THE GALAXY IS IN TURMOIL.
THE ALREADY SHAKY TREATY OF CORUSCANT IS BEING TESTED AGAINST ITS LIMITS WITH THE DISCOVERY OF AN INFAMOUS REPUBLIC MAXIMUM SECURITY PRISON KNOWN ONLY AS "THE TOMB".
RUMOR HAS IT THAT THE REPUBLIC HAS THE WORST OF THE WORST LOCKED UP INSIDE THIS ANCIENT PRISON, AMONGST SOME RATHER SUSPICIOUS EXPERIMENTS.
IF WORD GETS OUT, THE CRUMBLING CEASE FIRE BETWEEN THE TWO OPPOSING SIDES WOULD THREATEN TO BREAK INTO AN ALL OUT WAR.
BUT WHEN THE UNEXPECTED HAPPENS A TEAM OF UNLIKELY HEROES MUST BAND TOGETHER IN ORDER TO COMBAT A NEW BUT ANCIENT THREAT TO THE GALAXY....

CHAPTER ONE
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The Ancient Prison

"Centuries from now, the Galaxy would look back on this and laugh."






A great wall of ice stands proudly around craters of hot jungle, its jagged edges gleaming dangerously in the warm Belsavian sun. You could still hear its infrastructure crackling underneath its own weight from a mile away.

Underneath it all lies the wasted ruins of an infamous Republic prison, an entire network of tunnels caved in. Convicted criminals, Imperial liberators, and Republic soldiers alike remain trapped within this icy prison, with seemingly no way to escape. Most of them dread to know what lies beyond, others are itching to escape with a number of them heavily injured. It seems as if most if not all communications have been cut off, the last broadcasts being a collection of rather bothersome SOS messages.

The source of this disaster?
Unknown.

But it seeps of a dark power, sucking energy from the life force and terror of its denizens...causing madness to spread like wildfire. It won't be long until the madness spreads to the prison's inhabitants, and who knows what will happen then.

All they could do was hope...

Hope that someone was on their way to set them free. And even then, they all know that it's hopeless.

Something terrible had been released.

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One group of captured denizens, is a very unlikely group of people caged inside a closed off ward of prison cells. Each cell's containment fields were severely damaged by the impact of a sudden cave in, freeing much of the convicted prisoners, and thus creating chaos in its wake. The group of strangers have somehow outlasted the insanity, while a few of the inmates and guards resorted to killing eachother. It appears as if all the exits were blocked by rubble, the only hint of the outside world being a small rodent or two. Yet somehow they had held onto the hope that they would be rescued soon. Amongst them were a smuggler or two and a couple of rogue Jedi.

Deeper inside the prison's vaults, completely closed on from whatever chaos the inmates were creating were another group, consisting of only two people. They too were trapped, with a lift to the surface completely offline, they would have to circumnavigate the prison's vaults until they found working controls, or some other way to reach the surface since most of the computers themselves were damaged.

Moments before the twosome were forced to drive off hostile droids, which had turned on their masters before the Chiss could get the intel he needed. It was strange to be sure, for the droids to have such a sudden change in directive. It was almost as if something was controlling them.

Now they were inside what appeared to be a recreational area for a guards with a Republic trooper for company. A couple droids were still running about, targeting anything that moves, but so long they stayed behind the bartender's counter they should be safe...for now.

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Meanwhile reinforcements were on their way.

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~On Board "The Perfect Woman"~

What had been a so far "smooth sailing" ride towards Belsavis (as promised by the owner of the ship escorting the rescue team to the bi-polar planet) would soon be interrupted by a incoming call on the Holoterminal. Interestingly enough, it wouldn't be anything from the spotted planet that majestically rotated before them. The passengers of the Corellian XS freighter (which belongs the silver tongued Len Dorel) had, in fact, not received any transitions from the infamous planet at all. Not one signal, not one call for help. It was as if the entire planet has been silenced.

No, the transition came from the Jedi Council, who had personally requested this team of Jedi (plus one smuggler) to investigate an SOS signal coming from one of the war prisons stationed down there. The signal was growing faint, but there was still a few minutes until the Jedi would be completely devoid of off world communication. It was as if someone or something was attempting to jam their signal, so they would need to be quick.

~Imperial Shuttle, en route to touchdown~


A lone shuttle drew closer to the planet, only a few clicks behind some Republic freighter. If it were a warzone, and the right ship for that sort of thing, the shuttle pilot would try shooting it down, but then again shuttles aren't designed for that sort of thing. Instead the pilot tried hailing the freighter and, well, that didn't work either. That was what made the pilot nervous. Surprisingly enough this bothered the pilot more than the fact he was escorting two sith towards a highly fortified enemy prison. That had to be a first within the empire. If the pilot survived this encounter, he'd have to share this with his buddies at the imperial fleet later. But right now, he was desperately trying to reach the Imperial Command post on world, and that wasn't working either.

