__In orbit of Red Fury Moon Base,__
__39 ABY__

The slow and low vibrations of the thruster engines kept Galleros calm as he lay on the rear bench of the shuttle with his mind firmly attached to meditation. He found the process of meditating on his hatred, his despair and the fear of his capture to be solace. Especially since the partner he has with him is someone he knows very little and yet so much about. Galleros slowly opened his eyes in order to allow the glow of the light above in, as his ears picked up the high pitched voice of his partner. Opposite him she sat with her pale peach thighs crossed over, while one leather boot slowly made circles. Her crimson tight dress folded into stripes as she slouched on the wall whilst still somehow having the same conversation to him.

“...so basically when the emerald legions decided to expel me from the halls, I found no excitement to stay on Zelos II anymore. So I just kinda boarded the next shuttle out with my credits stolen from my fake brother and off to the Shadow Academy! I so love flying!” Mayda, who fiddled with her thumbs, gave her signature smile to show her pearly whites at Galleros as they both locked eyes.

The Quaestor gave a soft yawn and sat up to assess the situation, his head felt light but he figured it was either from laying down for too long, or listening to his partner speak about her history for the past four hours.

“Looks like we’re ready to settle down. Pilot, take us in.” Galleros gave the order and the pilot nodded in confirmation, slowly descending towards the roof of the base.

“Great! Now we have to get inside, kill and murder a bunch of dudes violently and then snatch our prize and turn tail! No problemo!” Mayda gave another bright smile then picked up her lightsaber hilt and waited patiently.

_Please pirates, just kill me quickly. End this suffering._

__Several hours later,__
__Deep inside the basement of the Moon Base,__
__39 ABY__

The halls and rooms were painted red, guts and bile flooded the corridors and left a trail towards the culprits who were just finishing with a lone security guard. Galleros held the throat of a malnourished pirate who was choking on the tight grip of the Quaestor’s firm hand. The male Zelosian held him up in the air with a loose enough grip to be breathing, as his hands were cuffed together. Next to Galleros, Mayda carefully entered the pirate’s mind, scanning and scouring for the necessary information to open the security door. She glared and tilted her head as her senses forced themselves deeper into the unprodded memory, as the pirate squirmed in agony. Whilst Mayda was analysing the mind of pirate, Galleros had his Lanvarok pumping out single blades to slice through his gut with each resistance from his methods. Bile and blood spilled further from his wounds and mouth, as excretion leaked from his rear in fear.

“Okay, I have the codes. You can put out the trash now.” Mayda smiled and nodded with affirmation, as she approached the panel and inserted the codes.

“I feel like we should leave a message for the others. Yet I don’t want his brothers in arms to come looking for us, and I _personally_ hate loose ends.” The Zelosian squinted his eyes as he smirked in his original cold fashion.

“So cut out his limbs and tongue, problem solved.” The Rollmaster of Scholae shrugged uncaringly as she then entered the treasury and searched for the device.

The panicking pirate tried to wriggle out of the vice grip on his neck but to no success. Galleros ignited his lightsaber with a spare hand and cleanly cut the limbs from his body, which castrated him and cauterised immediately, preventing blood loss. Now the Quaestor was no doctor, and he certainly wasn’t going to put his fingers inside the mouth of a weak pirate. So being as rushed as he was, Galleros carefully aimed at the lower jaw and cut it clean off by cutting the bone and muscles in a right angle fashion. This wound also cauterised quickly from the hot lightsaber.

“Right got it! Let’s dash!” Mayda sprinted out and giggled to herself as she stuffed the device into a bag of daggers she also stolen. Surprised, Galleros sprinted afterwards.

_Gotta love a Zelosian girl, best co-operative murderers._

__KSD Damnation,__
__Orbit of the Red Fury moon base,__
__39 ABY__

The Quaestor of Shar Dakhan marched down the bridge corridor, his head held high as if this calling was official and part of a ceremony. His mind blank for the case that Locke may want to probe his mind somehow. He had personally felt this probing before, but Galleros felt it was best to keep the darker thoughts at bay. The hiss and whoosh of the bridge doors welcomed him onto the main platform where he was saluted by a commanding officer.

“Put your hand down! Where’s Locke? Is he around, I have been summoned by him.” Galleros grumbled at the officer.

“Right this way, sir.” The commander shrugged the Quaestor’s orders off and led him to the Consul.

Well I see Locke has chosen smarter officers for this mission, they’re almost too resistant to my abilities.

With a soft smirk creeping onto his mind, the Zelosian focused upon the smartly dressed officer and prodded into his mind. He furrowed his brow and drilled his power into the subconscious of him, battling and grinding to gain the upper hand.

Kill yourself. Attempt suicide. Kill. Your. Self.

