Star Wars: The Fall Of Coruscant (IC/OPEN)

[The Imperium Empires]

Arkius angered stated there is a traitor amongst his syndicate .
He states "I know that it was at this location so you might as well tell me".
Arkius walks out of the room angry and orders his men to arrest all of the workers.
He then stops and says " I will offer the bounty hunter triple of what they were offered".

[Kyraina]

Cess Payne

Cess was about to hurl a ruined section of pillar at the Morning Star when she saw a look on Joseph's face she hadn't scene in along time. One she would only recognize from being around him so often. It was a glimmer of love in his dark ruthless eyes, and a sad frown on his face, and just like it appeared, it was just as quickly gone. She froze as memories of good times with him came rushing back to her. The piece of pillar she picked up with the force crashed to the ground, and she went still. She looked peaceful in fact, with a warm smile on her face. She broke from the trance briefly, walked to the pillar she had thrown Joseph into, bent over picked up his dropped pistol, and stared at it

Tyran Pavish

Tyran jumped back in the speeder and took of after the star ship and saw it had only one engine working. "Brightstar, Pavish here. Y'all need to find a place to land asap and repair the ship. Also your not gonna make it far." Tyran said into his comm link as he flew the speeder by the starship.
T21 beeped and Pavish just glared at him. "Did you find this droid on a frontline unit, because he cusses like a infantryman. Oh yeah he said to follow us, He knows of a hiding spot, well he thinks he does any way." Tyran said into the comm again before accelerating the speeder and getting in front of the starfighter and started to fly towards the lower levels of the planet. Then what Joseph said stunned him, and T21 beeped something similar to oh crap.


Joseph Brightstar

Joseph pulled off his helmet and slammed it into the ground. He was mad about the lies the Republic Military Brass had told him about Cess, The loss of Benn's hand, the loss of his knife, the loss of his pistol, and the loss of his favorite sword. He was furious and slammed his fist into the bulkhead beside him. He then started to calm down when Pavish started talking, and smiled at what Pavish said about T21. "No, just been around me for to long, and have never had his memory wiped. Bella follow that speeder. Pavish, she is alive, Cess is alive and she is a sith." Joseph said into the link

[The Flutterlands]

Coruscant, Jedi Temple: Darth Malice

After being taken off guard twice and the continuing attacks from both Shemera and Joseph, Darth Malice was enraged. The sith lord felt the ground rumble beneath his feet and he jumped onto a pile of rubble. The sith watched as a fighter came flying into the building, shooting the place up. Malice watched as the Bella and her friends entered the ship's cockpit and heard Shemera scream for Cess to destroy the ship. Focusing on his anger, hate, particularly at the moment for Shemera, the bith got into position and began to unleash the full power of his force abilities. However, it was no use. Malice was taken, once again, off guard, this time by Saxon's force push. He looked up to watch as the ship flew by him, managing to escape the temple.
Rage continued to boil in Malice's mind and he glared at Shemera with hate-filled eyes as he got onto his feet. He stormed angerly to his fellow sith lord, with murder in his eyes, and force pushed him against the wall, even more brutally than before and with a shock of sith lighting to come with it.
"What the freaking chaos was that about, Shemera?!" shouted Darth Malice, "Attacking me when I'm in combat with an enemy! Just because I lack all honor doesn't mean you can take victory from me!" He then turned to see the lone jedi was also gone and began to swear and cruse in anger in both basic, huttese and his own native tongue. "Damn it! Now that blasted asshat jedi got away with them!" he barked, before glaring venomously at Shemera, "I could have killed that fool I have subdued! Now he and his pitiful friends are gone because of your interference! I came here to kill! Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you."

[Prolieum]

Alderaan

Satele's sudden attack, Jurius's aggressive action, and her fall into unconsciousness had stunned the room. Just a short distance away, at the defensive position with the fellow Jedi and Sith, Ra could feel the surges of power, and, looking, saw that those around her did as well. She hurried back to the room, fearing that the conference was about to go up in flames.

Inside the room, everything happened at once. Baras, shaking with wrath, slammed Jurius into a wall for his impertinence, but it was too late. Howling with unJedilike rage, Leneer leapt forward to attack the rotund Darth, an attack he blocked with ease. Bakarn moved to stop her, but was interdicted by Dar'Nala, who rushed to join Leneer. Bakarn turned, confused, as Jurius recovered, eyes blazing. Delsis entered the room just in time to catch a blast of Force lightning from the Inquisitor, hurling her outward into the hallway, slamming her against the wall. This sparked off the defenders-two Jedi and three Sith, just moments ago standing against the Black Hand, turned swiftly on each other. The Organa guardsmen, confused, split-some escorted the Senator away, others laid down fire on the third Sith, who leapt in among them, cutting them down.

Ra was torn with where to go, but knew delay would only cost lives. Turning, she rushed down the hall, igniting her saber, and unleashing a wild swing at the lead Sith, scarring his helmet with her surprise attack. Recovering, the warrior struck back-Delsis parried high, and twisted her staff around, the second blade, deceptively long, cut the man at his thigh. As he fell, the Master in front of her slumped to the ground, twin-bladed opponent grinning at the decapitation. Breathing sharply, Ra calmed herself as best she could, centered herself-and was nearly sliced in twain by the sudden assault. The two blades worked in a furious pattern, and Ra could not defend against both. She retreated as fast as she could, using her longer blade to bat back attacks, practically running in reverse, but the wall drew closer, and she knew that in a straight fight with this man, she was doomed.

Inside the conference room, the fight was chaotic. The two Imperial officers had attempted to enter the fray, only to be crashed into the walls by a blast of Leneer's power. Baras fought desperately against the two Jedi, constantly deploying lightning and telekinesis to attempt to gain respite-but with both attacking, he could never drive off more than one-his defenses were formidable, but they were cracking.

On the opposite side of the room, the opposite was in effect. Syo Bakarn was crumbling beneath Jurius's strikes and lightning, the Consular desperately weaving his blade to keep the man at bay. Each strike drew closer and closer to a killing blow, and the Inquisitor smiled-he was enjoying this.

