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"Rumor, founded or unfounded, will still give the squadron something to look forward to. Though I hope this gamble of yours doesn't get me out of my cockpit. I will be calling for backup if such an event occurs. I may be wild, but I still acknowledge my limits," Ritt stated flatly. He stood up, and inhaled deeply.

"I think I got the jist. Send the data to the captain and we'll be on our way immediately."

"The Data already has been sent. Captain Tuing has his orders. And just to be on the safe side, you might want to ask our quartermaster for an ACP array blaster. Just incase."
Stryder folded his hands in his robes and nodded to the Knight.
"Return to your ship then, and rendevous with the rest of the assault group at Tett. And may the Force be with you, Ritt."

“Well it's about damn time someone dealt with the anarchy this weak rule has caused. For too long have you done nothing while our rule crumbles. But how do you plan to start this little inquisition of yours?” Karah asked. This inquisition could not have come at a better time for him. This grab for power by Eldritch would most likely anger some of the other Sith Lords, anger that he could use against the pompous priest. He would publicly support the Inquisition while secretly build up dissent and his forces. Yes, this could work out very well for me, thought Karah Tos.

Reaching the bridge again, Stryder took his seat and activated his console.
"Are we ready to jump, Admiral?"

Vaklar nodded. "Of course, Milord. Course set and locked in. Once we make the jump, we should be in Tett in a few days."

"And Knight Aareo has made it back to his vessel?"

"Aye sir."

"Good. Then you may give the command, Admiral."

"Thank you sir." With that, the Iridonian turned to look ot over his bridge crew. "Helm. Take us out of the world and engage Hyperdrive."

"Aye Sir." The Helmsman told him "All ships jumping Sir."

The Stars became lines and the Ashla shuttered as she accelerated beyond the speed of light, making another successful jump.

"These new hyperdive engines are ineed a marvel." Stryder remarked. "I can remember when this trip used to take a week!"

“See you in the morning, Good night Master.” She said as she bowed to him. She straightened back up to watch her master stride off for the second time that day. “No sparing practice today I guess.” She mused to her self as she bit her lower lip, puffing a stray lock of blue hair from her face she headed off towards the archives.

Walking in to the main corridor of the archives Aurora found an unoccupied data terminal and sat down. Activating the unit she keyed in the word Gungan under known species of the galaxy, light blue eyes watched as the results of her entry scrolled across the screen, Naboo. Tapping a few more commands she found what she was looking for and smiled as she down loaded the astrographical, physical, and the short speckled history of Naboo. As well as the explorer Kwilaan’s reports to data card. Her smile faded as she noted it’s proximity to sith controlled space. Wondering why her master had chosen this place she extracting the data card as she shut the terminal down. Aurora walked down the main corridor of the archives, lost in thought she made her way back to her room.

With her duffle bag packed and her Force exercises done Aurora had flopped on to her bed exhausted. Dimming the lights she plugged the card into her data pad she started to read about the place her master was taking her to. After some time the soft glow from the data pad was the only illumination in the room, left on it lay besides her as she slept.

The Bridge of the Sith troop ship hummed with activity as the command crew worked to coordinate their ground forces and the other ships of the occupation force.
Diligent, focused, they remained attuned to their stations. Though the opening of the door behind them drew a few curious glances, the fact no one was there meant it wasnt important enough to linger on.
A subtle hiss was barely audible over the voices of the command crew and the sounds of their controls. A strange smell started wafting through the air.

The Sith Captain, noting the chemical oder suddenly bolted up from his seat and looked about rapidly for the source. He noted people were already passing out at their stations and he himself was feeling the effects of the gas. The ship was infiltrated. He had to sound the alert. He reached down to hit the comn and froze when a deep blue shaft of light apeared under his chin.

The blade made nothing but a slight whisper and gave off no heat, yet the captain was fairly certain he knew what it was.
A jedi Lightsaber.

"Take a deep breath." A filtered voice by his ear ordered.

The man's eyes slowly rotated to see who owned the voice and held the blade at his neck. He did not look like a Jedi, for he was clad in the garb of the Sith Assassin Corps. The man did not breath, so great was his shock.

"Suit yourself." The assassin said. With that the energy blade slashed across his throat.

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Having gassed the crew and stunned the captain, Pash pulled the man out of the chair and activated the autopilot for the ship from the man's console.
For now, the ship was his. Now he just needed to slice into the transport's systems.

Pash slid a pair of Slice cards out of his equipment belt and inserted them into the bridge computers. The slicing program in the cards would get him the command codes by breaking the security restrcitions on the ship.
He hoped they worked as fas as he had been told.

The computer bleeped a confirmation and Pash slapped in the autopilot, setting up cooprdinates for Republic Space.

The Ship shifted in its position and began making its way out of the world, thankfully unnoticed by her allies.

The tough part was over. Now all Pash had to deal with were the Sith Troopers who were still blissfully unaware that they were being hijacked...

Outside the large city, a small fortress pumped out technological wonders. Beneath the factory floor, labs where biocybernetics were constantly improved bustled with activity and minute chatter. Such was the work of the scientists, who explored various avenues laid down by the smiling demon, that red-eyed sith, Darth Nakara. Each scientist feared for his life, but fear was second only to their addiction to curiousity. Between the petri dish and the motherboard, the scientists maintained and exceeded their quotas for experiments. Many times they failed, but death only came from those who could not produce results. Failure or success, as long as progress could be made, Nakara had no grounds to blame them.

Fortunately, they were intelligent enough to hide thier feelings; after all, he couldn't kill the smart ones without sacrificing the brainpower they held. However, their cyborg overseers did not feel so merciful. Even the toothy grin of Nakara shrunk a little as he dealt with these slavers. However, since Darth Nakara could swallow his pride, he was given a great number of resources, of which these scientists could fuel their own greedy intellects.

On this day, it was elsewhere that the shapeshifter stood. A dark room, dank from the moisture and smelling of biological waste stood but a small column. An urn, lacking any gaudy decoration, stood along the wall. Before it, the Shi'ido and the Kushiban kneeled.

"Broken your servant I kneel, mi'lord," Nakara hissed. The ghost appeared again, as the chant was recited. An older lord, his form was not solid at all, flickering and lacking sharpness around the edges.

"What news do you have for me, Nakara? It is not my desire to waste time in your world unless you have news of a suitable candidate for my revival."

"I have no news of the body," Nakara mentioned. "The sith council is inept, the likelihood of finding anything of use while they are in charge. Fortunately, Karah Tos has ambition. I won't have to dirty my hands in eliminating most of the council."

The Kushiban growled a low growl, "you play dirtier than the rest of the sith. You have no honor, even for a sith."

The Shi'ido, seeing this opportunity, changed into an ancient figure, one which was recognizable by both jedi and sith alike. "Honor is a fool's prize. Glory is of no use to the dead," the voice behind the mask stated.

"Revan was a far greater sith than you ever could be, Nakara. He could unite people under his banner just by his presence. Truely the strongest of us all," the Kushiban retorted.

"Oh, don't worry, Biggles. My time in the spotlight will come. A thespian like myself knows the script quite well."

"I knew that I'd be stuck with idiots after death. If you're interested, my artifact seems to have gained a pair of legs. I'd suggest some reading," the ghost said, resigning back to his artifact.