Then the officer suddenly stopped, he reached towards his leather holster and unclipped the belt. The commander then slowly pulled the blaster out and armed it, as he turned to a command console.

“Excuse me for a second, sir, I have pressing matters to attend to.” The commander then stormed towards one of the pilots of the capital ship, and tapped his shoulder.

“Lieutenant Commander Torkk, you are hereby relieved of your duty and dishonourably discharged.” Using the butt of his blaster, he whipped his hand and slammed it against the pilot’s head. The officer lost his cap in the process and fell ontop of his console. With a blank face, the commander then hooked the collar of the pilot, yanked him onto his back and rammed the tip of his blaster inside the pilot’s mouth. The commander then fired multiple rounds which caused a splatter of brain and bone tissue to paint the console as the body jittered and shook. Gripping his neck tightly, the commander continued firing until his ammunition was empty, he took his gun back out and holstered it again.

“Carry on!” The commander shouted out, as he marched ahead of the Quaestor and towards the Consul’s personal room. Galleros chuckled to himself in pleasure

Well, it works somewhat. But i’m not complaining.

Once the duo of destruction reached the side door, the commander opened it for the Quaestor and motioned for Galleros to enter first, which he did. Inside the darkroom was a distant blue light, glowing against the pale complexion of Locke Sonjie, his Consul. Galleros slowly walked towards Locke, unsure why the lights were not used and whether this was a test. He began to wonder if he had displeased the Consul due to the harsh outcome of the battle on Aeotheran and in the deserted islands. The Zelosian took off his hood in order to respect his superior and suddenly stopped when he heard a sound. It wasn’t an unfamiliar, just some footsteps from ahead, they were heavy yet calm. But as Galleros could see, Locke was still sat at his desk, the Zelosian then felt puzzled as to whom they belonged to.

“Sjl, welcome. Sit with us.” A very familiar Iridonian voice whispered from the darkness comforted Galleros and he followed the footsteps willingly.

Once he reached the glowing desk of the Consul, the face of Cethgus appeared and nodded in courtesy towards his Quaestor. Locke himself smiled and stood, and offered Galleros a drink. The Zelosian gave a short smile back, Locke knew him well enough that an ice cold liquor is the best way to his good side.

“Thank you, Locke. It has been awhile since i’ve had a drink. I believe I last shared a glass back on Korriban.” The Zelosian quietly said, to which Cethgus nodded in agreement.

“Aye, it was some nice drink.” The Iridonian replied. Locke then took his eyes from the datapad in his hands and then gave it to Galleros.

“Take a look at this. The Red Fury base is heavily fortified with vehicles and shields in the hangars and the control rooms, we need to get in there but it’s a difficult task, even for a group of soldiers. We suggest that you could either gather the troops along with some of your house and storm the hangar dead on, overthrowing the defences. Or you could take the flank, find a way inside and disrupt then from the inside out, it’s your choice.” Locke stood from his seat as he spoke and scanned the datapad just as Galleros did.

“Sounds fun, I believe I can do it with the right soldier and my trusty four-legged friends. If I can get a shuttle to drop me off at the east side of the facility, there’s a vent system there used for Carbon Dioxide filtration. I can take the vent off, climb inside, neutralise the enemy threats and open the shields.” Galleros opened the map of the moon base to direct Locke through his strategy and Locke nodded slowly.

“Or, here’s a thought. The chimney at the top can be disabled from the roof, you can destroy the electrical current in order to cool the chimney, climb inside with your ‘four-legged friends’ and open the shields from there. It leads directly to the command centre for the hangar.”

“Well your idea sounds much better than mine, i’ll go ahead with that.” Galleros nodded with confirmation, Cethgus rolled his eyes in distaste and walked back to the door.

“Your shuttle leaves in twenty minutes, enjoy.” Locke replied and dismissed the Zelosian.

__Roof of the Red Fury moon base,__
__39 ABY__

With a heavy thud from the shuttle ramp, Galleros, a heavily armoured soldier and a juvenile Akul beast landed and scanned the roof for enemy sightings. The Quaestor took a quick scan for turrets through his Carbon Dioxide breathing visor and approached the thick, tall chimney.

“Soldier, destroy this control panel and get us inside!”

“Aye sir!” The commando sprinted over and with his rifle, blasted a round into the panel which in turn shut down the heat extracting system. With a smirk, Galleros climbed onto the ledge of the chimney and began to slide down, followed by the Akul and the Commando. They fell into a long vent that felt warm to the touch, with heat flowing smoothly down the vents the trio could tell it wouldn’t be long before the facility would overheat. A little further down, Galleros could see a grated vent and he began to crawl towards it. The idea of crawling on his knees and arms felt natural to him, touching his primal nature. From the natural blue aura and the sound of fans whirring, the Zelosian could tell it was used for consoles and data storage. He peered inside the grating and saw two officers sitting and watching the automated turrets and the large LAAT systems. Galleros smirked with delight.

