[IC] Galactic Displacement (Mass Effect/Star Wars Crossover RP)

[MiddleEarthRoze]

Ilum

Rozalia was silent for the majority of the journey to Csilla, sat by one of the windows and staring out into the endless abyss of space, listening to music. This was the best way for her to meditate - drowning out sound wasn't a strength of hers, so she instead listened to songs that Markino had shown her as a young girl. It was mostly human music from the other Universe, from the 21st century, as they called it. He had even found a modified pair of earphones that could fit in her odd cat-like ears, and she used them on the ship.
Now, in the briefing room, the earphones were out, and any notion of drifting off into a day-dreaming meditation was gone. Rozalia was somewhat perturbed at how quickly they were being thrown into this thing, but she raised a hand at the regard of questions, and the Nautolan Jedi nodded in her direction.
"When you say to locate Master Greon and his Padawan, do you mean they've been captured? Is this also going to be a rescue mission?" She asked, hoping that was not the case. Infiltration she could do - although she left the hacking of information to others. Rescuing two Jedi would make the job even harder - and the fact that they were captured in the first place - including a fairly formidable Jedi Master - was worrying. What sort of things would they be facing in this Sith base? Thinking about this, Rozalia was suddenly struck by the fact that she had never come face to face with a Dark Jedi, let alone a Sith Lord. Not that she cared to mention this to the matured and stoic Jedi Masters around her, of course.

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The Colossus
"Since when was war bad news for us?" Kellan scoffed quietly as the High Chancellor talked with Vallen. Kellan didn't particularly like the High Chancellor, and the High Chancellor didn't particularly like him - so Kellan stayed out of the view range of the hologram, arms folded as he watched the rest of the bridge scurry about frantically. Honestly. These people had no dignity. There were ways to do your job efficiently without looking like an insect while doing it.
"Hey, Boss-Man." Kellan attracted the High General's attention once the hologram had shut off. "I'm going to head down to the star-fighter bay, scramble the fighters so we're ready to get up close and personal when we get there." He said with a dark smile, the adrenaline already rushing through his veins. He loved this part of his job. Blowing people up in the air and being awarded for it seemed to be his dream job. He was just glad that Vallen was so easy-going when it came to the nit-picky rules; for example, Kellan had no interest in wearing a starched uniform every day and having a short haircut. He liked his long dreadlocks and comfortable battle wear. Thankfully, Vallen appreciated this. Hell, the guy himself wore whatever he wanted. Traditonal Khaleesh wear suited the alien High General far better than any Republic Uniform could.

[Nib]

Rakata Prime
"The terms of the agreement is that we will provide your faction with a large amount of credits and technology, however actual military might is something we do lack in so the soldiers are down to you unfortunately. If you agree to this then we will happily assist you in defeating the Jedi, but once you've completed that, you must assist us in our... Let's say conquest… So, those are the terms, any questions?"

Scelus examined the man for a long moment. He wondered who could be his employer, someone wealthy obviously, considering the quality of his armor and weapon. Perhaps a senator within the Republic who wanted to see the Jedi gone from the galaxy and sought to take the chair of Chancellor with the help of the Sith, but if this was the case then they would most likely turn upon the Sith and attempt to wipe them out in turn. Scelus looked at the man, unable to distinguish what his facial features or expression were behind his Turian-shaped helmet. Finally he spoke again, after a few minutes of silent contemplation.

“I cannot make this decision on my own. I must meet with my fellow Tribunal Members on this matter. In the meantime, however, what is this… conquest we would be required to help your employer with?”

Scelus watched the man as much as he could and began to open himself to the Force. He showed no sign of concentration as he used the Force to attempt to penetrate the agent’s mind to try and find the identity of this mysterious employer. The Dark Lord was subtle in his attempt, pushing here and there, looking for a way into the man’s mind instead of simply assaulting it and breaking in like so many other Dark Side Force Sensitives did with their intended targets. Scelus crossed his hands behind his back, cupping one in the other, standing across the table from the man still.

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Space Over Vondarc
"We apologise for our absence sir.”

The mechanical voice of Viin, Xer Loa’s second in combat aboard The Tresher came from behind him as the red-colored Geth entered the bridge. The Kel Dor Admiral turned slightly to see the Geth in his peripheral vision.

“Quite alright, Viin. You should get to your station now and prepare for the coming battle.”

The Colossus suddenly appeared behind The Tresher as it exited hyperspace near the planet of Vondarc. The circle of ship spread out slightly, falling into formation as the fleet approached the blockade around the planet after the short conference over the comm channels Xer Loa had left open. As the fleet neared, the fighters were launched to intercept the fighters from the Rebellion’s blockade. The ships met in the middle and the battle was begun. Ships were shot down from both sides, sending good soldiers to their graves in the unforgiving, monotonous void of space. As the Corvettes sped slightly ahead of the rest of the fleet, they unleashed their fire power upon the fighters and bombers of the Rebellions.

Xer Loa was keeping track of the battle on the holoscreen before him and relaying orders to his men when one of the Corvettes lit up with fire and went down; escape pods were jettisoned into space to escape the fiery shell of the Corvette. The Admiral watched as some of the pods were destroyed in the crossfire of the battle. Xer Loa slammed his fist in anger and reopened the comm channel and ordered two other Corvettes to swoop around and defend the pods while retrieving the soldiers. He could not allow those defenseless pods to just be picked off. The dogfights continued as the rest of fleet closed the distance, The Colossus remaining back with a defensive perimeter for now. Soon, bombers were launched and were swooping around the bigger ship of both sides. Laser fire flew across the void at other ships.

[Skull]

Zetram spent the short trip to Csilla at a private terminal. His Omni-Tool flashed its bright orange hue within the small room, clashing with the blue light of the computer screen in front of him. Both devices were crammed with streams of data in a cluster of maximized windows. To the naked eye it seemed incomprehensible that anyone could focus on the incoming blitz of information, but the salarian partitioned his full attention to accommodate them all. Communication caches buoyed from all over the galaxy, and because the transport ship was in hyperspace, there were certain access points that were unobtainable. This helped in a sense, as it served as a filter for his canvas work. But what was he looking for?

"Justicar Z-t-am? A-e, you sti- th-re?" The salarian blinked at his omni-tool, eying a comm window before returning to his search.

"Yes. Apologies. We're still in hyperspace. The encryption matrix is causing static." Zetram said, speaking in a quick-winded manner, typical of his kind. The camera feed was disabled, showing only a blank image where a face would otherwise present itself in live feed. "I have parceled the message before my departure from IIum. Still awaiting response."

For a moment there was silence, and Zetram was afraid that his message was lost in the static. "Understood." The voice finally said. "The main fleet is currently engaged with the imps at orbit. We're en route to the LZ at the time frame we agreed upon. " There was a weight of expectation behind his tone, but if Zetram felt any pressure, he certainly didn't express it.

"They've infiltrated the infrastructure months in advance. Had there been a problem, I'd have known that the mission was compromised instantaneously. Did you forget how this all works? How we operate?" The Salarian said, an uncharacteristic smugness seeping through.

"Of course not. You people have a tendency of making sure that I never forget. In any case, that would be a huge disservice to past efforts. You don't just forget the kinds of things we've been through." The voice's tone was more at ease, as if he had just remembered that he was speaking to an old friend and not some mere acquaintance.

"Same ship, different galaxy."

"Ha! There's the pyjak I know!"

A sequence of interrupted code spilled in succession to each window like a domino-effect. Zetram eyed their cryptic message and deciphered it within seconds. "Green light. Repeat. Green light." And with that, Zetram shut off both devices and casually walked out of the room.

