[b]GM note:[/b] This is a nearly complete reconstruction from the old Guild.

[hider=First Post. Sundered Echo and Ellri]
[i]“Imagine… Imagine if we could restore the ancients, our red-skinned ancestors! Imagine, the purification of the Sith! Think of what we could accomplish as a united race! Not a single impure being among us, not even humans… Only the Purest of Sith! My work will unite the galaxy. Not only under the Empire, but as a single race. A superior race.”[/i]

Unidentified, robed person, seen through a distorted hologram: [i]“My lord, that idea is beyond my wildest dreams. I beg of you, You must do it!”[/i]

~| Elsewhere, some time later |~

Hooded person, seen through deeply encrypted holocall: [i]“You wish to do what?”[/i]

Darth Nyiss: [i]“Restore the pureblood race to its rightful place, my lord. It is my deepest wish. Grant me What I need, and I shall deliver or perish trying.”[/i]

Stranger: [i]“There is a plan in place, Darth Nyiss. A plan to see Coruscant Sacked. Our final effort to break the republic. Your plan can be incorporated onto that. You will have anything and anyone you need to do so. Capture enough Jedi to work with, then turn them to the dark side. If you should progress with the restoration, good. If not, then we will have more Sith to throw at the Jedi. Whom do you require for this task?”[/i]

Darth Nyiss: [i]“I need your lieutenant. And the Katherion captain. They will provide me with the rest of the crew list, my lord.”[/i]

Stranger: [i]“You presume much asking not only for my lieutenant, but for captain Katherion.”[/i]

Darth Nyiss: [i]“Yes, my lord.”[/i]

Stranger: [i]“The lieutenant has no task in progress. You may have her. Someone will be unhappy with you promoting the captain. Are you sure you want him?”[/i]

Darth Nyiss: [i]“Thank you. I am sure, my lord. He is the best suited man for it. I would have none other.”[/i]

Stranger: [i]“Very well. You shall have them both. And two vessels in addition to Katherion’s destroyer. Serve me well, and I shall reward you. Fail me, and this conversation never happened.”[/i]

Darth Nyiss: [i]“As always, my master.”[/i]

Stranger: [i]“Dismissed.”[/i]

The hologram flickers out, leaving the chamber dark.

~| Three hours later, aboard Terminus-class destroyer Ajak |~

Communications officer Alath Drea: [i]“Captain! Incoming call for you, class seven encryption!”[/i]

Captain Katherion: [i]“I will take it in my cabin. Forward it there and inform the caller it will be answered momentarily.”[/i]

Comm.off. Alath Drea: [i]“At once, captain.”[/i]

~| Within the Ajak captain’s cabin, less than two minutes later. |~

Darth Nyiss: [i]“Moff Katherion.”[/i]

Captain Katherion: [i]“Captain, my lord. Whom might you be?[/i]

Darth Nyiss: [i]“No. You are from now on Moff Katherion. I am Darth Nyiss. I have need of you and your skills.”[/i]

Moff Katherion: [i]“Thank you, Darth Nyiss. How do you need me?”[/i]

Darth Nyiss: [i]“Coruscant is going to be sacked soon. I have need of Jedi prisoners. You will get them for me. You will be provided with additional ships and any crew you request for this task, even as the Lords Malgus and Angral take care of the rest. They know your mission and will not interfere with it.”[/i]

Moff Katherion: [i]“Coruscant, sacked? How?”[/i]

Darth Nyiss: [i]“Do I need to explain how planets are sacked?”[/i]

Moff Katherion: [i]“No, of course not, my lord. I was but surprised. It shall be done. There is one name I will not do this without. I want Lieutenant Laval.”[/i]

Darth Nyiss: [i]“She has been requisitioned.”[/i]

Moff Katherion: [i]“You know me well. Thank you.”[/i]

Darth Nyiss: [i]"Of course. I am Sith. I know everything about you. Everything.”[/i]

Moff Katherion: [i]“I will forward my list of necessary crew to you.”[/i]

Darth Nyiss: [i]"Good. Dismissed.”[/i]

Hologram flickers out. The newly raised moff turns about, leaving the chamber and returning to the bridge.

Moff Katherion: [i]“Navigator Kain. Set course for Drommund Kaas. We have a job.”[/i]
Moff Katherion: [i]“Officer Drea. Transmit file 764-1398-Besh to the source of the holocall.”[/i]

Both: [i]“At once, captain.”[/i]
Moff Katherion: [i]“Captain no more. I have been promoted to Moff.”[/i]
Everyone on the bridge: [i]“Congratulations.” “It’s about time.” “You deserve this.”[/i]

~| The Sacking |~

 [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V2R57ZU2TF0]Deceived video[/url]

~| Within the smoking ruins of the temple |~

Darth Nyiss strode quickly through the rubble strewn halls of the soon to be demolished Jedi Temple on Coruscant. She'd been given an hour to round up any remaining survivors she could find for her project before the explosive charges in the temples lower structure were detonated, and she was determined to make full use of that time. It would have been far more pleasing to revel in the broken ruins that the temple was swiftly becoming, admiring the completeness of the victory that the Sith had achieved this day, but her work was too important. She couldn't interrupt a chance to find more subjects. She could sense the feeble Light Side aura's of several Jedi nearby, and as she rounded a corner the sources of those aura's came into sight. Two Jedi – an Ithorian and a Human.