A surprise attack, what a wonder to behold.

The Quaestor looked towards the blind beast who was deeply concentrated in licking his testes, he gently nudged the Akul and growled at him.

“Eyrak, kill them all.” Galleros whispered, to which the orange-furred creature slowly crawled over the commando and Quaestor and starting gnawing on the grate. As Galleros gripped his lightsaber, the commando soldier armed his rifle once more for the event of jumping in and firing rapidly. The grate finally fell loose and the Akul jumped inside, then began mauling the officers as they screamed in fear. Then the silence fell and the two humanoids slide out of the vent and dropped into the bloodied room.

“Soldier, disable those defensives. I’ll watch the doors.” Galleros ordered the trooper, and he quickly accessed the console and dived into the systems. When the Zelosian approached his juvenile Akul to praise him, he could see that he was happily rolling in the orifice of the dead, panting in delight whilst coating his back in blood and guts.

“You really are an odd runt. Can you smell anyone outside the door?” Galleros tried to make sense out of the playful demeanor of the Akul, but he was still rolling and rubbing his fur into the blood. Galleros took this as a signal, everything outside was fine and they remained undetected.

The Quaestor approached the soldier to see he was working efficiently as he was trained to disable every turret and shield. The cameras shown that the Dark Jedi out were now beginning their assault into the base, and successfully passing the offline turrets. With a sharp smirk, Galleros and the Akul exited the command room of the hangar as he ignited his lightsaber.

Now let’s have some fun, shall we?

Manually added by SWL Xen'Mordin Vismorsus-Palpatine

Manually added

“There, against the furthest corner of the bar, the right side.”

Colyn Skybender nodded his head towards the direction of a lone Twi’lek who was teal in complexion. Beside him in the misty and heated cantina was one of the Loyalist leaders, Galleros Sjl. The Zelosian clasped his warm hands onto an ice-cold glass of Bespian port and peered off into that direction through the fair fabric of his dark hood. The girl stared into her full glass with hollow eyes, yet her hand kept twisting and rotating the glass counter-clockwise on the bar. Her elbow propped onto the flat surface and her hand loosely curled with her calloused knuckles resting onto her cheek. Although it seemed logical to Sjl, he couldn’t fathom who would be an enemy of the slender Twi’lek. Her entire composure to him felt serene, relaxed and partial to comfort.

Skybender prodded his elbow into Sjl’s rib in order to catch his attention and the Zelosian locked eyes with a case of credits in the soldier’s hands.

“Go over there and buy her a drink.”

“But--she has one.”

Tusken, in all his years of service and time spent in military cantinas, had never met such an uninformed man. He clasped his rough hand onto his leathery chin then rubbed his mouth in disbelief. He shook his head a little and then glanced back at the Zelosian in a serious manner.

“That’s the point, you are supposed to show you care and want to know her.” Tusken whispered against Sjl’s hood.

Sjl, with the expression of a patient dog, kept his gaze at the soldier and furrowed his brow.

“What is wrong with just putting a sack on her head and knocking her out?”

“Because she might have friends in this cantina,”

“So we’ll kill them too. Have you done this before?”

Tusken planted his forehead onto the desk and grumbled to himself. If he could be stuck with anyone on a mission, the soldier would refuse to be stuck with Sjl. A swift push of his hand with the credits in, he moved Sjl from the table and slipped the credits into his open hand.

“Just buy her a drink, please? Try to act empathetic and supporting to her ‘loss’ whatever it is, understand?”

The Priest nodded slowly, still in a haze of confusion with this game, and slowly walked in the Twi’lek’s direction. As Sjl walked up to the bar, he caught the glance of other Twi’leks sitting at the tables. Their hands showing the same light teal, others with a lime colour and his eyes met with one violet Twi’lek, who gave him a deathly glare before returning to the middle-aged human she was sat on. As he walked closer to the Twi’lek who sat alone, a trio of Bothans slowly walked towards him and left a gap small enough for him to slide through. Their hips were armed with twin blasters, and their eyes gave the same ice cold glare as the Twi’leks before. Ignoring the general dislike he is receiving, Sjl eventually reaches the female Twi’lek and tosses the case of credits towards the Corellian barkeep.

“For the tab of this young Twi’lek, she can drink on me.” Her gaze slowly rotated to meet with the soft voice that it originated, and she furrowed her brow in confusion. Sjl sat next to her, then tapped the bar for the same drink as her and looked back at the Twi’lek.

“Who on this god-forsaken dust bowl are you?”

Sjl smiled softly and reached for his drink, took a sip and sighed with delight.

“A friend, good age on that. I like it. What’s your name, droopy?”

“Droopy!?” Her nostrils began to flare as her grip tightened on the glass, her glare not leaving the Zelosian’s direction.