***

The special operations group went from one cold planet to another. Zetram made sure to armor up under his robes and set the suit temperatures to a more tropic environment. Oh the deities, do I miss Sur'Kesh. They were greeted by war generals of the order. Some of which looked familiar, and he properly reacquainted himself before the briefing began...

As expected, the reason for their presence in Csilla was what Zetram had anticipated. The Avalian asked a question to which the Salarian thought had an obvious answer. One did not need the force to sense the hesitation she bore since their meeting with the Order in Illum. Perhaps she was still trying to come to terms with her current situation. This was quite the task even for two masters, let alone a handful of knights in their charge. He wondered if she'd even fought a Sith before. But she was unafraid to speak her mind, even in the presence of seasoned Jedi generals, so there was hope for her yet.

"Do we have satcom over the compound? If so, can we confirm their status and specific location inside? Also, expected numbers we'll potentially be dealing with? Anything significant about the base that should be taken into account?" Zetram awaited for the answers to those questions before piling on more. "This compound seems quite a ways from the actual battle taken place...What were Jedi Master Greon and his Padawan's orders prior to their capture? Where's our extraction point, and time frame expected to complete the task?" The salarian stood, clasping his chin with his fingers and analyzed the situation promptly.

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Eradiu, SSGT Lance Brewer

When Lance came to the front lines the battle had moved on, due to some friendlies on speeders there was little republic presence in the area which was great, but the bad thing was when he feigned death his comms were all busted up so he was without anyone commanding him and he wasn't attached to a squad so moving deftly across the landscape when he found a squad under fire he set up, and picked off a couple of troopers. But as he was about to take out an officer something zoomed past the squad and proceeded to open up a can of whoop ass on the republic troopers killing off most if not all of them, when he came to hook up with the squad and ask if he could attach to them a Krogan pulled up to the squad leader and had a lengthy conversation with him before zooming off leaving Lance and The squad leader standing there pretty awed.

"Mind if i attach to your squad? The last one i was with bought it about 5 clicks back." He said hoping that this squad leader would take him in and possibly patch him into command but if he had 5 credits for every time he hoped and it never happened he'd be richer than any consortium out there.

Malastare, Aeila Secarius

Aeila had been in her room when the new arrival came and upon hearing The Captain and the Wookie out there talking to him she peeked out of her door to see what he looked like, it was a blue skinned species she had never seen before she made a mental note to go looking, or talk to the new guy about what species he was. But before she confronted him with that question she had to introduce herself. So after the captain left she knocked on his bedroom door hoping he was in a talking mood.

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Sorry Double post.

[Leos Klien]

Rakata Prime- Stravon Dridis
Stravon stared at the sith lord in relative silence. It was an obvious question that was asked, and his response of consulting the other sith lords seems equally obvious, but now it was a question of how to respond to this.
Eventually Stravon replied with what he deemed an adequate answer, he just hoped Darth Scelus would feel the same way inclined.
"Well, my employer has their eyes on the Seat of High chancellor, apparently the old Jedi temple will be your first reward if my employer succeeds in their 'conquest', a worthy trophy wouldn't you agree?"

Stravon knew fine well that he had to be careful in what he thought and said, anything could provide a hint and give this Sith lord the inclination to betray us or demand more that was been given, something that Stravon made sure he tried to avoid at all costs.
The simple rule was to give what seems like a lot and make sure you don't give away too much.

Darth Scelus continued to stand there, emotionless and silent.
And finally Stravon offered one last term of the deal "And I'm too offer my services to you until you make your mind up, and afterwards ,depending on your answer, until I'm needed elsewhere"
Stravon was sure that this was enough to persuade this member of the sith lords, but he was still unsure.

Space over Vondarc- High general Vallen
"Sir we are entering the battle space"
This was the captain letting Vallen know that the travel through hyperspace was almost over and very shortly his ship would enter the war zone.
Vallens heart was pumping fast and anticipation took hold of him, for Vallen secretly loved war, he loved entering a battlefield in a ship that made all others obsolete and frail in comparison to his.
It was a sign of supremacy and that all hope was lost for the other side.

With a burst of light the Colossus exited Hyperspace and outside of the view screen Vallen could see multitudes of Fighters locked in dogfights and Corvette class ships in the vanguard ensuring no bombers got past.

"Right!"Vallen stood up form his chair and went onto the platform at the centre of the bridge, this allowed him to keep his eyes on the battlefield and easily direct orders to his men.
"Let Kellam know that he can leave with the fighters and tell him to assist the others, stress to him that no bombers be allowed through!"

"Right away sir" Came the response from the left of Vallen
"Sir a comm channel has been opened by Xer Loa"

"Patch us in Warrant officer"
The Warrant officer in front of Vallen gave a nod to signify that the comm chanel was open.

"Xer Loa, it's touching to see that you've started the party with out me. Anyway, I'm glad you have a defensive perimeter around my ship but its time to lure the enemy into a trap, I've made sure to have the rest of the fleet to take a longer way round, they'll appear on the right just roughly where the enemy vanguard is, my plan is to lure them out of their line by using the Colossus as bait, and once they do move after the juicy bait the rest of the fleet will appear behind enemy lines and we can crush them in a cross fire!"
There was a chorus of applauds on the deck at this plan, normally this wouldn't occur for a bait dish, but this one had teeth and they all knew that it'd take more than the enemy fleet to take out this ship.
"Do you have any input on this Xer Loa?"

[Leos Klien]

Sorry double post =/

[Nib]

Rakata Prime
The mention of this man’s employer having their eyes set on the chair of High Chancellor and the old Jedi Temple on Coruscant interested Scelus; in fact the prospect of inhabiting his enemy’s old temple was enough to bring a hidden smile to his face. Even at the mention of this prize, Scelus stayed silent and continued his attempt to infiltrate the agent’s mind, wanting to know who his employer was even more than before. Who would reach out to the Sith Tribunal to help them ascend to the position of High Chancellor of the Republic? This was an interesting turn of events indeed. Whoever this man’s employer was, was also willing to help the Sith crush the Jedi; the trouble with this was that once the Jedi were gone the Sith would inevitably turn on one another. Scelus was roused from his thoughts on this mysterious “employer” when the man added another part to the outreach; the agent before him was to remain in his service until his employer called him back.

“This is a glorious prize indeed, but I still must discuss this important prospect with my fellow Tribunal Members. We are set to meet again tomorrow, but they will most likely not warm up to the idea right away and, or rather Lady Genitrix won’t. Lord Reaver is another story. You will stay until we reach a decision. Now, to prove yourself you will follow me to the archaeological dig of an ancient Rakatan temple. You will need this if you are to prove yourself in the temple.”

The man’s blade floated up from the Sith Lord’s belt and suspended itself in front of its owner horizontally, waiting to be taken back. After directing the agent to where the speeders were waiting for them, Scelus sought out his apprentice in the archives.

“Darth Vistark, my apprentice, what do you think of the agent sent to us?”

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Csilla
“Yes, unfortunately, they have been captured by the Sith. We are sending you to get the information Master Greon was gathering at the time and extract the both of them if possible. As for their position within the base, your guess is as good as ours. Once inside, you should be able to discern where their holding cells will be. We have been able to gather enough information to know that this base is the one the Sith forces use to hold their prisoners as well as to interrogate them, so the amount of Dark Jedi present within will be rather high. They may also have the Sith Lady Darth Genitrix and her apprentice there to interrogate Master Greon and his Padawan. They were sent on a reconnaissance mission prior to their capture; their mission led them to this base. They were trying to gather as much information on the Sith Order as possible. Their information could help us figure out our enemy and rid the galaxy of their evil. Your extraction point will be the same as your entrance, but if that is compromised, your secondary extraction point will be the roof of the South Tower.”

