The Rebel Faction

Trandosha: Rooftop

She looked at this male somewhat confused: he acted like he knew her, yet she was pretty sure she'd never seen him before in her life.

Must be mistaking me for someone else. She thought, mildly amused. Since at night most 'normal' Trandoshans could only see individuals by their heat signitures, so being able to identify someone can be a bit of a chore. Standing up straight, the pair of K'Zur on her hands relaxed at her side, she stared at him with a faint smirk she knew he wouldn't be able to see.

"A question though..." She said. "Who the @#%$ are you?"

Tissuss: Orbit

"Sir, they have responded: they are sending shuttles to pick up that crew." The comm officer said.

"Good. Relay that to the crew of the False Hope on this ship and the other two." The second said. "I'm sure they'll be glad to go home and recover with more familiar faces."

Triton

When she reached engineering Varcanna spotted a couple of Trandoshan engineers, who were working on the engines. She had a feeling it wasn't willingly, considering the armed guard standing not far from them. A couple more guards were sitting at a table off to one side, playing a card game.

This is going to be a tricky one. She thought, the cogs in her brain trying to work out how to eliminate these guys without raising the alarm. Varcanna noticed that the guard not participating in the game would occasionally wonder over and see who's winning and she got an idea.

When the guard's back was turned, she waved at the engineers, who looked up at her with a puzzled look on their faces. She made a couple of hand gestures, which simiply meant: give me something to throw. The engineers looked at the guards, then back at her, smiling when they recognized her mischievous grin. One of them took out a bolt from his toolbox and tossed it to her, which she easily caught.

The next time the standing guard stood next to the table to watch the game more closely, she let the bolt fly and it smacked one of the sitting guards right in the back of the head.

"Ow!" The stung guard said. "What you hit me for man!?"

"Hit you? I didn't hit you?" The standing guard said.

"Bull @#%$...you are always pulling pranks like that on us." The stung guard rose to his feet threateningly.

"Look...you can't seriously be still upset about the 'whipped cream in the shaving cream can' bit..."

"You know...I think he was looking at my cards earlier just to cue you in on when I am bluffing!" The other sitted guard said, raising to his feet as well.

"Now now...I wouldn't go that far..." The accused guard said, backing away.

The guard she hit with the bolt swung at him, which he ducked and countered by bashing the man with the butt of his rifle. His attacker went down, grasping his head, and his card buddy tackled him.

Varcanna calmly made her move then, taking out the baton and knife she looted before. While the two were wrestling each other she finished off the first guard with a quick stab through the heart. She then bashed the one of the pair that was on top with the baton on the head and slashed the throat of the man on the bottom before he could react. To finish off, she snapped the remaining guard's neck.

"How many more are there in here?" She asked the two engineers, who had watched the show gleefully.

"Not entirely sure." One replied. "Five I think...which could be anywhere in this area."

"Time to hunt them down then..." Varcanna said with a smile. "Should be fun..."

Trandosha: Warehouse

She chuckled. "Do not worry." She said, smiling. "Mistakes happen, especially since you can only see in heat at night." She looked over at the horizon, where the first rays of the sun was just starting to make it's apparance. "I must take my leave...good day."

Without another word she jumped from the roof and disappeared into the shadows.

Separatist Hideout

"I see..." Rissonik said, the Keshir having just gave him his report. "So you have no clue who this individual works for...or what his or her purpose is."

"No Sha'tor." The Keshir said. "I was hoping he or she would take out Besk, but seemed to only want to toy with him instead."

"A dangerous game. This individual must be overly confident. If you can find this individual again...I would like for you to find out more about him or her. Someone like this we need to be sure who's side he or she is on..."

Just then Lissuss and her group returned and Rissonik smiled when he saw the confirmation that they succeeded in rescuing the girl.

"Glad to see she is safe." He said.

"Aye Sha'tor, though we had some help from some unknown entity..." One of the K'Satikur warrior said.

"I already know about that." Rissonik said, raising a hand. "And our spy was only able to determine it was a fellow T'Doshok, nothing more."

Tissuss: Triton

After a relatively short time Varcanna found all the remaining guards in the engineering section, and she was a bit disappointed.

