The Rebel Faction

Zarith stared down at the body of the last of the invaders he had slew. Zartih still had a snarl on his face and was breathing heavily. The dark side clung to him, his eyes nearly glowing with the power and anger raging in him. Zarith made an effort to calm down, deactivating his lightsaber and closing his eyes. His expression slowly switched to something more neutral. He clipped the lightsaber back to his belt and turned to Master Jas. He followed the Master as he gestured to him, sparing a brief glance and nod at Dehoir.

Zarith followed Master Jas out of the building.

"We will take those, allow as many as you can to board with you. I trust each of you can operate a shuttle, or at least fly well enough to engage auto pilot... we will land in the hangars, and we will then work our way up to the bridge." Vance began stalking toward the group of shuttles. "Dehoir will be giving us the time to make the attack, by jamming their communications from this position. This station can overpower their frigates' systems easily enough. So our attack will be as quick and precise as possible..."

Looking over his shoulder, Vance narrowed his eyes. "Any questions?"

Zarith nodded at Master Jas and headed towards one of the shuttles. He would take whatever apprentices followed him aboard his shuttle. He wasn't eager to mingle with most of the apprentices, as they had charged wrecklessly into battle. It was only the lovely Dehoir and Leiden who had proven themselves capable in his eyes.

Judicious awoke to the sounds of utter silence. He sat up, and took in his surrondings. He had been blown out of a second story window, out of which still gushed flames and smoke of burning materiels inside. Other fires included what used to be the much prized enemy tank, and some of the turrets burned as well. Enemy dead lay everywhere, punctuated only hither and yonder by Sith dead or injured. The main enemy building seems to have been secured. Jude stood up to his feet, and gave himself a glance over, as well as probing his various body parts to asses any possible injuries. He had been cut in several places along the length of his entire body by glass shards, and he had also been lightly burned on his left flank by the blast of the grenade, but other than that he was more or less intact, other than what he guessed was the effects of a mild concussion he was feeling at the moment. He glanced over his weapons and equipment. His main lightsaber had been pierced by a piece of metal shrapnel from the shell of the grenade, and the focusing crystals were missing. Tossing the now useless weapon aside, along with the ruined comlink, he pulled out the lightsaber that had belonged to Darth Rowax. He thumbed it on, and it worked, it's red lightsaber blade eclipsing the nearby landscape.

At that moment, the master came out of the main building, flanked on either side and behind by several other Sith warriors. The master spoke: "You. Guard this installation with your lives. We will begin attacking the frigate, and I will not accept this base falling back into enemy hands." he said as he pointed to five of the apprentices that had followed him out of the compound.
Turning to those who had followed him, Vance motioned toward the landed shuttles not to far away from the main compound. "We will take those, allow as many as you can to board with you. I trust each of you can operate a shuttle, or at least fly well enough to engage auto pilot... we will land in the hangars, and we will then work our way up to the bridge." Vance began stalking toward the group of shuttles. "Dehoir will be giving us the time to make the attack, by jamming their communications from this position. This station can overpower their frigates' systems easily enough. So our attack will be as quick and precise as possible..."

Jude smiled as the master spoke. He had had much experience in piloting starships, and would be of use in this endeavour. Then he let his smile drop. Enough with the happy faces. This will be vengeance. Pure and simple. None will be left alive.

A moment later they reached the landing platform, Jude noticed another Sith standing there, a group of enemy pilots near them. Guessing the elder Sith's intent with this group, he motioned for two of them to follow him to a nearby shuttle. Ushering them inside, he entered the shuttle himself and waited for any who might follow.

Shiryou piloted his shuttle full of other Sith to the Frigate. He'd been at similar controls before so the flight was smooth, minus atmospheric exit that is. Shiryou licked his lips behind his mask in antisipation, he could only imagine that kind of carnage they would cause on the shuttle and eagerly awaited his chance to snuff out those that dare impede him.

Looking back into the shuttle he looked at the other Sith with his usual cold stare and white mask, they could feel that the Apprentice was seeing if each was ready, each secure. Silently he turned back to the controls and set it to autopilot, and began to check his own weapons. Making sure each dagger used had been recovered and everything was in its place. Checking his blaster for a full charge he replaced that, then sat back down and regained piloting.

Licking their lips in neverous anticipation the platoon of soilders waited for the ships to return to their docking bays and thier turn to go down planet side. There was whispered scuttlebutt that the planet was inhabited, but by who or what no one was sure. They figured nothing more than a few tribal society-style barbarians, which if they offered resistance, could easily be stopped.

Heads turned as the shuttles arrived, the bay doors opening into the void of space as the shuttle floated in and landed gently. The bay's force shield activated, allowing atmosphere to regain regularity.

The ship just sat there.

The soilders waited, the longer they waited the more anxious they got.

The ship merely sat there.

The commanding officer of the platoon was getting mad. Walking up to the shuttle he banged on the outside of the door with the butt of his rifle.