Upon catching sight of Nyiss' red skin and Sith robes the Ithorian immediately leapt high into the air, propelling itself towards her with the Force, its blue bladed lightsaber raised above its head. Nyiss would have considered the scene quaint if she hadn't been on the receiving end. Instead, she raised her left hand and sent a burst of Force Lightning roiling towards the ugly alien Jedi. It was struck square in the chest, moving the lightsaber far too slowly to defend itself, and the force behind the lightning threw the Ithorian straight back into one of the few still standing pillars in the wide corridor even as it writhed in pain. Before it could fall, Nyiss used the Force to grab its body and pull it towards her, activating one of the violet blades on her Saberstaff as she did so. The moment the Ithorian got in range of her blade it was severed in two, unable to defend itself as she held its form still using the Force.

The human Jedi looked on in horror as she stepped over the two halves of the Ithorian, eventually activating his own blue lightsaber. Nyiss let this one close, engaging in a brief saber duel. He was clearly no match for her, but she honored him for a short time, countering every strike he made and making a few feints of her own. When she became bored of the flashing sabers, a quick flourish of her own weapon sent the Jedi's weapon high in the air, deactivating as it left his hand. Straight away she picked him by his neck with the Force, slowly choking him into unconsciousness as his legs dangled uselessly a foot off ground. He was perfect for her experiments.

~| Down, near temple emergency exit 17 |~

“Troopers, Warriors! Ready yourselves!” Lieutenant Allende Laval shouted. The Imperial Shock troopers and a large squad of Mandalorian Warriors obey her orders instantly. The soldiers, out of natural obedience of anyone visibly of Sith origins; the Mandalorians out of simple respect, a number of them having heard of her in the past, through mix of fact and rumor. Far above them, reverberating through the cityscape, could be heard the boom of the shuttle crashing into the main entrance.

Laval checked her command interface unit. It revealed the position of the ships of the fleet as they entered orbit. The unit was too simple to show anything more than capital ships and larger shuttles, but even that was an intricate web. Every piece was moving according to the plans. Nothing had been left to chance. Just the way she liked it.

[i]“They will arrive in two minutes and seventeen seconds. Subdue them however you feel necessary. No disintegrations.” This time, she did not shout. There was no need. Not one soldier or warrior uttered even a single word. They had all discarded the multihued garments used to conceal the truth about them as they made their way to the temple. Her troops had arrived in ones and twos over the past week, slowly moving towards this common location. They were the best soldiers available.

Exactly on time, the archway glowed brightly for a moment, then the segments making up the door slid out and apart. Gathered against the walls, none of the people running out noticed anything until it was far too late. They were too concerned with running. Signaling silently, they struck all at once. No more than two or three were Jedi, but the rest would make excellent slaves.

The silence of running feet was suddenly broken as the sound of several dozen stunners and countless darts filled the air. Not a single being outside the temple was hit less than twice. The flight turned about instantly. Without the need for orders, two thirds of her men ran towards the entrance, rushing inside and continuing the subjugation. The rest started securing the prisoners with shock collars and Mandalorian manacles. As the warships started their bombardment, a trio of shuttles, escorted by a wing of Interceptors, made their way down to their location. The prisoners would be transferred to these, with any suspected Jedi being transferred up to the Hâsk for processing.

Sure the job was being done, Laval made her way inside. She would not be satisfied merely having the job done by others. She asked nothing of her troops that she would not do herself. It did not take her long to find a candidate, for though most in this part of the temple were mere servants, not all were so. One in particular stood out, a human-like woman wielding a green-bladed lightsaber. She was busy fending off not only two imperial shock troopers but a large Mandalorian in a crimson-and-blue suit of armor.

Allende reached down, triggering her stealth belt. Though advanced, it was not so advanced as to be invisible to every sensor type. This particular model would not hide from the advanced imperial sensors provided to her soldiers, so the troopers would not shoot her by accident. She moved silently and slowly forward, approaching the Jedi from behind. Caught up in the battle as she was, the Jedi did not notice her approach. Laval’s hands shot forward, attaching the shock collar before the Jedi became aware of her presence.

As per its design, the collar triggered a massive, deliberating shock to its prisoner, making her collapse to the floor, unconscious. [i]“No time to play, men. Subdue them quickly.”[/i]

~| Later, upon the Prison ship Hâsk |~

Moff Absk Katherion stood in the hangar of the Hâsk, watching as the shuttles brought the unconscious Jedi aboard his new ship. He was uneasy about bringing so many of the enemies finest warriors aboard, despite the many precautions he’d taken, including but not limited to refitting much of the ships interior to hold them. One of the Sith Lords Darth Nyiss had assigned stood next to him to oversee the operation and provide security should anything go wrong. Jewel Namore if he remembered rightly, which he always did. He’d fought his fare share of Jedi during the war, and every part of him screamed at the wrongness of bringing a large group of them aboard.