[Anglo Saxon-Franko]

Saxon Lashrec

"Well at least Tyran is here now, I would suggest we find a way off this planet. The longer we stay here, the more people we put at risk for execution by the sith when they start to look for us. Plus, I really don't trust this speeder only running on one engine!" Barked Saxon as he joined in the conversation on the comms. They started their descent into the lower levels of the planet and he looked back to see Joseph as he mentioned the sith, "WAIT you knew her!?" Yelled Saxon as he was in shock that Joseph would know a sith and not be labeled and enemy of the republic. But he did share his feeling about the Republic brass, they did have a reputation for lying about many things.

Lord Clique
Taris

Clique had brought a group of twenty hand picked troopers, he wanted to see Taris and find out if there was anything of interest on the planet. He sat there meditating as the troopers were talking about who was screwing who in the military and how they were going to turn into these beasts or get infected. A recruit that had just finished training looked over at Clique, "So that's our cure little Sith Lord, you know what they say don't you?" Asked the soldier as the others shook their heads before he continued, "They say he kills his jedi and enemies with hugs!" The recruit let out a few chuckles before he was suddenly being choked by the force. Clique stood up and walked over to the recruit and starred at him waiting for the recruit to beg for his life. "Stop, please stop!" Whispered the recruit after all that was all he could manage. Clique cocked his head and let out a chuckle as he slammed the recruit into the shuttle floor leaving a large dent.

Clique crouched next to the recruit, "Have you heard any more rumors? Your lucky that were are going to Taris or I would have killed you on the spot. But next time I will kill you, so I would choose your next words very carefully and better hope I don't over hear you." Then the shuttle landed and the pilot informed the passengers that they had landed on the planet. The door opened and the group of twenty soldiers poured out of the shuttle and scanned the area. "Keep the area clear, I shall return shortly or maybe in an hour. I will depend on if I find or sense anything of power on my little tour of the planet. By the way, if anyone gets infected do yourselves a favor and shoot the bastard. I will not come back to save you all and I will fly the damn shuttle off this rock for myself." Informed Clique as he started to enter and old space port. The wild had been reclaiming the area as plants started to penetrate the walls of the port. But it seemed a few of the terminals were still active. He walked over and activated the terminal and downloaded a map of the city or well a map of when the city was intact. At the very least it would give him a sense of directions and a place to visit.

After finding the exit of the port, he walked into a large courtyard no doubt a plaza for passengers to use when they were waiting or to greet people that were coming in. Then he heard voices coming from the far end of the court yard, Clique quickly found cover and started to listen. "Hey, watch it you don't want to be infected do you! The boss wants us to take this salvage back to the camp. I guess he wants to make a barricade out of some of it or sell it off world. But I don't know who would want this junk." Informed one of the men as the group stared to gather what salvage they could. Hmm pirates, maybe I should follow them or wait better idea! Clique hid his light saber deep his robes and started to speak in jawa and ran over to the pirates. The group raised their weapons and looked very confused, "Hey look its a Jawa, what is that thing doing here?" Asked the man who was talking earlier as he seemed to be the leader of this small group of the pirates.

"I don't know, but I bet the boss could easily sell this Jawa! They are supposed to be great scavengers and mechanics." Informed another man as Clique was talking and acting like a Jawa from Tatooine would have flailing his arms and screaming at the sight of a weapon. "Search him, I don't want him to have a weapon or attempt to do anything!" Barked the man as got closer to Clique.

"Nah, he doesn't have any weapons, I mean look at him he's an idiot he trying to eat a piece of metal." Chuckled the man as Clique had a piece of metal in his mouth, he had to appear like and idiot if he wanted to get to this camp.

"Yeah fair point, let take him and get back to camp." Informed the leader as he signaled for two of the men to grab Clique and they left shortly afterwards for their camp. Man, I hate being man handled and these pirates will pay dearly for their mistake in not checking me for a weapon. You never underestimate a opponent not matter how small they maybe. Clique silently chuckled to himself as he followed the group of pirates back to their camp.

(Next time on the Adventures of Clique will our sith survive his encounter with the pirates and will they live to tell the tale? Will his Jawa cuteness save him or will it be his down fall? couldn't resist )

[Zeinbrad]

Alderaan

Satele's sudden attack, Jurius's aggressive action, and her fall into unconsciousness had stunned the room. Just a short distance away, at the defensive position with the fellow Jedi and Sith, Ra could feel the surges of power, and, looking, saw that those around her did as well. She hurried back to the room, fearing that the conference was about to go up in flames.

Inside the room, everything happened at once. Baras, shaking with wrath, slammed Jurius into a wall for his impertinence, but it was too late. Howling with unJedilike rage, Leneer leapt forward to attack the rotund Darth, an attack he blocked with ease. Bakarn moved to stop her, but was interdicted by Dar'Nala, who rushed to join Leneer. Bakarn turned, confused, as Jurius recovered, eyes blazing. Delsis entered the room just in time to catch a blast of Force lightning from the Inquisitor, hurling her outward into the hallway, slamming her against the wall. This sparked off the defenders-two Jedi and three Sith, just moments ago standing against the Black Hand, turned swiftly on each other. The Organa guardsmen, confused, split-some escorted the Senator away, others laid down fire on the third Sith, who leapt in among them, cutting them down.

Ra was torn with where to go, but knew delay would only cost lives. Turning, she rushed down the hall, igniting her saber, and unleashing a wild swing at the lead Sith, scarring his helmet with her surprise attack. Recovering, the warrior struck back-Delsis parried high, and twisted her staff around, the second blade, deceptively long, cut the man at his thigh. As he fell, the Master in front of her slumped to the ground, twin-bladed opponent grinning at the decapitation. Breathing sharply, Ra calmed herself as best she could, centered herself-and was nearly sliced in twain by the sudden assault. The two blades worked in a furious pattern, and Ra could not defend against both. She retreated as fast as she could, using her longer blade to bat back attacks, practically running in reverse, but the wall drew closer, and she knew that in a straight fight with this man, she was doomed.

Inside the conference room, the fight was chaotic. The two Imperial officers had attempted to enter the fray, only to be crashed into the walls by a blast of Leneer's power. Baras fought desperately against the two Jedi, constantly deploying lightning and telekinesis to attempt to gain respite-but with both attacking, he could never drive off more than one-his defenses were formidable, but they were cracking.

On the opposite side of the room, the opposite was in effect. Syo Bakarn was crumbling beneath Jurius's strikes and lightning, the Consular desperately weaving his blade to keep the man at bay. Each strike drew closer and closer to a killing blow, and the Inquisitor smiled-he was enjoying this.