"Forgive me my lords, something appears to be jamming the signal." he announced his incompetence with hesitancy. He knew that any mistake warranted death in the eyes of sith. "I'm afraid we'll need to land blind. So..uh...you might want to grab hold of something."

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[The Perfect Woman: Eward Clipse- Sight for blind eyes.]
Eward admired the craft they were aboard, it was nicely facilitated. Though he strongly disagreed with their designated captain, it felt wrong for a group of well moralled jedi to have a lowdown, no good smuggler piloting them to a prison planet. Though however the force works in mysterious ways, perhaps there was good reason for the smuggler to be transporting them. However his services would not be needed soon as once they were on the surface this would be a council matter and he was in charge of this team, well half in charge with Snaffles being with him but he knew that the wise sage would usually agree with his judgements and then there was Jango, inexperienced but well meaning the Jawa jedi was useful in his own way but he definately needed authority to guide him and not let him stray to his emotions. "How quickly can you get us down there Dorel? We need that signal if we want to complete our mission." The jedi enquired the smuggler, his voice calm and collected but definately hinted urgency.

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-Lahn-
=Prison Ward=

Amongst the chaos that ensued after the release of the prisoners there could be heard a soft and somewhat jaunty tune being whistled from one of the cells. Whoever this person was didn't seem to be in a hurry to rush forth out of his newly opened cage, simply laying on his bed with his arms folded behind his head in a relaxed position. He seemed completely oblivious to the all of the violence that broke out from the prisoners and guards going at it with each other. The man seemed perfectly content laying there, tapping his foot to his little tune, and smiling wide at the open containment field. It didn't take too long before all of the noise and commotion of the riot calmed down, either moving elsewhere or dying out in the literal fashion. The man's whistling started to slow down along with the sounds of battle, steadily growing to a whisper soft as an eerie calm finally began to settle into his part of the prison. He immediately kicked his feet over the side of his bed and stood up with a wide stretch of his arms.

"Ahhhhh, freedom..." the man said with a bright smile on his face, cracking his neck slightly and performing a few calisthenics to loosen up his body. He seemed like a rather carefree man, rather cheerful to be in the situation despite the looming danger that was all around him. Lahn peeked his head out of his cell for the first time, looking at the carnage that had befallen the hallway and checking to see if there were any lingering threats around.

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~Savric : The Recreational area : ‘ Stuck in the middle with you…’ ~

“Well this is just splendid. How in hell did we get into this situation?!” His brown tattered robes had a few fresh burn holes, squatting with his back to the cold plasasteel bar looking at the unlit saber in his hand. He turned to his Chiss companion, looking to see if he had any kind of plan, “Well? Any idea how ou- These bots got out of control?” A stray shot exploded above the table ‘Damn them all to hell!’ He focused his mind and opened a palm to one of the bottles, it zipped quickly through the air towards his hand. CRACK Another shot lanced over, exploding the bottle above their heads “Well I’m glad they are fracking goods shots! NERF HERDERS!” he shouted over at the emotionless robots which were probably wandering over by now.

“What about you?” he gestured to the trooper with his lightsabers emitter shroud “Got any bright ideas?” Taking in a deep breath he tried to quiet his mind like he had so many times before ’Come on… calm down’Admittedly the blaster shots and the feeling of alcohol soaking into his now matted black hair made this task a little more difficult but after some coaxing it came. The sound died and his senses grew. He saw the cracks of reality appearing; now he began to look for some way out of this.

[Len Dorel]
[The Perfect Woman]

Len sipped from the cup of juma juice as he stared out the pilots view of his baby. A fine vintage He thought as the Jedi Eward prattled on in his ear. Something about this planet gave Len a bad feeling, and he had learned long ago to trust such a feeling....but the credits he was promised were too much to give up. "Relax Jedi, I thought your types were all about patience." He said before finishing off his juice and turning off auto pilot. Nothing about this job seemed right, no communication from the planet, no sign of security, and especially no answers from his "guests". Len activated the comlink for his ship to talk to the rest of his passengers. "This is your captain speaking, we have arrived at a lovely snowball you call a planet and hope you have enjoyed your flight, we will be entering the atmosphere shortly and encourage everyone to buckle up in case of impending fire from whoever the hell your here to fight."

