The slums

[Phoenix]

A dark figure draped in casual civillian clothing with a old ripped robe cast over his shoulder and a blaster holstered upon his hip paced down the gloomy streets of Nar shadda. On his way he passed a homeless human covered in rags and newspapers begging for money, the figure stopped and underneath his hood stared him straight in the eyes.

"I'm sorry, I can't help anyone" he said

he moved on and turned left down an alleyway smothered in smoke and darkness. The occasional beaming advert lit up his pathway but he didn't need a light to be guided for a light within him radiated but it had faded over the past few months. He kept his head down as a group of roughians gathered in front of him, blocking his path. He stopped and focused on the three gangsters. The rodian seemed to be the leader but the Weequay looked more threatining and the there was the Corran who seemed to be tagging along but also just as determined.

"Hand over all your credits!" ordered the Rodian

no answer

"NOW!" as he withdrew his pistol but the figure was all over him. He kicked the blaster out of his grip and slammed him against the corran with his iron grip. Now he could focus on the Weequay as he charged foward with an iron bar in his furry paws. He swang for the Figure's head but missed as he evaded it and rose with an uppercut strike to the Weequay's chin. The figure cast the Weequay aside with a spinning kick to the forehead which threw him aside. The corran threw a punch to the figure's head but was blocked by his lightning reflexes. He then gripped the Corran by the wrist and pulled him foward to headbutt him head on., knocking him out cold. The figure turned to spot the Rodian diving for his discarded weapon which could porve troublesome if he didn't get to it first. The figure summoned the force and pulled the blaster towards him. The Rodian stared in disbelief at his amazing display.

"You...You're a... jedi, you're dead now!" he said as he dashed off.

Th figure sighed and used the force once again to crush the barrel of the blaster. He tossed it aside and continued his journey through the gloomy maze of Nar Shadda.

[Phoenix]

A day later the hooded figure could be seen making his way out of the local cantina and down the same street where he had been attacked. This time the figure felt no disturbance as he turned around the corner which led him into the same smoky alleyway. The figure paced through the putrid clouds of smoke calmly and reappeared on the other side, he looked both ways... no-one payed any attention to his presence. The pressure was off as he knew that yesterday he had been attacked by gangsters working for a local crime lord who also happened to have his own sindicate in this area. Silently he crossed the street and reached an apartment block entrance where he climbed the stairs to the wise man's chambers. He thought he was secure but something alerted him that in fact he was not. He moved down the corridor and spotted the entrance to his living quaters knocked down, he withdrew his blaster and drew nearer. He pressed himself against the wall next to the door and was about to peer around when he stepped in some kind of liquid... blood. He slithered into the room and sighted a dead Gran layed out against the nearby wall, his eyes blank and his mouth oozing with saliva and blood. He stepped over the Gran's corspe and creeped into the main lounge area where he saw something even more gruesome. The wise man who had helped him to survive all these months now lay half dead in the corner, his flesh burnt where the bolts had struck. Checking the surrounding area he hurried over to the wise man's side and lifted his head from the ground, cradling him in his last seconds of life. Suddenly the wise man opened his eyes and spoke quitely under his breath.

"Take your lightsaber Kalo, leave this place... they will come after you soon, you have a bounty on your head. Return to the jedi..."

Life passed by his eyes as the wise man breathed out one last time before eternally departing. Kalo lowered the gentle corpse to the ground and left the room to return with his lightsaber attached to his utility belt. He had failed to save his companion, he couldn't bear to make anymore attachments, he had to leave... and so he did.