Master van Tor and Padawan Emilgotha
"Something doesn't feel right" Emilgotha said, her Corellian accent soft and innocent. She sat on a wooden bench, drawing the great hall of House Organa on her notebook as her Master, Ordin van Tor, stood with his arms crossed scanning for any would be assassins. He nodded at his Padawan's remarks, a deep feeling of death looming in his head.

"I sense it too, young Jedi. But-" He was interrupted by the sounds of muffled pleading, then screaming followed by fighting, primarily the force and lightsabers by the sound of it. He sighed, knowing this was going to be likely outcome of these 'talks' with the Sith. Even from below, he could feel the ambition and pride in the Sith, but one specifically who's name he didn't catch, seemed....irrational, young and too ambitious for his own good.

"Well, I guess the time for talks are over" He said straightening himself before jogging over to the steps, Emil in tow. Thankfully, Emil was more experienced in fighting then most Padawans but van Tor knew better then to let her go alone or fight a Sith Lord, at least right now.

"Remember, do not engage Darth Baras or anyone that seems to powerful by yourself. Someone invented the concept of allies for a reason" He said, Emil only nodded, she wasn't much a talker much to van Tor's lament. Still, he knew that she wouldn't engage someone she couldn't beat....or he hoped she did.

The two Jedi entered the room, finding it in the middle of a chaotic battle. The two scanned the room, finding Baras struggling against two Jedi Knights, while another was being pushed back by a Sith warrior. Syo Bakan was tiring in his defense against a Sith who clearly was about to land the final blow.

"Emil, protect the Jedi over there, I'll handle the Sith Lord" He ordered, his Padawan nodded.

Emil wasted no time heading into battle. As the Sith Warrior prepared for a new flurry of blows, Emil ignited her yellow saber she force jumped towards him, landing between him and Ra. She blocked his blows meant for Ra and answered with a series of her, her footwork seemed to be calculated, each step taken was meant to hold the advantage over the warrior. He soon began to fall back, now on the defensive.

He blocked a overhead slash meant to slice him down the middle, and entered a swordlock with Emil, pulling her lightsaber down to the floor. For a moment he seemed to fill with pride, until he felt something tingle in his midsection. He looked down and in horror, saw a blue lightsaber stabbed into him. He looked at Emil and without even a grasp, collapsed.

Emil nodded, turning off her blue lightsaber and putting back on her belt. She looked to Ra and smiled, walking towards her.

"You alright?" She said. She looked around, waiting for anymore Sith or Imperials to try and attack her or Ra.

Meanwhile, van Tor paced towards the duel between Syo and Jurius. With both hands he sent out a force push, hoping to at least push Jurius away from Syo and off balance him. But hopefully, it would send him flying. No matter the outcome, van Tor ignited his blue blade and entered a Soresu stance.

"I do not wish to fight you more than I have to. End this pointless fight and leave peacefully. Or I will end you. " He said, his voice calm and controlled but stern. With his free hand, he told Syo to fall back behind him, which he happily obliged.

[Dijen (Ancient)]

Karl Rimmer, Part 1

Karl sat at a small table in the corner of a dark Tatooine cantina, waiting to meet with a possible employer. He took a sip of his drink, and as he set it down he saw a rodian walking toward his table. "You Karl Rimmer?", The rodian asked. "yes, I am", Karl replied quickly, "what sort of job do you have for me?", he then asked. The rodian sat down and introduced himself as Vieno Alesi,

"If you haven't heard, the sith have taken Coruscant, and there are many small armies there that could use some help", he said.

"I have heard", responds Karl, "and I was planning on going there as soon as possible".

Vieno then says, "I am organizing a small team that will go in and gather any sort of information or loot that they can find, and I would like to invite you to lead this team".

"How much will it pay?", Karl asks.

"What I have heard about you is true then", Vieno laughs, "Everyone I talked to about you has told me that you get straight to the point". He then readjusts himself in his chair and says, "You will be payed 2,500 credits, and will be allowed to split any loot you find with your crew, all I want is any information you can find".

"Will you be hiring my crew, or will that job be up to me?", Karl asks.

"I have one person who must be on the crew, but you can find the rest", Viena says before asking, "So, do you accept the job?".

"I do", responds Karl, "When will I leave?"

"As soon as you get your crew together", Viena replies before standing up and shaking Karl's hand.

"Great, Thanks for the Job", Karl says, before paying his tab and heading off to hire himself a crew for his newest mission.

[Prolieum]

Alderaan

Jurius snarled at the intrusion. "Cowards! You rely on numbers because you have no power! You..." His voice was cut short by a sudden Force push from Tor, he skidded back, balancing himself, managing to keep his feet. Syo slipped behind the newly-arrived Master. "Old fool! You think you can protect him? Your order has lost! Your Republic is fallen! Coruscant burns!" With a sinister smile, the Inquisitor, well-accustomed to emotionally manipulating his opponents, activated the holoprojector with the Force. The blue image sparked to life, filling the room with horrifying images-The Temple, aflame, the Senate crumbling, Darth Angral striking down the very Chancellor of the Republic with his blood-red blade. The depictions were sure to stun the Master, fill him with terror, and when he was distracted, the Inquisitor would strike.

Darth Baras's breathing became heavy, labored. Every block drained his reserves of Dark Side energy, every parry seemed to age him a decade. The two Jedi continued to hammer him down, and his vision began to close in, narrow, until all that was visible were flashes of red and blue light...

In the corner, rubbing his head in pain, awoke the Admiral. Glancing up with bleary eyes, he saw Jedi and Sith, sabers flacing, the Force roiling and crashing. His eyes widened, and has hand went immediately to his comm, "Imperial vessels, this is Admiral..."

Leneer sensed a disturbance, and saw the Admiral out of the corner of her eye. Face twisting, she disengaged from Baras, and leapt towards him...

The Imperial saw his doom approaching, and all protocol was dropped in his frantic haste to spit out his final words. "Reinforcements, betrayal conferenc..." Blue fire erased him from existence-but the call had been made. In orbit, the Imperial vessels now knew of the Republic's treachery. The Harrowers immediately opened fire upon the unsuspecting cruisers, turbolaser blasts gouging through unshielded hull. The Republic vessels immediately went to alert, shields went up, jamming was initiated, and streaks of disintegrating light filled the sky, as dropships streamed forth, headed to the conference.