[The Perfect Woman: Eward Clipse- "Games are for the dark side"]
Eward clips Dorel round the back of the head nearly making him spill his 'juma juice'. "This is no time for jokes Dorel, this is a vital mission and if you actually want those credits I suggest you take this seriously. We jedi may be known for patience but when it comes to something important we know speed can lead to a smooth outcome so just get us down there and no more silly quips." Eward was known for being rather strict when it came to his duty, Master Shatele had compared to him a bar of tempered steel. Strong and unwavering but also cold, though this was partly true Eward did have emotions it's just his training on Hoth made him hide it easily as emotions...get you killed.

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The perfect woman: Jango - "Work work work"

Jango was busy toying with his hand, the fingers twitched as a thin screwdriver poked at the circuitry. He always did this when he had nothing else to do. Tried to see if any bursts of inspiration would hit him while he checked up on the materials. His hand had been taken apart and thought over and rebuilt so many times by so many people that the only way something could go wrong with it on it's own now would be through simple aging of materials, but nonetheless, he checked it up on each journey. He grimaced as a minor shock ran up his arm and stopped until he was sure another bit of turbulence wouldn't appear. Another reason he did this was to practice his mechanics in uncomfortable situations. He glanced up for a moment at the com-link and sighed. He re-tightened a screw and flicked the casing shut before slipping the catch on and activating the security code. Paranoia was a good trait to have when concerning your limbs. He checked his seatbelt and put away his equipment in preparation for the landing, making sure all his pockets were closed also. Once he was sure he was securely strapped in, he crossed his legs, put his head down and put his arms over his head. After a moments concentration, he began to tap into the force, in order to begin using both force sight and farsight, no harm in trying to see what he could find, although that growing pit in his stomach would hinder his process in focusing his sight. It had been increasing as they got within range of the planet and Jango wasn't sure whether to put it down to nerves or something more. No matter, if there was any significant force threat, his masters would be much more competent in noticing it.

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“One day you wake up and realize the world can be conquered.”

{Recreational Area -- That Funny-sounding Chiss in Smelly Robes}

The Chiss visibly flinched as he saw the force-user bring a bottle over their heads. He quickly flicked his hood over his head and leaned forward as the rain of some random beverage washed over the three of them. He slowly tucked the hood back, his pointed, hooking nose twitching a bit. This drink had quite the funny scent. His thickly gloved fingers scratched at his chin a moment, thoughts racing through his mind.

On one hand, he had some quick ideas that could help them to overcome the last remaining couple of droids with relative ease. "...." But then he knew it might compromise his cover identity with this trooper around. So, he stayed in-character. "Why to you not be talking peace? Mayhaps them fellows would be to listening of attempts at peace and harmony!" His high pitch and butchered dialect flowed effortlessly as he stroked his fingers over his long, thick beard.

"Quickly!" He began shooing Savric and waving his hands at the Jedi. "Stand up and wave!" He had a wide smile that fully showcased his yellow and other variously-colored teeth. Savric would hopefully know better and realize standing would mean he'd be shot at right away. Which might actually have been what his Chiss partner was hoping he'd figure out.

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-Recreational Area, Drinks are on me. -

Joy. No it was simply perfect, what a peachy perfect little home away from home, a lovely cold, isolated and marvelously filled prison, housing so many happy customers. What more could you want? Well maybe a nice fire, something to warm up the bones, perhaps a better view from... let's say from a starship with it's broadside directed at this little frozen getaway... Heck maybe even a couple thermal detonators would do the trick! But no unfortunately, Valorian was stuck with two jolly fellows.

"This keeps getting better and better doesn't it...." He muttered under his breathe as a bottle was shot, it didn't help that the force user was trying to do something with it. Of all the places he had to be stationed on, it just had to be the prison that was in chaos. What luck did he have this week. Thankfully his helmet prevented any of the liquid and glass from obscuring his sight for long.

“What about you? Got any bright ideas."

"I'll go on a limb and assume that you won't appreciate my love for sarcasm, so I'll just hold my breath as my proper reply." He spoke through the helmet as another volley exploded against their cover, "But if you really want my honest opinion, let's try not to get shot for starters because that really would make things difficult, trust me, I know! And my next suggestion is to move to some better cover because this place while, terribly convenient for us, we don't really have a good view of our erstwhile attackers, who I'm undoubtedly sure would just love to hug us right at this moment."

The other occupant of the cover, a Chiss, spoke up; suggesting that the force user to offer a peaceful solution, "Hey that's a good idea, though I don't remember the last time droids where willing to listen to peace talks... well at least ones apparently commanded to go and blast away at a target, which by the way, happens to be us. But who knows let's give it a try." Valorian's voice was steady given the circumstances but he was definitely not in a good mood right now.

