The Pirate's Life For Me [STARS]

[SwineOfTheSkies]

"Hello, I am Tobek Fenmore assistant to Senator Bar'lain of Ryloth. I am here to inspect the ship and furthermore I have instructions requesting that as part of the test route you travel to outside of Nazzn."

Berric turned his seat in the bridge to the senator to give his introduction while not getting up from his seat to perhaps offer a handshake or anything else that one would when meeting someone of this caliber of importance or fame.

"Hello, I am Tobek Fenmore assistant to Senator Bar'lain of Ryloth. I am here to inspect the ship and furthermore I have instructions requesting that as part of the test route you travel to outside of Nazzn."

"Good to meet you senator, Flight Officer Berric Kelso, I'm in current command of this vessel.", After he spoke he let the senator continue speaking after he introduced himself but once he mentioned that the request Berric chose to respond once more. "I can most surely make a run for Nazzn, without a problem, Senator.", Berric said before nodding and letting the Senator finish speaking and present his documents as to inform Berric of the inspections' validity. It didn't make cause for any alarm for Berric so he smiled and nodded at the senator before turning his chair back to the controls. With a destination now set he entered the proper coordinates and set the ship to jump to lightspeed while the Ensign was making an announcement over the intercom that the ship would be leaving and entering hyperspace towards Nazzn. After the announcement was made by the unexperienced ensign, Berric revved up the ship and slowly made it's exit into open space and son enough he readied the hyperdrive and set the ship to lightspeed to Nazzn.

"There...should be arrived shortly, systems seem to be checking out perfect... for now at least.", Berric said now a little bit more relaxed then when the ship was in the hangar.

 

[Just Matt Now]

Following Ryak's lead, they seemed to have passed as their fake credentials were checked and approved. Not much blame can come to this Berric Kelso, the sith were all highly trained to mask their identities and fully committed to them, if it wasnt Berric then it would have been the next one to pilot and be in charge of the ship. As they departed the hangar, Vixur noted that things were going all too well. He was wary that something could go wrong, though stuck to the plan. A wise decision choosing Nazzn for their destination. It did not give away any suspicion, and would give them enough time to allow extraction of the ship, and it's crew including Berric.

"So far everythings going well, looks like all systems startup have checked out correctly." He stated as the ship began lightspeed

 

[Bubák]

Thanks to the emergency signs on the walls, he had no trouble finding the escape pods very quickly. Of course, if something really bad happened, everyone had to get out of the ship, and fast. Avreet didn't doubt most of the crew knew how to make their way to the escape pods even without the signs, but it would have been such a shame if someone reversed these signs here and there. Not now though, Avreet had to check out what were they dealing with first. Aside from the standard crewmembers, he didn't see many security guards patrolling around.

The room with the escape pods was a large one. The escape pods were pretty large too. Everyone on the ship could escape. The teenage Mon Cal walked around, taking a close look at the pods. He didn't know much about these things, but luckily for him, another being entered the otherwise empty room. "Afraid of flying, kid?" someone asked in a very deep voice, probably the deepest Avreet had ever heard. The Mon Calamari immediately smiled and turned around, seeing an older man in what he guessed was an Alliance technician uniform. "Well," he started nervously, "Of course not! I just wanted to see if those things were safe enough in case something happened."

The boy's response made the technician laugh. "Sure. Do you want to help me in checking out if the escape pods are in a good shape?" he asked. The Mon Calamari happily nodded and walked closer to the man. "I am Kos. What's your name, kid?" "Rix." Avreet answered, giving him his fake name in case the technician decided to check his identichip. "Alright, Rix. Before we start, do you know how to repair the lock on these things?" Avreet didn't know that.

"Then watch and learn. I have a report that the lock on pod 11 is jammed. We cannot afford that." The man pulled out some device and walked up to the escape pod 11 with Avreet following him. Kneeling in front of the door, he started scanning it with the device and after a while, he nodded. "Just as I thought. Someone must have forgotten to turn off the computer inside. It thinks there is an emergency and it locked the door." Pressing something on the device, the door hummed and opened. "There we go."

"So, these things are completely independent? If the ship is heavily damaged, it doesn't matter to the pods?" "Naturally. It wouldn't have been much of an escape pod if it was dependent on the ship's systems. No, each of those has it's own life support system." "That is clever. But, as we saw, those things lock when you turn on the computer inside them, right?" "Turn on the computer and close the door. It thinks we are ready to launch from the ship and logically, it won't be opening the door when you're flying through the space. Also, it cannot be controlled from the bridge. You don't have to worry about anything then, like the captain accidentaly locking these things." "And how long does it take to get in here?" "That depends. It is designed to be accessible from everywhere in a short time, so I think about four to five minutes." "What about fires? What if there is a huge fire?" "There are systems for that. In case of real emergency, you can manually drain the air out of the most sections on the ship. Except for bridge, of course, since there is the main control panel for these things."