The respite, small as it was, was of the greatest relief to Baras. As the more skilled of the two leapt away, he found the strength to shove the Togrutan back an inch. He breathed, and let hatred flow through him once again. The hologram suddenly let loose a scream-that of the Chancellor, cut down by Angral, and she turned for the slightest moment...

Too long.

WIth a roar of hatred and triump, Baras's hands sparked with lightning. His rage outpoured in full, the electrical arcs ripped through the Togrutan's body, and, spasming, he blasted her into the hallway. Grinning with wicked pleasure beneath his mask, he turned to Leneer, her eyes blazing, and beckoned with his saber.

Within the hall, Ra was shaken up. The frantic fight had come from nowhere-never had she been in such a battle, one with no possibility of yield, and the experience was jarring. She breathed deeply, carefully keeping the concern from her face, and her Force presence. "Go-help them. I just need a moment. Catch my breath."

[Zeinbrad]

Tor closed his eyes, his stance staying true and strong. Even with the screams of the ringing his ears like a babies cry for there mother he remained calm, focused. His eyes open after a moment, gazing into Jurius soul like a lion to there pray. With the force, he turned off the holoprojector, he allowed a small smile to creep to his face.

"You seem confident in your abilities Sith." Tor chuckled, he looked to Syo and without a word, motioned for him to take Satele someplace safe. He looked back at his Sith opponent. "But confidence will not win your battles." He finished, making a 'come at me' motion with his left hand.

Emil nodded to Ra, rushing off to assist the others. A few Imperial troopers tired to stop her, firing at her with blaster rifles, but she cut them down or deflected the blaster bolts into their bodies. After finishing a Imperial trooper with a slash that cut him down the middle, she saw Baras blast a Torguta Jedi away with the force. She felt....anger at him, not for his actions but....she knew him. Not personally nor had she ever seen him but her mother told her of him. None of it was flattering, but her mother made her know in great detail of his power and skills.

No matter, she rushed off to help Leneer. As soon she got close, she let off a flurry of slashes, thrusts and strikes. She did not expect to land any, but hoped that Leneer would assist her otherwise she would more than likely have to fall back if Baras grew to overpowering for her.

But despite this, she paused her flurry, tighting up her stance she raised her lightsaber over her at about a forty-degree angle and slashed down at Baras, a 'falling avalanche' strike. After this, she would pause and wait for him to strike which would be meet with a parry and a knee to the groin if able. If not she would settle for a simple slash.

[Anglo Saxon-Franko]

Lord Clique
Taris
The Adventures of Clique: Episode 1: Laughs and Giggles Pt. 2

Last time on the Adventures of Clique! Our sith slammed a trooper into the floor of a shuttle and made a dent! Our sith had landed on Taris and after searching he ran into a group of pirates who are taking him back to their leader. But unknowing to them Clique is a sith who is plotting to kill them and that his act at the Space port was all a cover! Will our sith survive!? Lets found out!

The man that had ordered others to take Clique with them was talking, "Make sure you put him in a cage then keep him under guard. I will go and find the boss, make sure he doesn't mess with anything!" Barked the man as he walked away as the other took Clique and put him in a small cage. Clique looked around the camp, he saw a small ship no doubt the one that the pirates had arrived on the planet with. But he was confused as to why they didn't pick it all up when they were going down to the planet.

"So when do you think Jish will be back with the Boss? Also check on the jammer, we don't want to have anyone scan the area if that thing isn't working again!" Barked one of the men as Jish and some old man walked over to the cage where Clique was. He started to chew on the metal bar in and attempt to keep up his act and try to seem harmless till they let him out of the cage. The camp looked like it was meant to be left and torn down, but it seemed like they used this as a way to make money. Afterall, the planet was a trove of salvageable equipment and that could be made to make money.

"So what do you think Zakul, we could make money off of him and he doesn't seem like a danger." Informed Jish as he look at Clique and laughed. Clique started to swear in his native tongue over and over again and shook his fist.

"Yeah, but we might have an issue finding a buyer. But if he is good with tech we can sell him straight away, I am sure I have a buyer I could con into buying him at first sight. But let him out of the cage, he isn't a danger to anyone. Now Jish get some more men out there! I want more salvage and I want to leave before nightfall!" Barked Zakul as he walked back towards the ship and walked up the ramp. By the size of the ship it couldn't have a crew larger than twenty to thirty onboard at any given time. Jish walked over to the cage and signaled the others to get ready to move out and he unlocked the cage.

Clique pulled out his vocabulator and quickly got it to work before walking out of the cage as they were unlocking the cage. Once the door opened up, Clique pulled out his pike saber and force choked Jish while deflecting several blaster bolts coming at him. Once Jish went still he threw his body at the ship and went to deal with the other pirates that had seen him escape and choke Jish. One of the pirates got on the comms and alerted the camp, and an alarm went off around the whole camp. Clique quickly cut down several of the pirates that were close to him. Clique made his way towards the ship after cutting down the pirates that were nearby. Zakul walked down the ramp, "Well Zakul, I have heard about you, but I guess you underestimated me and your security. You let a Sith Lord enter your hide out and your men didn't even check me for a weapon. Prepare to die!" Informed Clique as he got into a ready position.

"Ah, well I can only ways a new crew. I have more than enough salvage to hire another crew and still make profit off this place. But I believe if I kill you, I will have more people that will join my crew. I mean who wouldn't want to join the crew of a man who killed a sith!" Chuckled Zakul as he jumped at Clique with a vibroblade. Clique brought up his saber to block the attack. He quickly force pushed Zakul deeper into the ship and through a bulkhead, Clique walked further up the ramp and was met with a storm of blaster fire from some crew that were still on the ship and a whole of the person in a bulkhead. Clique started to block the bolts before taking several bolts to his right arm, he yelled with rage and shocked the crew that was in front of him. Clique grabbing his arm walked through the whole to find Zakul pointing a pistol at him with a broken left arm with the bone sticking out of it. Cliqu quickly cut off the mans hand and walked over to him.

