Ask Plot Six Feet Deep

[Darth Invictus]

With the others having tracked down the pirates as they retreated, it led finally to the pirate base. Ender and the others had to withdraw after discovering it in order to deal with more pressing matters but he had finally returned to finish what he started. It wouldn't be with a big group like before as it would just be him and Shor. With taking the helm over the Knights, it meant he had at least a little manpower to use for what he wanted.

Ender stood on top of a rocky formation and overlooked the pirate camp down below as they were unaware of his presence and Shor's if he showed up. They had fortified their position since their last encounter as they discovered their actions drew the attention of the Sith. It would make the task difficult but not completely impossible. The two Legionnaires would just have to be smart about how they approached this encampment.

As his eyes scanned over the camp, he saw speeders being used to trolly closed metal crates to different storage buildings littered throughout the camp. He suspected those were the artifacts, at least what the pirates thought were artifacts and of worth. Most of it was most likely trash or just completely worthless stone but they could always find a diamond in the rough. Ender continued to examine the encampment and what their assault would entail as he waited for Shor to rendezvous with him.

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Shorkattatha]

It seemed that once again Shor had been called on to assist another Sith in a bit of slaughter. Some hands were missing for dealing with some pirates, or something like that. Shor didn't care so much about the specific as much. He was sent for by the newest leader of the Knights of Ren to kill, so he came. Good enough.

He was in his Ren armor of course, concealing his distinctively white fur but doing nothing for his size, and was armed with his three primary weapons. The lightsaber and E-11D were on his belt while his hunting rifle was in his hands, a massive weapon that fit his size perfectly. Despite it all however he was still quite stealthy, a trained and natural hunter forged in the Shadowlands of his homeworld.

Shor stalked up the back of the rock formation opposite the pirate encampment towards Ender, the only reliable giveaway to his presence his completely unhidden aura seething with hate and bloodlust. He planted himself slightly behind and to the left of the other Sith and swept his hidden eyes over the camp, taking note of the myriad little details. Cover, people, potential targets, that sort of thing. He was a brute, but he wasn't a stupid one. Shor's brutality was guided by a sharp mind capable of clever planning outside the depths of a Dark Side rage.

After a few moments his mask turned towards Ender, a basic monotone droning from his translator mask.

"Plan?"

@Orbit

 

[Darth Invictus]

Ender sensed Shor approach but didn't alter his position as his gaze remained locked on the camp. He could sense that his associate was prepared to draw his blade whenever the time was ready. The gears turned in his head as his eyes continued to flick over the encampment and formulate a plan. After some time passed, Shor asked if there was a plan and there was a second of silence before Ender glanced at him, "We'll wait until night falls. We have time to spare for now." He slowly backed up from his position so he couldn't be spotted by chance.

A few hours would pass, Ender spending most of that time in meditation with his eyes closed. When the sun finally disappeared behind the nearby mountains, his eyes flicked open and he stood up smoothly as he approached the edge of the cliff again. The moon reflected off his helmet and the yellow eyes they contained underneath. The patrols had died down slightly like the overall buzz of the camp as well. Most of the men either retreated into their beds for the night or relaxed among themselves inside their tent or around fires outside.

Ender crouched before pulling out the hilt of his lightsaber and pointing at the watchtowers that were at each corner of the camp. "Take out the sharpshooters and spotlights quickly." He then pointed towards all the other small campfires and such littered throughout the camp, "I'll take care of the fires." Ender gave one more look towards the camp before bringing his gaze back to shore, "When you move, I do." With that, he jumped from his position with the assistance of the force and slid down the side and made his way towards the camp quietly. If the pirates couldn't see them then they wouldn't be able to hit them.

 

[Shorkattatha]

Shor was silent in the time it took for night to fall on the pirate camp. He was not a terribly talkative sort in what one might consider social situations, so Ender's choice for meditation suited him just fine. He spent the empty time instead looking over the camp and taking notes on his datapad. He was certainly a hunter, and though he was certainly a fierce fighter Shor was also patient. He'd hunted far more dangerous prey than pirates, and he was surprisingly stealthy when it came down to it.

Eventually Ender came out of his meditation and gave his instructions. Shor merely nodded and slung his hunting rifle over his shoulder via the strap. After a brief few seconds, during which his eyes swept over the watchtowers, he began to move down and to the side of the hill. The Dark Side wrapped around him, aiding him in remaining quiet and unseen, but it was skill and practice that blended him into the dark stone and shadow. [/COLOR]

Avoiding any lights and knowing from experience those watching them would have trouble spotting movement in the dark he moved unnoticed to the base of the nearest tower. His claws protracted and he crept up the side of it, moving slowly and steadily, not a sound betraying his presence while he scaled it. Wookiee claws were developed to dig into the trees on Kashyyyk, and could even find purchase in some metals as a result.

He came up around to the side of the two in the tower, creeping over the side of the tower top, and made his move. Massive clawed hands wrapped around their throats, half tearing them out and half crushing them, their still bodies lowered quietly to the floor. He then slung the rifle off his shoulder and balanced it on the edge of the tower, directed it once at each tower's spotlight, and then focused on the farthest at the opposite corner.

The rifle fired thrice in the same number of seconds, each bolt impacting a spotlight and blowing it out, followed by the one in the tower by Shor winking out as he switched it off. Further shots fired out at the now blind watchmen in the other towers, beginning with the one closest to Ender's approach and moving clockwise. While many species saw poorly in the dark, wookiees could see quite well without much light at all. He slipped down into the tower behind cover directly after, awaiting further instructions.

Otherwise, he'd provide overwatch until he felt like doing something else.