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[JediMasterX]

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IC: All was calm within Master Triko. The ony sounds that echoed in side the vast sparring chambers of the Jedi Temple was the hum of his royal blue double bladed lightsaber and the slow rythemic breathes he took as he closed his eyes and meditated. in a low crouch. The force was flowing through his body as he awaited his opponet. The sparring grounds had been set up into a small section of Mos Eisely that had been deserted. Anyone looking in would assume that it was only Jedi Master Triko, but there were actually three other Jedi Knights in concealment.

Suddenly a trash been came flying towards him at extrodinary speeds through the air. It was heading straight towards him.

There is no emotion, there is peace.

The thought was a faint echo in his mind as his eyes snapped open, revealing a brilliant blue color to them that was equal to the color of his lightsaber. He held his double bladed lightsaber in his right hand and with his left he used the force to absorb the force wave used to push it and redirected it to where the flying dumpster flew over his head....towards the Twi'lek Jedi Knight that was in mid air above him with his lightsaber already out. The green skinned alienlanded on the trash can silently and used a force jump to jump towards the lone Jedi Master.

Jedi Master Triko knew that the Jedi Knight named Cars Plaxis was behind him. He heard the ruffling of the Knights robes in mid air as he flew towards him and he had long sensed his force aura.

There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.

Triko whipped around with the dual bladed lightsaber in both hands and swung from a crouched postition to a standing postiton. His blue lightsaber and the Twi'lek's Green lightsaber clashed with a quick flash of energy before Triko used the alien's momentum to his advantage by using all of his strength and the force to push his lightsaber upwards and send the alien over his head. Cars Plaxis rolled to a crouch with his green blade humming behind him. The Twi'Lek smiled and as soon as Triko had any time to grasp what was the meaning of this smile another Jedi Knight came running at full force speed behind Cars Plaxis. It was a human named Sam Frasis. He kicked up small bits of sand as he ran and used one footto step onto the Twi'Lek's back and jump into the air towards Master Triko.

There is no passion, there is serenity.

Triko was already gathering the force in his left hand before the Jedi had even jumped his fist was clenched tight as the force whirled around it, weaving in and out of his fingers. The Jedi was about 5 meters in front of him with his single blade yellow lightsaber raised above his head, preparing for a downward strike when Triko thrust out his left hand and opened it nd sent the force wave towards the Jedi Knight. The young man was throw back several meters into a stone wall with a loud thud. He fell to the sand unconcious face first.

There was a high pitched war cry behind him as the female Oma Rein came charging heind him. It was obvious that he emotions had gotten the besst of her. Triko could sense it as he turned and blocked the blow that she had thrown towards his back. She had done well in using the Force Concealment technique though, he had no idea where she was until now. He heard the hum of another lightsaber behind him being swung and he ducked under Cars Plaxis blade as the green energy swooshed over his head.

There is no chaos, there is harmony.

He spung back up and round house kicked the Twi'Lek in the cheek, sending him taking a few steps back. He folloed that with two quick jabs with his lightsaber in Oma's firection, she blocked them, but she lost ground as she had to take steps back or risk being hit ny the blade.

By this time the Twi'Lek had recoved in the brief seconds that had flown by and charged towards Master Triko from behind. Oma was standing in the doorway of a building and was in a low defensive stance. Triko knew she had no where to go and he quickly dove and rolled to his left. Cars Plaxis had no time to change his speed or direction since he was already using the force to enhance his speed and was moving too fast to avoid the collision he had with Oma. The two crashed to the ground of the small inn and before they could get up Triko was already standing over them with the edge of one end of his lightsaber pointing dangerously close to them. They could feel the heat that the blade gave off on their faces.

"There is no death, there is the Force" Triko said in a low voice as he deactivated his ligthsaber and holstered it at his side. He extended a hand to the two Jedi and helped them up.

""Master Triko, you handled us like we weren't even there. How did you do it?" Cars Plaxis said as he rubbed his soar jaw.

