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Calliga sat bolt upright; sensing a concentrated wave of the force ripple towards the planet even while laying about the rumpled sheets.
"-Siren; that's no meteor... It reeks of the light side; or....something....it's strange...." Calliga paused, focusing in on it-he'd been sure he'd felt light-side energies, but now he wasn't sure-the signature was fading; then shifting to something like dark-side power...then fading again...what was that?
Calliga looked about, wary as the lights flickered.
"Siren....you may want to raise your defenses. I was wrong-the thing isn't a jedi: It's something I've never seen before; it's amorphous and inconsistent in force signature; so it's either strange phenomenon, a dangerous creature, or something else entirely-possibly even a sith assasin sent by one of those pompous lords to stop a empire from rising. I'm going to investigate-if some artifact or ore we can use, then all the better. If not....I'll kill it. Utterly."
Calliga rose and dressed himself, and a few commands in siren's name-she had personally said he commanded her now, so that mean he could act through her as he liked; He alerted the base security commanders of a possible force-sensitive being on the "shooting star". Another request had his armor and lightsaber brought to him; and he swiftly donned his full fighting regailia , changing from a deciever and master of pleasures to a dark warrior, energized with the dark side. True, he was a bit worn out from enjoying his new playthings, but he'd learned a while ago how to boost his stamia with the Dark side, and all the desires generated fed his controlled anger-what was this, that it would interrupt him, threaten his slave?
A hand Clenched on his lightsaber, Calliga left; pausing in the doorway.
"I will be back. Maybe with a body, maybe with a relic..or possibly a prisoner. I suggest you stay here and let me do the softening up; you get ready in case you have to break someone..."
And then he was gone.

" As you wish, Master. " Siren said to Calliga as he left, laying back down in bed. After a moment, she turned to face her Twi'lek attendent. " You should probably get back to work now, in case any major issues arise. Whatever that was may have caused damage to something. " " Yes, my Queen. " the Twi'lek said, getting up outta bed and putting on the robe she came in with, then leaving the room.

Siren layed there for a few more moments to think, then got up and dressed herself in some very provocative lingerie. If it came to her having to break someone, she was now armed for it. It was just a matter of waiting to see what would happen now.

It was dark by the time the two drew closer to the city, and as the main gate came into sight, Pash suddenly halted the Gynoid.

"What is it, organic?" She asked.

"We're not gonna want to take the main gate." he said, his eyes narrowed as though focused on something unseen."I got a better idea. Follow me."

Pash diverged off the road and casually made his way to the walls of the fortified town. Seeing his aim, the Gynoid followed, and together they snuck unseen to the wall. Utilizing their superior agility and strength, the two began cimbing the wall's exterior.

Pash poked his head up above the edge first, noticing the regular movements of the guards and watching paiently until they werent paying attention.
"Go on ahead. I'll catch up. Make sure to keep a low profile." He quietly told Ardee.

The gynoid nodded and vaulted nimbly over the battlements, landing on the ramparts. She then darted across the rampart and lept off, disapearing over the edge.

Pash waited his turn, watching with a hunter's calm the movement of the guards as they patroled. When an opportunity presented itslef, noislessly he pulled himself up over the crellenation and darted over the wall.

With a leap, he pushed away from the wall and grabbed the outer edge of a building's roof. He pulledhimself on top of it, then glanced in the direction of the gate with a confident smirk.

"Ameture." he muttered quietly as he climbed down a fire escape ladder on the east side of the building. Once in the alley, he walked deeper into it, his hood pulled up over his head as he avoided the street.

Finding a dumbster, he sat down on the far side of it and used it as cover as he slipped into a light sleep to wait for a better chance tomorrow to move about unseen.

..............
Nothing.
It was faaar too quiet. Calliga began to wonder if perhaps he'd made a mistake-or was his own shadow-shroud method not strong enough to hide himself, or-
Then he puased looking closely at the ground. Footsteps where showing up; but out of synch- flickering into existance slowly as if they had merely been hidden, and not made.
calliga moved forwards, kneeing by the phantom tracks. There was a very faint, light set, who ever had made them was skilled in the methods of stealth; looked as if they took care to tread softly by habit, not concious thought. A practiced stealth-user. The other set was..stiff, mechanical. And heavy; each imprint in the loose gravel and dust was heavy...A droid, no doubt.
Calliga looked up, noticing the footsteps etch themselves into the ground in the direction of the wall. So, too humaniods, a droid and a Stealth user.
Calliga was now highly suspitious of a sith or jedi agent, but he reserved judgement; a hasty decision could be a just what this mystery being wanted. One thing was sure-they were dangerous. they would not be hiding if they had nothing to hide....
But they had made it inside already, by the looks of it.
He'd need a lure.
Calliga smirked, then returned to his bike, making minimal effort to hide his dark-side force signature; merely sending brief instructions to the security chief before departing; heading back to Siren's-his-capital building.
If the mystery being didn't come after him now, he'd simply have to allow them time to learn that sith ruled here-no doubt he would come to them; jedi would seek to liberate, and a sith would seek to steal....or get in bar fight. either way...