[Phoenix]

Kalo sped down the maze of alleyways that over the past months had been inprinted in his mind for eternity. The wise men who had cared for him urged him to be prepared for desperate measures even if it meant leaving him behind. Kalo wanted to cry but he couldn't he was driven by the concentration on the matter at hand and wished not to look back. Suddenly the force whispered warnings in his mind and his actions echoed the will of the force as he pressed himself against the wall and peeked round the corner to spot two gangsters most likely working for Urjugg the hutt, the one who ran the Nar Shadda's biggest smuggling ring and Exchange, Kalo had ecountered this men before but on innocent conditions now in their eyes he was a hostile who needed to be taken care of. Kalo focused within and sensed other lifeforms scurging the streets all desperate to have his head. He thought maybe he should just cut the two down and make a run for it but he rejected the plan and decided to use the shadows to his advantage. From the alleyway in which he stood he scanned the area for any possible escape route and found one. He ran to the wall, pushed off the wall extended his leap and threw his hands on the bottom of the ladder, he hauled himself up and scaled to the rooftops. "Sithspit" he cursed as he spotted an armed guard patrolling the roof, "only one way to get around this one" he thought. Tensing his muscles he pounced up in the air and somersaulted on the Gran's shoulders and with one quick action he used an old jedi mind trick which merely cut of all feelings but still allowed the body to function normally. He pushed onto the next roof with a leap and dashed onwards, moving with the shadows at his side. All of sudden a patrol hover transport flew over head, Kalo dived for the nearest cover and hid their as the transport zoomed past. Once the area was clear he slipped past onto the next roof, he was almost there or at least he thought so. A minute alert sprang up which turned into a full warning in the force, Kalo searched about the rooftops what he didn't expect was for the origin of the warning to be upon himself. A red dot shined brightly on his chest as did one on his back and one his neck. He was trapped, no agile movement of his blade could ensure his full safety, it was too risky.

"Oh well, I've been away long enough for the jedi not to care about me, I'm sure a few more months won't make any difference" he said as the Exchange closed in on him.

[Phoenix]

Two guards led him down a grimy pair of stairs with then led into a long narrow hallway full of prisoners, mostly people in debt to Urjugg and his crime members but some he sensed were people trying to bring down this evil but were captured in their valiant efforts. He was hurried along by the guards as he tried to somehow escape, the handcuffs seemed breakable through the force but he didn't dare try it because if he did he might risk himself being killed or worse on of the prisoners, he didn't want to be responsible for the deaths of innocent lives anymore. They entered a a large chamber through a heavy door. Inside a cheer echoed within the room, many lowlifes, gangsters, criminals, dealers and bounty hunters raised their fists in victory. Then he sighted the one who had placed the bounty on his head in the first place, Urjugg and beside him a protocol droid acting as a translator. Urjugg cackled then spoke with the droid following.

"You are to be imprisoned and shortly executed by means of drowning in a pool filled with a sea snake, if you happen to survive you will be lowered into a lava pit"

"Great, survive one trial and die in the other why don't you just kill me?"

Urjugg roared with laughter

"You do not deserve such a death, a mighty jedi scum like you. We want our entertainment!"

The crowd roared as Kalo was hustled out and back into the same corridor he had entered through. They used a card key to open the jail door and tossed him inside as the laser bars reignited. Kalo didn't waste any time and sat down in the corner, grabbing hold of a piece of sharp stone. He raised the stone to the side of his shoulder and slit the skin, he reached inside and pulled out the small locater that he had hidden away in case of emergencies. He fiddled with the device and activated it. Far away in the Coruscant system, a radar picked up his location in the jedi temple. Now he had to do was to wait for the jedi to see his distress signal and come and save him, or not.

[AG]

A small craft, a flea compared to the numerous ships flying about the skies of the decayed city of Nar Shadda, made its way into the spaceport. This world was the capital of crime. The hutts were powerful here, more powerful than on Tatooine. The presence of Jedi was anything but appreciated here, and Moroku knew this well as his Delta 10 Aethersprite, the newest model up to date, descended into the spaceport hangar bay like a bird slowly descending into its nest. However, he hoped this would be an in and out operation, one that would not last very long. He could only follow his senses to find Kalo. The beacon had come from here, but Moroku didn't know exactly where it did, but the Force would guide him.