Triko blew the piece of hair out of his face and told them that they needed to rely on the force more instead of physical skill. He complimented Oma on her use of the Force Concealment technique. "Now both you you need to to go and help Sam over there and take him to the medical wing to get checked out, I hope he doesn't have a concussion." Triko said. Both of the Jedi Knights nodded and bowed to the Jedi, which he returned and sent them on their way. He walked out of the sparring grounds to a silver protocol droid who was standing there.

"Marvis, what was my time?" Triko asked. Marvis was a protocol droid that kept the sparring grounds clean with other protocol droids and make the nessecary changes to it. The Droid is also in charge of keeping track of the spars and had a list of every spare in it's memory core.

"3 minutes and 35 seconds. Sir, if you had done your meditating prior to this it is possible that you may have even sent a match record.

"Triko took off his robe, he was hot from all of the prior action. "I'm not here for the records, I'm here to better myself and my sparring students." Triko said as he fixed his thick brown hair in a mirror.

"I see, well I have a message that I was supposed to deliver to you after you spar was finished. The Jedi Council wishes to see you sir. They gave me no details about what it was for."

Triko was intrigued at what he was needed for, maybe it was something important since he had no arranged meeting set up with them. He grabbed his dark brown Jedi Master Robe and slipped it on. "Thank you Marvis" Triko said as he walked towards the blast door and on to the Jedi Council Chambers.

[Ra]

He's late

Marcus never enjoyed his visits to Tatooine, far to warm for his tastes. Then again, Marcus went where his quarry did and his current target had fled to Mos Eisely. A human named Bane Moloch thought he would be safe among the many smugglers and misanthropes who populated the space port.

Finally Marcus's informant reappeared from the small casino. The informant turned and walked off towards the markets. That was all Marcus needed to know, the signal was executed just as Marcus had requested. Now he knew Moloch was inside the casino and soon he would have his prize.

As Marcus entered the casino he soon saw his prey, Moloch was sitting in the lounge surrounded by female..companions. "Moloch, I'll let you decide how this happens." To which Moloch responded by diving to the floor and shouting for his men..

In moments the room exploded in blaster fire and violence. Half a dozen of Moloch's men opened fire upon the lone bounty hunter. Marcus dove behind the bar to cover, firing both blasters from the hip at the closest henchmen. He got lucky..one of the shots connected with the henchmen's leg and shattered his femur. Marcus was lucky, the bar keep had a carbine under the table. He opened fire and downed another two men..just 3 to go. Marcus croached, waited..and then rose firing two shots..another two men down. The last henchmen had moved to flank Marcus during the firefight and now moved on the bar..only to find a vibro-shiv now protruding out of his chest.

Moloch now made his bid for freedom, he bolted for the door. Marcus turned, tracked and fired a single shot through Moloch's knee. Moloch dropped in agony. "Shouldn't have run Moloch, but thanks for the fun". And with that Marcus's boot found Moloch's face..

Back on The Miranda Marcus saw the transmission heads up flashing. On screen one of his clients had left a message. Meet me on Coruscant, I think I may have a contract to interest you.

[Zeratul]

Aboard his current flagship, the Percolator, Darth Perfidious stood calmly within his practice chamber...

Unlike the weak Jedi, He knew that silent combat rarely happens... Battles are chaotic and unpredictable...
Therefore, his practice chambers were chaotic...

Peace is a lie, there is only passion.

He knew that remaining calm is foolish... only through passion and anger can the force be wielded fully...
Initiate program!

||Program Active ||
|| Artifical Gravity Randomized ||
|| Armed Prisoners Released ||
|| Objects Released ||
|| Timer Started ||

Excellent!

Through passion, I gain strength.

Darth Perfidious leapt up, activating his lightsaber and wrist-shield, landing on the shoulders of one armed prisoner
Prepare to die!
With a quick stab, He brought his lightsaber down, burning away the prisoner's spinal column...
leaping up again, he landed behind another prisoner, and hurled an hovering object at his victim, crushing its legs...

|| Gravity Direction Changed ||

With a quick twist, he leapt up, grabbing hold of another prisoner, draining its life and strength...

ahh... perfect!

Through strength, I gain power.