[i]“You are uneasy with Darth Nyiss’ plan Moff Katherion?”[/i]

Jewel broke the silence, her otherworldly senses picking up on his emotions. She was of similar heritage to him, something he could respect, and of all the Sith Lords presently aboard she seemed the most respectable. time would tell if she maintained that honour.

[i]“Yes my Lord. I understand the wisdom of the plan, but I still feel wrong showing such mercy to our foes.”[/i]

It was an honest answer. He’d learnt long ago that lying to a Sith brought no benefit. They’d just know you were lying and punish you for it. Jewel didn’t answer, and though he was not Force-sensitive, he was sure he could feel her agreeing with his comment. Some of the ship’s troopers were unloading the unconscious Jedi, and Absk was surprised to see aliens among them. He’d thought they would have been exterminated instead of captured. It was bad enough to bring Jedi prisoners aboard a state-of-the-art prison ship, but bringing Alien Jedi? That was a heavy risk to take.

Each one was unceremoniously draped over a repulsorlift equipped stretcher and taken under heavy guard further into the ship. The Moff had been exacting in his refit specifications, and the single hangar was quite cut off from the prison block, a vital necessity in case of an escape attempt. He walked with the men, his Sith Lord escort following as well. No doubt her presence would both reassure the men and keep the Jedi subdued through the power of the Force. She was a tall, shapely woman with crimson hair, and the Moff might have considered her attractive had she not been Sith. It seemed to be his lot in life to find all the most beautiful women in orders that made them untouchable, but he’d found peace in that truth. It made things simpler.

They passed through a number of highly secured bulkheads, winding their way into the ship on a route longer than necessary. One could never be too careful when dealing with Jedi, any one of them could still be aware, even as they were bound. When they arrived at the cell block the prisoners were each taken to their respective cells, having been already assigned a cell by Darth Nyiss’ lesser Sith, the ones who had catalogued the Jedi on the way into orbit. It was satisfying to see them caged and helpless as the force fields that served as doors came online on each cell. The walls of the cells were Cortosis reinforced against Lightsabers, even though the Jedi had had their weapons taken from them. One of the ships marines carried a moderately sized reinforced box up to him and Jewel. It looked heavy, and as he opened it for the Moff he could see why. [i]“Are these all of their Lightsabers?”[/i] He asked the soldier. [i]“Yes commander.”[/i] He replied, his voice modulated by the helmet he was wearing.[i] “Very good. My Lord, what shall we do with them?”[/i] Absk said, turning to Jewel. She took one from the box, a curved handle marking it as the weapon of a Makashi duelist, and thumbed the activator switch. A vibrant purple blade formed from the hilt, and she swung it in a mockery of the Makashi salute before deactivating it. [i]“I’ll take this one. Send the rest to Darth Nyiss. She will decide what to do with them.”[/i] The soldier bowed slightly as he closed the box, before withdrawing and taking it to Nyiss’ quarters. Absk was happy to see the weapons go, and felt secure in the knowledge that the Lightsabers would be in one of the safest locations on the ship.

With the prisoner transfer complete, he walked purposefully away, eager to return to his bridge and be away from all the Force users. They were useful, but he still felt uneasy around them. You couldn’t hide anything from them, and he didn’t like to be looked at like he was transparent. Lord Namore could oversee the rest of the prisoners, his task was done for now.
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[url=http://student.umb.no/~henrgj/Aftermath/Hask/Cells%20001]Floor plan of Subdeck 1, port side[/url]

As key indicates, greenish is walls, typically thick durasteel. In the cells, this is reinforced with Cortosis.

The yellow bars are bulkhead doors. These are, by default, closed.
Red bars are Energy barriers. They are, by default, inactive.
Blue bars are Ray Shields. They are, by default, inactive.

Prisoners can trigger the red barrier for their own cells at will.
Sith can remotely and locally deactivate them using a specialized key. Doing so prevents reactivation by prisoner for thirty standard minutes.
All cells and cell common areas have surveillance equipment covering them, both visibly and subtly. Sith can access recordings as well as live reports.

[url=http://student.umb.no/%7Ehenrgj/Aftermath/Cell%20assignment%201]Starting Cell assigments[/url]
[url=http://student.umb.no/%7Ehenrgj/Aftermath/Hask/Cell%20assignment%202]Assignments after first move[/url]

[hider=2nd Post Silver Drake]
[b]Jedi Temple, Coruscant[/b]
Chaos. Pure, unbridled chaos. It was beautiful, like something experienced during the most primal meditation. Vanda Sakti strode confidently through the crumbling halls of the once imperious Jedi Temple. Bursts of blaster fire, screams, and the odd flash of a lightsaber punctuated the sound of battle resonating throughout Coruscant. The Togrutan licked her lips. It was beautiful. Around her, the troops of the Sith Empire flooded the halls, occasionally joined by other Sith, ominous in their robes of red and black. 

They'd arrived here in a flurry of dust, smoke and pain. Even now, the city was being terrorised. No, razed.

