[b][center]Korriban Intermission,
Andrea's Sanctum[/center][/b]

She was sitting in the middle of her sanctum, to be specific the holocron vault of her personal and private retreat of the academy. Her eyes closed as she listened to the whispers of long dead voices that belonged to practitioners of the force of a age long past. She could not focus however, she willed herself to listen, to seek out hints of force techniques the voices whispered about she could take as her own but the concentration she required for that task was simply not there.

At first she thought it was because of the rancid smell that still lingered upon them, that swamp planet really had made the holocrons reek and no amount of scrubbing seemed to remove the smell. That or it was due of the stink of jedi, the one who had brought them to that world had been a jedi after all. Or at least that is what she had guessed. She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, rubbing her eyes as she got out of her meditation trance, irritated and annoyed with her lack of results.

She took a deep breath and then froze, now that she was no longer meditating or focusing her efforts on the holocrons she felt.... danger.

With a curse she ducked and rolled, just in time for the makeshift cudgel, that for the fleeting image she got belonged to the leg of a chair originally. Getting on her feet she snarled as she glanced around, filthy, dressed in rags and some suffering from various injured, some fresh and some years old. The one thing all these creatures that were surrounding her had in common was the hate in their eyes when they looked at her. "So..." She said slowly, surveying the scene, from a quick headcount it seems they were all out, all her prisoners... her test subjects. "Return to your cells and I will show mercy." She said casually and snapped her fingers, a spark of lightning dancing between her fingertips. "Persist in this foolish escape and revolt. And you all will die."

She saw of them falter, looking fearfully at each other, but she was inwardly cursing when she saw on of her favourite test subjects, a Wookiee whose pelt had almost entirely been burned off and one of its arms replaced with a diseased and boiled covered tentacle, let out a roar of defiance and charged her, which in turn seemed to embolden the others. "Fine! Then you all will perish!" She snarled and reached out her hands, summoning her rage at this intrusion at this audacity of her test subjects and let loose a barrage of lightning. The first target of her wrath, the wookiee faltered in his charge as she cooked the remaining flesh of his bones, leaving only a twitching pile of muscle and bones. She started to turn, unleashing blast after blast at the charging prisoners, she cut dozens of them down but it seemed a endless tide. Her earlier assumption was correction they indeed had all escaped, how was this possible!

With a curse she cut the flow of power to her hands, drawing and igniting her blade, cutting down a pair of humans she had fused together at the hip, next she decapitated a devaronian whose horns had mutated to antlers. She send a blast of lightning into a Twi'lek who got too close but it slammed into her as it was being cooked and brought her to the ground. She cursed as a angry mob of bodies jumped on top of her. She was vaguely aware of shouting and the sound of combat close by, if it was assistance it was coming too late.

She let out a howl of pain as one of the prisoners stabbed her with something, the pain flooding her senses, her emotions until all that remained was her will to survive, to live.

With a scream of rage and defiance she felt the force building up inside her and despite the press of bodies on top of her she stood up and flung bodies far and wide, tossing them away from her violently with waves of force telekinesis spreading outwards from her body. She watched them hit the walls, ceiling and other prisoners, hearing bones break and snap from the force of impact.

Panting from the effort it had taken her she went to one knee, taking deep breaths, watching as some of the prisoners started to stir and slowly get up but before they could get to their feet the sound of armoured boots got near and blasters were fired, along with the Sun Guard came a Twi'lek wielding two sabers twirling them around hear as she leaped and neatly bisected the last of the surviving prisoners. Making sure it was the last before she deactivated her sabers Hadzuska turned to her mistress, "Somehow I don't think you arranged to see me to deal with escaped prisoners, it seems it was fortunate I was early." Darth Hadzuska stated, a slight smirk on her lips, the smirk turning into a frown when she noticed Andrea clutching her side, blood on her hands. "You are wounded."

Grunting Andrea allowed the Sun Guard who was reaching for a medical kit upon hearing that to approach her. "A flesh wound. You came through the holding area to reach me, how did my prisoners escape?"

"No clue mistress, I came down to see several of them rushing towards me. I alerted the guards on the surface outside your chambers to come at once and proceeded to fight for my life." She blinked seeing her Mistress walk briskly away when the wound at her side was bandaged, "Mistress?"

She did not answer and just snarled, motioning for her disciple to follow her as she headed for the holding cell area. Cursing noting that indeed every cell was empty. All her test subjects and the surviving prisoners of the invasion force had all escaped and tried to kill her. Among the bodies she noticed a number of white robed figures, her acolytes, lab assistants. She went to them, the first three looked like they had been torn apart by the prisoners. The fourth she went to however, there was not a mark on him, nothing and his keys were gone. "Hadzuska, use your psychometry on this one. I want to know his last moments."

Her disciple had been following her, curious what her mistress was up to, snapping to attention when she gave her the command and went to the body, already molding the force to relive and see the last moments of the corpses past. She closed her eyes and shuddered as she touched the head and saw a set of blurry images, all random and spread over. "I See... his induction as one of your acolytes... your instructions to all of them... the handing of the keys to the cells. Feeding the prisoners.. arg!" She suddenly shouted reeling back, clutching at her throat and started coughing. "Frakking stars, he choked on the end, falling near the cell, the prisoner grabbing his keys." She wheezed out, remembering to breathe.

Her mistress had narrowed her eyes upon hearing how the lab assistant had died, looking at the corpse once more. "Choking huh... a perfectly healthy assistant, choked to death. Quite curious."

Hadzuska had gotten her breath back, looking at her mistress, noting the accusing tone in her voice. "A attempt on your life?" She glanced at the elevator and the ceiling as if to seek out a particular presence. "We currently have only one outside influence visiting, do you believe she-"

In response Andrea snorted and shook her head, "No, I don't think Azazel is responsible, and you won't tell her this happened. The main reason I do not believe it is her is simple, if she wanted me dead then she wouldn't have failed." She stated the simple fact. "No... if this was a assassination attempt and not a freak accident... then this was internal." She dusted her hands off and snorted. "Get some droids here to clean this mess, all the bodies to the incinerators." She said to the Sun Guard and then turned to Hadzuska, "Well this is not what I had in mind for meeting you but it can't be helped."

"I take it you have a new assignment for me?" The Twi'lek responded, eagerness evident in her voice.

"As much as I prefer you to stay close during these events, I think Azazel can handle what is to come, she will have support if she requires it and not only from me from the sound of it, even so I must attend to my own projects and plans after the sith meeting. You however, your find of the twins, are exquisite, I look forward to instruct them and mold them. I have a other task, I have need of a new operative, a bodyguard, someone who, perhaps sensitive to the force if you can find one but otherwise has no and will receive no further training. Trizz is a fine medic and soldier, but I also require the services of a operative who is... shall we say able to work alone or with a squad of stealth specialists in the field."

"I see... am I to leave at once?"

"Yes, is that a problem?" Andrea asked, her eyes narrowing.

"No, not at all mistress. Just.. .your transformation... this... accident or intention of harm towards you, does not sit well with me." Hadzuska stated honestly.

Andrea blinked and chuckled, "Well then, fear not I will keep my trusted disciples closer to my side from now on." She stretched and crooked her fingers. "And if someone tried to kill me, then I will find the fool and make sure their end is slow... and painful..."