Using the force, he ran at unnatural speed, leaping from object to object, quickly getting to the new floor... running quickly on all four feet, he dispatched several more prisoners, tearing them limb from limb, slicing them apart, and crushing them with the randomly floating objects...

Through power, I gain victory.

With the power gained from draining the prisoner, he ran up the walls, knowing gravity to be severely weakened, dispatching the remaining prisoners, and cutting apart the remaining obstacles...

Through victory, my chains are broken.

|| All Prisoners Dispatched, Regular Gravity Restored ||

With a final leap, Darth Perfidious landed on the floor with all four feet, deactivating the lightsaber and shield...

The Force shall free me.

Ahh... Computer! Statistics for match!

|| Your practice session lasted 3 minutes and 13 seconds, and you dispatched nineteen armed prisoners ||

One of his feeble-minded underlings approached...

Master? We are approaching the coordinates you designated... shall we exit hyperspace?

Yes, you fool! Signal the fleet! We have arrived!

We shall exit Hyperspace close to the planet, so that the siege is established before they can flee...

Lord Tarjcul? Prepare to disable all ships leaving planet, as well as jamming communications... We do not want outside intervention... The sith shall bow to my will and rule, one world at a time!

"Yes, my master", answered lord Tarjcul. "It shall be done... Shall I prepare boarding parties?"

Yes, my young apprentice...

The Battle for Korriban has begun...

[bleedingblue]

sssssssss....

the sound of the airlock being broken aroused the large dark figure from his meditation, but he gave no signs of response. he stood perfectly still, in the center of the room, head bowed and arms in loose fold across his chest.
with a quick and fluid stream of movements, 11 soldiers entered the room accompanied by a robed figure.
jedi...
the jedi wore his hood down. Raz'Cal recognized the jedi, a knight he'd heard rumors of. aparently he was skilled in the art of the duel. one less question he had. he would see to these rumors.
the soldiers surrounded him quickly, forming a circle roughly 30feet across around him. each wielded a standard rifle, several bolstering vibroblades on their hips.
this should be fun
Raz'Cal, i've come to bring you to Coruscant to-
To judge me for my crimes, i have heard this all before jedi.
If that is what you feel is necessary, then it shall be, but not before we talk.
It is what i feel is inevitable. but if we are to talk, we are to talk alone.

That's a negative big boy. there's no way you're leaving my sight so long as i'm captain of this squad, regardless of what the jedi says. especially if your going to be on MY ship with MY soldiers.
wrong choice of words

in what seemed like an instant, Raz'Cal's robe was on the floor, exposing 4 muscular arms on a stocky torso. he was big for any race. he dwarfed even some wookies. the soldiers tightened their grips on their weapons, in preparation for the fight, but it was too
late.one of the large arms, one of the lower 2, shot out, pulling with a a lightsaber from his belt. the saber flew threw the air faster than seemed possible, impaling the captain through the chest.

OPEN FIR_ a soldier began to scream

but his words were cut short as another lightsaber pierced his neck. the room exploded in combat. blaster rounds fired in rapid succession from multiple angles towards the sith lord, but all seemed to bounce back.

Darth Raz'Cal had drawn two more of his unique lightsabers, connecting them to form a double-bladed lightsaber, which he now cycled between his 4 hands to deflect the claster fire. he sensed a very brief pause in the combat, but it was just long enough for him
to halt the spinning of the luminescent white blades of his double bladed saber in his upper left hand, recalling the two sabers he'd thrown with the force to begin the fight. as soon as one saber reached his bottom left hand, it was placed back on his hip. the
other, however, reached his upper right hand with the body of the captain still attatched. he could sense the end of the hilt had stuck in the body, he had thrown it just too hard.
what appeared to be a smile crossed his face

mymy, such an inconvenience you are. i suppose i should send you back to your master

he held tightly to the hilt of the blade and hurled the body towards the onrushing jedi. the jedi nimbly dodged the flying body and was soon locked in lightsaber combat with Raz'Cal.

the single blade moved at incredible speeds, countering and attacking the jedi, always on the offensive looking for holes in the jedi's defense. the jedi was his focus, the soldier were mere nuisances, but they were fun to toy with. however, a deflected bolt passed too closely to his foot, searing the skin slightly.