She herself was dressed in heavy robes, inscribed with rune patterns. Her lightsaber was in her hand, the curved hilt pressed firmly into her palm. Vanda could feel them all around her - the Jedi. They were panicked, and they were dying in numbers. Good. What had the Jedi ever done to her? These pious 'protectors' of the galaxy had left her to rot on the slave ships her whole life. They were ineffective, despite their moralistic bleating. If there was one thing that Vanda could not stand, it was an attitude of holier-than-thou. She diverted off suddenly, away from the main chamber, into a secondary corridor. 

The walls were crumbling, blaster burns pock-marking the architecture. A window at the end was smashed, revealing the chaos that was the city. Ships zapped backward and forward, Republic and Sith both. The young Togruta watched as one Republic ship careened off into a tall building, sending its peak tumbling off downward into the poorer areas of the planet, with a calamitous explosion and the sound of a thousand metal girders ripping at once. 

It was only the hard, horned montrals atop her head that alerted her to the Jedi behind her. She turned suddenly, lightsaber flashing into life. Its ruby blade illuminated the distinct white and red facial patterning that adorned her humanoid face. The Jedi could only have been a padawan, but she was only an Apprentice herself. He was a young human, probably from Alderaan by the look of him, with a mop of blond hair. His green lightsaber flashed into life as he adopted the opening pose of the Niman form, lightsaber held in low guard. Vanda likewise sprung into action, settling into the Makashi pose, lightsaber pointed behind her. She charged. 

There was a flash and a screaming crackle as the lightsabers connected. The padawan had blocked her strike, but the effort of it was showing on his face already. They danced the dance for a while yet, however, as the lightsabers flashed back and forth in the empty corridor as the battle raged all around them. The moderation of Niman was extremely good for defensive purposes, but this padawan would have to overcome the duelling superiority of Makashi if he wanted to defeat her. Finally, she had the padawan at the edge of the window. The drop loomed behind him. Vanda held her lightsaber up to his chest, her hand readying itself for a force push. 

He dropped the lightsaber, and as it tumbled into the depths of Coruscant from the window, he bowed to her; kneeling into submission. "Well done," She said softly, a smile gracing her red and white marked lips. 

***
[b]Aboard the Hâsk[/b]

The battle had been short-lived after she had captured the padawan. She and her fellows had escaped quickly after its conclusion, their new cargo of subdued Jedi in tow. It was a shame they had not captured a Jedi master. That would have been fun. She sat in her chambers aboard the ships, a glassy uplink to the ship's communication systems in front of her. She had volunteered to be one of the inquisitors when she had arrived on the ship, in order to extract valuable information from the Jedi and, hopefully, convince them that the dark side held many benefits to them. Which it did, in their present condition. 

Vanda had taken stock of her fellow Sith during the initial set-up of the Hâsk. She was surprised to find many of them decidedly non-human. There was an ugly Sith Lord that they called Sish, a Trandoshan. Vanda did not like Trandoshan. The Hutt had used them to keep his slaves in line, one way or the other. They were primal beasts, and this one seemed no different. Unfortunately, he was also one of her fellow inquisitors, it seemed. She wondered if there was going to be anything left of the Jedi when she got around to speaking to them personally. 

Vanda almost pitied them, for a moment. Almost. There were three humans also - two women and a man. She had not yet encountered them. Finally, there was their esteemed commander, Darth Nyiss, a pureblood Sith. Vanda had not spoken to her yet, but the thought of a pureblood Sith was enough to make her feel slightly excited. There was another pureblood too, Zanna. Vanda could feel her strength with the force just from being her around her.

She tapped her long fingers on the holo-screen in front of her, bringing up the cell configuration and lists of the Jedi that had been interred. One block contained purely humans. [i]That's no fun.[/i] She thought drily. The second block contained a human, a 'near-human', a Twi'lek and a Kaminoan. Vanda did not like the Twi'lek. They were odious creatures, slaves from disposition, and they seemed to enjoy it. They were common as slime in Hutt space, too, and about as dense as the average Hutt's backside. The Kaminoan interested her. She made a mental note to get to him before her other Sith tore him to shreds. The third chamber contained an Epicanthix, a Barabel and [i]another[/i] Twi'lek.

It seemed that Twi'lek were as hideously common amongst the Jedi as they were amongst the slave traders. The Epicanthix were human-enough to avoid too much focus for now it seemed, but a Barabel... they were dangerous. Big lizards. Vanda shrugged to herself. It wouldn't make too much sense for the Barabel to be singled out, since the Sith had a Trandoshan amongst them themselves, but it wouldn't be the strangest thing that had happened amongst these people. 

Vanda was wearing another set of heavy, large robes. These ones were purple, with red runes inscribed over them. She closed the holo-screen down and exited her room, the information regarding the captured Jedi fresh in her mind. They needed to be given a short while to breathe before she continued on and went and 'had a chat' with each of them. Her feet made nary a sound as she rustled down the metal corridors of the ship in her soft slippers. Her lightsaber was concealed under her robe. That was one of the first rules about the Sith - never let your guard down. Allegiances shift constantly, and while it was death to murder another Sith, accidents could and had happened before. Unfortunate accidents, that couldn't really be pinned on anyone specifically.