Climbing out of his ship, hood up to hide his face beneath its shadow, Moroku found trouble the instant he step foot onto solid ground. A three eyed, goat faced Gran, followed by a Bith and a rather large Rodian, approached the Jedi, laser pistols at the ready. Moroku knew these three meant business, but the Jedi Master kept his calm, keeping his hands crossed and hidden under the large folds of the sleeves of his dark brown robes, unoffensive. Moroku gave a small bow underneath his hood in greeting. The three aliens did not return the favor.

Who do you think you are to come here without saying who you are, sithspawn? You look like one of 'em Jedi. If you are, you better get outta here 'fore we blast your head off.

Moroku did not convey any sign that he was touched by what the Gran said, and his tone suggested the same.

[shadow=green,left,000]I am not here to apprehend any of you. I am only looking for an old friend. Please let me through, or even better, tell me where I can find him.[/shadow]
The Gran looked at him, astonishment and anger clear on his face as if it were a window right into his thoughts. Moroku did not want to bother with the Jedi Mind Trick. The Rodian might be persuaded, but he was not the leader of the group, and it was the Gran's opinion that was ultimate. The Force would not help him with these three.

Now you're pushin' it, Jedi. You lookin' for that Nautolan? Well, let me take you to him.

The Gran raised his blaster, leveling it with Moroku's face, but the Jedi Master vanished as if he had vaporized. Letting the Force drag him in the right place, Moroku had leapt over the Gran, flipping over his head and turning 180º to face the Gran's back, raising his hands at shoulder level, palms facing up toward the cieling and fingers outstretched, just before landing. As soon as his feet hit the ground, his hands launched toward each other with the strength of a lion to strike at the Gran's neck at both sides from behind. All this happened in little less than a second. When the hands hit the Gran's neck, Moroku held them there, pushing in onto the arteries to stop the flow of blood into the alien's head, rendering him unconscious after six seconds, by which time his hands let go of the Gran to let him fall limply to the floor. The other two backed away. Clearly, they did not want to mess with him. Moroku turned to see them staring at the Jedi with what must have been shock. Being a human, Moroku couldn't tell if their expressions conveyed fear or otherwise, but that was not what Moroku had in mind. He had come here for a reason.

[shadow=green,left,000]Where is the Nautolan?[/shadow]

[Phoenix]

Kalo had seemed to have been dozing when the large bang came upon the prison door arousing him from his dozy state. Suddenly two guards deactivated the laser beams in front of the door and hauled him out of the shadows and into the corridor. He was hustled into a large chamber full of criminal spectaters cheering and screaming insults at him. He ignored them due to the fact that right in the center of the room lay a enourmous pool. It lay quiet and still as did the crowd as he was nudged foward with electro sticks, he peered inside... nothing, no sign of the sea snake but through the force he sensed the creature, swirving around in the depths. There was no way out, he would have to face the demon weaponless... or not. Kalo spun round and kicked the nearby guard in the face then grabbed the electro stick, switched it to non active and released the sharp end of the spear. He then dived into the water and began to swim round searching for the demon. There was no need to hold his breath for he was a Nautolan and he was born in the water and had lived in the depths for most of his childhood, they had been stupid to try and kill him this way but they didn't expect him to retrieve a weapon. He swam on, allowing his athletic build to swirve in out effortlessly, then he sensed the demon. It came snapping from his left side, he evaded the jaws of death and reached out for the creatures long scales. He was suddenly hauled through the water upon the back of the mighty beast and all he could do was climb further up the natural ladder. Using every part of his body combined with his speed he jumpe d further hanging onto the next scale until he reached the top of the head. Sitting on the beast's head with his spear at the ready he inserted the blade into both his eyes, blinding him then went to stab the demon in the head but was thrown off before he could attack. The creature was blinded but it used it's other senses to track him down, he had smelled him out. Kalo stood still as the demon charged foward with it's mouth open ready to engulf him. Still he made no movement and did not waver as the creature pulled him in. Kalo was almost completely swallowed if it hadn't been for the spear that he had struck against the top of the demon's mouth. He pushed it further through the skin until it pierced the bottom of the brain, the snake stopped immediately. Kalo made sure the beast was dead and swam out with the spear in his hand. He swam to the top of the pool only to be greeted by a crowd of blaster rifles an astonished crowd and an infuriated Urjugg. They didn't look happy.