ENOUGH OF THIS!!! roared the sith lord.

with a quiet woosh, all the soldiers were thrown to the ground, knocked unconsious.

the jedi sensed that Raz'Cal had let out a burst of force energy and was now simply crushing the unconcious soldiers with the force, but it was all he could do to keep himself alive and deliver his message. his mission took precedence over all else.

within mere moments, all the soldiers dead, the fury of 3 blades and a sith blademaster easily overcame the outmatched jedi knight.

The jedi council insults me by sending a mere Knight to capture me! he said, standing over the jedi, the blade of the single-bladed lightsaber to the jedi's throat.

the jedi, however, did not cower nor beg. he simply spoke

Kill me if you will, Raz'Cal, but here my words first. i bear a message from The Council. They seek your audience.

They wish me to walk into their temple, surrounded by jedi, to hear their words? i shall fall for no such tricks young jedi knight.

They promise no harm will befall you, and you may leave at your discretion. But they say that what they have to say is of the upmost importance, to the galaxy and to you.

What is that is so important that i should risk my life?

I do not know. Only that never before has a sith lord been asked to something like this.

minutes of silence passed, the low-humming of the white lightsaber the only sound to be heard from the two. in an instant, the blade snapped off and Raz'Cal extended a hand to the jedi helping him to his feet.

Return to your masters, and bear my message well...

*just tell me if i do something wrong throughout the roleplay, suggestions are welcomed too *

[JediMasterX]

The vast Halls of the Jedi Temple were alive with activity. They echoed with footsteps, chatter, and machinery from the droids. Triko could see the Council Chamber doors and realised he wasn't the only one being called into the Chambers. And it appeared the only Jedi Masters were being called in.

There must be a problem.... a big problem Triko thought to himself. He walked by an older Jedi Padawan who was sitting not far away from the doors to the council chamber. He recognized the Chiss as Akadalyte, the Padawan of the Jedi Knight Jocasta Yullzah. Triko gave the Chiss a brief nod before he stepped through the Council Chamber doors and they hissed shut behind him and with a dull thud they locked.

The clicks of Jedi Master Triko's boots were the only noise in the whole chmabers since he was the last one in. He joined the rest of the Jedi Masters in the center of the semi circle of the Jedi Council.

"Glad you could join us Master Triko said Sharu Nun, a Rodian Jedi Master who was part of the council. Triko apologized for his lateness and explained that he had been sparring.

"The reason we have called all of the Jedi Masters into here is that the Council has sensed a great disturbance in the force." spoke Jedi Master Ikrit. Ikrit was a small Kushiban creatue that could walk on his hind legs or on all four. He was very furry and had long ears and his body was covered in white fur. He was no taller than a foot. However, what he lacked in size he made up with in his skill the the force. The chair he sat in seemed to engulf his small frame.

The Jedi Masters listened to what the council said, taking everything into mind. "We have no idea what is going on, but there is a large storm on the horizon, we expect that the Sith are behind this. We urge that you excercise caution when you are outside of the Temple and remember to ALWAYS rely on the Force. said Master Kaufeen, a Human on the Jedi COuncil. With that said they dismissed the Jedi Masters. Triko turned and was about to leave when Master Ikrit called him back. All of the other Jedi Masters were out of the chambers and it was just Triko all by himself left with the Council. "You know of the Chiss outside of the Council Chamber doors, do you not?" spoke Jedi Master Ikrit.

"Yes Master Ifrit, he is the Padawan of Jocasta Yullzah, why do you ask."

The council looked at each other for a moment before "As I am sure you know his Master has not returrned from Tatooine in over a month. We have sent two search parties out to look for him with no luck. We can not even pick up his signal with the force. It is almost as if he has disappeared. With that said we must train the one called Akadalyte. We have chosen you, Jedi Master Triko, to be his new Master. said Sharu Nun.

Triko hadn't had a Padawan in years. His last Padawan had actually been over ten years ago.He let the thought sink in for a moment. He knew he could not refuse the Council nor fail them. "Thank you Masters, I accept the Chiss as my Padawan." Triko bowed tot he Council and exited through the chambers and saw that the Chiss was still sitting on the floor reading the book he held in his blue hands. Triko walked towards his new Padawan.

