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((He is siren's apprentice. I'm surprized he has clothes on, personally. Beware his grope attack.))

Ritt followed Aurora into docks, not nearly as fatigued as she. Of course, he hadn't worked nearly as hard, either. He didn't want to make mention of anything else in particular, so he let her be for now.

"How'd she do?" Reverend's voice asked behind him.

"Oh, she'll be ready by month's end," Ritt returned, pulling off his own helmet and heading for his own room.

"With your careful guidance, Master, she'll be better than the rest of us," the pilot toyed, giving a slap on the back to Ritt.

"Knock it off, Rev. We've got several days till our next sortie, so let's relax some. Besides trying to sneak a peek, what is everyone up to tonight?"

"Not much, catch you at the mess hall, 1900?"

"Sure."

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Orbiting Talofan, a small shuttle requested to land near the capital hub. The small kushiban was there on a msision from Nakara.

"Blast him, now I'm to babysit the whelp who kicked me off a cliff. And teach her lightsaber combat and war tactics, none-the-less. At least this makes me the highest ranked sith in the area," Kawaii noted, as he pulled on another lever before jumping to a small console to the left.

"Let's see any other kushiban fly a shuttle built for humans," he joked with himself.

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"Give the lady the chance to land," Nakara stated, reforming himself into his original disguise. "And tell my apprentice to take a break. He'll die at the rate we're going. Notify the academy on Umbara to send Yan and his master to Nar Shaddaa, to help with the reconstruction. That should provide us with enough space."

(( (( what do you mean, "ew"? Something tells me sith don't wear boxer shorts especially in this case; as he and siren often like to....recreate...together.))
whee

"You know something, Jedi? Shut up." Calliga dropped the "menacing sith" act and reverted to his true style; his murderously happy state he always leaned to before killing something.
Calliga clenched his hand and evoked as many possible results of siren being hurt as he could. Anger ignited into white-hot rage, and the Dark side surged. The metal-plate floor tore apart around Pash, the thin metal struts making the floor's "skeleton" twisting up around him like jaws closing. Metal screeched and screamed in protest as the cage sealed itself up by twisting the ends of the metal struts together. At this point, all the ripped up metal plating flew at the cage, and plastered itself to the "bars", rapidly sealing Pash into a steel cacoon.
would it beat him? No way. But it would distract him for a few seconds as he broke out, regardless of means....
calliga giggled and held out his free hand.
"So, how good are your escape tricks? I'm waaaaaiting...."
Calliga joked, half battle-crazed, half bored youth.
A faint blue glow started on his left hand, flickering slightly.

((true....but then agian, training in his case is unorthedox. I figure he's likely passed to knight level (thule being planet # 2, and he's trained a lot so even if we half the number becuase of the odd training, it's still at least 2), and since you and I agree he will lose this fight; allow me to put up a good show. plus, it was at close range and in burst. he won't do that again, he can't, actually.)) xd

"Kk.......!!"
The bullets boomed as they snapped the sound barrier, and the sith only had time to tense before crumpling under the impacts.
Calliga dropped, and metallic cracks echoed around the hangar. Evidently, he'd met his demise while talking; drops of red coloring the floor plating. His lightsaber rolled out of reach, laying on the floor near to pash's position. had it truly ended so soon...?
((consider this..."flavor". It's just to look cool, k'? cool ))

Of course, with his gaurd down, That Give the waiting Sith plenty of chance to delieve the equivilent of a punch through the force, striking Pash's lower back.
calliga got up, holding his side.
"tch....A pistol. How deceptive, jedi. What would your master say...."
Calliga then grinned slowly, deviously.
"oh, yeah. something my late "master" taught me; when jumping through hyperspace, the vast distance and high speed means a horrible miss even if the course is off by only a millionth. That gun of yours.....If I had, perchance, "Nudged" the air around the muzzle when you fired, I would have spread the shots...."
Calliga gestured at three bloody gashes on his side.
"Nice try. Let's dance, Jedi..."
Calliga took out his lighsaber in fluid motion, taking several sweeping strides and igniting the firey blade, sending a angled stroke at Pash with moderate skill.

((umm....I believe you edited that in.))
Straining and visibly tired, Calliga continued his use of the force-This time to jar the delicate plasmatic ignitions array inside the gun that fired the bullets; this mechanical surgery caused the gun to jam, failing to fire.
Good thing too; the close-range shot had cracked rib; but calliga's armor and strong wall of the living force had stopped it from going in deep. A point blank strike, however, would be fatal.
calliga began to doubt he was facing a jedi at all.
-7 minutes left.
He had to beat this cretin, had to!
When the "jedi" dodged, and shot, of course those had to blocked as well; but to stop such dangerous weaponry fully was out of his skill range; at best, he could summon a final burst of deflection to bend the shots by means of turbulant air, one tore a gash on his leg and another nicked his shoulder.
This was bad. He'd pretty much burned off most of his built-up dark side energy, gotten shot, and was now bleeding in a dangerous number of places.
To crown it all, the "jedi" still was plenty strong, using the force with ease and deflecting the saber blow with a knife.

Calliga reeled.

"You....You're no jedi?!... But...not a sith.... wait, you..."
Calliga stared hard at Pash for a moment, eyes narrowing.
Then he burst out in a insane laugh.
"-You're no jedi! Those are sith fighting moves, and masked behind the light side you robed monks hold to so much is a flicker of darkness. I don't need to kill you here; you've already set your soul to self destruct. a day will come, if you live past 5 minutes from now, where that evil will "kill" you; and whatever pretense you hide behind will shatter, and you'll kill all you protect now....!"
calliga grinned insanely, despite his horrible position in the fight.
"Oh, I know you won't be swayed. I won't brag and beg for you to join the dark side. Oh no. It's real power is never seen, but I glimpsed at it, once. When I killed her, The lady who had me call her "master"... You lost. I could die now, and still win. You....are no jedi; just a sith who pretends to themselves that what they are doing is right..."
calliga leered, his saber up and held rigid in the style of saber duelists, makashi.
"You could un-jam that pistol and shoot me. But where is the jedi way in that? 'gonna just blow a hole in you foe and walk away from their dead body? How oddly familliar."
There was edge in calliga's words. he wasn't speaking as typical, power mad sith, but as a being steeped in the dark side and not scared off it's horrors. For that one moment, he could see the man, a hunter, no doubt committed to some "sacred goal", was becoming his prey to kill it.
And calliga wasn't lying; for once, his words rang true agianst the force, a instinctive ripple of truth as he believed it.
"Go ahead, murderer. make me proud."
Calliga leered, eyes burning with a pleasurable madness.

Cene landed her ship aboard the Sith Vessel and disembarked. Her Armor was pock marked with half a dozen scorch marks and showed signs of having gone through some heavy fighting. Her recharged blaster Carbine was in hand and in her other was a leather bag which contained some object.
She fixed her visored gaze on a droid in the docking bay.
"Tell your master I've come for my pay. He better show himself before I lose patience."

The droid gave a small salute. "Roger roger!" As the doors slid open, it bumped right into Nakara, still in disguise.

"She wants you to show yourself, master," It said in it's monotone voice, as Nakara rolled his eyes.

"Droids. They are either too smart or too dumb for their own good it seems. Same can be said of soldiers in the field too. No matter, it seems the planet is in perfect chaos, just as I had expected. But I digress, I ramble too much. You want your pay, dont' you?" He said, tossing the suitcase in his left hand to her.

"That's a quarter of it hard cash. I figured you'd appreciate it rather than those risky electronic deposits. Unless you got an account number for me to deposit the rest in, I'm afraid I'll have to give you the rest in the same manner."