He gave a small cough before shouting out in a surprisingly happy and friendly voice, "Oh yooowooooh, hey guys, why don't we all just calm down and let bygones be bygones? You know, just sit down, talk at a nice table, maybe even share a drink or two? What do you guys say?" Course the moment those droids give him a chance he was planning on returning the favor. He wasn't really expect a friendly acceptance... No he expected a heated debate with blasters.....

[Len Dorel]
[The Perfect Woman]


Len laughed softly "And here I thought we were becoming such good friends." Len said as he looked back at his astromech droid "T8, any sign of...well anything?" His little droid turned towards Len from the console it was currently at. "Beeeeeoop...." Len knew that sound, something wasn't right about all this silence. He began the reentry into the atmosphere, taking every precaution he could. The shields were up but that didn't make the feeling in the back of Len's mind go away. "I don't like this Jedi...whenever things are this quiet, there's always something bad waiting ahead." Len broke through the clouds, coming closer to their destination.

The sarcasm (and his Chiss ally’s very strange reply) went unanswered for a few seconds, the now wet and angry looking Jedi lost in thought and his focus on trying to see what he needed.
” move... better cover”
At once his eyes focused with a new light as the shatterpoint revealed itself, “BRILLANT” He shouted pointing at the trooper with his sabre. He readjusted his position and put his hand flush to the bar, letting the force pour into the object. Multiple loud snaps rang across the room, A noise that plastasteel should defiantly not make as the braces that held the bar down and together shattered into millions of pieces. The bar in its entirety folded into a flat 4ft wall as the top folded out to meet the piece they were previously hid behind, as if pressed to shape by gigantic pliers.

“You wanted better cover.. how about mobile cover?” The jedi grinned almost manically, holding the bar now with the force alone aloft in front of them.”Lets move forwards and get rid of our new friends shall we..” with that he began to walk towards the source of the incoming blaster rounds, hails of which were impacting on the other side of his rudimentary shield.

{Recreation Area -- The Chiss}

The blue man began to visibly twitch as he felt his thus far cover and favorite thing to lean against begin moving and shaking. He fell back as it ripped from the floor, his red eyes going wide for a moment. He rolled over, placing the Jedi in front of him as the force user created a new barrier for them. He didn't really want to get shot up while his ally was in the middle of his origami practice or anything like that.

Wouldn't that just be a lovely end to such a fine day?

"... Excuse to the question, but why not do that flicker and flippery that I've seen others use their..." He stopped to think of a suitable description, "laser sticks for? If you just keep the shots for hitting, they wouldn't hurt us, would it to not be?"

Ugh... The Chiss began regretting his words already... Though, he already did feel regret for picking his current disguise. I hope that other ally of mine is at least... Of course he isn't. He rolled his eyes while no one could see his face with Savric right in front of him. He reached a hand into his robe, finding a small tool he made sure was hidden earlier, then turned it on.

~~Meanwhile, not so far, far away~~

"YES, I AM, STUCK IN THE MIDDLE WITH YOU!" The oddly accented AI's voice sung while one of his mobile platforms floated along, bobbing and weaving in an odd dance to the song. "AND I AM WONDERING WHAT IT IS I SHOULD DO?"

A small light began to flicker as the song cut from the ship's intercom, the drone turning to look at the console. "... Of course he would have to interrupt as the song was getting good... Oh well." The video display on the drone flickered a moment as an emoticon flashed of a weeping face. "Let us see what he... Wait, there is no message. WHY DID HE CALL ME!?" A new emoticon flashed onto the drone of the letters 'D' and 'X' in bold interface.

"Wait... Why is my comm signal being... Oh. This must be his dilemma." A large exclamation point flickered onto the drone's screen. "Indeed, my mute compatriot. But I can use this... With a few tweaks, I can likewise use you to relay a jamming frequency for scanners." The drone flashed a basic smiley face before turning at the sound of something moving. It slowly panned up as a large, robotic arm on one of the ship's overhead rail systems reached out to grab the drone. The arm retracted and began heading off while the drone's expression changed to another crying image. This one a bit more cute. "Oh, fiddle sticks and snuggle puffs, you will be improved. For SCIENCE!"

Some few moments later, a small hatch on the hull of the ship opened. "Let us see... Yes, this would be a perfect spot." An odd sound began to emit from the hatch as some machine began revving up. "If only I had a face... And shades. I would make a very funny joke." The drone suddenly shot out of the opened hatch, flying out into the planet's atmosphere. "YEEAAHHHHHHHHHH!"