“I was expecting something Kat’lek, but I guess Droopy is nice too.”

The Twi’lek decided he was not worth her fury and slouched over the bar once more, this time she placed both of her hands over the glass.

“Rhiaen, and yours?”

“Call me Gal, everyone else does.” Sjl smirked softly at Rhiaen, then sipped the drink and looked back over to Tusken who waited in anticipation.

“Why does everyone call you Gal?” Her vision returned to her glass as her hollow gaze once again returned.

“It’s shortened from my original name, obivously. Distracted, are we?”

She gave a sigh and slowly traced her thin index finger across the rim of the glass.

“I’m starting to question whether this was all worth it.”

“Explain, Rhiaen.”

She gave the cantina a good assessment and observation, then quickly stood from her stool. To which, Sjl quickly followed suit.

“Not here, open ears. I can show you round the back.”

Sjl nodded in confirmation and Rhiaen led him out. Shortly before he left, Sjl nodded towards Tusken who promptly stood and slowly tracked them out. The Twi’lek softly trotted around the side and into the alley shaded by sun covers which were spread with sand and cuts from stones. The boxes and crates here were filled with empty glass bottles, broken glass and other pieces of fabric. Once closer to the alley exit, Sjl saw an open courtyard that was shaded by the cantina itself. Rhiaen began a commentary.

“All the despair, the tragedy, and sorrow that I have seen since flying here. I’m starting to question myself; was it worth the sacrifice. Was she really worth losing, just for this?”

Rhiaen turned the corner and pulled Sjl close, and in her hand she held a piece of a stone tablet. Etched into the rock were the ancient Sith writings that the Priest came to this planet for, yet only half of it.

“It’s not complete.”

She sighed softly and placed the tablet into his untrustworthy hands, then rubbed her tearing eyes.

“Because they wanted the full deal, both of our lives.”

“Was there another way?”

Her stare slowly lifted to meet with his, and a small smile crept across her face with intention. Sjl could see her hand slowly crept towards her waist, presumably where her lightsaber was kept.

“Unfortunately, there is.”

As the Zelosian stepped back in small panic to avoid her entirely, a small click and cock sound sharply leapt from behind Rhiaen’s head. It was Colyn, standing with his strong right hand firmly onto his blaster. His sharp, grey glare never left her as he pressed the blaster closer to her skull.

“Sorry gal, you won’t be leaving this area with his body. Or the writing.”

She tried to scream, but her shriek was only muffled by the quick blaster bolts that destroyed her head and dissolved her lekkus. Tusken edged over the Twi’lek body and rubbed the back of his neck slowly, then looked directly at Sjl’s eyes.

“You are completely useless with women, aren’t you?”

“She wasn’t interesting.” They both chuckled as Tusken grabbed the writings and slipped them into his duffle bag. Then the two of them left down the alley they Colyn came from, quite satisfied with this result.

The harsh and scorching winds bolstered against the Zelosian’s back as he raced towards the Valley from his shuttle. He preciously covered his eyes from the glaring sun and the beating down sandstorm he was in. His heavy and plated boots scrapped and dragged across the sandy floors, his robes were shredded and whipped by the sands, and his dignity was slowly dissipating. Sjl peered above a treasured piece of cloth that he held near his face, to notice the spire of the academy close to him. He must press on, to make it to the academy is an imperative for the Krath. The vast collection of mysterious, darkened and forbidden knowledge that lay between the walls was like a drug for the Krath Priest. His body was met by the soft whipping inside of an alcove he accidentally walked into, it was dimmer on his eyes, and the warm breeze welcomed by his skin. However, as the Zelosian pressed further onwards, his boots crunched at the sound of numerous inaccessible Sith Scrolls under the sand. Looking further ahead, Sjl could noticed piles of datapads, holocrons and even a random Lavonrak.

Curiously, Sjl delved deeper into the alcove as it turned into a tunnel with torches and floodlights propped across the edges for guidance.His mind wandered to questionings about the occupant of the treasure cove that he just entered. The logic behind entering this place was farfetched, yet Sjl did not agree with the idea of stepping back outside to die in the hands of the weather. Sjl grew more intrigued about the of all the lost secrets inside this cave, he rushed into action and jogged deeper into the cave.

His eyes were blinded by the sun’s glare from the pillar of the vast room that Sjl entered, and as he turned his eyes towards the lower levels he saw a settlement pitched into the ground. New boots sat outside the entrance and a backpack was left beside the crackling fire and sandstone used for a stool. East of the settlement, he could see an old and rusted cruiser, it’s appearance was lost to time however Sjl could sense it meant more than looks for the owner. Sjl dared himself to enter and decided to follow a ramp that was attached to the south-western wall, slowly walking down with his hand near his lightsaber. It wasn’t the preferred weapon of choice for the Zelosian right now, but the prospect of finding a man-eating beast out here were slim. Then Sjl froze, his head remained still as the cold metal of something circular was softly placed onto the temple of his head, a hand slowly crept across his shoulder and neck to secure him in place, and the heavy breathing of a man slithered against his ear.

