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"What the kriff are you doing?!" Trey said, as the Kapella hurtled towards the ground.

"You're insa-" he started, but stopped to use the Force to slow the fall.

Trey stopped tapping into the Force, but the sudden release and jolt threw him forward in his seat.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" he yelled at Labrynth.

"I don't take kindly to idiots and fools. If you wish to find out, ask Neb. Until then, I expect you to change clothes, and be prepared to work." Labrynth said, righting the ship and landing it.

"Oh, and question number one of your test. Where do you think we are? A nice building far from any civilization, once home to the pioneers of your cult. Take a wild guess, and then compare his own domain to that of Luke's praxium." Labrynth stated, before lowering the ramp and heading outside.

Drako hated to wait. He had been waiting long enough. Drako walked out onto the bridge.

" Ensign, I want fleet five and six on screen. " Drako sat down in the commanding chair.

" Fleet droid commander Five reporting. "

" Fleet droid commander Six reporting. "

" I want your fleets to get in position in alpha site. We will be moving out soon. I want your troops ready at a moments notice. " Drako was cold and quik when he spoke.

" Yes lord Drako. As you command. " They both spoke and the lines were cut.

Drako turned to see a young girl walk in.

" You must be my so called learner?! Well.... what do you have to say for your self. " Drake walked up next to the girl waiting for his command. Drako eyed the girl.

Stana closed her eyes and smiled, "If your looking for an excuse Sir, I have none. This time I have myself to blame, as in the past. But unlike sometimes in the past I actuly came when some one called."

Labrynth looked around.

Master Arca, legendary Arcanian Jedi. Pioneer of the Battle Medidtation technique, his own building of schooling was long abandoned. But I find it to be quite a good vacation home.... After Boris and Morris fixed it up. But at least out here, with nobody around for kilometers, we'll be safely tucked away.

He pulled out two spades, and sat near a tree, waiting for the two to come out, hoping to high hell they were dressed.

The Mandalorian Frigate Ripper quietly orbited the rally point for the DSA 5th Fleet, a plethora of tasteless droid ships around it. She was a Nebulon-B Mark 2, and her sleek form did not betray her deadly purpose or her renowned crew. It was just another vessel in the DSA fleet. There was a problem onboard the Ripper however. One of the ship's marines had turned up dead, fatally slashed with a Vibroblade.

The vessel's medic had summoned the captain to observe the wound, which had cleanly severed the spinal column, and had subsequently died instantly. The assault had obviously been performed by an expert. Someone more skilled that any Mandalorian that the Medic had ever seen, except for perhaps Novara. The Captain, Traxan, was the second in command of the mandalorians. He walked into medbay at a brisk pace, obviously annoyed by the Medic taking him away from the impending battle.

"You should take a look at this, sir," Said the medic, gesturing at the corpse on the table. Traxan walked forward, his scar covered face in a grimace. It took several seconds for him to find the entry wound, even after a lifetime of warfare. Traxan let go a whistle and said, "Whoever did that is an expert...I haven't seen a murder that well done in a long time."

A barely noticeable whisper seemed to say "Thank you."

In that instant both men were dead.

A wraith had stepped out of the shadows, and in one smooth motion, drew a Vibroknife with his Right hand, plunging the weapon into the back of the medic, cleanly seperated the 7th and 8th Lumbar Vertebrae, and at the same time punching his left into the neck of Traxan, launching a tiny dart filled with Themfar malkite into his neck. The toxin did it's work in 10 seconds, full paralysis setting in nigh instantaneously. The Mandalorian's didn't even see their killer.

Tal'dras Seraphim, Reaper of Life, Jester of Death, quietly removed the blade from the Medic's back, supporting his topple to the ground, so it made no noise. He took a sample of the Themfar laced blood, proof of death, for the New Republic Contract Then he removed the dart, quickly injecting a nullifier in so the poison can't be traced. Next he took Traxan's trademark Heavy Blaster Pistol.

Then, wrapping his Camoleoline cloak about him he strode purposefully from the room, quietly tapping a button on his gauntlet. The Detonite Tape he'd placed nearly a week ago, when he'd first infiltrated the Ripper, destroying her upper portside engine, and spreading fires across the vessel. Smiling a smile that few had seen and lived to tell about underneath his camoleoline sash, Tal'dras walked calmly as the crew of the Frigate raged around him, avoiding all notice. He walked slowly, maintaining his sheath of stealth.

Then he got to the Docking bay.

There a trio of Mandalorian Marines stood guard. Sighing in resignation as they approached him, shouting "YOU! HALT!" Seraphim moved, hurling death. A pair of Rodian Repulsor Throwing Razors flew from his hands, while a Switch-Vibroblade hurtled in a seperate toss. It all seemed to meld together though, and in an instant, the Throwing Razor had seperated the flanking guards from their head, while the Switchblade had savaged the middle troopers primary arteries, spilling his lifeblood across the round as he collapsed, a gurgling wreck. The Repulsors flitted back to Tal'dras' hands, while he advanced to collect the Switchblade.

Smiling, the chaos on the ship only deepening as he triggered more explosives, further crippling the frigate. He made his way to the Equipment room in the hangar, he donned a space suit, and hurled himself out of the hangar. Then he activated a permacrete detonator, pulping the Hangar itself. Droid ships hurtled by him, thinking him a piece of debris. Tal'dras floated away from the dying vessel for several hours, getting out of the perimiter of the droids, before activating the Beckon Call in his armor.

The Void Dragon shot from it's hiding place, opening it's airlock. He slid in perfectly, taking off the space suit in a hearbeat. He shook out his long white hair as he moved into the cockpit. Quietly tapping the controls, he heard an annoyed screech from inside the ship. "Yes Dexter, I'm leaving before they can damage *my* ship," he yelled at his R9 unit, who was convinced that the Dragon was his. "Bring up your stored coordinates Dex," Tal'dras said, considering a place to go to ground, and reading the data that appeared, "hmmm...not Tatooine...not Shadda, Ord Mantell...yes...Set a course, dispersion manuever Echo." That meant that they would make several random microjumps to confuse pursuers, then head to Ord Mantell. The modified Huntress fighter shot away from the system, making photons look slow in their trip to Ord Mantell and a certain Bar with a certain drink that was calling his name.