The drone began losing speed in low orbit until it came to a full stop, slowly floating around the planet. The screen went orange for a moment as letters began appearing onto the display. First came a large 'S' which was followed shortly by a large 'P'. Soon enough, the drone began to automatically emit a burst transmission. At first, the signal would seem like utter nonsense for anyone listening in an effort to locate and/or jam it. Who wouldn't think so when hearing the voice of some crazed, male AI singing off key? But then, most wouldn't have Imperial transmission codes to actually translate the song into the short message that was embedded into the signal. All while a secondary signal jammed any attempts to scan for the source of this odd commotion.

The various new antennae and small dishes on the drone's chassis were being put to great use. The final letter -- 'E' -- flashed over the drone's display before it went dark.

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~Gaelae Ubun Tracen: The Tomb; collapsed wing~

A Chiss, a trooper and a Jedi walk into a bar together, and there are these droids waiting for them. The joke died in the mind of the purple Twi’lek as she navigated her way through the seemingly endless hell-hole that was once her cell block. She was without her weapons, even her trusty, dusty stun baton, and had been left with no choice than to pilfer the blaster from a fallen security operative. It was not the first time she had stolen from someone, living or dead, but that did not mean it left her without a lump in the pit of her weasly criminal guts. Quite the opposite. The lump was there and so sizeable that, had she stopped to think about it, she might have mistaken it for signs of pregnancy. When had that happened? There was that one dishy Togruta on the last spice run.

She paused and took one hand off her stolen gun to slap herself hard on the forehead. She was sat, smack-bang-bugger-and-wallop in the middle of a slaughterhouse, fantasizing about somebody she had not even gotten to business with because the scum had gotten her too damn drunk to know her buns from her belt. The successive events were still blurry but the next clear image was a bloated slug of a judge sentencing her to life in the Tomb. Why did she keep getting pushed around by fat people? Her father, and Giradda the Hutt, maybe in a past life she had abused big people and this was some weird spiritual retribution? Well, nuts to that! Nobody, but nobody messes with Getaway Tracen, the Queen of the Smugglers, damn it!

A stray shot skimmed the flesh on the outermost edge of her left lekku, causing her to let out a shriek and dive low behind the wall of the nearest unoccupied cell. Gaelae cursed under her breath in her mother-tongue. Why did her species-specific assets have to be the most sensitive part of her body and on show all the fragging time!? Ow! Ow! Ow! OW! It hurts! When you were a slave, people liked to tug on the ol’ brain-worms, since they could get away with it by default. Boy, the last filth to have a go like that had been taught a serious lesson for it. After about a minute of this, she straightened her back against the wall, still hunkered down low, held the blaster tight against her chest, and then she slowly, cautiously, began to lean out, searching for an opening. The fighting had seen a significant decrease since the initial outbreak, but at the cost of there being a hell of a lot of corpses carpeting the wing from end-to-end, leaking pus and slime and blood and other foul bodily goo. She saw loose teeth and popped eyes and severed limbs and guts mushed to hot, sticky gravy, guards cooked inside their armour, men and women and otherwise inclined with their muscles fused by laser-heat.

Needless to say, she had to get out of there. See if anyone was still breathing and sane amid all the carnage. Unless somebody up there really likes me tonight, I think I might need back-up.

-Akrana Velris: On a shuttle piloted by an incompetant pilot-

The Sith Lord wrapped her fingers over the hilt of her lightsaber and let out a growl. Imperial pilots are trained to deal with situations like this are they not? Especially if they are escorting two sith to a mission. Originally she had no interest in going to Belsavis, but certain things can change a girl's mind. She never much enjoyed being a passenger instead of piloting her own vessel but orders were orders. Akrana shot an angry glare in the direction of the pilot, "Just land this damned thing," she growled under her breath not pulling her eyes from the pilot's direction.

As the increasingly incompetant pilot advised to grab a hold of something, Akrana did, holding onto a steel bar to brace herself, while her other hand kept her lightsaber ready. If something did happen that injured her then she would personally take the pilot's head off without a second thought. Then again, why not just kill him right now and try and pilot the shuttle down herself? Akrana shrugged at her own idea, it was a possibility, and if his idiocy grew further it'd become a more appealing possibility.

She looked across to the other sith that was accompanying her, wondering if they'd be trying to stab each other in the back their entire time. In most cases that's exactly what happened, as most sith seemed to take Akrana's 'condition' as a weakness only to find themselves on their knees and at her mercies. It would be refreshing if this one who had possibly been assigned the same task didn't think such thoughts, but such hopes often proved futile.