******

Red lights and warning sirens flashed everywhere on the bridge of the Infurious. The Frigate Class ship was on a patrol route around the planet Korribn where many Sith dwelt below. "STATUS!" barked out Obu Nabi, the ship's Captain.

"Sir, multiple ships ranging from Star Fighters to Capitol Ship class have dropped out of Hyperspace and in our sector. They hold no identification and are failing tohail us." hollered out a Sith Trooper who was furiously tapping on a computer he was looking at in the navigation section.

The captain knew thiswas an invaision, it had to be with that many ships. But were they foolish enough to invade the Sith Homeworld? "Retreat back to the Star Base, send a message to any ship in the sector to fall back there, we'll be able to put up a fight there. Also send a message to the ground forces. We'll beat back these invaders!"

[Ra]

Aboard The Miranda Moloch awoke and began to try and get himself out of trouble.."Marcus..Marcus..Marcus..took you awhile, you aren't losing a step are you?" Marcus turned and walked towards the holding cell he had set up, "There's been quite alot of commotion on Tatooine, tell me about it." Moloch sensed a chance to make a deal, his forte, "I think you might be interested to know..the Jedi seem to have lost one of their own and are quite worried. And I might just happen to know what happened.."

Marcus knew Jedi were formidable warriors and for one to be missing..was indeed a disturbing thought. Marcus returned to his ships pilot station and initiated a transmission to Coruscant..Moments later a Quermian appeared on screen and spoke, "Hello Marcus, I trust you received my transmission?" "Indeed Kindee, what exactly were you speaking of when you spoke of work on Coruscant?" "The Jedi have been quite active, recalling masters and holding council..one of my contacts mentioned a missing Jedi, Yullzah" "I'll be on Coruscant soon, there's one final task for me on Tatooine.."

Marcus now returned to the cell at the rear of his ship, "Moloch, tell me what you know and I'll be pretend..I didn't find you." Thoughts raced through Moloch's head, He'll not free me..or worse put me down for good.. He then spoke, "I think not Marcus, I have no assurance I'll be alive in a few minutes.." "True.."

Marcus now pulled one of his sidearms and pulled Moloch's hand out of the cell and pulled the trigger..Moloch cried in pain..now having only four fingers on his left hand. "Tell me Moloch, how many is this going to cost you?" On his knees Moloch summoned the courage to speak.."Enough! Bounty hunter..A small space port, north of Mos Eisley..I suggest you go there and I'm sure you can find something to..interest you.."

Moloch lay on the ground..watching The Miranda ascend and move to the North..

[JediMasterX]

Akadalyte bowed low to Triko when he stood up and Triko returned the bow. When he came up he noticed that the Chiss was about 5 inches taller than him. The bright red eyes were like red embers in a sea of blue skin. Triko sensed that his new Padawan was not that strong in the force, but was in no means weak in the force. If what the council said was true about the Sith, he knew he would have train the Padawan well in order to survive against an enemy who feared nothing and was blinded by rage and driven by the thought of destruction.

"Master Jedi, is there anything I can do for you this day?" Akadalyte said softly.

Triko tried to figure a good way to break the bad news to the young Chiss. All Padawan's held a deep friendship towards their Master. "Yes, come, walk with me." Triko said as he led the Padawan down one of the numerous halls of the Temple.

Triko rubbed the small stubles of hair on his chin as a sign of worry. He really did not want to be a bearer of bad news, but someone had to do. "Akadalyte, I'm afraid your Master is currently lost....we have no clue where he is. We've sent numerous search parties out for him on his last location of Tatooine and no one has any information on him. He has been missing for over a month. The Council has presummed that he is dead and....well they have assigned me as your new Master." Triko put his hand on the tall creature's shoulder as a sign of comfort.

[Zeratul]

Lord Tarjcul!

Launch the fighters!

Let us disable these petty vessels...

We do not wish to harm too many of our new ships...

Arm the directional EMP cannons!

As you wish, my master...

My special cargo should prove satisfying to the other sith... especially when I break her...

