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[Xysis]

Shadzrill smiled as his master complimented the two Sith on their work. Ruthric spoke to the master inquiring on her preference on the next targets. Master, if I may, working as a team may be more effective and may further hone the our skills as a team. Or, we could take out our targets individually to help us grow stronger. Regardless, I shall make my way to the ship to prepare."

Shadzrill walked into the ship, his claws making an eerie scrapping as he walked upon the ramp. There he had to hone his skills, and study. Rest was also in order. He had his itinerary planned out. He would get the bare amount of rest needed to operate effectively, and the remainder of the time left on the ship would be devoted to study. As he needed to begin his training in illusion.

 

[Vayna Akhara]

Sanayana smiled thinly. "I will leave it to your own judgement as to whether you wish to operate alone or as a team; all that matters is success. Consider it a test of your abilities to think for yourselves - make the right decisions to achieve the objective. Decide amongst yourselves. Just bring back the required specimens."

It was time for the Acolytes and the Marauder to prove themselves with a tough mission, one that would succeed or fail depending on the choices made by the participants. She herself would remain on the ship and wait for the others to bring in live specimens, or dead ones, as the case may be; she had a use for either type.

 

[Zach]

((Sorry I took so long to reply!))

Ruthric got back onto the ship as it began to rev up. The vessel was destined for the target planet now, having gathered all the necessary test subjects. The tasks of Sith Alchemy had proven to be a bit tedious to the Crusader, but still worthy in serving a purpose. As remedial as it had appeared, the task was necessary for the masters of the alchemical arts.

The ship swiftly drifted through hyperspace, approaching Kuras III as it slung from the route. The team quickly approached the surface, gathering their equipment and preparing for their future en devours. Ruthric looked to Shadzrill and practiced a means of communication through the Force. He sensed out, feeling the clone's presence and partially opened his mind to him. Telepathy had been a technique he'd practiced a few times, mostly among other acolytes and crusaders that trained with him in the halls of the academy.

'If you'd like to join forces for two of the creatures, I'd be inclined to do so after each of us take out one of the targets. My prime attention is actually focused on the Aganof, which detects motion through vibrations. It's a talent I'm rather interested in, and would like to capture a mated couple as soon as possible," he relayed, intent on his mark. Whether the acolyte replied or not, Ruthric still intended on doing so, and only expected a response of acknowledgement and a specification for his preferred target.

The ship landed smoothly, opening as Ruthric secured the rest of his armor underneath the provided environmental suit. Even if the suit proved to be hindering or useless, his armor would hold sturdy to the corrosive atmosphere. The assassin quickly darted from the ship, heading out to the wilderness with his senses out. He'd been feeling the area with the Force since their descent, and had not only felt the surrounding signature in the Force, but exercised the technique of detecting their life presence itself.

Several presences stood out like beacons in the night, giving off their presences with active emotions and direct intentions. Whether some were on the hunt, or others merely residing in their shelters, they were all identified in the soldier's mind. The Aganof stood out more among the rest of the creatures. Perhaps it was because of Ruthric's intention on finding the beast, and the Force led him in the right direction, but he headed straight toward it.

There were two of the species fairly near each other, resting casually in a cavern that was likely their habitat. The assassin used the Force in his motions, gliding across the surface of the planet and quickly approaching. Before he'd reached approximately five hundred feet, the Crusader focused on himself in the Force, exercising his finesse in telekinesis. His body raised above the ground, folding into a cross-legged position similar to how he'd meditated. The motionless figure drifted idly through the air, passing over many ridges and dips in the expanse until he approached the mouth of a cave.

A few noises could be heard echoing from within, and it was surely to be a couple of the creatures. Ruthric hovered between the walls, silently approaching the deaf creatures. The Aganof were blind as well, and would not be alerted to his presence as long as there were no vibrations. After he was exceptionally close to the creatures, his cloak snagged on a rock, only lightly pulling before snaking loose. Ruthric was immediately alerted to the mistake as the creatures tensed, turning and skittering nervously. There were no other vibrations, and no indication of what caused it might have been. Even a drip of water would have been felt running down the rocks.

Ruthric tucked his cloak to his lap, progressing further until he was above the creatures. He'd had experience in the past with dispatching hindered targets, but that often only led to exceptional use of the other senses. From the belt of his armor, Ruthric snagged a pair of adhesive grenades, hovering just above the center between the couple. He clicked and dropped the pair, alerting the Aganof to a simple vibration upon contact with the floor, but were instantly covered in a sticky substance. They were unable to move, and Ruthric easily reached down to punch them both in the head. With the use of the Force, they were both knocked unconscious, and fell limp.

After a moment, the adhesive substance dissolved and faded away, turning into nothing but a trace residue of the grenade's effects. The Aganofs' bodies fell limply to the floor, and were quickly raised back up with the Force. Ruthric came down to both feet and grabbed both the figures, slinging each around a shoulder. With a smirk on his face, he started making his way back to the ship, ready to drop off the male and female of one of the targets. Using the Force to speed his movements the entire way, the assassin arrived in little time, placing the bodies in the containment cells for the test subjects.