"Looks like it's the lava pit for me, huh?"

[SushiKnight]

The massive shape of the Super Star Destroyer Mandalore burst out of hyperspace like a spear.

Dix and his team were already in the docking back, ready to catch the shuttle that would drop them into the atmosphere of Nar Shadaa, the smuggler's moon.

[glow=green,2,300]Alright, Roughnecks, we're doing a high-altitude insertion - we'll be aboard a LAAT inside the transport shuttle. It'll drop us into the stratosphere, and the larty'll take us down through the superstructure of the moon. We'll hopefully be able to do a landing near the point of General Darken's locator beacon. Somehow, I doubt it'll be an easy drop'n'scoop. Be prepared for trouble.

Shoot to kill, but confirm it's a hostile. I don't want any screw-ups. We're in the Hutt's back-yard here, and General Jangahir'll have my head on a plaque if we make trouble for the Republic.

Luckily for us, the Hutt's won't care if all we do is make trouble for some low-lifes.

Alright. That's all the pep-talk you're getting from me. You know your jobs. Suit up, load up, and ship out![/glow]

The rest of the commando team finished putting on their armour and checking their payloads.

When they were ready, the squad second, the Zabrak Tama Zend made sure they were all secure, then propelled them each into the LAAT/i gunship.

The commandos hunkered down in their crash-webbing as the LAAT maneuvered into the bay of the dropshuttle.

Once all was secure, Dix got on the comlink to the ARC Sargent, who, in the shuttlebay next to them, was going through much the same procedure.

[glow=green,2,300]Sargent. Is your team ready? We'll be launching in... Five... Four... Three... Two... One... Launch![/glow]

There was a slight jolt as the shuttles took off from their respective bays and started the decent into the atmosphere of the planetoid below.

[glow=green,2,300]What should I call you, Sargent? What's your callsign? I'm Dix.[/glow]

[Halcyon]

Sergeant TO-D311 sat thinking about the mission, and fiddling with his Deece, when Dix's message came through. He had never been off Kamino before and his first experience off-planet wasn't going to be a special one. From what he had heard about Nar Shadaa was that it wasn't a pleasant place. All sorts of lowlifes and denizens inhabited the planet. He was just hoped he'd at least get some action in.

He sat for a moment as if deciding whether or not to reply before he responded, "I'm known as Tod among my squad."

[Phoenix]

Kalo was brought to Urjugg's glorious throne room where two Twi'lek women danced beautifully in front of Urjugg's revolting body. Urjugg was obviously lavishing himself in the beauty that was payed to entertain, that of course all broke down upon his entrance. The women paced out through a back door and the gangster'S attention turned fully to him.

"I very much enjoyed your battle with my beloved sea snake, they cost a lot to import... had to get the very best smugglers on that one. However, it matters not now for all there is left to do is to have you simply incinerated. The gamblers have made their money but they won't make anymore. Prepare to die jedi scum, take him away!" he screamed in huttese.

Kalo was hustled out of the throne room, He couldn't wait to see Urjugg's face when the jedi had located him, he just hoped they would come soon. They turned a corner and entered a room with a small lava pit, extending out to middle was plank upon which he would be forced on before being pushed in. A human guard nudged him foward with a blaster rifle, he didn't dare try a weapon strip now for others knew that he might try and if he did then he would be filled with holes under a second. The lava pit drew ever nearer as did his death, he would have to do something but how?

[AG]

Before anything more could happen, the guard was thrown into the lava pit so suddenly it seemed as if a grenade had blown. That, of course, had not been the case. Another Jedi Master was in the vicinity. Moroku Taiemo watched as the guard screamed as his flesh burned to ashes and his bones melted to become a white liquid which would shortly evaporate. The Jedi couldn't bare to see the man in pain despite his eagerness to kill his former master. As an act of mercy, Moroku reached into the Force, tying the colored threads of his soul onto the plain white shirt of the Force, creating the ultimate imagepf unity and power. With a simple thought, Moroku crushed the man's head before he could burn out entirely, ending his pain quickly.