Krios listened through the briefing, mentally preparing himself for the mission at hand. He was used to infiltration missions, but this one would be the most difficult thus far; slipping past other Force Users would be difficult, even with his skill in concealing his presence with the Force, especially when adding the fact that they were traveling in a group of five. They would most likely be forced to split up at some point once within the base, which would make things even more difficult, as if any of them were caught alone by a Dark Jedi, or even worse one of the actual Sith, they could be killed. Krios calmed his racing mind, a trait he inherited from the time he spent under his Salarian Master.

“May the Force be with you all on your mission.”

Krios stood and bowed, repeating the mantra all Jedi used to wish luck upon one another. The young Drell followed the Togruta Padawan and his Master out of the room and toward the hangar bay. Before boarding the ship, Krios grabbed climbing gear. Once on the ship, he sat next to Rozalia; she seemed to have a lot on her mind, no doubt worried about the mission at hand.

“Calm yourself, Roze. You’ll be fine. The Council has faith in your abilities, so you should as well.”

Krios, himself was slightly worried about the mission, but he pushed his anxiety down, using the Force to calm his mind. He had faith in his training from Master Zetram. He was also out to prove himself a capable Knight to his former Master. His days as a Padawan flashed before his eyes as he watched the Kel Dor Jedi Master instructing his Padawan before the mission.

Once the entire team was aboard, the ship powered up and left the calm of the hangar and entered the frigid environment of Csilla. The ship flew through the swirling snowstorms towards the peak of a mountain. The cloaking system held, hiding the team from the scanners of the Sith base. The small ship landed on a ledge under the actual cliff the base sat on. Krios exited the ship, turning the warmth of his suit up as the cold increased with the altitude. He immediately began setting his climbing cable in place, followed by the Kel Dor Master and his Togruta Padawan.
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Malastare, Aboard The Nightingale
Corrin had just fallen back on his bunk and closed his opalescent red eyes when there was a knock upon his door. With a grumble and a sigh, the Chiss slid from his bunk and walked over to the door, smoothing down his hair, and opened it to find a female Turian standing there. Judging from her armor and weaponry, and the fact that he had been told of only one Turian aboard the ship, she must be the “drifter” the captain and Wookiee spoke of. His red eyes examined her for a moment.

“Can I help you?”

Corrin hoped he couldn’t; he desperately wanted to get some shuteye before the captain called upon him for the duties he was hired to do. He would be responsible for making sure the ship was up to shape as well as hacking whatever needed hacked or fixing the programming on the ship if need be. He had quite a bit on his plate with the dual role he was playing aboard The Nightingale. Corrin wondered what sort of “adventures” he would get into now that he was part of this crew of what he could only assume were outcasts.

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Eriadu
As the Krogan and his squad rode off on their speeders a man approached the Bothan squad leader from the brush. The squad leveled their weapons on the man for a split second, until they recognized he wasn’t in a Republic uniform. The man walked up to the Bothan, who was watching the Howlrunners ride off with a look of gratitude on his face. When the spoke, the Bothan turned toward him, breaking his gaze on the Howlrunners. The man explained his situation and then asked to attach to their squad, who had lost some of their numbers as well.

“Of course you can. Fall in line, and we’ll get going.”

The Bothan led his squad to the nearest factory. Once they got to the factory, the Bothan took one side of the entrance and ordered his second to take the other while the rest of the squad waited just outside the door. The Bothan counted on his fingers and then pushed the button to open the door, his squad having leveled their weapons on the entrance already. The door slid open with a groan and revealed soldiers waiting on the other side of the door with their weapons leveled on the Bothan’s squad. Luckily they were Rebel soldiers and lowered their weapons. With a nod, the Bothan led his squad inside; there were two more squads already at the factory. The three squads began setting up vantage points and covering the entrances to the factory to help other squads reach the factory to rendezvous with them.

Flynn steered his squad in the direction of the nearest skirmish between Republic troops and Rebel soldiers. The Rebel soldiers were being picked off by one of the Republic’s powersuits. Flynn steered his squad in a direction to flank the powersuit from behind and take them by surprise. As they approached, though, there was a shot, and one of his squad went down from a laser bolt to the chest. The Krogan pulled his speeder to a stop and dropped down behind it, his squad following suit. There was another shot, but it hit the seat of Flynn’s speeder.

“Someone get a visual on the sniper!”

One of his squad pulled a set of binoculars and cautiously peaked over his speeder. There was another shot, and the spotter went down, a smoking hole in his head. The Krogan hit his speeder, leaving a dent on the side where he hit. Flynn creeped over to where his subordinate lay and grabbed the binoculars himself. After creeping back to his own speeder, Flynn peaked over it to try and get a visual on the sniper. He looked around the landscape in the direction the shots had come from, but was forced to duck back behind his speeder by a shot that narrowly missed him. On his second attempt, the Krogan was hit in the left shoulder by the sniper and fell to the ground behind his speeder. From there, the situation thickened as two squads of Republic troopers marched toward them, flanking them from the west. With a hand signal, Flynn had his squad make a circle around them with the speeders to give them cover all around.

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Space over Vondarc
The Republic and Rebellion continued engaging in dogfights in the void of space, and the larger ships of both factions began to enter the fray as well. Corvettes and Frigates maneuvered through the battlefield and fired upon the Dreadnaughts and Cruisers. The void was filled with laser bolts flying this way and that. The Kel Dor Admiral sat and watched from his command chair, ordering ships into new positions. As a Rebel bomber was chased off from The Tresher by one of the Republic’s fighters, Xer Loa turned back toward the holoprojector next to his chair and watched as the image of High General Vallen appeared right after The Colossus appeared from hyperspace.

"Xer Loa, it's touching to see that you've started the party without me. Anyway, I'm glad you have a defensive perimeter around my ship, but it’s time to lure the enemy into a trap. I've made sure to have the rest of the fleet to take a longer way round. They'll appear on the right just roughly where the enemy vanguard is. My plan is to lure them out of their line by using The Colossus as bait, and once they do move after the juicy bait the rest of the fleet will appear behind enemy lines and we can crush them in a cross fire! Do you have any input on this, Xer Loa?"

Xer Loa wasn’t surprised by the daring strategy proposed by Vallen. He had the mentality of a warrior along with the courage. The Kelo Dor thought on the strategy for a moment, staring down at the hologram of the Kaleesh General. It was a risky strategy to leave the flagship unguarded, not to mention the Rebels may not fall for it, but the rest of the fleet were going to flank the Rebel fleet on their right, which should be security enough, not to mention the massive hyper-collider canon that made up the majority of the bow of the flagship.

“I have no objections, sir. It’s an excellent strategy. I will maneuver the rest of the fleet and focus on the left flank of the Rebel fleet so as to optimize the effect of the crossfire we catch them in.”

[Leos Klien]

Rakata Prime- Stravon Dridis
Elation hit Stravon like a brick wall, he knew that the offer was enough for this member of the Tribunal, now he had to hope that either Scelus would convince the others or that whilst Stravon was here he could find one of the other and convince them to agree also, if it was a majority vote then that's all that would matter.