“Move and you die, stranger.”

Nervous and panting slightly, Sjl slowly removed his hands from his sides and raised them into clear view for the unknown to see. They were then quickly taken behind Sjl’s back and linked together by restrainers. Sjl wanted to reassure the man he was not here to steal, however a doubt in the back of his mind warned him that this might be a Taldryan, Odanite or a Plagueis member.

“I take nothing but answers; I leave nothing but questions.” Sjl whispered, keeping his head forward in fear of losing it.

The unknown man slowly pushed Sjl to edge him forward and forced him to move down the ramp. His boots felt heavier by the second as he was led towards the campfire, still crackling and burning. With a heavy hand, the Zelosian was pushed onto his rear and onto the ground infront of his captor. The Priest now began to recognise the person from his Quaestor’s report; bleach blonde hair, dark brown and droopy eyes, and the signature cigarette from his weathered lips. The smoke of such device flooded the chambers and forced Sjl to gain a chesty cough.

“Connor Grey?” Sjl questioned the Sith.

“How do you know me, wimp?” He furiously stood and stormed towards the Krath, grabbing his neck and yanking him onto his feet.

“We--we were looking for you. My superiors spoke of you highly--said that you knew this place better than the dead Sith Lords. You have a treasure worth buying too.”

“Did he now?” The Sith gritted his cigarette and his teeth, thinking of ideas as the precipice of darkness crept over the Kuati’s face. He patted Sjl’s pants down and prodded around, then yanked the Priest’s lightsaber away and smirked at the design.

“Ah, a brotherhood weapon. This will go nicely in my collection, I’m sorry bud. The war isn’t for you.”

Sjl’s expression fell pale, he tried to wriggle from the restrainers as Grey reached for his pistol once more. His firm grip on the Krath’s neck slipped, causing the Zelosian to slam onto his back and whack his head against a sharp rock. His blurred vision struggled to focus as Grey aimed his pistol at the Zelosian’s face, then fired twice. The cold blackness greeted Sjl for the last time.

As the sun of Nicht Ka set for the day, leaving the eastern side of the planet in darkness, silence droned on. Like a curse placed upon the biosphere. From the darkness, a circular halo of lights began to shine out from the crust, with various blips beginning to flicker alight inside the halo. This was known by the Brotherhood as the One Sith continent on Nicht Ka. The question that was much more difficult to answer was where they bunkered. Then from the silence, flashes of cerulean followed by an orb appeared in the sky. Out stretched the long nose of an Imperial Star Destroyer, which melded and shrunk back into shape as it slowed below light speed. Following suit was the grated and stumpt nose of a Bothan Assault Cruiser. Then followed the various X-Wings of this appearing fleet, that surrounded the two monolithic ships and explored the vast emptiness of space. Latched on the angular hull of these ships was the Arcona symbol, recently painted.

From their position, the Imperial Star Destroyer called ‘Eye’ began to cruise ahead and place itself into an orbit around the dark side of Nicht Ka. Whereas the smaller and less defended Assault Cruiser named ‘Darkest Night’ ascended to the daytime of the planet and anchored itself there. Meanwhile inside the Darkest Night, two Quaestor prepared for their shuttles by walking into hanger with their datapads and Aediles. From the corner of his eye, the Human named ‘Valtiere’ looked at his partner ‘Cethgus’ and whispered.

“Ceth, this attack alone on the One Sith is going to be huge. The repercussions will be seen for years to come.”

With a stern nod and a growl, Cethgus continued to walk towards the shuttle and up the landing bay. Then once inside, he spoke to his partner.

“Valt, this event will outlive our reign and into our descendants reign indefinitely. We must do this right!”

Cethgus struck his palm with his fist to indicate the severity of his words, then gave the pilot the go ahead.

The shuttle curled its wings outwards as it elevated from the floor and pushed out of the hangar bay. The cold metal of the engines rattled and hummed into life as the mechanisms processed quickly. The shuttle arched around the planet’s equator as it was chased by the rising sun. The blazing rays of the hot ball of fire and gas gave the men a warm sensation on the back of their necks, the only positive feeling they will receive in the days to come.

After finally catching up with the dusk of the planet, the pilot and Valtiere notice the huge teal engine flames from the ISD roaring to keep the ship in orbit. This capital uncurled from the planet’s equator and fully in view as the shuttle finally reached the ship’s hangar bay. With the shuttle’s wings curling back in, the shuttle cooled and landed safely in the limelight of the ship’s hangar. The two Quaestors had a blanket of confidence wrap around them as they strided off the shuttle ramp, ready for combat. Surprised at their vision, they saw all their Battleteam Leaders standing in formation in salute. They halted to investigate this odd outcome.

