[center][h1][color=a0410d][u][b]TARAK[/b][/u][/color][/h1][/center] Transition was boring. The act of travel, in [i]any[/i] sense, was singularly-devoted towards arriving at a destination in which something of value may transpire. Without diversion, the mind goes to places unpleasant, as it would rather be anywhere other than [i]here[/i]. It was only natural. This ship of his, the Cleaving Tusk, had neither diversion nor any intention of such a frivolous activity to be engaged in the first place. Spend his time focused on a waste of time during which his time was already used in getting to the place where his focus would rather be? He'd rather sleep. In fact, that [i]is[/i] what he did. The cockpit did little more than accommodate pilot in the basic of ways, and so the large Zabrak simply sat, arms crossed and apparently asleep to retain more energy for when he was arrived. It was only when he jumped in that he became more active, yellow-orange eyes snapping open. The smallish black craft had dropped out of hyperspace on the fringe of Coruscant's System, and as expected, what it would find there was a case of the planet being guarded by Imperial forces - ISDs with possible Interdictor craft that would've stalled an approach by hyperspace, anyway. - and...while he did not spot the opposing fleet of the Republic in the system at all...you didn't need the Force to figure out that they were waiting for their time to strike. Still, even if they [i]were[/i] around, Tarak needed not worry much about detection yet. Not to say that the craft was [i]invisible[/i], but the Cleaving Tusk was something around the size of a long-range fighter, alone, and colored black. It would register on any scopes that were looking for anything significant, but he'd only be staying in range long enough to know they were there, and he wouldn't be large enough to be of importance. Not unless either thought he was a recon ship, in which case the chase after him might become more interesting later, but for now...he had his instructions. Upon assessing the basic situation, he was to make make contact with his Master. Tarak operated the holocomm... [center][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IVageTGZa88[/youtube][/center] As opposed to a cloaked or hooded figure, as one might expect, the figure that appeared in the image was that of an undisguised man who looked like he might be in some sort of uniform. Sadly, you couldn't tell what kind or see his face because the picture was blurred at the source. Theoretically, anyone could be at the other end of it, but Tarak knew. He could feel it across the hyperwave, the chilling touch of the Force given off by the Sith who gave him life. [color=a0410d]"Master Diabolus..."[/color] [i][color=ed1c24]"Mr. Tarak... I trust you have assessed the situation with your own eyes?"[/color][/i] [color=a0410d]"I have."[/color] [i][color=ed1c24]"Your thoughts?"[/color][/i] [color=a0410d]"A battle is waiting to happen, though much of it will be in space, for a while."[/color] [i][color=ed1c24]"It is for such a purpose I designed that ship. Should it be required for combat, at least your vehicle of choice would be considered quality."[/color][/i] [color=a0410d]"Indeed. It is a pity the additions I wanted were not included."[/color] [i][color=ed1c24]"Vibroblading wings are not EXACTLY an efficient means of attack, Tarak. I shall see about an upgraded ship in due course, but in the meantime, you shall make planetfall and make Coruscant your battlegrounds. If there are any Jedi who wish to reclaim the planet, they will flock to this place, the sentimental fools. And if you find any Sith there bound by that outdated Rule of Two, no mercy. Sidious was a fool to cling to that notion and I WILL murder all who defy our purpose, especially with such pathetic reasonings hindering them."[/color][/i] Of course, having to kill a Sith who won't break with tradition WAS technically aiding in that tradition, but it was the Master's intention to wipe that notion out for the sake of the Dark Side's survival. There was only so much one could take, and the next generation needed to be guided [i]properly[/i]. [color=a0410d]"Will there be anything else?"[/color] [i][color=ed1c24]"No. You can appeal to the sitting ruler if you wish, perhaps put him in a position to grant certain resources in return for our favor, but otherwise exercise your will until desperation forces them to consider things OUR way..."[/color][/i] With nothing further to say, Tarak would take his ship to find a way to sneak on by into Coruscant's atmosphere, perhaps even undetected if he did so [i]well[/i]. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> [center][h1][color=f7941d][i][b]Singe[/b][/i][/color][/h1][/center] Transition was [i]fruitful[/i]. Corellian Freighters weren't much to look at, but they were spatious and had accommodations probably better than her own. Actually, hers weren't so bad, but it was the little things that you miss. For instance, the fact that the ship HAD a shower and that Goggles - Bless his little tubby self. - had no problems letting her use the ship's water supply for how ever long it took her to get properly clean was definitely a godsend. Of course, he insisted, due to his nose being offended, but it was still a decent gesture, all told. This said everything, really. How much she missed being around people, how much she had deprived herself, how much this change was necessary... But even as she relaxed and cleaned, Singe still could not remove that involuntary shudder from the incident, the water cascading over her, reminding the Slicer of her time in the bacta tank, back then. She couldn't see the old scar on her back, but she knew it was there. It was later, when Singe was dressed and back in her gear again, that she heard the clatter of something moving in the duct work. She was browsing the hypernet when this happened. There was no way that the Tynnan had vermin on this ship, 'cause he was small enough to [i]follow them[/i] into all the nooks and crannies, so- Wait, that's actually him, isn't it? This was soon confirmed by him attempting to make conversation. [b]"So uhh...since we got a while before we hit Nar Shaddaa, why the change?"[/b] [color=f7941d]"You're not [i]spying[/i] on me, are you?"[/color] [b]"Nah, nothin' like that. I'd lose a good client that way. I get curious, that's all."[/b] [color=f7941d]"I guess I can understand that."[/color] [b]"You ain't my type, if [i]that's[/i] what's bothering you."[/b] [color=f7941d]"I wouldn't think so."[/color] [b]"Yeah, so...answers?"[/b] [color=f7941d]"It's going to get harder to predict Imperial actions with the Empire fragmenting. I need to be closer to the action, now that they're hurting. In the meantime, I'm keeping my eyes open. I'm not really gonna be much of a talker for some hours."[/color] [b]"Alright, I'll leave you to it. Shouldn't be much longer a wait."[/b] More ductwork scampering was heard as Goggles left her area. His race could be so [i]strange[/i], sometimes...