“This is a glorious prize indeed, but I still must discuss this important prospect with my fellow Tribunal Members. We are set to meet again tomorrow, but they will most likely not warm up to the idea right away and, or rather Lady Genitrix won’t. Lord Reaver is another story. You will stay until we reach a decision. Now, to prove yourself you will follow me to the archaeological dig of an ancient Rakatan temple. You will need this if you are to prove yourself in the temple."

Straovn's sword was hovering before him, scabbard and all, it almost brought a tear to his eye, the one thing he hated more than anything was being separated from his weapon, it was like a first born to Stravon, all of the memories and poor souls that had been lost to this blade was innumerable.
Stravon took hold of it with both hands and felt Scelus's grip loosen as it was in his hands, he swiftly attached it to his waist "Home sweet home" Stravon thought to himself.

"I thank you My lord, I assure you that your trust in me and, hopefully my employer, will not be misplaced. I shall await for you outside by the speeders"

With that he left the archives into the main lobby of the temple and off to the area Scelus had directed him to. the walk there was slightly intimidating, even for someone as cold and experienced as Stravon, he felt the permanent gaze of everyone that he passed and the persistent feeling that he was in danger constantly hounded him.

He was just about to enter through the door towards the area Scelus had directed him to, which appeared to be an exit outside to the left of the temple, when stravon bumped into a Sith acolyte, the poor girl must have been about 13 or 15 years old and ricocheted off Stravons body, whilst Stravon himself barely moved from the impact.
"My apologies, here let me help you up" He extended his right hand down towards the acolyte but before he could get a hold of her hand she quickly got and assumed a position that is akin to that of standing to attention.
Stravon knew that someone of high authority was stood behind him, so he turned and took a look at who it could possibly be.
Stravon found himself staring at a humanoid looking being that was roughly about his height and had a dark red menacing mask attached to his face that was underneath a deep black hooded cloak.
Stravon had no idea who this was but he could sense the malevolence emitting from him, Stravon felt it best to play it safe here and try and not get himself killed, or more accurately kill someone else.
"Greetings sir, I am Stravon Dridis and I'm here to serve for the sith for a while, may I have your name?"

Rakata Prime- Darth Vistark
Vistarks eyes widened when he had heard all of the terms to this deal from this odd figure which was talking to his master.
He could hardly believe what the sith would get from this, which was a lot. They would receive funding and technology in assistance to destroying the Jedi and then would have to help this 'employer' pull of a coup to become the High Chancellor, and their reward for doing so would be the Jedi temple!
Vistark knew how much knowledge was there and how he lusts for it. But there was a small niche to all of this which was that fool Gentrix and that cruel slug Reaver would have to comply to this as well, or rather just one of them for a majority vote.

Vistark was pulled from his thoughts when his master walked up to him and asked his input on the matter. He realised that the armoured man was gone now.
He looked at his master through the sockets in his mask, and he knew that his master was intrigued by the offer, as anyone should be in his position. But after giving it a bit more thought he let his master know the contents of his musings.

"I think it's an excellent offer, we stand to gain much from this deal. However we mustn't forget the possibility of being used as tools, and once tools lose the use they're discarded, so I think its something for us to learn what we are to these people; tools or allies."
Vistark thought a bit m,ore and then added "Vigilance is paramount here and knowledge of this mans employer could give us some insight as to our future if we side with them"
"Did you manage to pull anything from his mind?"
"Master" Vistark quickly added, he was commonly forgetting that Scelus was his master and he had no wish to bring his wrath upon him.

Eriadu
Captain Jenson Trist was resting his eyes when a comm officer burst through the tent flap and almost shouted "Sir the enemy have one of our squads caught in a cross fire, they'll be decimated is we fail to assist!"
Jenson enjoyed the small moments of respite whenever he got them but saving lives took priority especially against the Republic. Jenson would have spat at the mere thought of the Republic soldiers gloating over their victory if it weren't for his helmet.
He quickly got up and answered to the comm officer "Then we shall assist and crush the enemy! Tell everyone to get ready to mobilise in 10 minutes, tops!"
"Yessir" Answered the officer before he quickly shot off and started issuing commands through everyone's comm units.

Jenson walked out of his tent to see every member of the small camp quickly closing up shop and preparing to move off, it took them about 8 minutes and 41 seconds to finish everything and line up into their ranks. "A new best time" thought Jenson, which made him exceedingly happy. Whilst he did hate the republic training regimes back on Kimono he did appreciate the beauty of organisation and efficiency, this is what he brought to the rebels ranks and they excelled underneath his command.

His omni-tool began to flash and it began showing Trist the information on the situation, it was about 2 miles due west from this location, and at a quick march they'd likely reach there and assist the friendly squad called the "Howl runners" in about 15 minutes.
"Right everyone listen up!" the captains voice boomed over the men. "We're going to flank the enemy that are assaulting the Howlrunner squad, intel reports that they're in some serious shit, they've got 2 republic squads suppressing their location and we've got to get there double quick if we're to minimse casualties, lets move out!"

There was chorus of shouts and yes sir's as they began to quick march towards the enemy's rear flank. The plan was to get them from behind and attract their attention from the howl runners so that they could return fire on the enemy and all together they'd easily overwhelm the enemy squad.
Jenson just hoped they'd hold out that long.

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Rakata Prime, Lord Reaver

Reaver was gathering recruits for Lady Genitrix when a bumbling Turian bumped into an acolyte but she quickly corrected herself and stood at attention for the dark lord, during this the Turian asked his name to which he replied. "I am known as Darth Reaver around here, I teach these bantha droppings on how to use their sabers." After he said his peace he studied the Turian. His stance said he could hold his own in a fight, he also wasn't from around the temple as he did not show any fear of the dark lord who stood before him. "And who might you be?" He asked.

Eraidu, SSgt Lance Brewer

Luckily when Lance asked to join up with this squad he was accepted, the squad proceeded into the factory and soon were in engaged in a firefight with republic forces. So lance did what he did best and took up overwatch and proceeded to pick off men mostly taking out officers and specialists, every incisor sniper rifle fires in a 3 round burst, and each burst found it's way into a target, heads were turned into pink mist, bodies were filled with holes, and just to watch republic troopers suffer he blew off the arms and limbs of their comrades and killed any medic or soldier who went out to retrieve their wounded comrade.

[MiddleEarthRoze]

Csilla
Rozalia offered up a thankful smile for Krios' advice, but inside, she was in turmoil. Darth Genitrix? She was infamous for her brutality, and along with her Apprentice...
Rozalia found herself dwelling not on the mission at hand, but on her Master, Markino. Never before had she felt his lack of presence as she had now. A sickening envy filled her as she watched the young Togruta Padawan gaze up at his Master as he gave tips on what to do in the coming mission; even Krios had his old Master here with him. And Rozalia felt as though she had no-one.
Tucking her legs up to her body and wrapping her arms around her knees, she thought of what he would say if he were here. Probably offer up some pointless trivia about the planet, insult the Sith, and swagger about arrogantly just to make her feel better. And then, she realized she was wrong. If Markino was here, he'd tell her to get herself together - now was not a time to feel sorry for herself.
At this realization, she put all thoughts of sorrow and envy out of ehr mind, and glanced out of the window, a suddenly determined look on her face.

She would not let him down.