Pash was awakened by a boot in his ribs, and his eyes snapped open to take in the offender and the dreary light of this world's day.
"Oh. Its you." He said with a yawn. "What happened to the space suit?"

The Gynoid, now dressed in the robes of the local population, towered over the reclining jedi. "The Space suit would have attracted unwanted attention. You are not the only one who realizes the practicality of disguises, Organic. Now, let us be off. Already you've wasted time sleeping."

Pash reached into his belt pouch and drew a caloriemate bar from it, unwrapping the small, nutritionally balance meal. "After surviving a crash and hiking all day while projecting a stealth cloak over us, you'd be tired to. I need to conserve my strength. We're deep in enemy territory here."

"Explain."

Pash snapped off a piece of the hard wafer and chewed briefly, then swallowed. "I meditated upon this world, seeking answers to where we were. My meditations have determined that this is Thule, a world deep in Sith Space that served as a Fortress world for every Sith Empire thats sprung up. The Republic invaded it once during the great Hyperspace Wars and left it alone ever since, knoweldge of the world fadding from common knowledge, save for the archives of the Jedi Temple on Coruscant."

The Noid didnt sound convinced. "Your Meditations told you all that, did they?"

Pash finished off his meal and tossed the wrapper in the Dumbster next to him, which he immediately gestured to. On the side it stated in two languages 'Thule Sanitation Works'.

"I admit I did have a bit of help." He said. The Jedi rose to his feet and stretched, getting the kinks out of his system. "Now we just need to find a ship and get out of here. Preferably soon. Theres a powerful Sith on planet that I'd rather not cross. Especially when they have the Homefield advantage."

The Gynoid nodded and the two casually walked into the street, seeking to blend in with the crowds going about their workday.

Annoyed, Calliga made it back with no interferrance. So much for that theory.
Parking the speeder bike in the capital spire's hangar bay, He got up and stormed towards the exit. A sultry mechanic girl, however, got in his way; hanging on the irate sith and begging for help with " connecting a drive shaft to a exhuast manifold". After a bit of questioning, she revealed she had heard the sounds from siren's chamber earlier, and had spent the last hours dreaming of what was going on, and wanting to see it.
Calliga cooled down a bit, persuaded by her "sincere longings"-such recreation could be helpful...besides, she seemed...creative.
Joining her in a parts storage room, Calliga utilized a tool bench to relieve the tool-girl of her coveralls before using her to burn off his frustrations at the mystery invader. The room was soon ringing with (mostly her) cries and screams from the activities, and a hour or so later, Calliga left her panting on the toolbench, before gather his things and proceeding on to siren's chambers.
"I'm back. Siren, I seems we have a clever force user on our hands; They can use a cloaking skill of some advanced form, and didn't chase after me when I let my own signature ripple out in the force freely; They have control, and are not the normal jedi bleeding-heart or sith ego-assasinator....and, on a unrelated note...you should try that girl you have on mechanics duty some times-she knows her parts.heh..."
Calliga sat down on the corner of the bed, looking at siren.
"we need bait. What do you want to do...? you're the experianced one in seducing and munipulating..."

" You tease me, Master. " Siren said, responding to Calliga's comment about the mechanic. Her tone then became slightly more serious. " Hmm... Sounds like a Shadow to me. That makes it a bit easy. I don't know much about them, other than they are like assassins, and as such they're closer to the Dark Side than other typical Jedi, but they're specially trained for it. "

She paced around for a moment, in thought. " I got it. Whoever it was must've been that shooting star. I'm guessing they crashed some distance away, and are probably stranded here. That means they'll need a ride off the planet. Have extra security around all hangars and anything with any ships parked around. Those places are where they'll be wanting to go. Closing that off will prevent their escape. While you see to that, I'll go out in disguise and just happen to let them discover me. They'll most likely attempt to take me hostage to help secure an escape plan. When they do, I'll use my talents, and after they let down their guard once they think victory is within reach, they'll find the sudden urge to stay with me, then we have them. "

Siren began to search through her various clothing for something that would blend in with the normal populace. Since everything of hers amounted to barely more than lingerie, that created a problem. She went over to the terminal and after a moment, the other end came online. After a few moments of exchaning words, a set of ordinary clothes arrived at the door. She then changed, with Calliga able to enjoy the view as she did. " If my plan happens to fail, I'll probably need to be punished. " she said seductively.

Aurora switched off the compensators as instructed as Ritt’s ship pulled out in front of hers. His starfighter slowly started to yaw and she pushes down on her our rudder controls, matching his turn as his instructions filtered thought her helmets speakers and into her ears. She realized that she had slipped into a tunnel vision narrowed onto the rear of Ritt’s red ship, she simple extended her focus.
Feeling how the suit fit to her body as she flexed and moved around in the limited space allotted. The cockpit to her Starfighter was a tight fit for most, but with her small form she had more room to move around than most. She was still examining her suit when Ritt’s fighter pitched over and started to ark away, reflexively she thru her control yoke over.
Jockeying with the rudder and thrusters her fighter responded smartly, matching his maneuvers. Once she had matched speeds with him she pulled back gentle on the yoke. Increasing her fighters turn and angling the nose of her bird at an invisible line that marked Ritt’s course along his arcing turn.