"What was that about killing a sith! You underestimated me and now this is your fate, to die by my hand," whispered Clique as he brought up his saber and plunged it into his Zakul's chest. Clique collapsed from his wounds. He pulled his saber out of Zakul's chest and deactivated it, he then started to lean against it. I really must work on deflecting blaster bolts, this whole thing could have been avoided. Oh well, I better get back to the shuttle and see if those idiots have killed each other yet. Just as he was about to leave he heard sobbing from the corner. Clique sensed a force sensitive near him and he scanned the room quickly and activated his saber once again. A girl at the age of 16 walked into the open, she was bruised and beaten by the looks of it.

He didn't see a saber and she seemed glad to see Zakul dead, "your-your a sith arnt you?" Asked the girl as she took a step closer to Clique. Clique nodded and the girl dropped to her knees and started to thank him and begging him to get her off the planet. Clique could use her as an Apprentice, after all she was a force sensitive so there was no doubt that she could use the force.

"Fine, but you will be my apprentice. Stay close to me and if I even sense a thought about you trying to kill me, I will cut you down myself. So whats your name?" Asked Clique as he signaled for her to follow him.

"My name is Kyria." Informed Kyria as she followed Clique back to the shuttle. Once they were there, they boarded the shuttle and headed back for the sith capital. Clique had some errands to run there and the fact he wanted to rest to let his wounds heal up a bit.

[Kyraina]

Saxon Lashrec

"Well at least Tyran is here now, I would suggest we find a way off this planet. The longer we stay here, the more people we put at risk for execution by the sith when they start to look for us. Plus, I really don't trust this speeder only running on one engine!" Barked Saxon as he joined in the conversation on the comms. They started their descent into the lower levels of the planet and he looked back to see Joseph as he mentioned the sith, "WAIT you knew her!?" Yelled Saxon as he was in shock that Joseph would know a sith and not be labeled and enemy of the republic. But he did share his feeling about the Republic brass, they did have a reputation for lying about many things.

Joseph Brightstar

"Cess Payne, Republic Army, Infantry, Sargent, Killed In Action. Knew her, yes i knew her, I knew her very well, I loved her, and we were intimate when both of us weren't on missions. She was a damn fine soldier, but a better person. Her reputation was the exact opposite of mine. Where I was ruthless, reckless, and did anything to get the job done, she was honorable, careful, and always had careful laid plans. Her unit was attacking a sith training temple, but they were wiped out to a person, or I believed them to be, I never would have known that she had a connection to the force." Joseph said as he leaned and against the bulk head and slid to the ground

[Kyraina]

Coruscant, Jedi Temple: Darth Malice

After being taken off guard twice and the continuing attacks from both Shemera and Joseph, Darth Malice was enraged. The sith lord felt the ground rumble beneath his feet and he jumped onto a pile of rubble. The sith watched as a fighter came flying into the building, shooting the place up. Malice watched as the Bella and her friends entered the ship's cockpit and heard Shemera scream for Cess to destroy the ship. Focusing on his anger, hate, particularly at the moment for Shemera, the bith got into position and began to unleash the full power of his force abilities. However, it was no use. Malice was taken, once again, off guard, this time by Saxon's force push. He looked up to watch as the ship flew by him, managing to escape the temple.
Rage continued to boil in Malice's mind and he glared at Shemera with hate-filled eyes as he got onto his feet. He stormed angerly to his fellow sith lord, with murder in his eyes, and force pushed him against the wall, even more brutally than before and with a shock of sith lighting to come with it.
"What the freaking chaos was that about, Shemera?!" shouted Darth Malice, "Attacking me when I'm in combat with an enemy! Just because I lack all honor doesn't mean you can take victory from me!" He then turned to see the lone jedi was also gone and began to swear and cruse in anger in both basic, huttese and his own native tongue. "Damn it! Now that blasted asshat jedi got away with them!" he barked, before glaring venomously at Shemera, "I could have killed that fool I have subdued! Now he and his pitiful friends are gone because of your interference! I came here to kill! Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you."

Cess Payne

"Because if you do, then I won't help you, or I will attack you myself. I know Brightstar, I know him better then what any report or Intel officer can tell you about him. Just because you had weapons at Brightstar's throat doesn't mean he is subdued. He is a whole different kind of soldier to face, and his life is mine." Cess bitterly as she snapped out of her trance, she started to call on the force, and activated one of her lightsabers to attack Darth Malice


Random Sith Warrior

A Sith Warrior, who had fought in the outside battle at the Aerosteel, and saw the Morning Star fly out of the temple, ran through the temple to find Darth Malgus and Darth Angral. "My Lords, Jedi Master Pavish, Jedi Knight Korr, and Republic Captain Brightstar was just outside the temple, all 3 escaped. Then a Bounty Hunter, a Jedi Knight in armor, and Brightstar fought off another 3 sith before escaping out of the tunnel in a star fighter." The Sith Warrior said nervously as he kneeled before the two Darths

[The Imperium Empires]

Arkius sitting in an ipunkown location" brightstar is it I need your help"
An unfair bounty has been placed on my head I tried to rid Alderaan of sith but was attacked y Jedi and republic forces. They are actully neogotiating with the sith. Please try and lift my bounty I would be grateful and willing to pay"
Arkius then ends the message and leaves.

[Spindle]

Cockpit
The Morningstar
Coruscant

When the speeder shot out in front of them, Bella cursed for a moment, convinced that her last engine was going to disappear in a flurry of blaster bolts. As if to add to the idea, she heard a series of dull thumps coming from behind her. Glancing backwards, she saw Brightstar's face contorted into a grimace of rage as he pounded on the bulkhead. Bella considered asking him to stop before deciding against it. There was too much pain in his eyes for her to try that. Instead, as instructed, she followed the speeder as best she could, her mind moving at a million miles an hour. So...one of the Sith there had been his acquaintance? As he laid the details out to the Jedi, her face soured. More than just an acquaintance, then.

"She's not a speeder, Jedi." She called into the back, "She's a fighter. It's just that she's a little beat up right now."

The soft shhhh of clothing sliding across metal, followed by a soft thunk, informed her that Brightstar had slid to the floor and she sighed. Poor man. She could only imagine what must be going through his head right now - and what must be going through his heart. Jinking the ship as far as she dared to avoid clipping a building, Bella swore softly to herself before levelling the ship out and continuing to follow the speeder in front of them. After several moments more, it slid into a slit between two buildings with the Morningstar following behind them. They arrived in an claustrophobic space with another ship, also very beaten-up and the speeder parked in it. Popping the cockpit's roof, Bella slid over the edge and landed lightly on the ground.