On that count... Take command of the bridge, lord Tarjcul... I shall make sure the prisoner is properly uncomfortable...

You are a skilled enough tactician to lead this siege...

Your will is my command, master!

Fighter Squadrons! go to entrapment positions!

Interdictors, engage the interdiction fields! No ships shall escape to hyperspace!

Fighters have launched, and interdiction fields are active, milord

Jam all communications! No word must get out about this siege!

Communications are jammed, lord Tarjcul!

Fire the EMPs!

~ ~ ~ ~

Let us pull in our new ships.... prepare the boarding parties and power up the tractor beams!

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Meanwhile, while the fleet surrounded the planet and captured the ships in orbit, Darth Perfidious went into the core of the ship, to the special detention cells...

Upon entering the cell, one could see a female hanging suspended by her legs in a forcefield...

Greetings, Master Jocasta... How do you feel?

Let me go, Sith! I have done nothing against your kind!

Ooh... Feisty! I like that! I like passionate Jedi!

*spits at Darth Perfidious*

Let your passion guide you, Jocasta! Let it strengthen you!
You of all people should know that peace is a lie... You have seen how little peace there is in the galaxy! You have seen how passionate the planets are when it comes to warfare.... There is only passion.

Let me down!
Give in to your anger... Let it strengthen you!
Only your passion can give you the strength you need to get down... Through this strength, you will gain power! Let you anger flow! The power of your anger will give you the victory you crave!

Yyyaaarghh!

Yes! I can feel your strength growing! The power of the dark side is helping you! Let it guide you! Give in to your passion! The power of the dark side will grant you the ability to break your chains!

I shall be free!!!!

*The force field flickers*

Excellent! Follow that path, and you will gain your freedom!

Nnnghh!

*Boom*
(The field generator blows up, spreading sparks in all directions)

You have learned your lessons well, Jocasta...
Welcome, to the dark side of the force...
It is good to see you finally embraced your destiny...

Peace is a lie; there is only passion.
Through passion, I gained strength.
Through strength, I gained power.
Through power, I gained victory.
Through victory, my chains have broken.
The Force has set me free!

*Kneels before the Sith master*

I am ready to serve, master Perfidious! What are your orders?

[JediMasterX]

As Triko placed his hand on the tall Chiss's broad shoulder he felt the rage building inside of Akadalyte. He sensed it even stronger since he was in physcial contact with his new Padawan. The rage was gone as soon as it came. He understood where the rage and pain came from and knew that it was understandable, however, he needed to learn that it wasn't the Jedi way.

"My new master....." He stuttered "I don't suppose there would be any chance of the council allowing me...us... to go in search of him?"

Before Triko could open his mouth he felt a brief but sharp disturbance in the force that caused him to close his eyes. It quickly turned into two and then three. They echoed across the Galaxy. He sensed pain. He sensed rage. And there was a new feeling. It was cloudy, unlike anything he had seen. It was dark, but yet light at the same time. He grimmaced at the thought of what was going on. Two of these events appeared to be linked and the other seemed to be confined to itself. He knew none of these were major on a galactic scale, but they were definetly something that appeared connected to the Jedi Order.

However as soon as the disturbances appeared they were gone. His eyes quickly snapped open. He looked around to see if anyone else had sensed it, but it was only himself and his Padawan in the hallway. He was sure the rest of the Jedi Masters had sensed it. He would have to report his findings to the council. He turned back to his padawan and hid the shock he had on his face and smiled.

"The Force will lead us to your Master when the time is right." It was a lesson his Padawan would have to learn. He would need to rely more on the force than his passion or his emotions.

With that said Triko turned and commanded his Padawan to follow him. He had some lessons he wanted to instruct his Padawan on through the Force and the art of weilding a lightsaber.

[Ra]

The Miranda landed outside a small cluster of buildings..

Marcus walked down the exit ramp of his ship and surveyed his surroundings. From what he could tell this was indeed a space port, with a handful of freighters spread across a small town and a number of buildings. Moloch had not been specific, so Marcus would have to do the usual pounding on doors and throwing money at informants..so tiring..