Space over Vondark

The adrenaline was flowing, and Kellan was feeling good. The pilots were scrambling around him as he easily leapt into his own star-fighter. Flicking various switches to power it up, he smiled as his orders came through. He essentially translated them as 'Give 'em Hell''. And oh, boy, was he good at that.
"Alright boys, you heard the alien; don't let the enemy bombers through your lines. Don't worry about formation, I just want you to scramble and shoot at will out there." Kellan ordered through his comm link, getting various shouts of approval back. Some people criticized him for his lack of discipline out in the field, but that was the way he worked - and most of the time, it was effective. Especially against these Rebel idiots.
Thirty seconds later, Kellan and his squadron of fighters were out of the hangar bay and in the midst of battle - debris and lasers flying everywhere, explosions occurring everywhere; he still found it eerie that he couldn't hear it, especially after watching so many vids of intergalactic space battles with over the top sound effects.
"Pew, pew-pew!" He said with a chuckle as he popped off a bomber directly ahead, laughing as it incinerated in the vacuum of space. His cockpit became punctuated with laughs over the chatter of his comm channel - one ending abruptly in a scream as one of his fighters was shot down.
"We lost Wilhelm." Came in another voice. Kellan shrugged.
"Eh. Easy come, easy go." He muttered quietly - not wanting the rest of them to hear. They were fun, but not worth risking his life for.

Space over Mon Calamari

Aldo Forte was quite content at the moment. Sat at the bridge, with a cup of coffee in his hand. It wasn't quite the perfect espresso, but it was enough to keep him happy. Well, that and the recent reports he had just heard. Things were doing well on various fronts throughout the galaxy, and as the Grand Admiral of the Rebellion - this was good news indeed.
Hesitant footsteps were sounded behind him, and he glanced over his shoulder, seeing a Captain with a pained expression on his face.
"We've received news from the Admiral over on Vondark... it's not good news, I'm afraid." The Captain announced, and Aldo's brow furrowed slightly. "The Colossus has appeared in the battle... and things aren't going well for us."
"Merde... and my morning was going so well." Aldo muttered, setting down his unfinished coffee and standing up, looking out of the window. Stroking his chin thoughtfully as he looked upon the blue surface of the planet below. "Would we be able to go and aid them?"
"I'm afraid it would be too late by the time we arrived... besides, I would assume that is what the enemy wants." The Captain continued. Aldo's fists clenched slightly.
Vallen, Aldo thought to himself bitterly. He always was a tricky bastard.
"Any orders, Sir?" The Captain asked after a moment of silence.
"No. Just keep me updated." Aldo replied eventually with a tired sigh.

[Skull]

Malastare

Alexio returned to the ship, unclasping his cape. "Alright everyone," He announced on the comm of his omni-tool. He hung the garment on a random pipe protruding from the nightingale's interior, heading toward the bridge. "We're blastin off of this rock and headin to our next gig." Wrrlevge and Zaygrah waited for him in their respective stations in the cockpit.

"Next gig huh?" The zabrak scoffed. "Where's the volus taking us this time?"

"Its not his call." Alexio whistled as he passed her. "I'm callin the play on this one."

Wrrelvge and Zaygrah both glanced at each other in surprise. "Okay, where are you taking us, Captain?" Alexio liked that there wasn't a hint of sarcasm in the zabrak's tone. He relished the moment before continuing.

"Just plot a course for Mid Rim; Vondarc system."

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Malastare, Aeila

The blue skin seemed irritated so she was going to make this quick, she looked at him and studied him for a bit before saying "I was curious as to who the new crew mate was on this tin can." She said, she was trying to be pleasant but also get a feel for who this new guy was "So I came knocking, so whats your name?" She continued feeling really stupid for knocking on his door and not being prepared with what she was going to say.

[Skull]

Zetram and the Kel Dor Master conversed about the mission, discussing the best course of action as the ship swirled toward their destination. "The presence of a tribunal member further suggests that the information Master Greon obtained is nothing short of invaluable. It also suggests that the sith may very well be expecting us. The extraction must be swift. Expect a trap. Plan for contingencies." The salarian said aloud, eying everyone before locking his gaze with the Kel Dor. "You must lead the Jedi Knights in our charge and spearhead the retrieval of Master Greon and his padawan."

"What about you, master?" The Togruta uttered. Zetram looked at him sternly but the padawan did not shy away. "If my master is to lead the mission ... what will you do?"

"Sabotage. I will infiltrate their communication tower. As soon as you retrieve Master Greon and his padawan, I will signal our transport for extraction before jamming the base's comm array. Should they be alerted to our presence, reinforcements will be delayed -- momentarily. More than enough time for us to make our escape. That of course is after I hack into their surveillance systems. Once I'm in, I'll be able to navigate you through the base and to our targets."

"ETA in 5!" The pilot said through the com. "Going dark!" The lights dimmed to an ominous dark red. Silence took over.

Zetram approached the younger jedi, keeping his bulbous eyes focused on Krios, Rozalia, and the Togruta. He sensed much concern in them, and upon that revelation, he softened his expression with an assuring smile. "Remember, trust in your training. You were all chosen for this important task because of your abilities. Have faith in yourself and let the force guide you true. We will bring our Jedi home." The salarian put on his helmet then pulled his hood over it. Just then, Zetram sensed a feint glimmer in the force; waning, like a star glowing on its last spark. Hold on. We are coming. The door slid open. With a tap on his omni-tool, Zetram leapt forward and disappeared from sight.

[Leos Klien]

Rakata Prime- Stravon Dridis
This man was named Darth Reaver apparently, but judging from his looks he certainly fitted the bill.
Stravon answered this Sith Lords question.
"My name is Stravon Dridis, I'm here on a diplomatic mission in order to gain the sith's support for a campaign. And since you train the sith apprentices I suppose this affects you in some way."
Stravon held his hand out towards the sith lord, hoping that he'd shake it. The better acquainted he was with the hierarchy the better the chance was that they'd see the good in fighting for him.

Space over Vondarc- High General Vallen
"Sir the fighters have left the docking bays and the Secondary fleet has given the confirmation that its in place and ready to enter the battlefield upon your orders"
The Captain had given Vallen all the information he needed to make his move. It was time to ensure victory and annihilate the enemy fleet.
Vallen gave the final order in his booming, commanding voice. It was a harsh and resonate voice, which came with being Kaleesh but it was brilliantly effective for command.
"Disperse the Vanguard and move the Colossus in firing range of the enemy command ship, this will force them out of their line!"
The frontal cone of Frigates and cruisers moved onto the left flank of the ship to reinforce Xer Loa's portion of the fleet. And then a slight hum emanated from the ship as that main cannon was being charge and the Colossus began moving forward out into the middle of the field of battle.

The enemy command ship appeared to be a captured Republic cruiser, it's basic design and model were the same but it had been slightly modified.
"Unleash a barrage of Gauss cannon shots at the enemy command ship, they don't have to be direct just open up their shields."

"Yessir!"

Vallen seen a flurry of small blue blobs begin flying towards the enemy ship, they came in two's and the vast majority of them found their mark, strictly speaking the Gauss cannons were out of range as they lost a lot of energy over long distances but this didn't matter, a small hole was all that was need. And Vallen got exactly what he wished for. A small opening in the front shield began to reveal itself.

"NOW FIRE!" Vallen shouted in his booming voice.

Energy could be felt flowing through the floor, the air almost became electrified as the Hyper-Collider became fully charged, and with a silent boom and large burst of light it fired a single deadly shot.
Everybody seen something hit the enemy command ship, it began to rupture at the front and then a Incredible blue light filled the Colossus' viewing window. The shot ripped through the entire ship and hit the Mass effect drive, the resulting explosion completely disintegrated the rear end of the Cruiser, and destroyed 2 frigates that were on its right side.