"So...anyone got a plan?"

[Kyraina]

Tyran Pavish, Benn Korr, Joseph Brightstar

Tyran climbed out of the speeder and pulled Benn out with him, who was holding his right arm due to his missing hand. T21 used his boosters to get out of the speeder and rolled up The Morning Star and let out a series of beeps, as Joseph dropped the cargo ramp, and walked down the ramp. He walked to the speeder and found his vibrosword still in the back and grabbed it.

Joseph Brightstar

"Yeah that might work T21, it would require some cannibalizing but it would be possible. Bella, T21, think it might be possible for you, t21, and me sneak back to the Aerosteel, and cannibalizing parts from it for your ship, to atleast get it space worthy. I think we need to get our 3 Jedi friends off planet though as soon as we can, so that means finding a smuggler. I have contacts here still, so I should be able to find us one." Joseph said, then he froze as he recieved a Message from Arkius, but chose to ignore.

Tyran Pavish

"So we leave you and Bella alone on this planet with no real way to get off? No, if we 3 leave you come with us." Tyran said at Joseph.

Joseph Brightstar

"We will be fine, i grew up here, was even in a gang here, we will fix Bella's ship, while you 3 get off planet. It makes sense for us to split up to get away from the Sith, besides between Bella and me are more then capable of holding our own. We also need to get Benn to a medical ship and get him a new hand, so you don't have much of a choice but to leave," Joseph said in a voice saying that he wasn't in the mood to argue, and had a nasty look in his eyes, that was almost Sith like, almost.


Tyran Pavish

Tyran saw the look in Joseph's eye and nodded.

Joseph Brightstar

Joseph walked away from the others and searched for a contact he could trust, and eventually found one. He explained the situation to the contact. He then returned to the others and sighed. "So what do you say Bella? We repair your ship using parts from mine?"

The Contact

That contact then sent a message to Drekkie.

"Drekkie, This is Polaris, I have a job for you, and I know you are on planet. It is of the upmost importance for you to contact me."

[Anglo Saxon-Franko]

Saxon Lashrac

"I have to agree with Master Pavish here, we all need to leave. The longer we are on this damned planet the more civilians are going to get killed or dragged into the crossfire. It would be better for us all to leave on separate ships at the same time going somewhere. I have a small secluded safe house on Tatooine we could use, but I say we should link up with the Republic Fleet and see what the hell is going on in other sectors. We might as well make ourselves useful, and Joseph I don't care if you grew up here, the Sith will hunt you down and kill you. Even you cant deal with that many sith and their minions." Argued Saxon as he starred down at Joseph waiting for something to happen.

Lord Clique
Dromund Kaas
The Adventures of Clique: Episode 2 " A short Homecoming"

Last time on the Adventures of Clique! Clique had single handedly slain a crew of scavenger pirates that were on the planet Taris. They had mistaken his as a simpleton jawa and of no threat. They quickly realized this was not the case as Clique strangled the first mate while he was letting him out of the cage. The Leader Zakul had been slain and tossed through a wall before being stabbed in the chest by Clique. They had been planning to sell Clique off as a slave, but unknowing to him, he found a slave that had been on their ship for several years, her name was Kyria and now he has returned to Dromund Kass to resupply before heading off to Coruscant to hunt jedi.

Clique had just arrived at his estate or well his former master's estate before he killed him. Several servant bots were waiting in the foyer of the estate for his orders. Kyria had changed into new clothes and no longer look like she had been a slave for several years on that ship. But the bruises and would take time to heal and there was nothing he could do about that. Soon her training would start. But his contacts had mentioned that several jedi had been spotted on Coruscant. "Kyria you will be safe here, I have several HK droids scouting the area. I have some hunting to do on Coruscant. The droids will show you to your room, as well as take care of any other needs. All that I forbid is you to leave the estate grounds as you will be defenseless." Informed Clique as he walked down a set of stairs into a well it looked like a conference room.

On the far wall was a case of different objects ranging from weapons to helmets to pieces of armor. Clique pulled out a blaster and put it on the shelf after getting onto a ladder to place the thing. Then a voice came from across the room, "Hello master, I hope your hunt on Taris ended with the death of several meet bags. Judgement: It seemed to go well." Clique relaxed a little bit after realizing the voice was his HK droid Harbinger that had snuck up on him.

"Yes, yes, but I will be leaving against shortly for Coruscant. My contacts had mentioned there are still Jedi alive on the planet and I intend to hunt them all down. So in the meantime you are to ensure the safety of the girl I brought here. She may be useful later when she knows how to use the force, but she is a target right now as she cannot defend her self. So keep an eye on her or I will turn you into what happened to the meat bag that owned that blaster I just put on my trophy shelf." Threatened Clique as he stepped off the ladder and walked over to the table and sat down.

"Of course master, I will keep an eye on her. I will watch her as if she was my own meat bag master, happy hunting on Coruscant and may many Jedi die by your hand. Oh wait, there is a message for you on your desk in your study. I don't know who it is from, but it doesn't hold any trace of poison." Informed Harbinger as Clique stood up and left the room, after a half hour we had boarded a shuttle heading to Coruscant.

[Kyraina]

Saxon Lashrac

"I have to agree with Master Pavish here, we all need to leave. The longer we are on this damned planet the more civilians are going to get killed or dragged into the crossfire. It would be better for us all to leave on separate ships at the same time going somewhere. I have a small secluded safe house on Tatooine we could use, but I say we should link up with the Republic Fleet and see what the hell is going on in other sectors. We might as well make ourselves useful, and Joseph I don't care if you grew up here, the Sith will hunt you down and kill you. Even you cant deal with that many sith and their minions." Argued Saxon as he starred down at Joseph waiting for something to happen.

Tyran Pavish

"No, Joseph is right, we 3 Jedi need to leave as soon as we can, they can track us easily enough, but they will have trouble tracking Joseph and Bella, He knows these streets and alot of the people here, so it'll make it harder. He is a Legend to the kids of the Underworld, plus if anybody can unite the underworld here to fight with the regular citizens against the Sith, then it's him. Plus He can tie up most of the Sith Forces here with hit and run tactics, He is trained for this type of warfare unlike the Imperial Forces. So I think his idea is a sound one. Plus he is not gonna leave till Cess is on our side, or she is to far gone to the dark side to be saved. It will also take time to repair the Morningstar, time us 3 don't have to be here." Pavish said with a pain in his voice that he had when he was admitting that Joseph is right.