The Jedi lowered his hood, smirking at Kalo. It had been a long time since they last met, and he never even expected to see him again. However, questions would come later. For now, they had to get out of here quickly. It had been thanks to the Bith and the Rodian if the Jedi had found him here and now, and they would lead him out safely.

[shadow=green,left,000]Hi Kalo. Did you miss me?[/shadow]

[SushiKnight]

[glow=green,2,300]All right, we're going in, and we're going in full throttle. That should throw those fighters off our tail.[/glow]

Dix spoke of the four uglies that had attached themselves to the LAAT gunboats upon being dropped out of their respective dropships.

They uglies themselves were a mis-mash of X-wing chassis and the solar panels of a TIE Fighter. They were ugly to look at, hence the name.

The larties themselves dipped and wove through the superstructure of the smuggler's moon, trying to evade the laser bolts from the fighters, all the while homing in on Kalo Darken's locator beacon.

At one point, Dix's LAAT swooped so low over a bridge, pedestrians had to leap out of the way screaming, and a Hutt was knocked off its hoversled.

Their pilot was one of the best, however. Recruited for this mission from the clone Black Squadron, CP-06/3431, Black Nine to his wingmates, never even scratched the paint of his vessel.

Finally the indicator beacon on the holoemitter showed they were directly over General Darken's position.

[glow=green,2,300]This is it! Tod! Start the infiltration. I'll follow shortly. Blacks Nine and Ten. Once we're on the ground, take care of those Sith-spawned Uglies![/glow]

Black Nine took the LAAT/i in for a swift landing, hovering for exactly five seconds while the gunners in their ports fanned the LZ with emerald laser fire and the Roughnecks jumped out into the field, fanning out in a defensive position while the LAAT streaked back off into the sky, uglies following, still intent on the kill.

Dix, with terse hand signals, told his team to secure the area for the ARC troopers' landing.

Under his breath, he whispered.

[glow=green,2,300]Don't worry, General. We're on our way.[/glow]

[Phoenix]

Suddenly reality Kalo right in the face, he was gonna die here and now. The Jedi had been too slow to locate him but it wasn't their fault, they were already occupied with various other issues but then suddenly a figure robed in similar clothes disarmed the guard behind and cast him into the flaming pit of death. Kalo recogised the figure instantly and a feeling of joy overwhelmed him, it was Moroku. They had so much to talk about but now wasn't the time and he was sure Moroku agreed. He grabbed ahold of the blaster rifle next to his feet and blasted the guard who was trying to enter the room.

[glow=Green,2,300]Nice to see you Moroku, let's get out of here[/glow]

The two jedi exited the execution room, they turned a corner and bumped into another guard who Kalo disarmed and punched in the face, knocking him out cold. Kalo spotted his lightsaber on the guard's belt and took it attaching it to his own as they hurried along. As they sped down the corridors Kalo asked.

[glow=Green,2,300]Where's are our pick up team located?[/glow]

[AG]

With equal skill to Moroku's own, Kalo dispatched another guard and retreived his own lightsaber. Now, they were ready to leave. They would catch up to old days later. They had to get out of here quick. The moment Kalo recuperated his weapon, Moroku began to run for the exit, motioning for the Rodian and the Bith to lead him out when Kalo asked about a pick up team. Moroku was clearly baffled by this question.

[shadow=green,left,000]What pick-up team? I came here alone.[/shadow]
As they neared the exits, Moroku realized why Kalo had been asking. The sound of overhead explosions became as clear as crystal to his ears. His focus had been placed entirely on Kalo's rescue. He did not realize that an aerial assault had came here as well. They must have received Kalo's distress signal as well.