As he approached the largest building, what he assumed to be a hotel, he noticed 4 dark clad figures shadowing him..

Inside the building Marcus approached the bar and waved the bar keep over. "I'm looking for a Jedi.." "You and every other so called Jedi who has passed through here. And I'll tell you what I told them, yeah he stayed here, but he moved on quite some time ago." "I see, where did he move on to?" As he spoke Marcus slid credits toward the man, credits that would be a small fortune to him.. "I might not know, but your friends who just sat down do.."

Marcus turned from the bar and spotted the small dark clad men sitting at a table. They however now stood up and drew..lightsabers?! Marcus had never seen Jedi dress in robes or use..red blades?! This..is not good..

They seemed to move in slow motion, but each of the four now moved towards Marcus. With moments to react Marcus drew both pistols and fired..but his shots flew across the room deflected. This wasn't a fair fight, now Marcus threw his vibro-shiv..connecting one one of the dark clad figures necks, which sent him to the floor screaming as his blood sprayed on his companions. In that moment Marcus had reached the rear exit and was now on a balcony..

Behind the hotel there was a steep hill that ended at the bottom with a number of freighters docked. Not what I thought of as an exit.. Marcus now jumped and began to leap to nearby roof tops. As he turned 3 of the dark figures were shadowing him.. Damn they're fast.. Marcus kicked in the door on one buildings roofs. Now he couched and waited..soon one of the figures stuck his head inside the building..

Goodbye Marcus fired a single shot into his head and then dove back onto the roof firing at the two remaining. He got lucky..one shot hit one of his pursuers..leaving his arm hanging by stands at the elbow and another hit the lightsaber of the remaining pursuer. The last purser shouted in a language unknown to Marcus and charged..Finally a fair fight.. Marcus dropped and the punch soared to the right of his head, then he counted by grabbing the arm and forcing the elbow the wrong way. The man cried out and then Marcus brought his own elbow into the man's throat, ending the tiresome noise.

Marcus now went to see if the one he'd shot in the elbow still lived..but he had disappeared. Thats..strange Marcus now searched the other two and found a small piece of paper one on, covered with strange symbols. They reminded him of something he'd seen..on the Jedi Temple's exterior! No..they were similar but different from the Jedi symbols he'd seen. This is something worth holding on to

Marcus now followed the blood trail, intent on finding out where the last of his pursuers had gone..and just why they were attacking him in the first place..

[Zeratul]

Sensing the quick deaths through the force, Darth Perfidious muttered... It seems that someone, possibly the Jedi, are finally catching onto the trail I left behind when I captured you, Jocasta...
It is unfortunate for them, that they are too late now...
Yes, master... I do not need rescuing now... I presume we shall lay a trap for them?
The trap, has already been laid... I have left enough traces on the various worlds we have visitedsince your capture, so that even the Jedi will find them... But before the trap can be sprung, we will have to conquer this world...

Once that is complete, the trap can be readied... The Jedi will not be able to sense that you have come over to the dark side until it is too late... They are too ignorant of the force to sense such...

Let us go up to the bridge, and see how lord Tarjcul is doing with the siege... If he is done, then it may be time to initiate the next stage, and finish the trap...

As you wish, master...

the two sith walk up to the bridge, to see how things are progressing...

[bleedingblue]

Why- Raz'Cal began asking the flight crew of his ship, are we steering so far around Korriban? time is of the essence, and my actions will NOT be hindered by incompetent, disposable pilots.

M-My lord, we had p-planned to make a stop for resupply on Korriban itself, b-b-but all attempts to hail the planet have been jammed. there are n-n-no commmmmuninications in or or or out. replied his captain, stuttering in fear of delivering such news.

No communications... he had sensed a slight disturbance in the force but a few days ago, but it had seemed nothing of consequence, another fallen jedi, another disciple of the dark side. but never before had Korriban ever failed to return-hail his ship, regardless of the situation. something, or SOMEONE, else must be involved...

Set a course for Tatooine. Pass only as near as you must past Korriban before making the jump to hyperspace.