Joseph Brightstar

Joseph was about to answer when Pavish started speaking. He put a hand on Pavish's shoulder and sighed. "Saxon, you have to trust me on this. It will work."

[Prolieum]

Jedi Temple

Shimera was not exactly in the best situation. Staring down Malice, it was clear that his apprentice stood with him, but he was still a good ten meters from his still-glowing saber, with no way to bring it closer. The only advantage he had at the moment was that Malice had no knowledge of his lack telekinetic ability-things were looking rather dire. He sighed internally. Ah, well. What use is pride to the dead? "Please, my Lord" he grovelled, stumbling towards Malice, and dropping down before him. "Forgive my impertinence. I thought of my lowly apprentice's well-being before I though of yours, and such is an inexcusable act. I beg your forgiveness, and I submit myself to your just punishment." Kneeling, Shimera put his hands on the Darth's feet, head bowed, desperately scraping to save his own life.

Alderaan

Jurius snarled with rage at his tactic's failure. The man was too composed, too disciplined-but he was still an old man, and unknowing of the power that came only from the darkness. With a snarl, Jurius hurled the weighty holoprojector at the Master, and leapt with a strangled cry, saber igniting, and crashing down with all of his might.

Baras, hope dawning for only a moment, had seen it slam closed. He chuckled briefly as his parry led the new arrival to bruise her knee against his armor, but the laughter died in his throat as she continued to attack, Leneer on the other side. This new Jedi was skilled, extremely so, and though his Soresu countered her Djem So, he found himself again tiring-the same situation as before, but now he was even more drained, and a fresh opponent assailed him. She was weaker, though, and he found himself constantly buying moments of time with subtle pushes of Dark Side energy, just enough to keep him intact. As the blows came, faster and faster, three sabers in an unstoppable pattern, drawing nearer and nearer to his corrupted skin, he had enough. With the last of his strength, he sent a wave crashing outwards, throwing both Jedi back, buying him just a moment. Gasping, though trying his best to hide it, he deactivated his saber, holding it at ready. "Enough. This fight is pointless, we do nothing but corrupt our negotiations. What is done is done-we have business to attend to."


A brief bout of mediation had aided Delsis, and she moved quickly to aid her allies in the fray. She was not, however, alone. Just as Van Tor and his apprentice had been an outer guard, so too was this man-a Zabrak, huge, tattooed, a long-handled saber caressed in his scarred hands. Delis breathed for a moment, then reactivated her saber, green fire spitting from each emitter. The man approached, swung hard, and she parried-only to be lifted bodily, slammed into the wall be the sheer force of the blow. Gasping, she stumbled backwards as the massive weapon crashed down between her legs. Scrambling to her feet, she pushed the colossal being with the Force, an attack which, unfocused, he promptly blocked-then leapt forward, elbow jutting out. The bony appendage struck Delsis hard, splitting her eyebrow, and sending his back, head reeling. She struck at him again, and again he came on. The hall was narrow, his blade was long, and every dodge left just a little less room than the last, every desperate parry came closer to being beaten into her. Each blow jarred the dimunitive woman, her head pounded, her blood screamed, as her defense crumbled, blow by blow. The end of the hallway behind her, she tried for a desperate attack, whirling her saberstaff with blinding speed, she struck-

Only to have the blade ripped from his grasp by the Sith's far stronger blow. She scrambled against the wall, tried to push him again, failed, ducked beneath a sweeping slash, but fell to her rear, freeing her to strike her with his toe, shattering ribs. Gasping, pain blazing from every neuron, she shook before him, as he prepared for the final blow.

Suddenly a sound. A joyous one. Blasterfire. A pair of Organian guards remained, and opened up on the Sith. A spot of hope.

Dashed. The red blade flashed, behind the man's back, and the bolts of energy cut through the men who had fired them.

Delsis shook. Death was at her door. Never before had she experienced this. Hopeless, helpless before darkness. Her doom, certain, her actions, nothing, the lives of others, lost, because of her. As the blade came down, Delis ceased to be, her person fled, and all that was left was a feral animal, a beast of nothing but emotion.

The beast screamed. Waves of power blasted out, the very atmosphere vibrated. as if it would shake itself apart, the ceiling cracked, the walls groaned, and the Sith was hurled, as if by the hand of the mightiest giant, rocketing backwards, striking the wall hundreds of feet away with a sickening crunch.

Delsis returned. Her body shook, more than the room had. Her being quaked. She reached for her saber, tried to grasp it, but her fingers would not obey, her twitching hand knocked the weapon away. She felt as if she was to freeze, but her head was melting, agony searing through it. She could not stand, she could not sit, but huddled, drawing inward, closing her eyes. She reached out to the Force, that fount of light that had so guided her throughout her life, always provided comfort. Nothing. She could not touch the Force. Her body was broken, disintegrating around her, her mind was shattered, her soul twisting and churning, writhing in chaos. Her vision clouded, sparks of red, of black, creeping in, immeasurable pain, but satisfaction as well.

Whimpering, the powerful Jedi rocked on the floor body wracked with sobs, wishing for it all to end.

[Spindle]

Hiding Spot
Coruscant

Pulling her helmet off of her head and clipping it to her waist, Bella felt a slow smile spread over her face. It only increased as Joseph laid out his plan. A chance to fix up her ship? She was in for that! And besides, it would be good to actually get to know the man. All she knew about him so far came from the bounty and what he'd told her and, although that told her a lot about his background, she still knew very little about him.

Hopping back onto the side of the Morningstar and half-dangling over the lip of the cockpit, Bella reached across and grabbed a small box which she hooked onto her free hip before dropping back to the floor. Brightstar had just come back from arranging the extraction for his friends and Bella walked over to him, absently rubbing T21 on the top of his drone.

"We've got this." She told Saxon simply, with an assured self-confidence, "We're two of the best fighters on the planet, and there's only one Sith who's going to go to the effort of seeking us out for such a meagre reward. And I can take her."

She glanced over to Brightstar before grinning brilliantly.

"Ready to go?"