She reflected on the ship as he walker. It was comfortable enough, she supposed. Each of the Sith had been afforded their own chambers, and they themselves were not bad at all. The interior of the ship was decidedly bleak, but that seemed to be the idea of Sith decor. Besides, the dark sided interior design would be good for reducing Jedi morale. There was a window at the end of the corridor, facing out towards Coruscant. It was rather small in the distance now, but it was still easy to see the red and orange tinge that had replaced its normally cosy yellow glow. Vanda licked her lips again. It was stunning. 

The elevator took her swiftly down to the prison level. There was an area off from the cells, a large space filled with various instruments and seating areas. She acknowledged the guards keeping watch over the slumbering prisoners and seated herself at one of the tables in the room. She pulled her portable holo-deck from within her robes and began to tap away at it, looking into various knowledge about the Jedi that the Sith already had accumulated in their archives. Before she had left Korriban to begin with, she had made sure to upload information on the Jedi and Jedi-Sith and Jedi-Dark Jedi converts from the Sith Archives. Reading about them had been fascinating, and had given her some ideas about her dealings with the current lot. Besides, if they didn't want to convert, there was a hundred creative ways to squeeze every drop of information out of them and then end them poignantly. She wouldn't deny them a poignant end, at least. 

The smartest ones would convert at the first opportunity, the ones with a shred of intelligence would come over after their first 'session' with her fellow interrogators. And Vanda would be very persuasive - besides, after the inflictions that had been put upon them by her fellows, even the most pious and withered of Jedi Masters would be begging to convert.[/hider]
[hider=3rd Post AramisMedici]
[b][i]Jedi Temple, Coruscant[/i][/b]
[i]Calista had fully expected to go to war in a matter of days. Her promotion to Knighthood wasn't purely because of her skills and talents, but also because of necessity. Oh, she had endured and passed her Trials, it wasn't like she was exempted from those. But the costs of war made the demand rise for Jedi Knights, and they weren't going to send a Master and a Padawan together into war. So with a misty-eyed goodbye, Calista thanked her Master for all his guidance and lessons over the years, and bid him well and that the Force watched over him. It was the last time she ever saw him. 

Now, she was indeed in a war zone, but on a field that should have never been exposed to the horrors of war: a home, a place of meditation, a place of knowledge, a safe harbor to all: the Jedi Temple. Calista had managed to battle the Imperial troopers that had come at her this far, but she knew she couldn't resist forever. The Sith were probably not attacking just the Temple, and there was likely more than just these troopers. More troopers, and worse yet, Sith were probably roaming the halls and defiling them with every life they took. 

She snapped out of her thoughts to hear a chuck of the roof of the Temple falling--straight for an Apprentice. She gasped and quickly broke into a sprint, using the force to shove the boy out of the way before the rubble collapsed and fell into stone chunks. "Young One!"

"Calista! You're safe!" The child scrambled up and ran to Calista, who knelt down and gave him a hug. The debris from the collapse had throughly covered the boy's robes, and tear stains were evident on his face. "The Masters... The others... T-They're all..."

"I understand." She squeezed the boy again and managed a small smile. "All is not lost. We're still alive... There must be others. Come. We need to leave the Temple." With that she rose, drew her lightsaber, and pressed the activation switch. The purple blade would blossom out, and with the boy's hand in her's, she'd start running. "Come on!" 

They didn't make it too many steps, however, before a group of Troopers--four in all--had spotted them. Calista let go of the boy, and as they started firing, she began deflecting blaster bolts flying in their direction. "Go! Now!" She didn't turn to see if he ran: she had to focus on the troopers. It was difficult enough to take on multiple opponents. Her focus in those in front, however, left her blind to the fifth trooper who came up to her from behind and stuck a tranquilizer in her neck. Her free hand clutched her neck, her knees grew weak, and she fell to the floor, her light saber rolling out of her hand. The deafening sounds of conflict, screams, and destruction started fading into nothing. She didn't know if the boy she tried protecting would live.

The last thing she saw as her vision faded to darkness, was the sun, shining warmly over Coruscant and through the besieged Jedi Temple.[/i]

[b]Imperial Prison Ship Hâsk, Outside Coruscant[/b]

She woke with a start, her left hand darting towards her neck again, and right hand reaching blindly for her Lightsaber. Both her head and vision were swimming: she was throughly discombobulated, and probably hit her head while falling. She groaned and shut her eyes again to gain her bearings. She needed to assess injuries. Her left hand slowly slid up the length of her neck and gingerly felt for a bruise. She didn't sense one. Perhaps it was just her--ow. There it was, on the lower right part behind her head. She took a few deep breaths and frowned. [i]"The air... It's missing something. It smells... Clean."[/i] And what was she laying on? Wait. 

If she could smell, breathe, and feel, she was alive. Which means the troopers hadn't killed her. Ignoring the protests from her body, she forced herself to sit up and open her eyes to get a look at the room. 

Dark walls. The air was clean, but sterile. Imperial-styled design. She was onboard an Imperial ship. It made sense why her Lightsaber was missing. She was captured. 