The entire enemy fleet was in disarray, but they made the unfortunate decision of trying to get closer to the Colossus, obviously trying to prevent it from pulling off another shot such as that.

Vallen smiled... It was all over now.

The second fleet appeared in the debris field that used to be the enemy command ship and war started to show it's true colours.

[Nib]

Rakata Prime
“My thoughts as well, my apprentice. We must be careful not to trust this agent or his employer too much. Alas, I did not have the time to penetrate his mind and find the secrets I was seeking. Worry not, though. I shall soon enough. Now then, Vistark, come with me; we shall make our way to the dig site of the ancient temple, and the agent shall accompany us in order to prove himself.”

With that the masked Sith Lord made his way out of the archives and down the hall toward the main entrance. As he exited, the guards at the doors bowed to him. A small smirk played across his face at their show of respect or fear; it was hard to tell which they felt more of toward the Sith Lord. It did not matter in the grand scheme of things when it came to the Sith, as fear was an important emotion to have; it kept people from making stupid mistakes, but if they let it rule over them they would be crippled by it. Scelus had trained for many years to acknowledge his fears, but to face them head on and not let them rule him.

In the midst of his thoughts, Scelus came to the speeder waiting to whisk the agent, his apprentice, and himself off to the dig site. The Sith Lord was the only one at the speeder besides the driver. Once seated, the masked hybrid sat and allowed his mind to drift off to thoughts of the ancient temple and what they could find within it. He couldn’t help but feel a bit of excitement at the prospect of discovering ancient secrets from the time of Darth Bane. Scelus had spent most of his life thus far studying Darth Bane and his rise to power. The knowledge he had found in the Jedi Archives was limited and biased as to what Darth Bane did.

Peh! The Jedi and their narrowed view of how things are, Scelus thought with scorn as he continued his waiting for the agent and his apprentice.

---

Csilla
Krios watched as his former master faded from sight, whispering the blessing of the Force upon him in his separate mission from theirs. The young Drell was followed by the Kel Dor Master and his Togruta Padawan in setting their climbing harnesses; one spike fired from the bottom into the cliff under their feet and the other shot up into the face of the mountain. Krios tested the cord on his before clipping the firing mechanism to his belt and jumping up onto the wall of ice before them. The Jedi Knight began to climb, jumping from one outcropping of ice just big enough to hold to the next. The Kel Dor and Togruta followed him up the mountain after securing their own climbing cables; the cables the team was using were made with a thick cortosis weave in the cords to prevent snapping even in the harshest of conditions, and the Jedi currently found themselves in the harshest of conditions, so this was a comfort as they scaled the mountain with nothing but the cables and their hands.

The winds continued pouring snow down upon the strike team as they climbed toward the dark towers of the Sith prison. The young Drell wondered idly where Master Greon could be or what sort of tortures he had already endured at the hands of the Sith, but what was more troubling to Krios was what his Padawan had been through; the Jedi Master would not break, but could the same be said for the Padawan? Krios began climbing faster at these thoughts, growing more daring in the distance of his jumps to the next handhold. The Kel Dor took notice of this and spoke into his omnitool on the open channel between the whole team.

“Be careful, Krios. I know you are concerned for our comrades, but it’s hard to tell how strong or weak some of these handholds are. We will be of no help to them if we fall from the mountainside.”

Krios looked down at the Kel Dor through the swirling clouds of snow for a moment before he went back to climbing, being a bit less daring now out of respect for the Jedi Master. After what seemed a lifetime of climbing, the strike team came near the end of their climb. The prison was in plain sight now, even through the blizzard; the building sat on the very edge of the cliff to prevent assaults from all side but the front. There was a guard or two barely visible at the top of the wall overlooking the chasm. Krios slowly climbed toward the wall of the prison, trying his best to stay hidden from the guard just above them.

“I’ll cut a hole through the wall so we can slip in under the guard’s nose. Stay hidden in those small niches in the mountain.”

With nods, the rest of the strike team moved to hide as Krios unclipped one of his lightsabers from his belt. Closing his eyes and extending his arm, Krios concentrated on the Force, calling upon it to aid him. He allowed it to flow through him and then pushed it out in a wave of energy toward the sky above. The clouds snow around him blew upward, thickening the cover. There was snap-hiss, barely heard over the howling wind around him as he activated his lightsaber and plunged the dark teal blade into the wall of the prison and cut a hole. Using the Force, Krios lifted the circular piece of metal he had just cut out of the wall and laid it down inside softly. Slowly, the Drell climbed in through the hole himself and into the hall beyond. The Jedi crouched down in the hall, using the Force to conceal himself along the wall and examined the hall in both directions. Unclipping the climbing cable from his belt, Kriso sent the “all clear” signal over the comm channel to his team below.

---

Eriadu
The Republic troopers marched toward the pinned down Rebel squad, opening fire upon the speeder bikes as they neared. Blaster bolts sailed over the Krogan and his squad as they ducked behind the safety of the circle of bikes around them. The sniper did their job and kept the squad pinned down as his comrades approached the Rebel forces. One of the Rebels sent out a distress beacon to any other Rebel forces nearby.

Flynn sat on his back still from the sniper shot as a medic approached and knelt beside him. The Rodian pulled out a cylindrical object that extended on one end at the press of a button. The Rodian set the open end to Flynn’s shoulder wound and pressed another button on the tube, this one at the opposite end. A light blue gel-like substance came out of the tube as the medic traced around the blaster wound; the Krogan jerked slightly at the burning sensations the gel caused at first. When he looked down at his shoulder, though, the charred skin from the blaster was gone and scarred over a lighter shade than his skin color.

“Thanks, Edon.”

“No problem, boss. Bad news is, we’re low on bacta gel. Wouldn’t be a problem if we were well supplied, but considering the situation…”

“Yeah. I understand. Save it for serious wounds then until we can resupply,” the Krogan cut across the female medic. Flynn sat up a little and looked around as best he could. His squad was holding out for now, but how long until the Republic troopers were right on top of them? A stray blaster bolt found its mark in one of the Howlrunners, and the Nautolan male went down with a smoking hole in his chest. Fynn hit his speeder and allowed a string of curse words to spill from his mouth.

---

Space Over Vondarc
Xer Loa’s fleet moved into position on the Rebellion’s left flank, leaving The Colossus behind with a few ships around it to sell the feint. As the majority of the fleet moved in, the Republic flagship opened fire upon the main ship of the Rebel fleet, luring them in. All the while, fighters and bombers continued to lock in dogfights amidst the debris field of the battle. Two more frigates went down as the Rebel fleet moved in toward General Vallen. As they neared the flagship, Xer Loa moved the fleet into a flanking maneuver at the same time as the rest of the Republic fleet appeared out of hyperspace to trap the Rebels in between the two flanks, effectively funneling them toward the massive hyper-collider canon that made up the front of The Colossus.

Both side of the Republic offensive opened fire on the trapped Rebel forces simultaneously whilst launching more fighter and bombers. The debris of the battlefield only increased from what it was before. Xer Loa looked on the battle with a stern expression; he didn’t want this war. He hated to think of all those lives lost, but he would protect the Republic and its citizens to the end. Laser bolts flew from both sides of the Republic fleets, tearing through the Rebel forces no matter how they tried to escape through barrages of laser fire of their own. Explosions painted the blackness of space orange and red with each passing moment of the battle. A few Rebel ships managed to escape the funnel made by the Republic forces, but their attempts to break the Republic lines were futile even if they did manage to take out a few frigates and corvettes here and there.