[shadow=green,left,000]I guess I didn't. Not to worry. These two will lead us to a suitable ship and we'll be out of here in no time.[/shadow]
Wrong. There was still another enemy to be dealt with. More guards appeared seemingly out of thin air in front of the four runners, followed by the giant mass of Urjugg, who had managed to move curiously fast behind his men. The guards did not hesitate to fire at them. Both Jedi activated their sabers, Moroku defending himself, not intent on killing the guards but disarming them. Oxbow moved like a great waterfall, shielding Moroku behind its great waters from the fiery breath of his opponents. Lasers bustled everywhere like fireworks, splashing sparks all around and rocketing in various directions, some reflecting right back to their sources. 6 guards found themselves weaponless and began to run. The Rodian and the Bith did not escape in time and fell under the heavy fire. "May the Force be with them," Moroku thought as he kept deflecting laser blasts.

[Phoenix]

Kalo's lightsaber swung in harmony with his jedi brother's, repelling salvos from all directions. Even though he had not kept up his training of late he was still able at handling what had seemed to be an extension of his arm over the years. Trident's radiant glow flashed all over the place but the guards doubled and it seemed hopeless. They had no chance of disarming Urjugg's men, his muscle was endless, they would have to make a run for it and try and find an escape route hopefully he would be able to contact clones once boarded on a suitable craft. He indicated to Moroku to drop back round the corner and start running, they did so and the guards began their pursuit. Whilst running kalo spotted a guard stepping out of a doorway luckily he was close by so he gripped the guard by the right arm and swung his left foot round to collide with the human's face, rendering him useless. They didn't have time to search the guard for the keycard so instead kalo required a smoke grenade from the guard utiltiy belt, activated it and hauled down the corridor causing a screen of smoke to cloud the guard's vision. Kalo turned his attention to the locked door beside him and tried severing it with his blade but to no avail, obviosly Urjugg's deep pockets had allowed him to purchase numerous metal layers to avoid problems like these. He searched the area for another escape route and noticed the ventialtion shaft way above their heads which a normal humanoid wouldn't be able to reach without the force, but that was their advantage. He connected himself to the heart of the force and summoned it's power to rip open the shaft. Both he and Moroku leaped upwards and began shuffling along the shaft whilst the guards below cleared the area of the smoke screen only to find that the jedi had escaped. They moved hasitly along the narrow shafts but their journey was halted by the toxic gas that was trying to clear them out like dirty rats. Kalo looked side to side and noticed a narrow duct descending into the abyss, he sensed no immediate danger below and through himself down followed by Moroku. The duct curved and straightened before they fell into what seemed to be a sewage system below Urjugg's Palace, the smell was worse then banther fodder combined with a dead corpse. But light could be seen at the end of the tunnel.

[glow=Green,2,300]Straight out of danger and into the Hutt's crap[/glow] he smirked as they made their way to the end of the tunnel.

[AG]

Moroku silently agreed with Kalo's humorous remark as they made their way through the damp, wet tunnel. He'd never known such a smell before, but he could resist it. The Force surrounded the two Jedi just as the putrid air did. Moroku barely felt the smell as he let the Force guide him. That was the least of his worries. Urjugg's sudden appearance had complicated things greatly. If it weren't for him, the two Jedi would have been off this planet long ago, but Moroku didn't mind. It was only a matter of time and focus before they really would be out. The Jedi Master let the Force guide him.

The majestic waves of the Force carried Moroku to his destination, controlling his movements like a little boy playing with his doll. Everything was clear to the Jedi, as if he were watching the events unfolding from a separate window. He knew where to go, what he would find beyond and what to do. Sirens blared in Moroku's head as the Force nudged him. Danger was up ahead.

[shadow=green,left,000]Urjugg's guards must know we're down here. I sense danger up ahead.[/shadow]
Moroku looked up right above him. There, he found a small shaft leading down to where they were now standing. A ladded was attached to one side of the small, round tunnel. The younger Jedi then looked down to look straight into the Nautolan's black, lidless eyes. Both nodded in unspoken agreement. Moroku lept first, thrown upwards as if jumping from a springboard, the Force acting as one for the Jedi, and grabbed hold of the ladder. Moroku began to climb and Kalo followed suit.