"This was too easy..." She mumbled as she started on her way toward the bridge. "I wonder how Lumier is holding out?"

Tiskus was running out of victims, in fact...the marines were now running from him.

"Wusses..." He grumbled, getting bored. The walls trembled briefing and the sound of an explosion got his attention. "Sounds like my kind of party..." He said with a chuckle, trotting the source.

(ooc: thanks for the heads up bro...fortunately...only a couple of words were lost.)

Trandosha: Warehouse

"Best let her rest then." Rissonik said.

"In regards to that assassination squad..." The K'Satikur that had witnessed the guards death spoke up. "I don't believe they were the ones that killed the people inside that building...."

"How do you mean?" Kysh asked.

"I actually saw one of the guards in there be killed by an invisible foe...and she specifically said that your sister was not of her concern. Plus the slashing of throats just doesn't seem like your guys style."

Rissonik eyes narrowed. "Such a technique is favored by T'Doshok that are pure assassins...and use a weapon called a K'Zur"

"A what?"

Rissonik looked over at one warrior, who reached into one of their supply boxes and pulled out what looked like a leather glove, only adorned with wicked looking foot long blades at the ends of the fingers. The warrior handed the weapon to Rissonik, who handed it to Kysh. "Do any of your group use that weapon?" He asked. "I doubt it, for it's a weapon rarely used by any T'Doshok these days, even among my own clan."

"So you're suggesting..."

"That there is another party in this now, one whom we don't know who's side she is on."

Hyossk's Chambers

Hyossk looked worried, but then the aging Councilor has been looking worried a lot as of late.

"He's dead...?" He said, uncertain.

"Yes Councilor, along with two of his hired guards. " Besk said. "No witnesses to the murder either...and I believe it was the same individual that attacked my squad while I was investigating. He managed to kill a couple more of my squad right in front of me before I drove him away."

"Then you know who it was..."

Besk shook his head. "No. He was using some sort of cloaking device...one our infravision couldn't defeat."

Hyossk nodded. "The Sykir did report recently that three prototypes of such devices were stolen."

"And now being used against us. Do your Sykir friends happen to have a 'counter' to such devices?" Besk asked, his tone slightly bitter. The fact that the professor was doing things behind his back still left a sour taste in his mouth.

"Not that I know of. As secretive as they are I was surprised they told me about the cloaking devices..."

There a was a knock on the door, which Besk went to get. The opened door revealed the leader of the Pirate group himself, who looked angry yet frightened at the same time.

"Your band has failed again..I've heard..." Hyossk hissed.

"You told us there was only one Trandoshan Destroyer guarding that ship! There is three!" The pirate growled.

"The Fanggore and RedClaw, who recently defacted, no doubt." Besk mumbled.

"I had sent a small number of our remaining fleet to assist you in the event those two ships did show up." Hyossk said.

"Well they never showed up...my crews were slaughtered."

Hyossk looked at Besk, who could only shrug unknowingly. Did those ships defect too?

"Either way...you still failed." Hyossk said. "And you know the price of failure..."

The pirate leader gulped and backed away.

"Councilor...if I may." Besk interceded. "While it displeases me to actualy 'help' such worthless scum....must I remind you that we've lost 50% of our fleet during all this and the shipyard is behind schedule on replacements. Sending what remains of our fleet after his band would leave us vulnerable and we still don't know who pulled the attack on Sakkh. We should concentrate our forces around the homeworld and take care of the threats on our own home soil first. Your son and heir is still missing for instance...and it will be only a matter of time before the Separatist start to use him against us."

"You're right..." Hyossk groaned, Besk finally beaten some sense into the paranoid Trandoshan. "Instead of killing you and your band off....I want you to have what remains of your forces suppliment ours around Dosha."

"So we will be babysitters now?" The pirate leader said with a sneer.

"Would you rather be dead?" Hyossk growled. "I can arrange that...."

The pirate leader bulked, nodded once in acceptance and promptly took his leave before taking the chance Hyossk would change his mind.

"It's hard to find good help these days..." Besk said.

Hyossk sighed. "Harder to keep good help alive as well."

As if on cue, Besk heard his comm unit beep: he only had it with him in case his group needed his presense immediately. He took the device out had looked at the screen, it was only a text message, but the message made his eyes widden.

