Stang.
Tobal stood silently in the hallway he had just been walking down, observing the situation around the bend. Forward around fifty paces was the control node he needed to get to, to the left two Jedi had been captured. He didn't recognize the Sith, or the male Jedi, but the female... was Raven.
She went down easy, he thought. A little ...
too easy. The thought that perhaps she had things under control flickered through his mind. A moment later, the image of Mat lunging toward the demon being flashed before his eyes. No, he would take care of this situation, he would not abandon another friend to their fate.
But you didn't abandon!...
Thoughts such as these he didn't need. Cramming the rebellious voice in his head to a far corner, he focused on what lay before him. There was movement, and the two Massassi holding the male Jedi prisoner pivoted on their heels. Ducking back into his hallway, Tobal glanced about for a place to conceal himself. For over a hundred yards each way there was nothing, nothing but straight corridors and locked doors. He dared not use a weapon on a door, for everyone within many meters would hear.
The footsteps approached, the male Jedi appeared to be dragging his feet slightly by the sound of it. Frowning slightly, Tobal drew on the force, and focused on the two Massassi. They were clones, made weak minded for easy control by the Sith.
The two Massassi rounded the corner, carrying their prisoner. Their ever watchful eyes glanced ahead, and around. The corridor before them was empty, so they continued.
"Ahem..."
They turned, and started. Coming to attention they stood ramrod straight, hands holding the male Jedi in a vice-like grip. Behind them stood a being unlike any they had seen before. His cloak was a black hole, his uncovered hair like white fire. His face was like burnished bronze, and his eyes golden orbs.
"I will take him, I have need of him elsewhere..." said the Sith (so they believed) before him, his eyes blazing with fire.
Wordlessly the two Massassi dropped their prisoner, still standing at attention.
"Backup is required at the cloning faculty. Make your way their at once." His voice was like grating rocks, and seemed to come from every direction in a deafening volume.
Wordlessly, they obeyed. As they turned to leave the voice again rang in their ears, so loud it hurt.
"RUN."
And they ran.
The illusion faded rapidly once the running Massassi disappeared around another turn. Tobal sagged a bit; it had taken a great deal of effort to maintain such a focused illusion, even more so for one whose specialty it was not. Added to the strain of an already horrible day gone bad (for Tobal, at least), it was a truly exhausting exercise. Bending down, the Shadow crouched over the fallen male Jedi. He appeared to be conscious, just not moving.
"Are you hurt?" Tobal whispered. While the Massassi and the male Jedi had heard his voice booming at a painful level, it had all been part of the illusion. Excessive volume would alert other people to their presence.