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Kikrosk Pokol Grisshet: About to rip off the head of a pilot and swallow it whole

During the whole ride to the god forsaken prison planet Kikrosk had been mumbling to himself for most of it, making sure as to not interact with the other Sith that accompanied him during the ride. He even made sure to obscure his face by keeping his mask on at all times. He was in a tight place for a person of his size and a argument fueled by his appearance was the last thing he needed. As if they weren't frequent enough among his fellow apprentices, the only difference being that he was in an unfavorable spot and the other sith seemed to be smaller and more agile. If a fight were to break out he'd rather it be on the planet, where he can use his more destructive and careless force powers without the risk of them all dying in the cold of space.

It was the pilot's incompetence however that sent Kikrosk's attempts to hold down his rage over the edge. Gripping his lightsaber in one claw he clenched his other into a fist and stood up as tall as he could. He began to stride over to the pilot and placed his claw on the top of the pilots seat, leering in as he began to yell "Let me get this straight, because of your incompetent skills at piloting you'd risk the safety of TWO of the emperor's finest soldiers. There will be no need for us to take any precautions, because as a so called 'trained' pilot of the empire you will land this thing so slow and gently onto the ground that it will make a doctor laying down a newborn infant inside of her first crib look like he's smashing her into a brick wall BY COMPARISON. Now do your only damn important job in your entire life and fly this ship straight and narrow or I will snap your neck in half so fast that your bone's won't make a sound.... Do I make myself clear?" Upon getting a answer he squeezes one of the pilots less vital organs with the force, nothing serious, but enough to warrant a quick burning hot shot of pain through him before releasing.

Kikrosk did not know the first thing about being a pilot, but as far as he knew he was the new captain and this was his ship. Done with his rant he occupied himself with staring out of the pilots viewing window and saying a stream of profane Dosh curses that would make any mother pause and cover the ears of her children in a semi quiet voice.

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For the king, For the king, For the sake of Skyrim. For the Nine, for the hope of High Hrothgar's pass, and for all of Sovngarde; Where the souls sing your song. For the king, For our King, who will guard Hrothgar! Dovahkiin, Dovahkiin, naal ok zin los vahriin, wah dein vokul mahfaeraak ahst vaal!
Ahrk fin norok paal graan, fod nust hon zindro zaan, Dovahkiin, fah hin kogaan mu draal!

-Recreational Area, moving out?-


"What's brilliant? What are yo-" Valorian started to say before he discovered what the man had in mind. Without so much of a warning their cover was now starting to move. Meaning conventional tactics had just been thrown out the window as did their safety.

The other occupant apparently wasn't too pleased either with the change of events, though the trooper had no idea why this Chiss was with them... or on this planet for that matter... He had to push those thoughts aside, first though he had to keep a sound mind on the current battle.

"When we're done cleaning the area, I'd like to have a word with you. Jedi." He said sourly as Valorian forced himself to a low position, he wasn't planning on getting hit by a stray bolt now that the cover became less reliable.
Keeping a steady pace with the force user, Valorian returned fire whenever he found it possible but wasn't too sure if his shots were hitting. Had he been in a better location with stationary cover he'd risk using T7 to scout but with the current situation...

”While my Form three is top notch my friend, I can’t protect all three of us with my saber alone.” The Jedi looked at his fellow agent with a shrug, ”And until I’ve mastered how to put up a telekinetic barrier I think this is probably the best solution…” They slowly walked the barrier, pushing tabkles and chairs out the way with ever increasing force. ”And of course Trooper, just when we get out of-”[/colour] He speech was cut short by the table impacting into something a lot heavier than a table or a chair Sarvic presumed he had run into one the rouge droids.

[color=#80BF40]”Last stop… Droid central” He grinned again, anyone would swore he was enjoying this. ”Let’s go deal with this the old fashioned way…” Without another word his lightsaber flashed into existence, its strange silver blade slightly longer than the usual for a knight. He rounded the corner of the cover to meet his enemy, all the time keeping the table aloft with his other hand.

-Lahn-
=Prison Ward=

The slightly odd man slowly emerged from his doorway, looking both ways down the hall cautiously while taking notice of the massive carnage that lay before him.
"Phweeew..." the man let out a soft whistle in amusement of how much could happen in such a short time. Seeing all of the dead bodies laying before him really did make him glad that he had decided to stay put inside of his cell until things died down a bit. It would have been utterly absurd for Lahn to have taken part in such a bloody battle without having at least six or seven lightsabers with him is what he thought. Lahn placed both of his hands into the pockets of his prison uniform, missing the roomy and silky feel of the traditional robes that he used to adorn.