"Hmm. That is interesting. Do you think we are flying through the space already?" "I am pretty sure of it, Rix." Smiled the man, knowing Mon Calamari loved watching stars. "Do you like stars, Rix?" he asked. The young Acolyte had to control himself and not laugh. "Yes," he answered honestly, but didn't say what kind of stars.

The teenage Mon Cal took off again, running towards the bridge to see the STARS. He knew everything he wanted to know, now it was time to find the others. Like before, he watched the signs, though he made sure to simply tear off the escape plan in places with no security systems and people. That would create some nice confusion later. Entering the bridge, he saw that they truly were in the space. Everything was going according to plan nicely. He walked up to the window and stared at the stars, while reaching out with his mind and finding the other Sith. Avreet didn't know much about telepathy, but he certainly knew how to send a quick message to another Force sensitive being's mind.

"Some system against fire here, drains air. Take over the bridge, lock the door. Drain the air out from the rest of the ship and turn off the life support. Few minutes, crew falls unconscious." The teenager fully focused on sending the message to the STARS, hoping some of them caught it and understood it. Avreet then turned around to look at them, his swiveling eyes searching their faces for an indication of understandment. What he planned to do was eliminating the threat on the bridge and lock themselves there. Then, he'd find the controls and drain the air. It should take about two minutes for an average being to fall unconscious from lack of oxigen. The Sith team also could kill the whole crew by doing this, but Avreet intended to turn the life support back on. The Imperial interrogators would love to have a chat with some Alliance prisoners.

 

[Mistress]

'Master Jedi,' Xotomi frowned. She was choking on her own vomit at the announced association. She hopes to never hear Master Ryak call her such a thing again. It felt like a personal insult which almost deserves a retaliation of some sort. But she packed inward her ire as quickly as it had arisen, but her visage could not conceal the immediate flash of her eyes which was struck by her feelings of repugnance. 'What did I ever do to you?' she questioned the Master telepathically, but only briefly, hoping not to earn his wrath for disturbing his concentration.

Xotomi picked up on the Mon Calimari's telepathic announcement. She waited on the Master's approval to act on it. Skeleton crews don't often follow established protocol and often ignore an emergency alert first presuming it to be merely a test. She suspected that this crew would indeed need just the motivation the young man had encouraged. 'Commendable!' she sent back to him. But it is the time frame for the whole ordeal which she wonders about, unaware that her fellow Acolyte had stripped down signage.

But her place as a Jedi was merely to observe and be available for the GA crew. She stood as just that, not one showing interest in the blinky lights and data as the others, but a representation of security, however farce; it wasn't an easy sensation to radiate out to the room. She wouldn't have even known the emotion had she never met Sisk. She struggled with a momentary sense of nostalgia. Xotomi gazed into the stars, wishing she were headed towards his.

 

[MasterTyvokka]

The question from the bruised ego of the acolyte fell into Ryak's mind. Ryak's respone to it was not in the form of words but in the form of pain. A sharp pain would streak through the mind of the acolyte Xotomi. Not enough to cause her to do something to drawn unwanted attention to herself but enough to hurt considerably. The message was clear...Do not question me.

Ryak also felt the telekinetic message of the Mon Cal acolyte and he agreed that this could be exploited. However he also wanted to see if his STARS acolytes had enough drive and brains to take the initiative and exploit this information. So instead of acting on it himself Ryak merely acted as a distraction to the Pilot and crew.

"Flight Officer Berric, if you don't mind. Would you be so kind as to give me a tour of the bridge and explain to me some of the systems that make this ship one of a kind?" Ryak knew that this would keep Berric busy for a while and also keep at least a few of the minimal crew's attention on him.

 

[Just Matt Now]

Vixur was impressed with the plan that Avreet had in mind. Despite his telepathy barely getting the message across, he knew that this would be the smartest way to go about this. It would also result in a limited number of crew members having to die. If they were smart enough not to cross the determined Sith, then their chances of living would increase. Senseless death made no sense to the Anzat. If someone held their breath, then they could be useful in one way or another.

