The Rebel Faction

[SIZE=1]OOC: I am going to assume that Nihilus actually attacked a different room, since until now he never posted that he was in the HQ room and basically ignored all of our posts leading up to it. If one of the mods has a problem with this, please PM me.[/SIZE]

Zarith had been following the lovely Dehoir when he had felt her communicate with him through the force. It was an interesting feeling, something he really had no experience with. It was like she was talking to him, but the voice came from inside of him rather than outside. He was about to attempt a reply when another voice came to him, the voice of the Master. His voice was far louder and more imposing than Dehoir's. Zarith could almost feel the heavy and dark presence of the master on his mind.

Dehoir, Zarith... I wish to capture the communications equipment, to use it for our own needs. Leiden, Shiryou and myself are coming to join you, clear the way if you have not already.

Zarith paused in thought. Whatever communications equipment these people had was likely to be in the command center of the base. This should be the most well fortified and well guarded part of the base, assuming these people had any sense of tactics in them. It was also quite likely the new they were coming, so the element of surprise was lost. It would take shear power, strength and skill to slay them without considerable damage to the equipment within.

Beyond this doorway a grouping of fifteen guards lie in wait. They are aware of our presence, but they know not our whereabouts. Zarith, I'll need your help in tearing through this door. As we push forward, Master Vance, Leiden, and Shiryou can move in from behind and take care of the strays.

Zarith gave a predatory smile to his fellow apprentice. Centering himself on the force, he replied in kind to Dehoir.

Of course my dear. But we must be careful not to damage the valuable controls and equipment inside. We must quickly slay as many opponents as possibly to avoid collateral damage from their weapons.

He nodded at her and then closed his eyes. This would take more skill than he had previously displayed, he would have to draw heavily on the force here. He dropped some of his barriers that kept the anger at bay. The veneer of sophistication and politeness dropped from him. Zarith's handsome face twisted into a sneer as his raged built up, rage at those that had ruined him, rage at these people for invading the planet, rage at the other apprentices for screwing up. The dark side was flowing through him, building in him. Together with Dehoir he launched this great amount of force energy crudely at the door, smashing it open.

With a flash of red, Zarith ignited his lightsaber and lunged through the door with an animal like howl. Inside the occupants were frozen for a brief second in shock, and Zarith moved to take advantage. A broad slash caught on man in his shoulder and slashed up through his chest, removing the top most portion of his body. Snarling, Zarith whirled, ducking laser fire and taking another man down at the knees, his screams echoing as his upper body fell to the floor, his arms clutching the stumps of his legs. Zarith stabbed another man in the stomach and yanked his blade up and out, slashing the man to pieces. Zarith moved to his next target, assuming that Dehoir was also there fighting

<<"Master, I have taken care in a minor communications room and I see some guards in HQ room with advanced communications systems on the monitors. It should be close to you on left stairwell. I will stay here and look after my 'guest' and she isn't going anywhere.">>

"Indeed, Apprentice." Vance said, in reply to Nihilius' message. And stalking through the hallways, the group of three finally came to where Dehoir and Zarith were fighting their own number of guards; they attacked in almost complete perfection, as far as Apprentices' abilities were concerned, and they were dealing with the situation to a satisfactory degree.

Looking to Leiden and Shiryou, Vance motioned into the room. "After you, my Apprentices." He smirked, waiting. He would see how well they did working along side both Dehoir and Zarith; if they could prove themselves with what remained, their punishment would be considerably less as opposed to what it would have been.

Stepping through the doorway, past the hanging door, Vance looked left and then right. Reaching out, he grasped a guard by the throat, clenching his fist and crushing the man's windpipe before he could utter a word; and using the force to gain a better hold on his dying body, Vance threw the man toward another guard, causing them to impact with a sickening crunch.

"I will deal with the communications console, Apprentices," Vance said over the battle raging, as he walked between the combatants, seemingly as if he did not exist. "Deal with these pests, so that I might disable any distress signals being broadcast." And without another word, Vance moved to the console, coming to a stop standing over it.

Frowning, Vance took a moment to look over the many buttons and switches that controlled the majority of the communications array. He really wasn't used to this amount of complication for sending a simple message, whether it be by voice direct or holo...