Moroku opened the shaft to find himself in a deserted street. The Jedi only lifted it a few centimeters to look around to make sure the coast was clear. There was not a sign of a living soul. The Jedi spread his feelings on the Force as would a card player lay down his cards on the deck. There were no other players who did yet. The Jedi were alone, and Moroku climbed out, followed by Kalo. They ran full speed ahead, straight into the hangar. One man was there, and Urjugg was behind him as he observed his guard go down another shaft. Once gone, Urjugg turned around to find both Moroku and Kalo. Moroku smiled.

[shadow=green,left,000]Looks like you didn't do so well, did you? Maybe you should work out a little so you can actually try to catch us yourself.[/shadow]

[Phoenix]

Kalo agreed with Moroku so far his efforts to capture them had been minimal, he wondered why but it didn't matter their escape was their first objective, they wouldn't dispose of Urjugg. Kalo could sense that Urjugg's fate was clouded anyway, someone else would be responsible for his death most likely by one if his most trusted colleagues. Kalo spotted Urjugg's personal craft harboured right next to the large mass of blub and ignited his lightsaber and began to approach.

[glow=Green,2,300]We will not harm you, just get out of our way. There is nothing you can do to stop us now.[/glow]

Urjugg cackled and spoke in Huttese which Kalo barely understood, he was a bit rusty on his languages but what he did understand was that there was something else in store for them and Urjugg was more then happy to exhaust all his toys just to save his reputation. Suddenly a dark robed figure leaped down from the cieling, a thick shadow clouded his face. Kalo had sensed this presence but it had somehow changed since their last encounter on Mon Calamari then he revealed his mutilated face. A zabrack with white eyes and various deep cuts upon his face threw of his garments ready for the fight that was about to commence. It was Darth Karth, the sith who had challenged him with his electrical powers, he still carried the same doubled bladed red lightsaber it hiss was still the same as well but there was something very unfimiliar about him. In the middle of his chest was a metal plate with a see through titanium screen and in it was his black pumping away. He then murmured.

[glow=red,2,300]Jet... Jet... look what you have done to me[/glow]

Urjugg then spoke in Huttese explaining how they had come upon Karth's corpse on Mon Calamari through a contact and how he had spent thousands of credits on the research to revive Karth. Then Urjugg ordered his pet to attack and the battle began. Kalo moved into his fighting stance and held his blade at the ready, it's green aurora humming before the storm of the battle. Kalo glanced at Moroku, he hoped he was prepared.

[AG]

OOC: I don't recall Karth having a Darth In front of it. I thought it was Karth Ventri.

IC: The moment Kalo uttered those words, Moroku felt a great flux in the Force. A storm, a great one at that, was beginning to break out, ready to turn into a majestic hurricane and ravage everything under its raveging winds and explosive thunder. Moroku let the waves of the Force take him, let them drag him as he floated like a piece of wood on its surface. He was relaxed, focused on his surroundings and attentive. Kalo spoke, and a dark figure loomed overhead, swimming all out toward the two Jedi within the Force. Rage guided him, manipulated him. Anger and hatred were strong in him, poisoning his mind and soul. Moroku pitied those who suffered such fate, the fate of a Sith.

The deformed dark warrior attacked, double-eadged blade flashing all around like a booming fire spreading on oil, burning with passion and hatred as it dashed like a rocket towards the Nautolan, muttering words that Moroku understood too well. Undoubtedly, the dark warrior had confused Kalo for his younger brother, Jet Darken, now Darth Tarjiik. What happened to the younger Nautolan was not Moroku's concern now, but he admired the Sith Warrior's focus on his enemy. Although it was generated by hatred, the intense focus should be something any Padawan should learn to achieve, although not by the same means. Oxbow was already activated, held in a traditional, neutral stance typical of Shii Cho, Moroku's favored style of combat. Lightsaber pointing in front of him, right leg a meter in front of his left and slightly more than shoulder length apart to balance his body in case of an attack, left leg ready to push forward if a certain force pushed him backwards. Moroku was ready for battle.