Seeing as how Ryak was leaving i up to the rest of the Acolyte, probably a test to see if they were smart enough to proceed with the plan without having been ordered to. Adaptability on missions was nearly as important as it's objective. If you were not able to adapt to certain environments or situations, then you will surely fail or die on the process. Vixur decided to act on this distraction that Ryak had laid out for them. Knowing full well that if in case their master was trapped outside while they shut off the air, he would be able to survive long enough for them to take over the bridge and rescue him.

The Anzat looked over to the Mon Calamari and used telepathy to communicate. "Lets go, now is our chance!" He said as he got up and headed for the air control panel. There was a red "emergency" sticker plastered over a clear container that encased the proper panel to access the ships air vents and other emergency precautions such as breaches. The Anzat smashed the clear panel, hoping that one of the other STARS members would catch on and head for the door lock. They needed to lock the bridge, and most of the crew outside of it, while they took control of the pilots.

 

[Bubák]

Ryak went to distract a part of the crew, and Avreet took it as a permission to start their work. The Anzat, having the same idea, confirmed he was going to act, and went for the emergency button. Avreet knew they had to lock the door leading to the bridge, but they also had to make sure the alarm was disabled. He didn't want to drain air from the rest of the ship and some crewmember immediately sound the alarm, giving the whole crew time to do something against the Sith visitors. The door was his priority though, so he casually made his way to the control panel there, seeing as no one looked in his directing. There were more interesting figures on the bridge than some kid.

Avreet didn't know much about the Alliance ships, but it's systems couldn't have been so different from the Imperial ships. As such, after briefly looking at the control panel, he found a button which gave him an option to lock the door next to it. Since the door had been already closed, it didn't raise any flag among the crew. Just a silent hiss, and the door sealed itself. Avreet made sure it couldn't have been opened by the control panel outside by an additional option. It didn't even surprise him that such an option didn't have any security, as nobody expected an Alliance soldier to play with these settings, knowing there would be some sort of penalty for doing so.

With the door sealed tight, Avreet walked to the control on the wall, with an Alliance technician sitting next to it. The signs above the panel indicated that it was used to control the alarm on the ship, judging by a picture of a bell. It seemed too risky to try and disable the alarms there with the Alliance god right next to it, so Avreet made sure nobody was looking in his direction and used the Force to bend the light around himself, trying to become as much invisible as possible. After a success, more or less, he had a few seconds to disable the alarm.

Carefully reaching over the man, the teenager touched the panel, bringing up a menu with several options. He went to settings, alarm settings, disable, disable for the whole ship. Upon confirming the option, he returned to the main screen as if nothing happened. The power drained him quite fast, he could only hope nobody saw him as he went into a corner, briefly looked around if someone saw it, and not seeing anyone like that, stopped using Force stealth.

Despite being rather tired, he telekinetically prepared the short sword in his boot to fly into his right hand. His eyes fixed at the man next to the alarm panel, Avreet decided to take him out. Getting close to him again, he tried to get behind him. In this position, he could place the blade on the man's next and make him surrender without a fight. Avreet would have preferred to do this without bloodshed, though he was ready to kill if the Alliance crew on the bridge refused to surrender.

 

[Mistress]

Xotomi's remarkably pleasant daydream of a real man had been abruptly halted as a piercing stab quickly stemmed from her head, slicing down through her entire being, through to the core of her very bones. Her eyes narrowed with increasing contempt. Any man who would be aware of his soul, would have felt her burning holes through his chakra. Her lips subtly parted, left brow raised and, 'PURR!' was all she thought telepathically in return; but certainly she did need to force such candor! She is well accustomed to such treatment! Her Master is an animal! The Sith man is not a complicated being, but rather one easily predictable. She would be more weary of a Master who portrays kindness! And she meant her reply wholeheartedly, for she feasted on the emotion it stirred inside of her, as it is something she can use. And she promised to remember to use it, before it gets the advantage over her.

Then the Bridge was quickly cast into total lockdown. It went unnoticed until the Mon Calimari stood behind someone in a threatening manner. The crew then looked to the Jedi for help. Xotomi reacted by drawing every one of their phasers, and knives, and whatever else they, carried to herself. "Oops," she announced aloud quite droll, in return to their cries for help. "What a horrible mistake I've made."

Xotomi wants to kill. She doesn't want everyone to survive. What a crappy day at work, if she can't kill anybody! 'Lord! Deliver me from this boredom!' Everyone was already disarmed here. Xotomi will burst from the bridge as soon as the doors are reopened. She will look for some of the armed crew upon which she could justify to satisfy her lust for blood. It had better not be a long wait!

