss. I'm a bounty hunter. Until you get a bounty slapped on you I really don't care what you do. So scram. Take your minions with you. But the Corellian stays right where he's at. Unless you enjoy your Pirates well done."

"Knock it off." The hunter warned as his blaster tracked the pirate. He kept an eye on his HUD incase the Mandos tried anything.
"So Junta. Will you leave me to my work? or will you have this man's blood on your hands?"

The instant Cale reached for his gun, Solms finger tightened, sending a powerful blaster round flying towards Cale.
He couldn't dodge Cale's blast. Not that he needed to. It was only a DL-18 round.
The blast struck a semitangeable force before the Hunter, a light shield, and was disipated harmlessly.