Vance's responsibility field rippled. And lifting his lightsaber over his shoulder, aiming the blade down along his back to the ground, he deflected a blaster bolt that ripped through the air for his exposed flank; the bolt zinged off the blade, traveling back along its course almost instantly, hitting the guard who had fired in the chest.

...and shifting his arm back down to his side, Vance reached out with his free hand to begin touching various controls. The basics were there, of course, and all he needed was to understand which were the more complex operations he didn't need to use at this point.

"Apprentices... do any of you know how to use this?" Vance asked, raising his eyebrow as he glanced over his shoulder...

Not very becoming of a Sith Master... but alas, I have no idea concerning this overly complicated set up.

While Nihilus was still inside the room with his 'guest', he noticed on one of the monitors were distasteful to him, a large cache of Sith items that were very ancient like sith spears, sith swords, and other stuff. He looked down at frightened young girl on the floor that she was hand cuffed to the pole, "So you have been raiding the galaxy and requiring ancient Sith items that they did belong to my people, we have means to deal with people like you and you wouldn't last for eternity, when I put you on a world that belong to my people, you will be wishing this is just a nightmare." Nihilus gets down to meet at her eye level, "This is no nightmare well maybe for you but you don't stand a chance in hell to see things you would never have dream of. Maybe I would put Sith Hounds and they love to eat you alive when you look at them and eating your flesh to serve their long waited hunger. How does that sound?" The weary, bruised girl was pleaing for her life to survive and Nihilus won't do that for her. "Your life is in my hands now and not yours."

Nihilus activates the comm to Vance, "Master Jas, there seems to be a large cache of Sith items here in this compound. They must've required it for some time and looking for it around the galaxy where ancient Sith battles had been there. My Master Perrin Descartes told me things about people have been stealing Sith items. I guess we found one of the culprits but there must be more. Don't you think? Perhaps you or I torture and interrogate my 'guest' to see there is anymore people doing this? They will pay with their lifes when we have no use for them."

Vance stepped away from the console, taking up a position near Dehoir so that he could best guard her flank. Even as she worked on the controls, Vance couldn't help but smirk; it seemed that some of his Apprentices knew more than they had originally allowed him to know, though granted that was expected...

"I'm just full of surprises."

"Indeed." Vance replied, looking back to watch the redhead work for a moment, before his comm began beeping on his belt; promptly Vance reached down, before bringing it to his lips. "Speak."

[SIZE=1]<<"Master Jas, there seems to be a large cache of Sith items here in this compound. They must've required it for some time and looking for it around the galaxy where ancient Sith battles had been there. My Master Perrin Descartes told me things about people have been stealing Sith items. I guess we found one of the culprits but there must be more. Don't you think? Perhaps you or I torture and interrogate my 'guest' to see there is anymore people doing this? They will pay with their lifes when we have no use for them.">>[/SIZE]

"Interesting..." Vance muttered in reply to Nihilius, his eyes narrowing. "For now, simply put your prisoner out for the count, I wish to speak with him or her when this offensive has been completed." And looking back to the command console, Vance continued. "Also, begin gathering what they have stolen, I wish for you to return them to the temple... contact Master Klain and ask him to join the offensive against the frigate. You can join him, and follow him in the temples' craft. Master Jas, out."

Putting the comm away, Vance looked to Shiryou as the other man finished off an enemy; which effectively brought an end to the small conflict in the communications room.

"Alright. We know have control of this station, and this means we need to bring that frigate down." Vance began walking back toward the exit of the room, looking back to Dehoir. "Once you successfully take over their communications, inform them to standby and await friendly troops retreating to their hangar bays... we will use their own shuttles against them. Once you have done this, join the rest of us in attacking the frigate."

Turning down one of the corridors he had previously used, motioning to Shiryou, Zarith and Leiden, Vance began walking out into the open grounds of the compound...



Coming to a stop, Vance pointed to five Sith Apprentices. "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."

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..."

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

Shiryou remained silent, having his scythe still at the ready. He nodded to his orders but didn't move when asked if he had questions, which he didn't.

He awaited his order to move to the shuttles, once that was given, he would move and continue the opperation. Simple, effective. Like Death