"I must go..." Besk said. Hyossk, who normally would have chidded him at that moment, had that worried look on his face again and simply nodded. Besk quickly ran off.

He felt angry, yet a bit frightened as well. Who would be bold enough to attack his groups HQ?

....

She watched the chaos as the mercenaries ran about, trying to locate their attacker. Calmly she pounced on another two, her K'Zur ripping into their hides easily and leaving them a bloody mess before ducking into another hiding hole.

The reason she was attacking this place was simple. The professor supplied this group with the latest weapons and technology, and the group is lead by Besk...

She knew not to get cocky though. Besk was no doubt on his way here and she knew she couldn't take out all of these mercenaries on her own...

Tissuss: Triton

Tiskus had just rounded a corner when he saw Lumier flying pass in the distance.

"Looks like the lass needs some assistance..." He muttered to himself gleefully, his long metal tail twitching with anticipation for a good fight. He charged forward and didn't hesitate to ram the first thing that passed in front of him, who slammed into the wall hard from the force. "Is kis a private party or can anyone join?" He said, grinning, his various natural weaponry still stained with the blood of all the marines he slew.

...

Varcanna hard a nasty fight up ahead and when she peeked around the corner she saw Tiskus and that one human @#%$ squaring off. I think I'll sit out this one... She thought. And stay out of their way...

(ooc: bro, feel free to control Tiskus for this fight)

Tissuss: Triton

Tiskus got a sly grin. "Let's see if she can survive kis ken..." He said. Before Lumier could ask what, Tiskus climbed to the edge of the hole and jumped...

"That will hurt..." Lumier said with a wince.

The girl only just managed to open her eyes when saw her doom literally falling down on top of her. Tiskus' 10 foot cyborg form crashed right ontop of her, his clawed metal feet ripping right through her own cyborg body easily with all the weight that was behind them.

"Good fight...now you die..." Tiskus said as he ended her misery by ripping her head off. It took some effort to pull himself out of the hole he made...and he had a bit of a limp now: he's body wasn't exactly designed for jumping off such high places....

Meanwhile Varcanna took the opportunity to check on Lumier.

"You are definately going to need medical attention." She said.

Trandoshan: Merc HQ

She ran along, looking to kill a couple more before Besk arrived. Suddenly she ran into...nothing...and fell back on her rear. Her cloaking device shorted out, revealing her sparsely covered black leather clad form, dark blue eyes and dark green scales. However on once shoulder, there seemed to be a smudge of white instead of green.

She shook the stars out of her head and noticed a second Trandoshan female flicker into view briefly, whom she recognized as the same female she saw on the rooftop before.

"Seems we have similar goals...if only different motives..." She said to her.

Trandosha: Merc HQ

Maybe it was pride or something else, but she really didn't like the sound of that. "Sorry..." She said as she reactived her own cloaking device. "But with all due respect...Besk is mine...and mine alone. For the pain he's caused me...I intend to make his life misrable before ending his life...."

Deciding she had enough fun here, she made her way out of the compound. She watched with some satistifaction as Besk arrived, a look of shock on his face....

Your days are numbered...

Warehouse

"I have heard a rumor that Hyossk ordered an attack on a convoy that was passing through T'Doshok space." Rissonik offered. "If the rumor is true...and that convoy was a part of your organization...that would explain a lot."

"However...any assassination attempts on Hyossk himself will no doubt be blamed on us." Russis said. "While Hyossk is the main source of the problem in regards to achieving our goals, killing him would work against us."

"Our group wants avoid assassination if at all possible, for our goal is to change our reputation...and assassinating one of our own kind of goes against that..." Rissonik added.

Tissuss: Triton

Varcanna simply smiled and leapt toward them, did a forward flip as their rifle fire flew passed her and planted her feet into the faces of two of them, slamming them against the far wall. Out came the knife and baton, which found their marks against two more. She felt the burn and pain from one shot that found it's mark on her shoulder, but she ignored it as she introduced the shooter's face to the baton. The last marine got a gut full of knife.

"Sorry...didn't feel like standing still." She said with a smile as she calmly finished off the ones that were just stunned.