[i]Captured[/i]

She took a deep breath to try and relax herself (and ignore the pang of loss she felt from no longer having her lightsaber), her legs pulling in towards her chest, which she hugged. Captured? Not killed? Why would they spare her? Was she a bargaining chip? No--one Jedi Knight on her own wouldn't suffice. There must be more. Maybe the boy she saved? 

She didn't feel like moving yet, so she wet her lips and called out, surprised at how hoarse she sounded. "Hello? Is anyone there? Is anyone awake?"[/hider]
[hider=4th Post Musketman]
[b]Jedi Temple, Coruscant[/b]
Burin and Karton walked up the marble path to the temple, "So you wanna come inside with me or stay out here?" asked Karton, looking around the pathway. "I'll stay out here, talking to a bunch of old, grumpy Jedi doesn't exactly sound fun." replied Burin, looking at his master, a grin on his face, Karton shrugged and said "It isn't that bad you know.". "No, master, I'm pretty sure it is." insisted Burin, Karton chuckled and walked towards the massive doors while Burin went to the railing on the side of the temple and looked over the city, it was beautiful, ships dotted the sky, and Burin tried to identify each type. He was stumped when he came to a gray looking one he didn't recognize, it looked like it just entered the atmosphere, oh well, Burin thought. He continued to enjoy the view when something was nagging him in the back of his head, he heard a lightsaber activate and blasters and then silence. Burin turned, looking in the direction the sounds have come from, then he walked towards it, reaching towards his lightsaber, then he sensed it. BOOM!

Burin was falling, five feet, ten feet, fifteen feet... He grabbed onto the first thing he touched, he heard screaming, blaster shots. He pulled himself over the rail, into some sort of cafe, tables were overturned and several people were on the ground, soldiers were shooting up the Cafe, Imperial Soldiers. Burin activated his lightsaber, when the troops heard this they looked over and his direction and started firing, Burin deflected these shots with his weapon, he pushed his hand forward and two tables flew at the mass of troops, sandwiching three or four soldiers between the wall and the tables. There were still four soldiers shooting at him, Burin hopped onto a table, jumped forward towards the soldiers using the force to propel him, he stretched out his foot and it made contact with a trooper's helmet, throwing him back into a counter, Burin pushed off his face into a backflip, slicing the next soldier's weapon in have and using the force to slam his head into the counter where the last soldier was unconscious. The last soldier fired his gun at Burin, who narrowly dodged it and plunged his saber into the soldier's chest. He hadn't meant to do it, just the heat of the battle. Burin pulled his lightsaber out of the soldier's body and watched him slump against an overturned table. He stared at the corpse for a couple of seconds before shaking his head, "Get a hold of yourself." he scolded himself, and proceeded through the door.

Burin emerged out of the store into an alley, lightsaber raised he moved up the stairs to his right and turned left to find about seventeen soldiers taking orders from a man in black robes, all of the soldiers heads turned towards Burin and the man in black turned around, he was human with a cruel face, he shouted at the soldiers "Kill him!", immediately Burin was bombarded by blaster shots, and while Burin was fending off the soldier, the Sith must have had second thoughts, using the force he leaped over all of the soldier's head and slammed into the ground, causing a shock wave to go towards Burin and everything went black.

[b]Aboard the Hâsk[/b]
Burin groaned and opened his eyes with difficulty, the first thing he noticed that he was in a steel cell, second thing he noticed was that his lightsaber was gone, there was a transparent door in front of him and beyond that was a sort of cylinder of cells. He looked around his cell, it was metal and had a very uncomfortable looking bed, he winced as he sat up and thought, Okay don't panic, what would Karton do? Meditate proba- he felt a surge of fear come over him, what had happened to him? What had made that explosion? It was only a couple of seconds he went in before everything exploded. He was overcome with a sense of rage. How could the Jedi let this happen? How could they be so unprepared, they were supposed to be the elite fighters of the galaxy and they were crushed! Including me, thought Burin, NO, said a voice in the back of his head, it is not your fault, you are not a defender of Coruscant, it is the Jedi's fault. Burin got more and more angry at the Jedi and even angrier at those who had probably escaped. Rage made him feel...powerful, as if nothing could stop him, for some reason he didn't completely hate the Sith as he did the Jedi, it was a war, they did what they could to win, if the Jedi were so elite, how come they were overthrown so quickly? He asked himself, he was furious at the Jedi and he now was getting even angrier at them for letting his master die.[/hider]
[hider=5th Post Ultimate523]
[u][b]Jedi Temple, Coruscant[/b][/u]

Deep in his meditation, Strago began to feel that something was wrong. The Force did not feel the way it typically did to him. Slowly, he opened his eyes, realising that nothing in his immediate area had changed. He slowly stood up, feeling the Dark Side moving toward him, not directly at him, but in far too large an amount to ignore. Only seconds later he heard several loud explosions, unable to believe what appeared to be going on. He looked around in total disbelief, unsure of whether, or not he was in a dream.