“This is why the Consul summoned you all? To welcome us?” Ceth spoke to them.

Valitere quickly patted the Zabrak’s shoulder and looked at him. “No, my brother, they’re in the hangar to be our first squadron of attackers. We cannot waste more time, the bridge needs us!”

Cethgus agreed then dismissed the Leaders and proceeded ahead towards the bridge. The two men jogged up the stairs to meet two huge and thick framed doors swish open for them, the beeping of consoles and the sounds of commotion that represented the bridge. This was the delighting experience that Valtiere had hoped for. An officer from one of the command controls spotted the two men and walked to them with a datapad in hand. With a sharp salute, he handed the pad to them.

“Your orders from the Consul sir, are to command the Eye whilst in orbit, and observe for any One Sith incursions.” He then gave another quick salute and marched back to his console.

Together, the Quaestors walked up more stairs to reach the command consoles and observation area of the bridge. They already sensed familiar faces, but seeing Turel and Atyiru in their uniforms and standing guard gave them a spark of pride in their hearts. The clinking of their boots echoed the bridge as they approached the observation window, then the Aediles turned and saluted.

“Sir I relieve command to you, no One Sith Incursions yet but we...er I...have had my eyes open” Turel said to Valtiere, who nodded in response.

“Atty, how is your search? Anything out there?” Cethgus said to his most prized leader as he stood by her.

“Unknown sir, the planet is...darted...with Force sensitivity, it’s just the matter of finding the right one.”

“I know you can do it, have we seen...er spoken...to Marick yet” Cethgus said, almost forgetting one of the members did not have eyes.

“No sir, he hasn’t stepped out of the War Council, even when we arrived.” Turel added, with a nervous sensation covering him.

“But we did see Wuntila sir, he came in with us and said something about orders from the VOICE”

Valtiere and Cethgus both appeared puzzled about this War Council, as some of the members inside were indeed attached to Dark Council members.

“I’m afraid we have to assume that the VOICE is not to be blame, if so then Marick would of spoken by now” Valtiere said, who was quite confident of himself.

“Would he really now?” The Zabrak whispered, staring out into the atmosphere of the Nicht Ka nightsky.

Tactical Defensive and Oppressive Strategy Holo-projection Chambers

Inside the dark and silent room, an aquamarine glow blended into the darkness from the centre of a holoprojection machine. This table displayed the orbiting planet of Nicht Ka, with several key tactical points of landing for the fleet, followed by hypothesis routes they could take and other technological ideas from the members inside the Council. On the outer sides of this table stood Strategos and Timeros who bounced ideas off each other fluently. Near the middle Wuntila stood with his muscular and thick arms crossed as he observed the holoprojection for faults and counters. Then opposite Wuntila, the blue chiss named Invictus stood who looked worryingly at his friend, the Consul Marick who continued to pace slowly without a word.

“Look here, there is a field of pure glass made by an old erupted volcano, if we use the sun’s glare to our advantage then we will catch them off guard”

“And if they are not by this ‘glassy glare’ that you so confidently point out? What if they spot the fighters and assault with anti-air machinery?” Timeros replied to Strategos, his face unchanged by the anger of his family brother.

From the corner of Marick’s eye, he caught Wuntila looking at him directly and then the eyes of the hulk peered off to the left. Marick within milliseconds quickly turned to see Legorii walking back with a datapad held out for his Consul. Marick nodded in response and scanned the data in his hands.

“Sight’s transport has been found in ruins, and he nor the Deputy Grand Master is anywhere to be found. The attack...was made by the Master-At-Arms.”

The growl from Wuntila could be heard by everyone, but they calmly decided to not act on it in fear of turning this debate into savage combat.

“Now, we must decide who this traitor is and fast. Legorii, any update about the Justicar?”

“Negative sir, he is remaining with the Grand Master in the Star Chamber,”

“Wuntila, what of Mav?” Marick spoke out towards the grumbling hulk.

“He spoke of his loyalty to the Grand Master and Taldryan first. He is not one to be treacherous.”

With a soft nod, Marick looked to his friend Invictus and tapped his shoulder softly. “And Socorra?”

He chuckled and shook his head and gave a charmed grin. “Oh yeah, because females are known to be treacherous in the Brotherhood. She’s clean, but not in that way.”

Strategos gave out a small chuckle from Invictus’ witty remark and then returned to his place.

“Alright, so we can rule out the Voice, Herald, Justicar and probably the Fist as he is leading a scouting mission on the surface of Nicht Ka. Any thoughts about the Headmaster?”