[Kyraina]

Joseph Brightstar

"Oh, your wrong there, I have plenty of enemies here and among the Sith, Hell if your here it's probably cause they placed one hell of a bounty on my head. I've Killed 5 Sith in areas that no republic forces are suppose to be. One was a "blademaster" at one of the lesser training temples, and that was in melee combat, but the fact that you threw me in the fighter instead of letting the Sith have me and Saxon says your not here for the bounty, but for something else, So what is it?" Joseph said to Bella.

[Spindle]

Hiding Spot
Coruscant

Bella arched her eyebrow at Joseph's comments. Well, then. That was probably why he was in the Special Ops, then. If he could kill Sith, that certainly put him in the top-tier of fighters...and certainly a cut above what Bella had him pegged at. Of course, that could just be bragging. Deciding to reserve judgement on the topic until a later date, her mind turned to the bounty. Well...there was the funny thing about why she was here...

"Oh, I am here for the bounty." She smiled off-handedly, "Or rather, I'm here to deny some people the bounty. It's quite an indecent amount they've put up for you and anyone who the Sith want dead that badly is someone I want to meet. Preferably without one of us being in manacles."

[Asgeirria]

Monit Town

Cythraul swept forwards, slamming shoulder-first into the Sith before him. The depraved-looking Zabrak was tossed to the ground a few feet away like a ragdoll, though he quickly jumped up and redoubled his attacks. Cythraul's masterful Soresu form easily deflected the Sith's wild and powerful strikes. Several Sith troopers stormed onto the rooftop from an access hatch, firing at the huge Jedi with precision. Their shots were deflected back at them by the huge saberstave's sweeps and flurries, while their Sith counterpart was slowly pushed to the parapet. The troopers seized the opportunity to flank their adversary, quickly spreading out behind him. Sensing the danger, Cythraul deactivated the bottom blade, and dual-phased the lance-end to impale the Sith, who suddenly found himself spitted like a womp rat. With one swift movement, he caught up his opponent's lightsaber, spread his wings, and launched himself upwards and over the astounded Sith troopers, landing behind them with a whoosh and thump. He rushed forward, jabbing with his lance and deflecting with the crimson saber in his left claw, forcing his challengers back. The troopers found themselves huddled in the corner by their gutted master, firing wildly at the huge reptile in front of them, to no avail. One of the less disciplined soldiers broke to Cythraul's right, and had his legs knock out from under him by a heavy, scaled tail. The remaining troopers threw down their weapons, cowering in awe of their foe. Cythraul wordlessly levitated their weapons using the force, dropping them off the edge of the building. He clipped the Sith's saber onto his belt, and made a running dive off the roof, gliding down to a balcony below them. The cowed troopers fled the scene, knowing what their reward would be if they reported that they had allowed a Sith to die and then surrendered to a single Jedi. However, Cythraul had already been spotted by scouts, and reports of the incident had been relayed to the Sith in the Temple area.

[Prolieum]

Deep Space

He had a force. Now, he had to make it into an army. A node on his wrist beeped-incoming call. Time to wrap this up. “First order-getting the ship running. Everyone to the station where you worked on the ship. Engineers take precedence. As you do that, write up a holorésumé, and send it to my holofrequency. He scribbled it down on a piece of flimsiplast, and handed it off. Beam this order and that data to the other ship. I am going to the Captain’s area to review. Dismissed.” They scurried off. Nightshrike marveled at their willingness. Perhaps it made some sense-he had just saved their lives, or perhaps it was just appearance-they were workers, a combination of the poor and the scum, while he was a man, rifle-armed, fully clad in armor-a figure they were not used to. He strode off into the commander’s room, leaving them to their work. Once inside, he locked the door, scanned the area to ensure no one was listening, and took the call.

Arkius.

He clenched his fist tightly, but listened nonetheless. The Kaleesh was offering thrice his bounty to him. Well. That was something. He sat back, suddenly almost wishing that he had not answered it. Nearly two million credits. The money was great, but his crew… But what was he thinking? The Black Hand had killed his last crew, murdered them all. How could he make this different. Shaking his head, he sent back a response to Arkius.

2.5 million. No bargaining. In my accounts, by tomorrow.

[The Flutterlands]

Coruscant, Jedi Temple: Darth Malice

Darth Malice glanced at Cess with his dark side yellow eyes when she warned him what should happen if he kills Shimera and scoffed. He knows that a mere sith apprentice, still early in training, would stand no chance against a sith lord like him or Malgus and Angral. The bith then glared at Shimera stumbling towards him, begging for forgiveness. Darth Malice rolled his eyes as the sith kneeled before him, scrapping at his feet. The sith lord sighed, while still keeping himself open to danger sense. For while he began to see the begging sith master as pathetic, he didn't trudt him one bit. The bith glanced up and saw Shimera's lightsaber stuck in a wall. Using the force, Malice summoned the lightsaber.
"I think I'll take this as your punishment." said Malice, grabbing hold of the sith weapon, "After all I was trained in duel wielding as well as single wielding. I'd like to go back into the former." The Darth hilted the two lightsabers and force pushed Shimera aside. "Now if you excuse me, I shall report your actions to Darth Maglus and Darth Angral." he said, walking away from Shimers and Cess, "Not to mention, you have lost my trust forever."
Soon, thought Malice, You shall mean it when you call me lord, Shimera, as you bow before me along with the rest of the galaxy. Then his paranoia got to him. Still, I wonder... What tricks could Shimera have up his sleeve? I must suspect all possibilites if I'm to keep him from getting the best of me.
Darth Malice continued walking away from his fellow siths, keeping himself in foresight in case they tried anything. He marched into Darth Maglus and Darth Angral's chamber and saw a sith warrior reporting to the two sith lords. Malice began to quietly hum a tune to calm his nerves as he awaited his turn.

[Prolieum]

Coruscant, Senate Spaceport

A quiet beep sounded in Drekkie’s ear, and she bit her tongue. She was well beyond the Sith group, and the sound was quiet, her sensitive hearing only barely picking it up, and not a notabe sound, a beep in a spaceport. but it was not worth the risk. She hustled back around the corner, and tapped the earcap. Polaris’s voice filtered into her ear-it needed her to contact it, and, as it, as much as a droid could, sounded urgent. She sighed. Looked like her little adventure was going to come to an end before it started. Rising to her feet, she headed back to the Arrow, grabbing an encipherer to ensure secrecy, and a few other items, to allay suspicion. Heading out into the city itself, she headed on over to a crashed speederbus, checked the area, and responded. “Drekkie here. What do you need?”