Pawn To E4

[Darth Malfius]

“Captain!” A stout troop announced his arrival with a salute. “Recent scan’s indicate that the planet of Korriban is not uninhabited as we had been lead to believe” He reported in an official manner. “Scanners detect not only humanoid life forms, but an ancient structure in which they are residing. We believe this may have something to do with the Jedi” He explained, finally stopping and waiting for his captain’s reply.

“I see… So some force sensitives have eked out a new hole to hide in…” The captain mused. He then turned to the nearest computer console, leaving the troop to stand at attention behind him. “Let’s just see if they are a threat to our operation then shall we?” His fingers gliding across the keys of the console as he began to run a search for any dangerous technology on the planet surface. It took only a few seconds before the search returned with an electronic blip. “Christ… They’ve got some large guns on that temple of theirs… A few ships in the hanger… And enough people to warrant caution” He said ruefully, reading the number of life forms scanned in the academy walls.

“Sir?” The troop questioned. “What are our orders? Do we send down a strike team to deal with the possible threat?” He suggested, offering up his opinion.

“No… But I want you to keep a close eye on them… I don’t want any surprised, you got that?” He told the troop with a concerned look.

“Sir!” The troop saluted and marched off the bridge to tell the men what the plan was.

“4 ships under my command, and I still have to be weary of things like this… Has the empire really fallen so far?” He questioned himself with a scowl. “If only Lord Vader were still around… He would bring us glory again…” He then returned to his seat, preparing for a long wait, surveying the planet, and hoping that he wouldn’t have to deal with anything from them.

---Meanwhile---

The hanger bay of the Sith Academy was abuzz with activity as servants rushed about, making preparations for the mission the Dark Lord had given his new rising pupils. A task that would not be quite so easy as any may have anticipated, but none the less, a necessary one. A small carrier craft sat in wait on a cleared path out of the bay, a few slaves with mechanical knowledge continued to tweak the systems, making sure they would function properly. Near the ship’s air lock stood 4 of the best pilots the Sith had commandeered from passing ships and through other various means. One would be chosen to be at the ships helm, guiding it through any resistance the opposing ships may have offered.

The deadline was coming fast, and soon the ship would launch with whatever Sith chose to be on board. And with that fast approaching deadline, a darkness filled the room. Every slave froze momentarily, as Darth Malfius entered, his presence extending to all like dark tendrils wrapping around their hearts. “Is the ship ready for departure?” He asked a nearby slave in a hollow voice.

“Y-y-yes master… It n-n-needs only your crew…” The servant stammered as his face stared at the floor, too terrified to even look into the void of his mask. Malfius placed his dark hand upon the slave’s head, causing him to wince in fear.

“Good news will keep you in my service longer… This means that you will live longer…” His hand then left the servant’s head, as he walked towards the ship, his hidden eyes surveying the craft that was to be used for the mission. “Soon… My fleet will grow… And then, the game really begins Solis…” He said aloud. The few that had decided to come were now close enough to have heard his words, and he prepared to send them on their first opportunity to prove their loyalty.

Primary Objectives:
Board the ship and take off

Secondary Objectives:
Ask about Solis

[Darth Nexus]

Nexus walked into the hangar, no one in tow, no one around him. He was probably going to be the first one here, he had felt Malfius enter the hangar a while ago and chosen to go immediately. The sooner they got on with this little task the better. The best part, Nexus didn't have to worry about his little assistant for once, she was stuck in her cell today.

No one here.. not surprising.

Nexus crossed the hangar to the ship that was to be used to transport the squad, Nexus still only knew that himself, Pandoras, and Tynan were going for sure. He had suspected his other 'pupil' might come along but he wasn't sure. For now though he would be happy if they just showed up soon.

Coming up next to Malfius Nexus kneeled before his master and then rose, his mask looking right back at Malfius'. They shared at least something, the desire to hide emotion physically and to keep others guessing. However, if Malfius had his reasons for hiding his features it was surely because he had left the Jedi academy on Dantoonie years ago. Oh yes, Nexus did his homework over the hypernet. His eyes almost showed marvel at what this man had done, left the Jedi to form a new academy of the Sith. He had even told that fool Solis that he was only going to 'try a new teaching method'. The first words that came to mind were bull and shit. But otherwise it was just plain amazing.

"Seeking your revenge on that Jedi Master sir?"

Nexus didn't face Malfius, he merely looked at the ship they would be taking. A small cruiser it seemed, perfect for planet to near ship travel. Probably had a small hyper drive in it that would allow a 5-6 light year jump. Maybe, then again it could be half hyper drive and half hold on for dear life. Oh well, it was a ship and Nexus knew it worked, good enough for him. That got Nexus wondering, who in the name of the Force would pilot this thing?

[Darth Pandoras]

Pandoras sat over the console in the hanger, looking over the images that had just arrived of the fleet overhead. He had been here before everyone else, knowing full well the master had put responsibility on him for the mission and knowing his journey as a Sith would end if things didn't go according to plan. He quickly set about identifying the capital ship and collecting as much knowledge on the design as possible. He was glad to see his plan could work if he pulled it off.

His Dark Lord entered the room, but Pandoras made no move to acknowledge his presence, even after Nexus began conversing. The Dark Lord didn't need another disciple spoon-feeding his ego, he needed someone to get his work done. If someone managed to actually lessen the hatred their Dark Lord had fall all things that was fine, because after today his position would be secured, and they would need to go through him to get it. He quickly turned to one of the slaves.

"Go hide this in the ceiling, in the smuggling panel I told you about. Then get about the rest of your duties."

Pandoras turned back to the panel, ready to go when his Master gave the signal. Until then he would make sure everything was set, and examine the images for any details worth noting.