The room for several seconds remained silent as the members began to think and scour their knowledge banks for anything. Then Legorii spoke up from behind Marick.

“From what we’ve seen. he hasn’t stepped foot outside of Lyspair for awhile. Surely we can rule out James?”

The room fell silent again, unchanged from their views as they all feel unsure about their leaders. Marick turned and scanned his War Council with sharp eyes. “Surely we can trust an Arconae? One of us?”

Silent nods was all that they performed, still unsure about their next step. Wuntila relaxed from his frame and leaned onto the table, then spoke to the Council.

“So if we really are blaming the leader of the Grand Master’s army, the MAA, we need to situate who to apprehend and why”

Navigational Auditory and Sensory Bridge

Whilst the ISD followed the night sky of the Nicht Ka planet, the doors of the War Council at the back of the bridge opened slowly and Invictus stepped out. He walked down the aisle of the bridge and was greeted by the Quaestors who turned to him in patience. The Chiss held out a datapad to Cethgus and whispered.

“Take this to the Togruta...Lexiconus, correct?” Cethgus nodded softly, as he gripped the pad and marched to the hangar. He took a glance at the information then scrunched his face at the initials of ‘MAA’.

“This will not be easy…” The Zabrak said, to question the Dark Forgean’s skill was truly the right mindset.

Tactical and Sensory Portable Dispatch Hangar

Here in the coldest room of the ship, the leaders of the Battleteams were all very silent in their own respective worlds. While they all could collaborate with each other, their minds were far too busy to do so. Andrelious being a pilot had taken out a TIE-Fighter to patrol the ISD, slowly in his thoughts. Arcia sat by herself reading the data on her datapad that she accumulated about the Dark Council and current events. Celevon being a precarious onderonian, stood by the shields of the hangar bay with his arms firmly crossed as he looked out into the planet’s surface. Meanwhile at a table near the door of the hangar, Adam and Lexiconus were sat playing Pazaak. Adam was not a fan of the card game, but with so much time past away, he decided now was a good time to learn, and from his friend Lex right now was a good decision. Together they discussed the rules in whispers and played with their own credits on the table. Adam began to win slightly more credits than Lex, when Arcia came over with a chair and sat herself down.

“Mind if I play the winner?” She whispered to Adam, to which he looked at Lex and the two men nodded.

Then Arcia lost her concentration on the game, her pupil concentrated as she quickly stood and approached the hangar door. “Someone is coming!”

Adam quickly followed behind and nodded in agreement, with his lightsaber already in hand. After waiting what felt like hours into three short seconds, the huge doors swished open and Cethgus slowly stepped in with a shining datapad. “Lower your weapon, Adam, this is a sanctuary not the surface.”

The Human nodded in response and sheathed his datapad. The Zabrak then walked over to the Togruta and offered him the datapad. “Orders from the Consul. Enjoy the hunt.”

Lex, taking the datapad, nodded and flickered the orders open as Cethgus left.

“So, what you going to Nicht Ka for?” Adam said eagerly, awaiting his friend’s response.

“It’s Evant, they want me to capture Evant.” Lex sighed, dreading the mysterious notion of the plans. With a soft nod and a sharp inhalation, the Togruta stood and marched to a shuttle. He opened the ramp and stepped inside, then paused.

“Oh, uh...winner takes my pot out of you two.” He smirked and nodded, then closed the ramp and set off out the shield and into space.

Antei Sector, Antei

The dull grey colours of the shuttle came into vision on the Dark Halls as he descended towards the spaceport. His eyes darted towards the glowing screen that issue his granted access to the Dark Halls. The shuttle wings slowly curled and glinted the moonlight from their tips. Several Brotherhood soldiers met the Togruta at his extended ramp, their eyes and rifles ready for any trouble. After the dust settled, Lexiconus stormed out with his robes attached and proceeded towards the entrance of the Dark Halls.

“Sire, what’s the reason of your visit here?” Commander Draug asked the Togruta.

“I’m here to see the Praetor of Aabs. Inform him immediately.” Lex stated, continuing to storm ahead.

“Aye sir,” Commander Draug nodded in response and accessed his communicator as Lexiconus disappeared into the building.

After several minutes of the shuttle ramp being open with one soldier patrolling it, a low growl echoed the immediate area from the shuttle. Curious, the guard slowly approached the dark ramp with his rifle ready. Making small steps, the soldier took three steps before a haze of orange pounced. After several seconds of struggling, a pool of blood and several shreds of the soldier was the only thing left near the shuttle.

The Togruta finally met the office labelled ‘Praetor of the MAA’, where he decided to slowly breathe and collect his emotions, then knocked on the door. The grey door swished open and the face of the Praetor met him with a cold glare. The Praetor then sat down and fixed his robes, then looked back at the Togruta.