Y-Yes my lord!

a few short hours later, the door to his private chambers burst open to reveal a luitenant he recognized from the bridge. he also recognized the look on his face, fear. but he sensed he was not afraid of the formidable form standing in front of him, but something else.

My lord, we are preparing to make our jump to hyperspace, but there's something you MUST see...
What is your name, Luitenant?
My lord?
YOUR NAME!
Oh, yes my lord, my apologies. i am Luitenant Bowen, my lord.
Luitenant Bowen, you burst into my quarters unannounced, and deliver whats sure to be upsetting news to me. Are you a fool, Luitenant?
No, my lord, I-
Then do you not fear me?
Yes, my lord. said Bowen, kneeling.
Why is it you were sent to deliver this message? surely a lowly expendable private would be more suitable to upset me so...
My lord, i volunteered to deliver this news. It is not that i do not fear you, but...I...I just felt compelled to, I cannot explain it, my lord.
Finally, a suitable Captain for my ship...Raz'Cal muttered under his breather. Come, accompany to the bridge so i may see what it is that you risked your life for.

Looking out the viewports of The Cam'Dol, Raz'Cal could see the ships surrounding the planet.

It appears the sith are building and mobilizing an invasion fleet of substantial size, my lord. Luitenant Bowen said, in awe.
Do not address Lord Ra- began Captain Falls. But he was suddenly cut off by an unseen force.
Use your feeling, Luitenant. They served you well in delivering this news to me, so follow them now...
I...I SEE an invasion fleet, my lord, but I dont FEEL that everything is as it seems. Something is off, but i dont know what...
Very good, Captain Bowen. Take control of your crew and make the jump to hyperspace immediately. we have a date to keep on Tatooine...
YES, my lord!

Raz'Cal turned from the deck, walking to his quarters and without a motion collapsing his previous captain to the deck, dead. he could feel the ship making the jump to hyperspace, knowing full well what could happen in the coming years, especially with this new development...

[Magni]

Lord Tarjcul sat on the command bridge watching the battle. The Sith ships were easily disabled thanks to the Percolator's new EMP cannon. With a few minutes, the majority of the Sith fleet were without power, slowly orbiting Korriban.

These Sith are pathetic. They can't even mount a proper defense around their prized planet.

Just then, Tarjcul noticed a new ship arrive into the fray. The design appeared to be of Sith origin, but it had been extensively modified.

"Fire the EMP cannon at the new vessel."

Tarjcul could feel the Percolator launch the EMP, but just as it did, the unidentified ship launched into hyperspace. Tarjcul felt the presence of his master and another moving towards the bridge. When they arrived, Lord Tarjcul, dropped to one knee and placed a fist on the floor.

"My lord, the Sith fleet has been disabled. However, a new ship, Sith in origin but heavily modified, arrived on the scene and escaped to hyperspace before the EMP could launch."

[Zeratul]

Rise, Lord Tarjcul...

You have once again proven your skills... I want you to meet Jocasta Yullzah, former jedi master... She broke her chains mere minutes ago, using the full power of the force, rather than the limited spectrum of the Jedi... She is now a sith... She will help us capture more jedi, when they come in the hopes of freeing her...

Pull in the disabled ships and send out the boarding parties... We have prisoners to take, and knowledge to gain... Soon we will be ready to land the troops on the surface...

Master, what about the escaped ship?

It is of no concern... It will alert the republic, and lead the jedi straight to our trap... All it does, is save us work...

[Magni]

Tarjcul rises from the floor and looks a Jocasta in disgust, but his expression is hidden behind his Mandalorian mask. He neither likes nor trusts the newly fallen Jedi. It took his Master only a month to break her, which is a short time for any Jedi Master to fall so completely to the dark side. Either she is weak, or she still maintains her Jedi loyalties.

"As you wish, my Master."

Tarjcul moves back to the control panel and punches in a few commands.

"Lieutenant, pull in the disabled ships and send in your boarding teams. I want those ships cleared as soon as possible. If any of the vessels resist the boarding, depressurize them."

"Right away, my lord."

When his commands are given, Tarjcul turns back to Darth Perfidious.

"Master, do you wish me to lead the ground teams in their assault or shall I stay here and prepare for the Jedi?"