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In the darkest hours of the Thalassian day cycle, a Sith landing cruiser soared through space, and took to it's descent into the thick atmosphere. Aboard the vessel were three men and their pilot. The first was the dark and mysterious Arten Kalla, another was the aspiring Apprentice named Baigo Trandon, and finally the Barabel Sith, Grik Vohari. Their mission; To spark a rebellion...
The ship found it's designated landing zone, and hovered in a small clearing a short distance from the slaver camp.
"We're rather close... Are you sure they haven't detected us?" Baigo asked then pilot.
"Negative. Command has been jamming their surveillance and communications since we entered the atmosphere..." he replied. "Contact me on your communicator when your ready to be extracted."
With a nod, Baigo drew his lightsaber hilt, and jumped from the landing ramp into the shallow snow below. He stared down the path before him, and awaited Arten to arrive at his side.
"So what do you think? Ruthless and efficient, or stealth and guile?" he said as he turned to the man once he appeared.
@Necris
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