[Phoenix]

OOC: Sorry I forgot, it was a long time ago Anyway I need to control Moroku a bit in order to move on with the plot, do you mind?


Karth Ventri swooped in with his double bladed weapon, it!s venomous tongue reaching for his legs. Kalo sensed this and flipped over avoiding the other side as it aimed to catch him in the back. Kalo was quick to get back to his feet and began attacking from behind whilst Moroku combed on the other side. Kalo decided to draw Karth his was, hopping backwards everytime their blades collided in order to make it easier for Moroku to get a hit in and possibly cripple him. Kalo continued, he became a furious green tornado blocking and lunging in out, moving side to side then backwards. The heat was immense, a river of sweat trickled over his brow but he didn't lose concentration he had to remeber that Moroku was going to finish this he just had to keep up and contain his stamina so that he could deliver the finisher.

[AG]

Moroku's initial observation had proven correct. The dark warrior had attacked his Nautolan friend with all his strength, charging like a rhinoceros dashing toward a deer, his focus nearly unperalleled by that of the two Jedi that now faced him. The Sith ignored Moroku, thinking of him as nothing more than a fly to bat away if it ever tried to bite him. Moroku, however, was much more than that. Most likely, the Sith had underestimated Moroku's ability. Instead of joining the fray directly, Moroku took this chance to observe the fight from the sidelines, keeping Oxbow in the same position all the while, as firm in front of him as a rock.

Kalo held his own against the dark one despite his lack of training in the recent times. The dark warrior was obviously at his peak. Moroku could tell he had reached his limits as time and again did the Jedi see repeated flaws in his strikes and form. This enemy did not know what he lacked and what he did wrong. The dark warrior danced like a firefly in the night, a blur of sizzling red energy attempting to burn right through the thick wall of Kalo's defense. Kalo was insightful in the battle, keeping the Sith open to attack by moving backwards and strafing to the sides. This allowed Moroku to place a well-timed attack as the Sith moved forward again to attack his enemy. Timing was critical. Moroku figured he would have nearly a second to attack.

The Jedi Master let the Force guide him, giving himself to the infinite reaches of the Force, painting the plain walls of the Force with his colorful soul. The Force showed Moroku everything, anticipation bristling in his eyes like diamonds. The Dark Warrior's movements were reflected off the decorated walls of the Force. Moroku simply had to trust in the Force, and when the time came, Kalo moved back once more, and the Force pushed Moroku forward, Oxbow pointing straight at the Sith Lord's back, completely parallel to the ground, to stab right through his heart like a hot needle piercing through butter.

[Halcyon]

Tod and followed closely by Zeta and Kappa moved out. The sprawling city- seemed like the anthesis of what he had seen in holos of Coruscant. The place was dank and decreipt much like the denizens that inhabited it.

And the place smelled awful. The helmet, which could filter out all contaigons and diseases, did absolutely nothing for smells. He was sure the squads felt the same and he was pretty sure that someone would say....

"Sithspit it smells like something crawled into the helmet and died," complained Fluke.

Tod sighed he was right, he was always right. He wish he could be wrong once in a while, or at least the Fluke could shut up once in awhile. Oh well.

He really had no idea how to get inside, but intel pointed to this being the place. It was probably for the best to split up his squad.

"Duece, take Kappa and try and see if you can find another way in," spoke Tod.

"You do know that between me and Sparky probably carrying enough explosives to take down half the city," stated Fiver.

Tod banged his head against the wall, "Right, right, just get it open."

The Fiver and Sparky began planting their charges while the others backed out of the way. When the seemed like they were done the moved out of the way.

"Ready?" asked Fiver, "Too late." He pushed the detonation switch blowing a hole into the compound. The explosion was loud enough to be heard through the helmets which darkened to protect the soldier's eyes from the blast.

"Let's go eyes in front in back, Klick and Kilo keep our exit open," ordered Tod, making sure the rest of his squad was with him he went in with his Deece pointing straight ahead.