 

[MasterTyvokka]

Ryak could feel the anger welling up inside the acolyte, she would soon get to use it. Once the bridge was secured and the air drained out of the rest of the ship, which would inadvertently kill the crew not on the bridge, the acolyte disguised as a Jedi disarmed a large number of the bridge crew near her. At this point those that were still armed drew their weapons but didn't immediately attack as the situation the crew found themselves in was quite shocking and rather odd.

It was at that moment that Ryak force chocked the pilot he had been talking to just enough to cause him to pass out, for they needed him alive. The rest of the bridge crew however were in the wrong place at the wrong time. Each and everyone of them would need to be killed so that it would not be known that the ship was captured by Sith. Within seconds as many crew members dove for, or drew their weapons Ryak had cast off his outer cloak and called and ignited his crimson blade to his right hand. With a quick motion he thrust out his left had and from his fingers arched his signature red lighting, which struck an unfortunate soul burning his flesh and frying his organs.

With a quick leap Ryak landed in the middle of a number of the bridge crew. It wasn't long before bodies littered the ground. However there were still plenty of killing for the acolytes to do. Once the bridge crew had been dispatched Ryak would have further instuctions for the acolytes as the Imperial fleet would be here soon.

 

[Just Matt Now]

Once Ryak initiated his Force choke on the pilot, Vixur knew that the time had come to begin Avreet's plan. and what a brilliant plan it was, even though Vixur would not admit it aloud. The hiss of Ryaks saber did not come alone, as Vixur also unleashed his crimson blade in order to defend himself from the crew members.

He laughed. They would have been better off begging the Sith for their lives instead of drawing on them. However it was no matter, Vixur was glad there would be some bloodshed and drama in this mission since so far it had been rather dull. Using the Force, Vixur grabbed a crew members blaster from his hand and tossed it away. The man seemed afraid, though he still did not give up, he ran for the blaster thinking it could save him from certain death.

Vixur laughed more. Letting the Human man take the baster and fire off some shots at the Sith, which were easily deflected by his lightsaber. Making his next moves swift and fast, the Anzat was upon the man in mere seconds, overwhelming him. Thrusting his saber into the mans gut, Vixur the used the Force to push the man passed the opened airlock doors. Just as he reached the other corridor the doors shut closed. The man would die like the rest, from suffocation, before he bled out.

 

[Bubák]

The man surrendered immediately after the Mon Calamari placed the blade on his neck. Several crewmembers wanted to interfere, but the red blades of the other Sith caught their attention and made them repriotize their targets. As such, the boy hit the man in the back of his head and knocked him out, letting his body thumped to the floor. There were still many people to neutralize, and since all of them focused on the more dangerous STARS, Avreet had no trouble with using the hilt of his sword to knock them out from the back. The unconscious crewmembers were left as they fell, they could be tied later. The Imperial intelligence would surely like to ask them a few questions, so taking as much prisoners as possible was important.

The rest of the team seemed like posessed by some power, killing everyone. To prevent unnecessary loss of life, Avreet massed the Force in his hands and threw it towards a larger group of enemies, throwing them into a wall and knocking most of them out. The ones who remained conscious suddenly didn't feel like getting up, as Avreet picked up one of the lying blasters and aimed it at the men, sending a clear message that staying down prolonged one's life.

One officer used the fact that the boy focused on someone else and tried to get his blaster and possibly take him hostage and negotiate something with the rest of the Sith team. His intentions would never be known, as Avreet turned when the man ran at him and pressed the trigger, making a black smoking hole in the Alliance officer's chest. If the teenager's previous message wasn't clear, this definitely made the crewmembers lying on the floor stay that way.

Looking at his datapad to see how much time has passed since they turned the life support off, he saw it was about seven to eight minutes. That should be enough to knock out most of the crew, if not all. Going to the console, he turned life support in the rest of the ship back on. This would bring plenty of prisoners to the Empire, that was always useful. Also, the Mon Cal didn't want the Imperials who were going board the ship to suffocate.

 

[Mistress]

As the air rushed back into the ship, the bulkhead rattled with eerie pounding thumps, under the sudden returning pressure. Xotomi wasnt so full of heart when it came to dealing with the enemy. She detested the idea of preserving too many survivors to give them the possibility to plot against the captors. It was an illogical decision in her opinion. She didn't want any part of it. But of course, it wasn't something that couldn't be remedied! They are Sith afterall!