He would need to make a run to the armory or wherever they kept all of his belongings before his escape, there were just too many of his prized possessions for him to even think about leaving any behind. The man's bright smile seemed to grow wider as he crept through the halls, tip-toeing in between corpses along the way. For the first time since he emerged the man finally spotted another living creature... female, purple, and Twi'lek. His grin widened even further, interaction with other living beings was always much more exciting than corpses, especially when they were female, purple, and a Twi'lek. In the direction that Gaelae was facing, she would have heard a few loud footsteps and some rustling around, as if there were someone walking towards her from that direction. What the girl would not have heard, was the approach of the grinning gray Jedi from behind her, obviously not the type of person who'd think twice about pranking someone who's holding a blaster in their hand. Lahn stealth fully moved his way closer until he was directly behind the Twi'lek girl, his left hand outstretched in the direction that the sounds were coming from. The man's smile dimmed somewhat and he folded his arms across his chest as he stood a few feet behind the girl.
"Pheeeww, Did you do all this? Impressive!" the man said out loud suddenly and with a loud whistle.

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~Gaelae Ubun Tracen: The Tomb, prison ward~

Gaelae did everything she could to mentally steel herself in the maw of carnage that the prison had become. She wheeled on through every practise she knew, visualised every corpse she bumped into as a log, every pool of gore she stepped in as a puddle of swamp-mud. It did nothing to calm her. She was becoming overwhelmed by the stench of charred meat around her, and the white heat of blaster-fire clung like residue. It was in her nose and mouth. She could actually taste death like it was a fruit, black and rotten and maggoty.

Don’t think about it, Tracen, she thought, just concentrate on where you need to be. Find your gear, and leg it straight back to the Merchant. Keep her head down and you’ll be fine. That’s the smuggler way.

Her foot fell on something that popped beneath her weight, and released sickly, yellowish liquid and gas. How Gaelae kept the contents of her belly from being disgorged all over the floor was anybody’s guess, especially as the rankness hooked itself behind her eyes and made them water.

She cursed quietly, and her voice came out thick and muffled. Then, the footsteps came. They were somewhere ahead of her, so Gaelae let instinct take over and raised her blaster, ready to blow a smoking hole out the back of the laser-brained frizzer who dared take her on. A voice spoke behind her. Gaelae gasped, twirled on her ankles and unintentionally launched a few droplets from the puddle she had trodden in towards Lahn.

“Did you do all this? Impressive!”

“What if I did?” she demanded, trying to sound more at ease in their situation than she really was. “All right, hands on your head, handsome.” She noted that he only appeared to have one eye, as he wore a strip of dark cloth over top of the other. “Any funny business and you’ll have to wear patches over both your eyes.”

-Lahn-
=Prison Ward=

A grin stretched across the man's face as the woman reacted to his voice, spinning defensively and aiming the blaster in his face. As the girl turned to face him, the man took a slight step backwards, avoiding the droplets of mystery goo that went flying in his direction from the sudden movements. Even with a blaster staring down at his eye the man's cheerful demeanor did not seem to falter one bit. He chuckled slightly at the girl's response, slowly raising his hands outwards and near his head as if to show her that he was willing to comply with her demands.

"Well if you did... that would make you a rather scary person who I wouldn't want to even dream of crossing, right?" the man said, his smile still showing that even in a situation like this he didn't seem too worried about anything. His attitude was certainly strange, in fact there were many things about the man that just seemed a bit off. He had a very calming and non-threatening presence about him, but for some reason his smile and attitude just seemed to be... forced. Lahn slowly rested both of his hands onto the top of his head, being sure not to make any sudden movements or funny business as per the female Twi'lek's request.
"Is there a search involved?" Lahn said jokingly, his smile widening even further.

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[The Perfect Woman - Snaffles Burrowroot - Waste Disposal Unit]

Snaffles sat within a single smelly cubical. It was dark, damp and quiet. He had eaten a large helping of mixed nuts prior to the voyage and experienced a bad stomach ache not long afterwards.
He meditated for the duration and once he was finished, he fumbled for the switch that would flush his "waste" into space.

He accidentally pressed the strongest flush setting with his clumsy paw and all of a sudden the gaping waste tube widened and began to pull snaffles down with immense force. He snapped out of his meditative trance and scrambled to hold on to the entrance of the tube. He couldn't keep steady footing as the tube itself was way too slippery and he was slowly losing his grip.

Snaffles closed his beady eyes and began to focus his power on the cubical door and started to pull it open with the force. It rattled violently as it was locked till the lock broke and the door swung towards him. He opened his eyes and with all his strength, reached towards it. He grabbed the handle, pulled and kicked off at the sides of the unit till he was out. The unit instantly slammed behind him, nearly taking the tip of his fuzzy tail off.