“Shouldn’t you be at Nicht Ka? Taking out the One Sith?” Evant stated, crossing his arms. He now began to feel uncomfortable.

“Yes sir, I am doing that presently.” Lex smirked slowly, as he slowly reached for his Kukri.

Within seconds, the shocked Human quickly stood and gripped his lightsaber hilt, as he glared more at Lex. The Togruta in this flash of event flipped the kukri out of it’s sheath and launched it at the Human’s shoulder. The blade spun in the air torn through the fabric of the Praetor, then stabbed into the frame of the window behind him. Lex then quickly leapt onto the desk and took out his own lightsaber, igniting the emerald blade to life.

“Traitor! Help, we have a traitor!” The Human called out of his office and into the empty halls.

A stone-eyed look fixed onto Lex’s face as he slowly paced further, but Evant reached for his own lightsaber and latched the cerulean blade to life, then kept it pointed at the Togruta’s chest. Evant in his panic, then blasted a ball of telekinetic energy at the kukri, which flew across the office and stabbed into a file cabinet. The Human was now feeling free, and then leaped at the Togruta. With incredible force, the Praetor slammed and arced his sapphire blade into the Dark Forgean’s blade with all his might, roaring in delight with each hit. In a surprised panic, Lexic jumped from the table and kept his distance, continuing to hit and swipe the indigo blade away. The Human then somersaulted off the desk and lashed out a series of strikes and heavy blows across the malachite blade the Dark Jedi Knight clutched to. Evant prepared for the worst as his fist clenched to form a hammer like blow, then Lexic shot up into the air and rolled in the sky, then landed behind the desk. The Togruta then kicked the desk up onto it’s side and blasted a telekinetic wave at it. Evant in fury turned and used his own telekinetic wave which pushed Lexic forward and shoved him into the flying desk, within melee range. A fire entered the Praetor’s eyes as he gripped his lightsaber with both hands.

“You will pay for this, Arconan scum!” He roared out, as the guards outside began to reload their rifles and await for orders.

Hidden behind the desk, Lexic looked around to notice his kukri stuck in the wall, with a sigh he gripped his hidden kukri and looked around the ceiling. With a heating pipe in sight, he smirked and launched his kukri at the pipe, causing the steam to rush out and smoke the room.

“Kill the Arconan!” Evant shouted as he left the room. The soldiers then began to fire a barrage of red bolts into the room continuously.

The blaster fire went on for several minutes, just to make sure that the room was covered. The soldiers reloaded twice already, still waiting for something to scream out with agony. Then as they stopped for their third reload, the emerald blade of Lexic came to life and he rushed out, then stabbed the nearest soldier in the stomach. Using the body as a shield, he shimmered to the outermost guard and shoved the the body into him, pinning that soldier into the jade blade. Lexic clenched his fist and slammed a ball of kinetic force into the two soldiers who flew off his blade and into the next soldier. Then Lexic jumped and landed on the soldier, decapitating him. Two more soldiers remained, their rifles pointed at the Togruta, who growled in fury.

“Blast him!” One said and they began their barrage of blasters.

Lexic quickly stood and deflected them carefully, one scrapped his cheek as he snarled in pain. He got close enough to one soldier and cut his rifle in half, then gripped his neck and slammed his emerald blade into his face. Using the body as a shield, he whipped his blade back out and kicked the body at the last soldier, who having seen this tactic before simply pushed the body away and continued firing. The Togruta deflected another shot, twisted around and lopped off the head of the rifle, then glared at the soldier. Panicing, the man dropped his rifle and slowly slithered back down the corridor.

In the distance, Lexic saw Evant walking away to the MAA Office and smirked, he gave out a whistle and slowly walked forward. Within seconds Evant turned to face the nearby window which covered an entire wall, as a low growl surround him. Then like siege attack, an orange blur smashed through the glass and landed on Evant, who lost his lightsaber in the process and was pinned by this orange creature. The smiling Togruta slowly walked towards Evant then kneeled next to him.

“If you don’t come quietly, i’ll let him rip your arms off, are we clear? The Akul are not simple beasts you can defeat.” Lexic whispered.

With a nervous nod, Evant was cuffed by Lexic and escorted back to the space port. Once the duo reached the open port, several guards were already surrounding the shuttle and investigating the death of the patrolling soldier. Lexic noticed a smaller shuttle off to the left and together they walked over, entered the shuttle and flew into orbit.

“I assume you know why you’re here?” Lexic said to the Human.

He softly nodded and sighed, looking out the window in disebelief. “I know why you have taken me hostage. Because Aabs is the traitor.”

Lexic sighed with relief and smiled, then patted his shoulder. “That’s all I needed to hear, Evant. Now let Marick decide your fate as a heretic.”

The shuttle departed from Antei orbit and headed off into hyperspace, just missing the Antei Defense Fleet catching up.