Instead of watching the enemy squabble and plead to keep their lives, Xotomi unlocked the doors and exited the Bridge. She is sure there will be a considerable amount of armed crewmen who possess the know how to have avoided the situation entirely. There are a few scenarios running through her head, as to how some members of the crew survived the whole ordeal. Some might have thought it a drill and gone to their stations. She has no idea how strange these GA types are. Maybe they do drills like that. There had to be some containment compartments somewhere around the ship, that could have housed the crew. And maybe some oxygen masks set to drop in conjunction to an emergency system. Some might have gotten to the escape pods, but not have jettisoned, and are now prepared to reboard the ship. And there may be transmissions to jam! If there was anyone worth putting down, she'll be looking for them.

As she passed through the corridor, Xotomi took down anyone who looked like their purpose of existence was not beneficial to the Sith. She kept alive an equal amount of Ensigns, as to those bearing an insignia of ranking Intelligence. The lower ranking crew members would be good to torture, and would most likely allow what little information they knew to roll off their tongue. And as for the Officers, they would know some real information!

But many of the crew, however had not revived as she passed. She made her way through to Engineering. Those she opted to keep alive, convincing a few to be agreeable by taking one of their legs each. As for the Security team she met along the way, they certainly were not going to be spared by Xotomi! That was her most fun, deflecting their fire directly back into themselves. Each one of them bore a look of surprise, like they were not aware of such a skill of the Sith. Xotomi found their shock equally amusing.

 

[MasterTyvokka]

As the air rushed back into the ship a swoosh was heard. This was complemented by the sound of lightning and the hum of Ryak's lightsaber as he cut down the rest of the crew on the bridge, even those that had surrendered. He had given instructions that no one on the bridge be left alive, accept for the pilot. However some of the acolytes seemed to want to leave survivors. This was not necessarily a bad thing as a sith who killed everyone without thought was not smart for sometimes a life preserved could be useful. But in this case there was no reason to preserve these particular lives and that is why Ryak ended them.

As the female acolyte left the bridge to check the rest of the ship Ryak's comm buzzed. With in seconds of this a small fleet exited hyperspace. Ryak could see some of the ships through the bridge view ports. The fleet was an Imperium fleet, however it didn't look as such. It would look like a rag tag pirate fleet to anyone who happened into the system. Ryak pulled out his comm, "Connect with the airlock and bring in the boarding party." The boarding party would kill the rest of the crew but was mainly just for appearances.

Ryak turned to make his way toward the airlock, and then thinking he turned back to the Mon Cal acolyte. "Watch the pilot, he is still alive and must be so when I get back. Do not let him out of your sight, do not let him escape." With that Ryak made one final rotation and headed toward the airlock.

 

[Bubák]

Avreet was slightly disturbed by the scene that happened in front of him. Prisoners or not, Master De'ruus killed every Alliance crewmember on the bridge, except for one man. While the Mon Calamari understood that sometimes those things had to be done, it seemed very unnecessary to him. These men and women hadn't done anything to deserve getting slaughtered like that. Staring with widely opened eyes at the lifeless bodies, he almost didn't notice as the STARS leader said something to his comlink. When the man talked to him, the boy finally managed to tear his sigh away from the mutilated remains and looked at the Sith Master, listening to him.

"Yes, sir," he responded as he watched the red Twi'lek leave the bridge. Guarding a prisoner shouldn't be that hard. Because Avreet didn't want to risk the pilot dying, he dropped the blaster rifle he held in his hand, as he didn't know how to swith it to stunning mode, and took out his short sword again. As a Makashi practicioner, he knew where to strike to cause pain and incapacitate an opponent. He wasn't trained to do it with an actual sword, though, but that shouldn't matter.

The prisoner must have calculated his chances against the young Acolyte and decided to try escaping the ship. Drawing a sword from behind his belt, the pilot assumed the typical Shii-Cho stance. That surprised Avreet, he didn't feel the man to be a Force sensitive, therefore also didn't expect him to know how to utilize a lightsaber form. Realizing he was at disadvantage here, training with real lightsabers and not swords, Avreet held the short sword in his right hand, trying to use the superior Makashi against Shii-Cho. Unfortunately, he wasn't used to the weight of the blade, so his movements were clumsy as he tried to disarm the pilot.

His enemy, on the other hand, trained in the arts of Shii-Cho while having a sword, saw the young boy having trouble with it, so he didn't wait for the amphibian to get used to the unfamiliar weapon and attacked him, a heavy chop against Avreet's blade. The weapon flew out of the amphibian's hand. Quickly taking several steps back to get from the man's reach, the Acolyte summoned the phrik dagger to his grasp again, but the prisoner turned around and ran out instead of trying out his luck at defeating a Sith.