The Kel Dor Admiral watched, as if in slow motion as a few stray Rebel fighters broke through their lines and flew straight for The Tresher. The fighters flew in toward the bridge and blasted at the viewport on the cruiser. The window gave way, and the vacuum of space began sucking the air and crew members out of the bridge. The Admiral grabbed hold of his command chair just in time. Unfortunately, he watched as several of his officers were sucked out into the vacuum of space. The vacuum continued for longer than it should; the fighters must have taken out the emergency shielding. It would have to be activated manually. Xer Loa let go of the command chair and flew toward the open viewport and the open void of space.; with each passing second the alarms blared accompanied with the flashing red lights, and the ship drifted closer toward the planet.

The Kel Dor caught hold of the edge of the viewport and began climbing down into the space set just below the floor level for the terminals and work stations. When he finally made it to a panel set into the wall under the viewport, Xer Loa pried it open and slammed his fist down on the button within. Immediately, an orange shielding expanded over the viewport, and gravity returned to the bridge, sending Xer Loa crashing down to the floor beneath. He heard similar thumps as the rest of his crew hit the floor from their positions of disarray. Brushing himself off, the Kel Dor Admiral limped his way back to his command station and reported the incident to General Vallen, noting the number of officers lost and the state of the ship; all in all, the ship was still fine other than some damage it took from Rebel bombers who took advantage of the chaos caused by their fighters.

---

Aboard The Nightingale
Corrin examined the Turian as she spoke, trying to take in all he could about her. She had said she was here to see who the new crew member was. Hadn’t the captain told them who he was before picking him up on Malastare? Corrin found this a bit odd, but decided to let it go, chalking it up to his paranoia again.

“I’m Corrin. I’m here to handle any slicing or repairs that need to be done on this ship.”

Having answered her question, Corrin allowed his mind to wonder again. He wondered where the ship was currently heading and what sort of “mission” the captain had in store for the crew. Curiosity got the best of Corrin, and he brought his omnitool up and began hacking into the ship’s systems until he found what he was looking for; the hyperdrive coordinates. He read through the history, until he found the current ones. The ship was inbound for a planet called Vondarc. Further driven by curiosity, Corrin accessed the extranet and dig a little digging on Vondarc; it was an important planet along some trade route that was currently being fought over by the Rebels and Republic.

So… the captain’s going to try and profit off of the battle. Wonder which side he’ll get us hired by to help do whatever it is they hire us for?

[MiddleEarthRoze]

Csilla

Once Krios had sent forward his all clear, Rozalia made her way to their infiltration point first, swiftly followed by the Jedi Master and his Padawan. Now that the anticipation was over, and she was in the prison, she felt herself settle into the right sort of mind for the mission. Thinking clearly, without any distractions; it was in these moments of clarity under pressure that had her picked for the job.
"As there's four of us, I'd recommend we split up equally; two of us look for Master Greon, and the other two look for his Padawan." She said in a low tone, directed at the Master. She more often than not forgot who was in charge, and she had only just remembered in time to use the word 'recommend'. It was the best strategy she could think of, anyway. Thankfully, he nodded in agreement.
"As we don't have information, I can't tell you who will be held where." The Kel Dor Master stated, his brow furrowing as he thought. "But I would think that Master Greon would be under heavier guards than his Padawan, so I'd assume he's further in." He added, then paused, darting a sideways glance at his own Togrutan Padawan, who was looking a wee bit paler than he had been on the ship. He wasn't all that old, still only half-way through his training, and in Rozalia's mind, in no way capable of being up against a Sith Lord.
"Krios and I can look for Master Greon." She volunteered suddenly, correctly assuming that the Master would not want to leave his Padawan, nor would he want him in great danger. "Most of these prisons work in a circular pattern, with high security blocks towards the centre. We can head that way, while you two stay on the circumference." She murmured almost absent-mindedly as she brought up her omni-tool. She was no expert at using it, but she was sure it would record the way back to the entrance when they got further in. Unless, of course, the walls moved.

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Rakata Prime, Lord Reaver, Lady Seraphim

Lord Reaver always liked hand shakes it allowed one to assess the strength of the person in front of you so he took it, and shook Stravon's hand. At this time Lady Seraphim walked up to the two of them, Reaver looked at his apprentice and knew that the time was now. "As much as i would love to talk about our new allies i have business to attend to." He said and walked away leaving Stravon standing there alone.

Both master and apprentice walked into Reaver's chambers "Do you have them?" He asked his apprentice "Yes m'lord." She said putting apprentice robes down where her master could grab them. "You can change into a spare set of my robes. He said taking off his mask and handing it to her. The dark lord could be described as handsome if it weren't for the blaster burn on his cheek. His pale golden hair was cut short with bangs that cling to his forehead and his dark blue eyes burned with hatred for all life.. "Go get changed." and off his apprentice went to change into her lords robes while he changed into apprentice robes.

When both were changed Reaver went over the plan with her one last time "You are to act as me. No one knows my true voice so they will think you are me, i will go and kill Lady Genitirix or get someone to do it for me." He told her. His apprentice only nodded in understanding then they separated ways him cutting through a different part of the room and out into another hallway heading for the space port to the shuttle that would take him to Csilla and her walking back into the temple.

[Leos Klien]

Rakata Prime- Darth Vistrark/Stravon Dridis
Curious Vistark thought. It was very unlike his master to not be able to pull something from another mind, even subtly. It appeared that this other man had some incredible mental fortitude.
Vistark quickly finished his business in the archives and made his way down to the speeders that were situated outside. He received numerous acknowledgment from others on his way through the main hall, but Vistark paid them no mind, he didn't care about loyalty nor did he care about power, at least not in the traditional sense. The only thing he cared about was his expansion of knowledge, and it was in his best interests to make sure that this deal succeeded as the amount of knowledge withing the Jedi archives would surely keep Vistark satisfied for many a year.

He reached the speeder bay to see that the very man he was just thinking about was stood there, and shaking the hands of Darth Reaver.
Impressively shrewd, he's already making himself known amongst the upper echelon of the sith

Just at that moment Darth Reaver walked off with his apprentice, Vistark was tempted to spit at his direction for he severely hated the man, but he thought better of it.
Vistark followed the new man through into the speeder bay, and there was numerous speeders contained within. His master sat upon one clearly deep in thought.

"Master" Vistark piped up as he sat on the speeder to the right of his masters. "I believe we are all accounted for" As he said this Stravon sat on his own speeder that was to the left of his master.

---

Space over Vondarc- Rear admiral Viin
An obvious win Viin computed, the foolish rebels had fallen for the trap that the High General had placed and snapped at the bait placed before them greedily, unaware that they were completely surrounded.
But then it dawned upon them, caught in a tremendous crossfire, they tried to break through the right flank to the colossus but their last ship that had any chance of doing real damage was annihilated in a single blast from a Celestial devastator. It was a fully charged shot that cleaved the ship in two.
Their hope crushed they began fruitlessly lashing out much like a fish out of water.
Viin gave a synthetic chuckle at this, which drew a couple of odd looks from the left of him. But just when everything was about to go off with minimal casualties n this side, something unthinkable, something unquantifiable happened.
A rebel star fighter was flying straight at the viewport! Viin’s processors went into over drive, quickly he unleashed a burst of commands into the comm, ordering the frontal anti-fighter cannons to destroy it, but it was too late...
The artificial equivalent of the heart skipping a beat occurred for Viin and he thought the downside to organics was their lack of consensus...
The resulting explosion drained all of the air out of the room, Viin quickly grabbed a comm. Officer and ensign that were nearby him before the star fighter hit the ship, and he then activated his internal magnetised conduits within his legs, which he had installed since his rebellion against his former masters centuries ago.
The ray shields finally activated and sealed the room, new air began pumping into through the vents and the alarms stopped blaring.
Both the people Viin had saved were clasping their chests trying to calm themselves down and return to normal breathing, but both of them managed, even during their trauma to thank Viin profusely.
The red metallic panels around his single ‘eye’ began moving incredibly fast. This was his version of a smile and happiness.
Viin liked organics, even during distress they find the room for gratitude This is why he aspired to be more organic.
Viin realised that his admiral was alive and, but injured so he quickly got some tea from the medics that were now pouring through the room and seeing to the people and some medi-gel.
“Sir are you alright?” He said handing him the cup of tea “Warm drinks are said to relieve shock” he explained as he got an odd look from the Kel Dor.