After a short amount of time that had felt far longer than it was, he walked out of his room, hearing noises in the distances. Blasters, screaming, lightsabers clashing. Somehow the Sith, and the Imperial Troopers were here. He was forced to deal with that reality, only able to walk slowly toward where he had heard the sound. He saw corpses on the ground, and decided to turn back, going into his room, hoping that somehow the Force would guide him in what to do. After many minutes later, the door was smashed in, and Strago slowly stood, looking at the Imperial troops. They commanded him to surrender immediately, and he simply stood still, which appeared to have made them quite afraid as they made comments reminding each other that he was a Jedi. He felt a strong urge to pull out his lightsaber, but decided it against it, feeling that the Force wanted him to be peaceful. He slowly raised his hands as non-threateningly as he could, and they rushed toward him, grabbing him more aggressively than needed, but with enough fear to not gpush it. Seconds later, Strago saw nothing, unconscious from some sort of tranquiliser.

[b][u]Hâsk Prison Ship[/u][/b]

Strago awoke, and quickly opened his eyes, but decided against moving much more. He looked around at everything slowly, seeing mostly metal, easily realising that this was some sort of Imperial cell after connecting it with what had happened prior to him waking up. It didn't feel like much time had passed, but he had no idea. He had never been unconscious this way before, and decided that he would not know how long it had been for certain. After slightly more thought, he rubbed his face, noticing that no significant amount of facial hair had grown, realising that he was right in his initial feeling. After several moments more, Strago began to sit up, not liking the feeling of the metal floor. He looked around more, seeing the entire cell, essentially just a bed, and a toilet. He moved toward the toilet, and took a piss, feeling the need to, hoping that the plumbing was working. He then moved over toward the bed, laying down on it. It was far from the best, but he was also used to that, finding it quite tolerable.

After several minutes of staring at the metal ceiling, his mind empty, he began to become slightly curious of what would happen next, and more importantly, what happened in Coruscant. Quickly deciding it would be useless to continue his thoughts, he began to properly meditate, hoping the Force would give him some sort of guidance for what to do, and perhaps somehow give him an idea of what would happen next.[/hider]
[hider=6th Post Rtron + Echo]
Zanna was pacing. She couldn't sit still, excitement thrumming through her. Finally! Proper test subjects, in proper test environments! No longer would she have to scrape by on non-force sensitives, or she would have to skulk in the shadows, watching for the effects of her mixtures. Now, she could actively see the effects with no chance of repercussion. Turning the Jedi was only second priority in her goals. They were much more valuable as test subjects rather than meat sacks. If she shattered their minds or killed them, so be it. There was more of them, and every failure was only a stepping stone on the path to success. Her robe let out a soft shh sound as she paced in the silence. Soon. Soon the attack would begin and she would be able to see the prisoners. After Coruscant was sacked and razed, there would be plenty she could experiment on...

A few hours later, she was watching excitedly as the battle raged out in front of her. Smoke rose from a multitude of areas as the planet was shelled. She could feel them dying, through the Force. Sith. Jedi. Primarily Jedi. But as they died, it was all the same. Pain, terror, and then nothing. Oblivion. It was...interesting. And, more than a little sad. She understood the need for their deaths, but all those test subjects...just gone. Not even giving her valuable input. Just, gone. It was...irritating. She'd have to make up for lost opportunities on the Jedi that were taken alive. It would be interesting to see all of their nightmares and nasty memories come to life before her eyes. She could probably even practice her mental manipulation while they were distracted, making up for the instances where her mixtures failed. 

Which was highly likely, at least until she managed to perfect it. Then the real experiments would begin. Primarily, finding the limits of the mind. The body had known limits. But the mind...that was a mysterious beast. And she planned to unlock all of it's secrets. Well, all of the secrets revolving around psychologically breaking and dominating someone that is. Everyone had their fears. It was just a matter of exploiting, and then using their own fears against them to make them completely loyal to you. Or at least, fear you enough to not be stupid enough to fear you. "Oh! That reminds me!" She exclaimed aloud, heading out of her room to find Nyiss. She knew there was an alchemical lab on the ship. Now she just needed access.

It didn't take long to find Nyiss, who was, helpfully enough, in the very lab Zanna was seeking access to. Approaching, slightly wide eyed at all the wonderful equipment around her, she spoke. "My lady...I've a request to make of you."

"Make it quick apprentice. I am very busy." She said tersely without turning away from her work.

Zanna nodded. "I seek access to your..wonderful..labs around us for my own experiments on the prisoners." Already, she was thinking of what to do if Nyiss refused her, which was entirely likely given the other Pureblood's tone. She would have to get creative, but she could do it...

Nyiss turned around to look at the apprentice with that request. "Oh... Its you. The promising one." Her tone had changed drastically, from impatient to slightly playful. "You may use..." She looked briefly around the laboratory, as if assessing it for the first time. "That section." She said, pointing to an area of the lab with simpler looking apparatus. Her tone changed again, this time to sincere warning. "I suggest you keep to the area I have set aside for you. I would hate to see a promising apprentice's life wasted in idle curiosity." With that, she turned back to her own work, making it quite clear that the conversation was over.