Cursing, Avreet ran after him. His own tactics now turned against him, as the pilot knew where the escape pods were, despite Avreet taking off the signs. The Mon Calamari remembered the way to the pilot's destination, but not the fastest way. By the time Avry got to the escape pods, one was already missing. Master De'ruus was not going to be pleased by that, so while walking back to the bridge, the young Acolyte tried to prepare himself for just punishment.

 

[Mistress]

Xotomi is having the time of her life, let loose about in the underbelly of this flying metal contraption. She almost forgot there was an agenda afterall. Mostly, she hated that the GA skeleton crew made it apparent that they just didn't accept that the Sith are the most dominant victors here; this, shown in the action that they refused to die echoing praises to her superior ability. And of course, this task captivated her attention.

In her wake, Xotomi left her victims as mindless drones. For the moment only, as they are merely hypnotized! This is what is keeping them from wandering about!

She is currently hunting a particularly sly creature, a ranking officer, who managed to one-up Xotomi. She could not stop him before he slipped away from her senses. She treads stealthily through the otherwise abandoned area. Her prey managed to load himself into a Model 8 - Lite Scout Walker, and then activate it. She didn't see it coming. The Lieutenant brought the close quarters combat tank around the corner, it's metal leg landing before her with a loud grating scrape against the metal plates of the floor. Xotomi could not resist a cringe at the unexpected sound. The GA soldier powered up the double blaster cannons, and the repeating laser cannons. Xotomi halted abruptly in her tracks just before slamming her body into the amazing beastly device. "Frak," she exclaimed almost uttered like a prayer. Now this, this with its capability to fire 900 rounds per minute from its blasters, and 60 per minute from its laser cannons, times two, one on each side of it, definitely scared the crap out of her.

She could not weasel her body under it or around it. Lightsaber drawn, Xotomi ran like hell nonetheless. She had not much room to serpentine as she raced through the halls and it ran after her. She was a most vulnerable target. The utilized Force Speed, but to escape this, she thought, certainly requires a plan!

"Walker! Walker!" she shouted along the way as she went, in warning to anyone ahead of her, as the Walker trailed after her. The sound of it blasting away echoed throughout her wing. Eventually she is going to have to do something, anything else! She can't lead it to the Bridge!

Xotomi sent out a Force Push and it faltered, sliding along the flooring, only to be brought back to its feet again by the Lieutenant. This at least bought Xotomi a little more distance.

She thought to do that very same thing again and next draw in close to hack away at its wiring! Twice more, she threw another Push, but each of these times it did not fall!

 

[MasterTyvokka]

As Ryak walked down the long passage way that was the ships main corridor he started to hear the sounds of battle. It was an odd mixture of blaster fire, metal clanking and the hum of a lightsaber. As Ryak approached a crossroads in the corridors of the ship the sound became much loader. Ryak could tell it was coming from the right corridor. Just as Ryak came up to the intersection the female acolyte blew past him. Ryak skidded to a hault just as the metal beast reached the intersection...and it thing didn't take another step. Ryak had heard the thing coming and had prepared himself. As soon as it reached the center Ryak let loose a powerful force push.

The push sent the walker toppling over into the corridor in front of Ryak. It was clear that the pilot of the vehicle was skilled in its use as he quickly up righted it. The laser cannons were seconds from coming to life when the left one was disintegrated due a force blast let loose by Ryak. The left one did begin firing and Ryak had to dodge down one of the corridors to avoid it. The walker began to follow but the operator must not have realized Ryak was no mere acolyte as he shut off his lasers. This gave Ryak the opportunity he needed. Ryak turned around and rounded the corner again and charged full speed at the walker. The operator of the walker, caught by surprise, didn't lead Ryak properly as he fired up the lasers so all he could do was track behind him. Ryak went under the walker and activated his lightsaber slicing one of the legs in half. The walker toppled over. Ryak left the walker untouched and waited for the operator to exit. Since the fleeing acolyte was still near, Ryak wanted to see how the acolyte handled the soldier.

 

[Mistress]

When the Master showed up on the scene, Xotomi quickly dove onto her back as she passed. And as she slid past the connecting corridor where the Master stood, she sent a Force Push out towards the Walker, unaware that he did just the same. She marveled in awe as the metal contraption once agin scrambled to stand upright once more. But seeing it turn the corner and travel away from her, to take off after the Master, Xotomi jumped to her feet again and cringed for a moment. She didn't want the Master to have this sort of trouble, and due to it label her inept!