---

Space over Vondarc- High General Vallen

Everything was going just as planned then enemy fleet in disarray made the last decision they'd ever make again, they made the attempt of destroying the Republics prized possession, and it's commander in the process, but it was a fatally futile attempt. The other portion of the fleet exited from Hyperspace behind the rest of the enemy fleet and from that moment victory was assured.

"Sir, primary shields down to 50%" shouted one of the officers on his right.

Hmmph, they're dealing some meager damage Vallen thought.
"It's fine we've eliminated 50% of their fleet now"
Just as he finished that sentence their last Cruiser was destroyed, they made a forlorn attempt to break through on the right wing, where the line was the weakest but it was meant like that for a reason, dreadnoughts were situated defending that line and they annihilated any foolish ship making an attempt to break through it.

It took 1 minute before the last enemy vessel was destroyed, a chorus of cheers erupted through out the bridge, and Vallen let a rare outburst of joy which only made the rest of the crew even happier. No one liked war, but it was very difficult not to treat an over whelming victory like one would playing a game.

Vallen turned to his comm officer and said "Alert Admiral Xer Loa to meet me in my personal quarters in half an hour, we need to discuss the battle and our losses"

"Yes sir"

Vallen then proceeded to open the comm and alert the entire fleet of something, that Vallen though to be very important. "Today was a good day ladies and gentlemen, we have defeated the Rebel fleet and once again opened the major trade route for the Republic! Now you have my permission to sit back and relax for a while, recollect your men and women and have some drinks on me."

His own crew were particularly happy about this and they had a right to be, but Vallen still had business to attend to so he left the bridge and started walking towards the personal lift that lead towards his private quarters. He pressed his thumb on the scanner outside the lift and a soft beep confirmed that he was allowed to enter.
Vallen stepped in the lift and assumed his normal standing position of a straight back and hands held together behind him; something that no matter what he couldn't prevent himself from doing after years of habit.

The lift doors opened and he stepped inside his cabin. It was a fairly spacious cabin that contained Bookshelves filled with manuscripts from his home planet and old war texts and biographies form famous warriors and leaders. It also contained numerous weapon stands that had ancient weaponry displayed, as well as traditional Kaleesh weapons and sparring equipment, for half of this room was taken up by a small arena in which he commonly trained in.
he sat at the desk that situated near the door and poured 2 glasses out with a fine whiskey , it was a Kaleesh brand and it was famous for it's burning yet sweet taste, it kept you warm for hours afterwards.
And now he waited for his professional colleague, someone he could possibly call his friend, but Vallen never treated him as such as it was improper for such an act as a warrior.

---

Eriadu- Captain Jenson Trist

"Sir we are closing on the enemy" Spoke Jensons second in command through his comm.

This was backed up by bursts of laser fire and lights flashing in the distance through the murky tree line.
"Good, begin flanking positions, create a horseshoe formation around the rear of the enemy and focus on positions that allow you to take out as many as possible. Remember take the biotic ones out first!"
"Yes sir" came in a multitude form the other end.

The report said there was a sniper preventing them from viewing the enemy position so Jenson tried to find this one first so then at least the howl runners could start assisting them in taking out the rest of the enemy troopers. Caught on a crossfire even those clones wouldn't last long. The advantage was that Jenson knew how they worked, and boy oh boy was he going to use that against them."
Jesnons and his men began fanning out, ensuring that they couldn't be seen and after a roll call every one was in position to begin moving in an arc towards the enemy advance.
The first sight was pretty grim, the Republic soldiers had them completely surrounded and were very close to getting clear shots, they had to attack now otherwise it wasn't going to look good.
He soon spotted the sniper who was standing and leaning against a tree in order to get a nice shot, Jenson moved quickly and placed both hands around the mans head, he heard him give a slight gasp of surprise before Jenson gave a sharp and powerful twist, the neck snapping cleanly the Republic sniper dropped dead. The rifle would be a nice reward later on.
"Right throw grenades and use rockets on the 2 power suits, aim for the missile bays near the shoulders, that should deal with them permanently, anyone else who has the high calibre rounds, aim and prioritise the biotic soldiers. I've got the commander."

"Yes sir!" was the reply.
Jenson pulled his modified Harrier out and aimed at the enemy commander who has standing there thinking that he had won, the fool hadn't even checked his comm to see if the sniper was still there. this would be his first and last mistake Jenson pulled the trigger, a flurry of metal exited the gun and tore through his shields and soon found their way into the mans head, it gave a violent burst spraying blood and brains on his comrades back.
Then a flurry of explosives and gunfire opened up on the rest of the Republic forces, the rear guard was cut down easily but the 3rd line began returning fire after realising what was happening. Thankfully however the 2 power suits were down and out, now it was just waiting on the Howl runners and this victory would be assured.

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Csilla- Master Greon
The Turian jedi master had suffered quite a lot in the past couple of days, however he was lucky that the Lady Gentrix was absent and on the field so his beatings and torture was a lot less violent. The cell that had been his home for a bit now was dark and dank, and above all freezing cold. And Turians hated the cold, the fact that they lived on a bloody cold world just for him to be sent to another equally cold world was surely the spirits making a jest of him.
He just had to wait now, wait for the other Jedi to rescue him, and when they did he was going to kill that Asari with his bare hands.
The thought was slightly disturbing, especially since he was a jedi master.
Greon soon calmed down and began focusing his thoughts and mind on the force, clarity was paramount if he was going to escape, he just had to wait for the right moment.

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Eraidu, Staff Sergeant Brewer

The Battle was for once going in the rebels favor, the enemy seemed to be on the run, and Brewer must of downed more men he could count as he was fresh out of thermal clips for his rifle. "I need ammo over here." He shouted over the din of the chaotic battlefield, when someone finally brought him ammo he loaded up more and peaked out of his hiding spot to see who else he could pick off. He noticed a officer commanding a squad that must of just arrived as their uniforms were pretty pristine.

So he dirtied their uniforms with the blood and brain matter of their commanding officer Brewer let out a slight chuckle as some of them flinched. The squad medic, popped out of cover like he could save their officer and he payed the price Brewer sent the burst down range and blew off the medics leg and just picked out anyone who came to help the wounded medic. "I love my job." Brewer said to the air.

Csilla, Darth Reaver

Reaver had arrived to Csilla and everything seemed good, he reported to the second in command of sith forces who told all of the initiates to take a rest and report in tomorrow so Reaver did as he was told and slept. The next day as he was 'Reaver's apprentice' he was assigned to guard the jedi apprentice, which he was grateful for as the jedi master would of most certainly detected him as being something else other than a apprentice. When he arrived he leaned against the wall and watched the apprentice like a hawk.