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Syntas studied the man sitting before her desk, a patient and pleasent smile parting his face.

He could not be very old, perhaps in his late teens, yet he had bested her top apprentices in moments.

At this point, there was only one question that could be asked.
"What buisness have you with me, Mr. Darksun?" She said.

Formally, Link stood an drew out his Vibrocutlass. He handed the weapon over to her, hilt first.

"You are an Echani Blade master correct? Since this Blade was Echani forged by one such as yourself, One would hope you would be able to repair it."

It was an elegant weapon, despite its weight, finely crafted with intricate scrollwork running along the back of the blade. The grip was well worn, and someone seemed to have lengthened the pommel to allow a two handed grip. The edge itself however was chipped, partialy scorched, and cracked, as though the weapon had seen much use.

There was something odd about the metal though. It gave a shine that was not like durasteel, and had a darker coloring to it than normal.

"A Cortosis alloy Blade?" She remarked. That explained the scorch marks.

"Yes. The traveler has much need of such a blade. Is it repairable though?"

"What possible need have you of a Cortosis alloy blade?" She asked.

The man looked somewhat surprised at the question. "Because the traveler's opponents make frequent use of lightsabers."

Syntas Stared at the man for a brief time. It all added up. His unwillingness to fight, his incredible skill, a cortosis blade; She was mentally kicking herself for not seeing it before. The man was some form of eccentric Jedi, or at the least a practitioner of the jedi arts.

She had to fight him now. She craved an opponent worthy of her considerable skills, to clash blades with him and see into the soul of this curious man. Her Echani soul demanded it.

"Well then, Jedi Darksun. I will repair your sword. It will not be easy however."

Link sighed slightly. "The traveler may be a jedi, but that also means he has little material wealth. But rest assured Milady Syntas that he will pay off his dept to you for your troubles."

Syntas gave a hungry smile. "I will repair your sword, on the condition you agree to a sparring match with me."

"One could see your answer coming from a lightyear away Milady Syntas."

The Jedi shrugged his jacket up onto his shoulders. "The agreement is met. A match there will be, but it will have to wait. For now, The traveler must rest. A busy day it has been today. When the sword is finished, the match will be had. Until then, may the Force be with you."

Syntas nodded to the jedi. "If you like, you may room here for that time. It would be no trouble."

The Jedi gave a slight shake of his head. "The traveler could not impose. His presence would be unwelcome by many, and he does not wish to cause further trouble. Farewell for now."

With that, the young jedi left the office an made his way back into the city, leaving Syntas alone with a jedi's sword.

(No prob. I was thinking of speeding things up myself)
Dawn came soon enough, and with it the day of the Moff Council.
Kal stood at the foot of the staircase leading to the Emperor's Throne room, Glaring at the procession of Officials through his helmit's eyes as they made their way to see the Emperor an report the status of the war. Unbeknownst to the moffs, Kal's HUD was scaning them for hidden weapons. So far all was well. Until Grand Amiral Morlish Veed attempted to ascend the stairs followed by Moff Nyna Calixte, head of Imperial Intelligence.
A White beam of humming energy suddenly barred Veed's way an the man took a suprised step back.
"Hold, Grand Admiral." Kal said in his low, gravely voice.
The Man whirled angrily upon the knight. "What is the meaning of this Knight?!"
"You are carrying a concealed energy weapon into the precesnce of the Emperor. I will have to confiscate it."
Veed glared at the clone with utter contempt as he reached inside his overshirt for his Hold-out pistol. "I should think a Grand Admiral and a Moff should not be subject to the orders of a lowly guard."
"Your thoughts matter little to me." Kal said as he took the pistol from Veed, ignoring the petty insult. "The Emperor's safety is my primary concern." Kal deactivated his lightsaber and permited them passage.He suspected that Moff Calixte, shrewd woman that she was, had a sensor masked firearm on her. But he wasnt worried. Four Paladins guarded the Emperor at all times. If she made a move, she would be dead in milliseconds.
Kal watched the two go, pleased that he had recieved the chance to humble the powerful Grand Admiral, and then continued to keep his vigil.

Veron and Freya rushed over to the scene. "I'll handle this," Veron said, looking over to the combatants, being held aloft by Gorwooken. "What is the meaning of this?" he coldy asked the Chiss and Trandoshan in a stern tone.
The hissing Trandoshan asked who Veron was.
"I am Veron Starsinger, administrator of Cloud City." Veron stated. "You can answer me, and our large Wookie friend here, or you can explain it to the Wing Guard,"
"Or," Freya blurted, "Like, you dudes better tell my old man what your damage is, or the Wing Guard will totally throw you in the pokey!"

(( FP, seeing as you're the Chiss, take it away! ))

The trip to Coruscant had been exactly like it should have been. The shuttle, designed as a pinnacle of stealth achievements, made its way into the hub so successfully, it proved once again the truth of its creators statements. They had garunteed its capabilities to be so refined, that the shuttle did not need any weaponry of any kind to succeed in its mission. Ferno believed, on the other hand, that it was a safety precaution: a failed stealth mission would probably have the occupants wind up dead, and the creator would not fear the consequences of failure.

Ferno, however, had other things to think about. The shuttle only landed for five minutes. The platform, the first thing needed for the successful coup, needed to be cleared. A pair of assassins (provided courteousy of the Intelligence division) would prove to be Ferno's greatest asset in his securing of the landing platform.

The report from the Moff had garunteed Fel to be with the council. On cue, the sith would have to be there. And Ferno's job was to clear the way, letting the four move unhindered into the palace.

Leaving the guards alive was critical. At least, until enough could be patched together. HM proved his utilitarian value, piecing together the speech patterns for response of the now lifeless pair who wasted their lives protecting a piece of concrete. When the morning shift came, Those two found themselves suffering the same fate as their predecessors.

All that remained was the moff council to convene, and the shuttle containing Krayt to arrive.

Vaan slid back in his seat and looked at Verno. ""Well you see here administrator, Tssirk here stole chips from my friend Ashe and placed them in his friend's pile," he said, lying through his teeth.

Tssirk looked at him in surprise, and then called off his friend, knowing he was caught.

"Not to mention accusing me of cheating," Vaan added, rubbing his throat where the Trandoshan had grabbed him.

Aurora watched the scene in front of her amused. She new it was unwise for the Chiss or the Trandoshan to cross Gorwooken. She figured after the Chiss's explanation that he would wnat to charge the Trandoshan with several charges, and possible the Chiss to for causing a scene.

((I'll be online on and off today. I'm at school buying books and stuff for the fall semester.))

"I heartily agree, Master Gorwooken," Rusty said in response. "I also have taken the liberty of summoning the Wing Guard,"
"A good call, my friend," Veron sagely nodded, patting the droid on the head.
"Like, I totally have half a mind to have Gorry here crack their heads together!" Freya harumphed, glaring daggers at both the Chiss and the Trandoshan, resisting the urge to kick at least one of them in the shin. "He'll really do it, too! Hah!"
Veron turned his attention back to the scene. "Now, now, there's no need for that." Turning to Gorwooken, he said, "Gorwooken, release the Chiss," Then, he turned to the Trandoshan. "As for you, you are under arrest. As my droid has stated, the Wing Guard will be here shortly."
"And, like, don't even think of resisting, or Gorry will totally crack your skull!" Freya pointing at the Trandoshan. "And maybe Rusty will like zap you with his shocker thingy-dooder for good measure!"
And, if not for the timely arrival of the Wing Guard, Freya most likely would have expounded on the consequences of resisting arrest, as several uniformed guards showed up.
"Good work, men," Veron calmly said. "Take him in,"