As the curious Togruta stood in the hangar bay of the NSD Invicta with his head bowed onto the datapad, fingers fast paced across the screen, he sensed a sharp disturbance in the Force. A pinprick on the back of his neck sent shivers down his sea blue back as a note to take his attention onto present matters. His eyes quickly darted up, noticing the two Quaestors finalising their speech, now with a sense of worry for his Masters he continued to scan around the room and probed the minds of others. His Inquisitor skills were beginning to kick in on a serious note this day.
“Something does not belong, a thought maybe?” He questioned himself in a whisper.
Scanning his eyes along the sea of alien heads, his gaze was quickly stopped with the sudden arrival of a pale human face with dark hair. Lex flinched with surprise, gripping his hanging lightsaber but looking at his uniform he knew this man.
“Adam,” He whispered. “Do you sense anything unwanted?” The Togruta looked around again, only seeing loyal faces and all concentrating.
“Yes you,” He replied in a whisper. “Your actions were noticed by Cethgus, relax please?” The human’s elbow nudged into Lex’s rib and Lex agreed to continue listening.
But the sense was still there, like a prodding woodpecker at bark he could not make it fade away. He bit his lip and grumbled to himself, with strength to calm and meditate his thoughts. With a strong urge to speak out, he stepped forward in mid-speech to speak, he had to get his opinion across quickly. Before a syllable left his lips another from the group shouted ahead, it was an unknown hulking brute who stood with a confident snarl. He watched in horror as his Quaestor rushed with blinding speed towards the brute, only to hit a glass wall then rolled away.
“This is not right, this is treason.” Lex said to Adam, slowly leaning over.
“Your senses were sharp after all, you warned Cethgus in time to grab his lightsabers.” Adam uttered to the Togruta’s ear.
We continued to watch as a cloaked man approached Adam’s Quaestor who was now under a very heavy boot. It was no one we have ever seen before, and the voice of his words were not familiar. We continued to prod our minds to question who this traitor was. As Valtiere spat his words out in disgust to the traitor, a tall man strided between the group with an ego spanning Antei’s size and a deathly expression. As things stand the horror that just unfolded as the first steps to treason made Lexiconus boil and steam inside. His anger raged on like the dragon-fire under a forge and he clenched his hand over his lightsaber, grumbling.
“The time has come for leaders to chose, Bolera,” He whispered, staring with a deathly grudge at the tall-standing man.
“We must succeed, at all costs.”
With a swift nod from the Human, they both slowly clutched and lifted their lightsabers from their belts, panting with excitement. They longed for this day.
“Who will follow the Arconae, and purge this Clan, this once great Clan, of its weakness?!” The tall man yelled.
With a quick whip of their lightsabers, the dual emerald blades pointed at the Arconae, their wielders growling with a limitless rage. Before the wise Arconae could act, multiple other lightsabers of different colours sparked to life around them and pointed at the men on the podium.
“You will all perish together.” With those stern words from the men, they left with a handful of other notable Arconans.
As the hulking brute kept staring with an insane rage at the armed group, he left with the Arconae, and Valtiere coughed out his lungs. Lex and Adam quickly rushed to their side and assisted Valtiere up, then Adam proceeded to pick up and carry Cethgus with his lightsabers.
“That training went down well through that thick skull.” Lexiconus nodded and looked around for more signs of traitors.
“They left for the ships, they took ours too. Is this war?” Lex questioned his Master, even if it was the wrong choice.
As Valitere looked upon the limp body of Cethgus, he took him into his own mechanical hand and grabbed the lightsabers.
“The Zabrak would not want to wake in your weak arms, we go to his office,” He stated, pocketing the lightsabers with his spare hand. “You two collect the teams, arm the ship and keep our defenses. I don’t want to see you wretches until I ask for you.”
With the concrete orders ringing through their minds, Lex and Adam quickly nodded and rushed off to the armoury.
“So,” Adam said, as Lex looked at him. “This is war.”
“As a soft smirk begin to slowly rise on the Togruta’s face, he replied. “All is fair, but we’re not playing fair today.”
The two Battle Team Leaders darted down the hallway and disappeared for the night.