He knelt beside the door, his robes covered in a smelly mixture of faeces and other waste...
He straightened up and grudgingly began to wipe off the muck on his jedi attire.

Doruuk.

Doruuk sat in his cell thinking, wondering, what happened? all the planning, all the cautious moving was it for nothing? It had been at least 5 or so months since his imprisonment, it had been so long since he had seen sunlight ha had almost forgotten what it looked like, or at least what the force made it appear to look like.Then the field shut off but there was nothing out there for him, even f he escaped the prison were would he go? "I need to find my things first,then I'll try to call a few favors in for a quick pickup. One problem, you don't know where they keep the weapons or where that place is. Outside all had become almost completely silent, Doruuk crept outside slowly peering both ways before creeping out to one of the guards bodies,picking up the blaster he'd been carrying he winced at the loud voice that said

...Impressive!

He instantly realized it was about twenty meters away due north, he looked at his new eapon and sighed, not as good as my saber, but it will make a good temporary replacement unfortunately for him he had no experience with blasters and as he picked it up he aimed at himself andaccidentl while looking it over, and after realizing he had only grazed the tip of his hair he had come to a stronger realization, whoever was over there had heard him, and in a prison like this ,you can't assume anything, especially that ANYONE wouldn't attack you wit the slightest advantage even moreso with control gone.

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I got friends on the other side ~

~Gaelae Ubun Tracen: The Tomb, collapsed wing~

Gaelae allowed herself a tiny smile in response to the stranger’s question. She moved cautiously towards him, never lowering the weapon even an inch. Once she got in range of him, she took one hand off the blaster’s grip to pat him down. Nothing. Well, in all honesty, she knew the type who would take the opportunity to jump her, and this scruffy specimen did not fit the bill. His body language was all wrong. His demeanour was much too relaxed, while a potential antagonist would be at least partially tense and waiting for an opening to disarm her. Still, if she considered herself amongst those who had not succumbed to mania, then why could there not be others as fortunate?

“All right, you might’ve saved yourself a nice big gap in your brains, hon,” she said, but before she had a chance to continue, the sound of a weapon going off reverberated off the walls. Startled, Gaelae turned around so fast the edge of her lekku bumped lightly against Lahn. She failed to consider that important. “The frotz was that?” she let out in a blend of a harsh whisper and a surprised hiss, and trained her weapon’s sights in what she guessed to be the general direction of the noise, approximately to the south of where she and Lahn were standing.

[Len Dorel]

[The Perfect Woman]

As Len flew the ship closer to its destination, the feeling of something wrong itched at the back of his mind more and more. "T8 make the shields are up, I dont want any surprises." he said, looking over his shoulder at the little droid. The weather on the planets snowy frontier made for less then favorable conditions but Len's Woman felt like an extension of himself. "There's at least going to be friends of yours to greet us when we land, right Jedi? I just had my babies paint job touched up back at the spaceport." he said, just as the prison came in to view out in the distance.

The site of the far off facility only made that bad feeling in the back of his mind worse. I should have asked for more credits... he thought as he activated the ships comlink again. "Prison facility is in sight, should be about five to ten minutes and we will be preparing to land." He checked to make sure the shields were up and despite finding that they were, he sighed. He always hated this feeling, thinking something bad is about to happen with no way to know what...but there was no turning back now, so he kept course for the facility and what was hopefully to be a regular drop off.

-Lahn-
=Prison Ward=

The corner of Lahn's mouth curled upwards slightly in response to Gaelae's reaction to his question. It was good to have a nice sense of humor at all times, even while someone could potentially do you some serious harm. He stayed perfectly still with the female Twi'lek conducted her search, hands still firmly placed upon his head to avoid making any suspicious movements. The man's eyes lifted away from the woman and drifted down the hallway for a brief moment, but then settled back down onto the woman who was now feeling him up for possible threats. Lahn's reaction to the blaster going off in the hallway was quick, almost too quick for someone who didn't see it coming or had some kind of sixth sense about danger.

He immediately crouched down and ducked into cover within one of the nearby jail cells, so quickly that the woman's lekku was barely able to graze up against him. The expression on the man's face hadn't changed, in fact it still seemed as if he were enjoying the thrill of potential danger. Lahn's hands stayed perfectly glued upon his head for this whole incident, after all he still didn't want another hole in his head from the Twi'lek.
"There's someone else here, looks like you missed a few people." the man said with a slight chuckle, he couldn't resist another chance to poke a little fun at the female Twi'Lek. Even for a force sensitive like Doruuk, if he was able to have seen Lahn before he dove into cover, he wouldn't have been able to sense him. In fact, it was as if the man had almost no presence whatsoever, at least in regards to the force.

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