The door hissed, the platoon's commander stepped back as it opened, and readied himself to berate the soilders inside for their lack of speed in getting the change done.

However, he never got the chance. A black figure swooped down on him, grasping his throat and using him as a human shield. The black clade figure grabbed his rifle and cocked his head to speak back into the shuttle

"Move!" Shiryou ordered to the others inside.

The silence within the communications tower drew Dehoir's attention to the bodies that lay strewn before her. Taking in the carnage wrought by her and her brethren, Dehoir turned back toward the console once more; a satisfied smile curving her full lips.

Communications Station 001: This is Orbital Frigate Subjugation. Message received and understood. We will be awaiting your arrival.

Dehoir took her time in flicking a few switches, and sent an acknowledgement signal. At the same time she generated a locking passcode in an attempt to make it impossible for anyone else to work the communications array.

Turning to make her way out of the tower, Dehoir activated her comm. link with Master Vance.

"Master. The Frigate has acknowledged the arrival of the shuttles, and is now awaiting our arrival."

The message was short, but conveyed only the necessary information needed. Shutting down the link she moved past the threshold and out toward the shuttle bay.

The lighting within the halls glistened across her form as she strode forward. Her green eyes shone brilliantly, and only faintly betrayed the darkness which inhabited her exquisite figure.


Gliding effortlessly into the shuttle bay, Dehoir took in her surrounding only to find that there was one shuttle left. She focused her attention to the forms that stood before the craft. Knight Descartes was the imposing form in the foreground giving Dehoir the impression that he fed off of nothing more then anger and testosterone. A good thing. She was fond of confident men, and it radiated off of him like a beacon.

With a seductive glare, Dehoir strode to a position directly in front of Perrin. Gently parting her moist lips, she addressed the Sith Knight.

"I believe it's time for us to join the Master in the continual purging."

Brushing lightly by Perrin's side, Dehoir ambled up the boarding ramp.

Perrin had just finished cutting down the pilot that failed to impress as Dehoir arrived.

He was putting away his saber and pointing the remaining pilot to the shuttle when a woman planted herself in front of him.

Her lips were wet and her glare seductive. Yes, this was a woman who knew the power of her looks.

And you must be the one I am waiting for...

"I believe it's time for us to join the Master in the continual purging." she said and as if to punctuate her opinion, she ambled up the boarding ramp lightly brushing lightly by his side.

Perrin was inwardly amused at the familiar womanly tactic. It was not unlike the ones prostitutes used to excite their clients and Perrin had to admit that sex played a very powerful part in the trade of manipulation.

A trade the woman he followed up the ramp seemed to know well.

But manipulation for manipulation's sake was pointless. As was a woman's beauty if that was all there was.

He lost count of the times some pretty or sensual woman walked into the halls of the Sith exhaling an air of sensual promise that excited most men be they Apprentices, Knights or Masters.

But beauty in women was not a hard thing to come by as many acted around such creatures. Especially in a galaxy of diversity as the one he lived in.

It was finding a beauty that had substance inside her head that was a rarity.

In any event, his musings trailed for the ramp began to lift as he went aboard.

He pushed past the woman towards the pilot to watch his control of the craft.

"Give me a copy of your mission report and scanning log, Pilot." he ordered. As a veteran of the attack on Mon Calamari, he began to have a healthy respect for the minds behind a military exercise. Even one as foolhardy as attacking the stronghold of the Sith.

The data surprised him as he read.





Perrin and Dehoir could see that most of the Sith transports were arriving on the Frigate in orbit and no doubt the attack had begun in earnest.

As he was watching the pilot plot a course, he felt a shimmer in the force and was suddenly uncertain.

Something was out there.

He was about to comment on it to the woman when a warship shimmered into view moving away from the planet and towards the frigate. It was approaching slowly but Perrin could see that the ship was build for speed. A fast attack cruiser and one that was familiar to him. For such a vessel accompanied his in the attack on Mon Calamari during the war with the Galactic Coalition.

He'd learned that such ships were called 'Shrouds' and were an exclusive part of the Galactic Empire's naval arsenal.

This fact confused Perrin and he felt his thoughts reach a muddled confusion as to the real purpose of what was going on and around the Sith homeworld of Xa Fel.

"That ship's weapons are at the ready.." the pilot said breaking into Perrin's thoughts.

".. And the ship was facing the Frigate." he turned to the woman and smirked. "In one blow, if this ship fires on the frigate, our beloved Master and apprentices will be little pieces of frozen meat in orbit. They'd destroy their own ship to secure such a tactical advantage. The mind behind this is calculating.."

Turning to the pilot, "Head for that cruiser."

To Dehoir, "We've no time for landing. Once we cross the oxygen forcefield, we'll leave through the shuttle service door and strike fast and hard. We need to distract those aboard this ship or they'll fire upon the frigate killing your Master."

He did not check to see if she understood but merely assumed she had. If she didn't, she'd be dead soon enough.