[Tynan Enid]

Tynan shifted with a soft sigh, having been here for long hours, before anyone had bothered to come in one by one, she simply wasn't all that interested in this beyond the experience which would be gained. She was bored, having been unable to get her hands on any new texts, she had been altering her lightsaber in a far corner. Odd how easy it was to stay unnoticed when you made so little noise. She closed her eyes as she contiuned the small upgrade. Sighing softly, she closed the small panel and nodded slightly, eyes opening. Finished.

The teal beam slid to form soundlessly in test. Nodding slightly, it faded back and she returned it to the clip. Leaning back where she sat she closed her eyes once again and waited for something valuable or worthwhile to happen.

[Darth Malfius]

Three Sith were present within the hanger. Malfius had not acknowledged them, as he did not feel it was necessary. They all knew why they were there, and Malfius was not one to remind. It was then that Nexus approached the Dark Lord somewhat boldly. He questioned Malfius’s intent upon his words, his mind thinking back to old hypernet entry. Malfius liked that bold nature, for it was something that could be channeled towards the dark side easily, to be used in their training. However, a sudden feeling of heavy discomfort around his neck, making his breathing shallow and his brain start to crave oxygen, would soon remind the Sith, that there is a level at which the Dark Lord liked that facet of a Sith. “The matters of my past, are my own to brood upon…” He said, his hand’s still unmoving by his sides. “You would do best to keep out of such affairs…” As his chilling words faded, so too did the grip on Nexus’s throat.

“Pandoras… Upon your return, I want all history records concerning myself and the Jedi named Solis Fay’den to be locked under the ancient encryption codes… They are for me to access and me alone… Do not look upon them any further than you may have already…” His voice hissed. He was well aware of Pandoras’s perchance for the technology of the academy. He also believed him to be the most trustworthy student to have revealed himself so far. He was rather open about this fact, knowing that it would cause unrest within the student ranks, forcing them to grow stronger, and surpass each other.

“As for you Tynan…” He began. “Do not fiddle with your saber so close to a mission… Else it will fail you in combat… And if it fails you… Then you will fail me… And I do not take kindly to failure…” He warned the lone female who had believed herself hidden from everyone.

“You are all to board the ship after a suitable pilot is chosen, and take control of a ship. Once you have that, then controlling the others is only a matter of time… But I want this done before they have time to call upon any more ships… I do not want our temple to be known just yet…” He told them all sternly. “If you fail, then your lives are forfeit…” And with that, he turned on his heel, and left the hanger. His cloak flowing behind him.

Primary Objectives:
Board Ship
Pick a Pilot

Secondary Objectives:
Ask about Solis - Complete (Nexus)

[Darth Pandoras]

"You heard the Master, everyone on board. The pilot is waiting for us."

Pandoras quickly walked toward the boarding ramp, removing his robe and tossing it to a near by slave to place before he returned. Underneath was a body suit of pure black, it's surface appearing like leather except without the reflection of light associated with it. There were numerous pockets, pouches, and straps, all with the intent on keeping contents quiet, not plentiful. He quickly opened one on the right side of his belt, tossing with his left hand his lightsaber toward Tynan.

"Sealed so it works in a vacuum and won't be picked up by detection devices. Soldiers will be easy to sneak around, but the machines on the ship will require more preparation......also, if my first plan fails you'll need to be going out into space."

Pandoras walked up the ramp, boarding the ship. He headed across the cargo area, then the passenger, and finally arriving at the bridge. He then turned down to see a very old protocol droid sitting at the controls.

"I programmed you to fly this thing, so from now on take orders from Darth Nexus and keep you mouth shut if you don't have to translate."

With that Pandoras turned back to the passenger deck, wondering who had already followed him up.

[Tynan Enid]

Though she took a small, invivble enjoyment in the 'reminder' Nexus was given- knowing he was apart of a mission was enough for the moment to know he would not be killed, after all, that was her plan for him at one point in time. Cracking her neck, Tynan made no eye contact with this so called 'Master'- what was his name anyways?

In responce to the freely given critisism, Tynan bore her teeth in visible contempt and small defiance. Who was he to doubt her abilities in saber modification? Who was he at all? Tynan slowly stood, smirked slightly at the comment of forfeiting lives- this was humorus. Whoever he was seemed to have so little confidence in them, it was interesting to her- perhaps he would have better information in stock for her than these two. Nexus more interested in control and believeing his book passing was sly in some cases while Pandoras was more inventive with snide comments and what he believed to be quick whitted. This unamed 'Master' seemed to have just a bit more style.

Raising a hand, Tynan snapped the lightsaber from the air, the silver beam jutting out instantly. Her nose wrinkled slightly- how bland and yet beautiful this was. However her ambering eyes watched as Pandoras walked aboard the ship and she, side glancing Nexus with a small sneer, the silver beam receeding, followed Pandoras. Finding a spot in a corner with ease, she made herself comfortable and waited.

[Darth Malfius]

ooc: Still waiting on a post from Darth Nexus... For someone who's argued with me to revive the board so much, I'm a little dissapointed that he's the one pushing this teitering house over the edge... If you havn't posted by the end of next week, consider the thread void, and my attempts to keep this thing alive dead.

[Darth Nexus]

ooc: I will be posting here tomorrow. Sorry guys life kinda came at me fast and I really did loose posting time I need for this site. As I said I will try to have it up tomorrow.

Edit: OK this is bad, I quite literally can't get beyond one line. Malfius please continue as if I just got on without a word. Please, I can;t do jack, I'm sorry people but this is bothering me now. I'M going to go slam my head into a wall till nexus comes out...