Xotomi raced after the Master and the Walker. From where she was she heard the clash of a Lightsaber and the Walker land with a thud. She heard nothing afterwards and presumed it disabled. She could feel their presence just around the next corner.

A GA soldier came around the corner next. It's steps were awkward, eerie, almost seemingly disjointed. The Lieutenant, the Walker operator, turned to face the approaching crew member. He begged for assistance in taking down the Sith, while he struggled to slide his body out of the Walker operating seat. But once the new arrival got close enough to him, the Lieutenant shrieked in horror.

Xotomi abruptly popped her head around the corner and leered. With an overly flamboyant twiddle of her fingers for poetical effect, she let the GA soldier's dead body fall to the floor with a solid thud, and land on top of the horrified Lieutenant. Xotomi had been puppeteering the dead man onto the scene. "Boo," she chided through gritted teeth. Xotomi always enjoyed toying with her catch, only the memorable ones, that is. "I believe you have messed up an Imperial vessel."

Without hesitation Xotomi leapt through the air, as the Lieutenant stood, drew his blaster and fired at her. Xotomi tipped her Lightsaber and deflected his blaster bolt directly back into him and followed up with slicing her blade down through him as she landed right in front of him, before his body even had the chance to begin to topple over and to the ground. She stepped through his remains, half of him strewn on either side of her.

Stopping in front of the Master, Xotomi took one look down the corridor at the damage done by the Walker and sighed. "Master De'ruus, I'm truly sorry about this mess." It would surely take a hefty crew to fix all the damn slug holes and burns left behind upon the walls. However, to Xotomi, honestly, it looked cool as hell! It would be a permanent statement of the sheer awesomeness of the Sith! And she was here! She could not hold back her smile. She only hoped it all made no difference to him. Looking down to the completely destroyed Walker and the Lieutenant's remains, she brought her gaze directly into the Master's eyes as she concluded with a matter-of-fact nod, "On the bright side, it won't be happening again." 'Unless there are more of those,' she thought to herself, hopeful. "I should probably be getting back towards the Bay and make sure."

 

[Just Matt Now]

While the others splintered off to deal with the rest of the crew,Vixur took this time to think of the possibilities. It was not every day that they stole a GA gunship, and besides there was enough of the crew left to satisfy being killed by the other Sith. No, Vixur's mind grew larger. He knew a ship like, would have been taking off alone from appearances, must be carrying something decently worthwhile. Vixur's computer skills being where they are, he found a control panel and uploaded a map to his commlink. Just at a glance, he found the storage compartment to be at the mid section of the ship. Leaving the bridge to Avreet, and with Ryak and Xotomi leaving for the rest of the crew, Vixur departed with little more than a word.

He rushed through the corridors, although using nothing to magnify his speed but his own muscles. The Anzat's clothes seemed to flutter in the wind he created. He knew that there had to be something, if anything resources that they could take and share with their Imperial fleet. While it wouldnt be much, at least their crew would be eating like pigs for a few weeks. Although,Vixur had higher hopes.

It wasnt long before he got to the storage bay, while his senses were aware, he still ran into no trouble at all. Though the thought of peace came a it too soon. Two guards stood tall in front of the bay gate terminal. They were in the lowest section of the ship, most of the news reaching them via personal communications devices rather than over the intercom. They stood unawares that the whole ship was commandeered by the Sith. Vixur eyed them carefully, their stares directed right at him. They were nothing more than guards, sentries to the cargo bay...more hope came to Vixur's mind.

Giving them little thought, Vixur's saber came to a crimson hiss just as it was thrown and guided to the right guard. The Anzat reached out with the Force, grabbing the tendrils around the second and yanking him towards the ship bulkhead. While his saber slashed through the mans chest, the other's head hit the durasteel so hard there was no way he could survive. Vixur's saber was recalled back to his hand, and he kept walking, straight for the cargo bay terminal.

The terminal required a passkey, one of which was dangling off of the bloodied guards neck. It worked as expected to open the blastdoors and reveal what was hidden behind them.

Vixur saw what he had expected, mostly rations and resources in large containers piled high on top of one another. Though he kept walking in, the room much larger then it appeared outside. Vixur trekked further in, deeper passed the large and high stacked containers. Soon he saw containers that were man-sized. Dozens of them lined up straight in rows and columns. Unsealing the very first he, a smile formed on his lips...