Zanna's eyes lit up at the compliment, even as her mind began to process and contemplate the abrupt change in tone. She could use that. Even if the Darth had far more experience manipulating than she did, she could use the small tenous hold to her advantage. But, enough of that. Nyiss had given her access to a lab, if a far simpler one than she would have liked. "Thank you, my lady." She went back to her room to gather the matierials she would need, but was soon back and in her designated section muttering quietly to herself and mixing. She would need a multitude of items...

Sufficiently prepared for the prisoner's arrival she eagerly awaited the last hour or so before the Jedi would be brought upon the ship, checking and double checking her formulas. Some she would have no idea if they worked until they were tested. Others, she was sure would work. Still, it never hurt to be well prepared and double check your work... She had already viewed the prisoners, and was mentally categorizing them. The Kamino was at the top of her list, followed by the Epicthanix. The first for his mind. The second for his mental resistance. The Twi'leks and the Barbel were next, and then the humans. This was just a beginning list of course, likely to change as her experiments went on...[/hider]
[hider=7th post Misery Company]
The only sounds that could be heard were the explosions rocking Coruscant, and the muffled crying of Younglings. Taia herself was in a rather diminished mood, a lot had happened to her recently such as the loss of her Master that still tugged at her heart from time to time. Her eyes drifted over the younglings and she knew they were close to breaking down. The padawans accompanying her were not in much better shape their masters having been at the temple, and their fate unknown. Taia decided to take everyone's gloomy demeanor and help them look to a bright hope. "You all know this will only be temporary. The Sith maybe have hurt us, but darkness can never truly get rid of the light. The Jedi will survive, and so will we." She looked at the younglings. "There is no emotion." The younglings chimed back. 'There is peace.' 

Just then a explosion rocked the building, the fighting was growing closer the sounds of yelling and blaster fire followed the explosion. Taia looked up and frowned a bit. Her eyes closed and then opened again quickly. Her head turned with a swirl of microbraids her eyes taking in two of the Padawans. "You two take the younglings out the back." She looked to the one remaining Padawan, a male Chiss. "Stay with me. We will hold them." Her mind flashbacked to when her Master had done the same for her. The younglings and two padawans were gone leaving her and the Chiss alone. Her hand slid under the edge of her robe pulling the silver saber hilt free. The Padawan near her had done the same. "Not yet." She whispered lightly. The sound of armored boots could be heard outside of the large doors of the garage they had taken refuge in. Then the footsteps stopped. "Now." Her finger slid across the button her lightsaber coming to life in the form of a humming green blade that burnt the air around it. The Chiss Padawan did the same his being a bright blue. They both took a defensive stance. She brought her lightsaber vertical next to her shoulder, both hands on the hilt left hand over right.

The doors slid open and blaster fire filled the air as Sith troopers fired at the two Jedi who became blue and green blurs of motion throwing the blaster bolts back and sending some of the others hurtling away. The sound of a jetpack signaled the entrance of a male Mandalorian who went straight after the Chiss with a vibrosword the two becoming entwined in a duel all their own. The troopers had to reposition themselves as to not shoot the Mandalorian and Taia saw her chance. Using the force she leapt into their midst spinning her lightsaber this way and that, the troopers falling under the onslaught of Taia's assault the air filling with the smell of cauterized flesh.

Before she knew it the troopers she had been fighting were dead six bodies laid on the ground in a circle around her and Taia stood facing a Mandalorian with a blood soakedvibrosword. Her fellow jedi lay on the floor his belly and throat slashed open. Mandalorians were powerful foes to say the least. Well trained, efficient, strong resistant armor this would be a tough fight for Taia. The Mandalorian raised his blade just as Taia raised her lightsaber. Then they clashed in a shower of sparks as lightsaber met vibrosword, Taia pushed forward, but she was no where near as strong as the warrior before her and the return shove sent her stumbling back. Taia's hand came up and a blast if the force sent the Mandalorian crashing backwards into the floor behind him. Taia rushed in to take advantage of his prone position, but the Mandalorian was up and on his feet by the time she got there. Once more their weapons clashed, they parried and stabbed, dodged and feinted. It seemed almost like a dance as the two moved around each other. Finally Taia spun her foot cracking against the Mandalorian's wrist reinforced with the force sent the vibrosword spinning away across the floor. They both went still the tip of her lightsaber inches away from his visor, then a shout behind her caused her to become distracted for a moment, but it was enough just as she looked back a armored fist struck her face. Taia's world went black.

The Hask

Everything hurt, it felt like her head was split in half, though this was most likely not the case. As her eyes opened she suddenly felt new sensations, her cheek felt swollen and blood was crusted on her lip. Her hand slowly reached back and she felt dried blood on the back of her head where her scalp had split from when she had hit the ground. Then Taia realized she wasn't in the garage anymore.

The room was small and dimly lit the bed nothing more than a steel block attached to the bed and a toilet that looked quite uncomfortable. Everything in the room was cortosis weave obviously to keep anyone from even thinking to escape, even if they had a lightsaber. Taia's head swam with thoughts now 'I've been captured by with. Why?' Was the main one that continued to surface in her mind. Slowly she pushed herself off the bed and stared at the field that locked her in her cell. "Well Taia you've survived everything else. How will you get out of this one?"[/hider]