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Vixur strolled into the battle scene where Ryak and Xotomi had been. The scene was destructive, though it only proved well for the Sith side. Eyeing Ryak, he made sure to get his attention before he spoke.

"Seems like they were transporting these guys to Coruscant. Think they'll serve our purposes any better?" Vixur said motioning with his thumb towards the four, freshly painted Coruscant Police Force security droids stood on idle with their blaster rifles in hand acting like body guards to Vixur.

 

[Bubák]

Deciding whether to commit seppuku to regain the lost honour or not, Avreet's ear canal suddenly caught a suspicious noise coming from his destination, the bridge. The boy immediately realized it had to be the surviving Alliance crewmembers, trying to make a stand at the most secured place on the ship and attempt to cause many trouble to the four Sith aboard. Force knew how many defense systems were connected to the alarm Avreet had disabled earlier. The soldiers couldn't be allowed to activate it.

Peeking from behind the corner, Avreet saw they were fortunately too busy with carrying supplies and trying to make a barricade. Even as Avreet revealed himself, sword in his webbed hand, the soldiers just stopped in whatever they were doing and stared at him. Naturally, they didn't know what to think of a kid that had just appeared in front of them. Had they raised their weapons and started shooting, they would have killed him in less then a second. The lack of his lightsaber, the crimson red signature weapon of the Sith, made it impossible for him to block blaster bolts, but also didn't give away his true identity. It made the soldiers hesitate, unfortunately for them.

Extending his hand, Avreet sent a strong Force push in their way. They must have realized they were dealing with a Force sensitive now, but it was too late for them. Their own barricades fell on them or got pushed out of Avreet's way, so the boy had no trouble with charging into the small group of men and women of the Alliance. The first soldier to raise his sidearm got his whole arm cleaved off his body, just before Avreet removed his head from his shoulders. While not having the cutting capability of a lightsaber, the short sword could do wonders with unprotected flesh.

Most of the soldiers started getting up, some tossing away their blasters and going melee, but Avreet's precise movements hit them in their necks, pierced their hearts, cut their arteries. Energy saving, precise movements, yet as lethal as cutting their heads off. The boy's top priority was to deal with the ones trying to take an aim at him while not hitting their comrades, so he danced through the soldiers, the silver phrik blade delivering short and deadly kisses to those he deemed most dangerous.

In a short time, seven bodies lied on the floor in a pool of blood. Another joined them after getting stabbed in the head, leaving only one woman. Turning around to run, she underestimated Avreet's abilities, not realizing the boy has been using Force speed during the whole fight, making himself faster. His sword hit her between her shoulder and neck, cutting through her until it got stuck in her rib cage. Letting her fall and kicking into her body to free his weapon, he looked around and smiled in satisfaction. The assassin training had really paid off. There was still the matter with escaped prisoner, but that didn't worry him too much anymore.

 

[MasterTyvokka]

Ryak watched as the female acolyte had her own and very interesting way of dealing with the walker operator. But it was effective so Ryak didn't have a problem with it. Just as Ryak was about to turn and head for the airlock when the Anzat approached with a group of Coruscant security droids. "Those will be acquisitioned by STARS. You are responsible for making sure they get back in one piece." Ryak then turned and walked briskly to the airlock. When Ryak arrived the Sith ship that was disguised as a pirate ship had docked and all Ryak had to do was open the airlock. A squad of troopers flooded in, the commander stopping in front of Ryak for orders. "Clear the ship and kill any alliance personnel that are still alive. Then transfer all of your crew and supplies to this ship. Scuttle your own ship and be sure to place some dead bodies in the escape pods of this ship and jettison them. Once you have finished head for Sith space and Ord Mantel's ship yards" "Yes My Lord." The commander hurried off to do Ryak's bidding.

Ryak then got on the ships' intercom, "Acolytes of STARS. You are all to make your way to the airlock for debriefing. We will be leaving this ship." Ryak shut off the intercom but remembering something turned it back on. "Acolyte Avreet, bring the prisoner with you when you come. We will be taking him with us." Ryak shut off the intercom once and for all. As he did so the ship that had been hooked to the airlock unhooked and the droids that operated it piloted it out several km and then it exploded. While this was happening the commander of the ship that was in the process of docking with the airlock commed Ryak. "My Lord, our scanners just registered a ship leaving the hull of the gunship. It made the jump to hyperspace before we could get to it." Ryak shut off the comm and waited thoughtfully for the acolytes to arrive. He was sure they had secured all of the crew but it is clear one got away.