The Rebel Faction

Xireon instantly felt his lightsaber being grappled by invisible forces. He let go, spinning away from the blade sideways, hearing the tell-tale snap hiss as the dead-man's switch disengaged the weapon. Without flourish, he grasped a second blade from his belt, and, coming around in his spin, slashed down at Slavatio's leg.

The Jedi, overextended from both controlling the Sith's lightsaber and hurling yet more debris at Darth Neradia, was unable to dodge this strike. The acrid smell of burnt flesh wafted up from wound as the lightsaber bit into the Jedi Shadow's leg above the knee joint, cutting tendons and burning skin. "You were right, Slavatio; I do fight like my father. He also fights with two lightsabers."

As the Jedi began to crumble down, balance broken, Xireon brought his lightsaber around and began to strike again.

Xireon, still crouched from his strike, glared curiously at his lightsaber as it sputtered and died. He watched his opponent's blade slice down towards him, and dropped to the ground only a short distance from him, moving into a roll. The Sith wasn't quick enough to avoid the strike entirely, however, and the Jedi's lightsaber grazed painfully against his blue, scaley skin.

Finishing his roll over his other lightsaber, Xireon sprang back to his feet, both blades in hand. Both sprung once again to life. He glanced down at his wounded leg; between Slavatio's healing abilities and Xireon's speed, they'd been injured about the same.

Leaping again at Slavatio, Xireon slashed ferociously at the Jedi, his twin blades batting his opponent's in a blur of speed. Simultaneously, Xireon swept his leg around and aimed a kick at Slavatio's leg, striking the still partially-unhealed wound viciously. The thin, powerful muscles of the Wraith of the Blade's freakish form exerting enough force to cause the Jedi to stagger under the blow.

The lightning lanced brutally into a defenseless Xireon, who twitched and sputtered under its assault. Finally, the onslaught ceased, with the Sith still on the ground, the sparks of lightning still flowing through his body.

But the sparks didn't cease to flow, even as the Sith unexpectedly staggered to his feet. The blue lightning leapt all through his body as he turned to once again face Slavatio. His eyes had once again begun to glow with rage and power. His collar, however, had fallen down -- to reveal a set of hiddeous, monstrous fangs.

Xireon roared with rage and, the lightning still sparking through him, rushed towards Slavatio. The electricity hurt, certainly; and that only added to Xireon's resolve and -- his body could more than contain the power of the energy.

The Sith's lightning-covered fist lanced out, striking Slavatio in the stomach with swiftness and force that were completely out-of-proportion for a man (if you could call him that) of corpse-like thinness. Slavatio, the massive Jedi of superhuman size, doubled over.

Xireon's fangs were still visible, and, in conjunction with his glowing white eyes, it gave him an appearance of insanity. He spread his arms, Slavatio still doubled over, the lightning still running through him, and released one last, defeaning and banshee-like scream. With the force of a hurricane, a blast emerged from Xireon's form, as if he were exploding with the force of a nuclear weapon. The lightning's power flowed through him in a fiery blaze that sent Slavatio flying back into the wall behind him, which he struck, breaking the durasteel to pieces.

More debris fell from the ceiling under the force of the blast. Light filled the room, but as the smoke and dust cleared, Xireon still stood there, seemingly unharmed, his fangs now gone. His two lightsabers returned to his hands, and he began to walk towards the crumpled form of Slavatio. "This ends now, Jedi. I tire of your games."

“This is it Mat,” said Tobal as he pulled to a stop beneath a rather large grating. “Up there.”

The two companions looked up, gazing at the slightly rusted grate, a sense of foreboding growing within them. The sewer lines had shrunk in size now, Tobal was bairly able to stand straight, and Mat with his taller stature was forced to bend over. The pipe continued from where they stood, no doubt to allow other rooms above them a place to drain excess fluid, and garbage.

“Tobal,” Whispered Mat, as he stood in the narrow confines of the tube above them, “I feel something terrible. The Sith are strong here, stronger than we anticipated. I fear someone is dying.”

“Yes.” Replied his friend.

“Is that all you ever say, yes?” Burst out Mat, angry at the seeming lack of responsiveness from the other.

“No. But there is nothing I can do about what we feel – it is beyond us. We must focus on our mission, not what may or may not be happening to others.” Replied Tobal calmly, as he readied his grapple.

Mat sighed, and pulled his grapple out as well. They both aimed for the tube next to the grate above them, and fired. With a brief sound of unwinding wire, the claws shot up and gripped into the tough tubing. Looking at his friend, Tobal nodded. They both ascended rapidly, the grapple guns pulling them up to their objective. The slimey walls of the narrow tube aided in their ascent, keeping the friction minimal by coating the backs of their clothing with slime.

Upon reaching the top of the tube, Tobal gave an experimental push to see if it was secured. To his supprise, the rating moved slightly. Looking to his companion with a mild expression of puzzlement, he gave a healthy push, heaving the grate up.

“They must throw dead clones down the tubes Tobal, it would be an inconvenience to have it wielded down.” Said his friend in a whisper as he aided him in resting the grate silently down on the floor above them.

“Yes.” Agreed Tobal. “You first Mat, look out for guards.”

Quickly Mat heaved himself over the top, his now very wet clothing making a squishy sound as he rolled across the floor and crouched. For a minute he stood silent, the darkness of the room reveling nothing to his eyes. Then, he waved a hand to Tobal in an all-clear signal.

Tobal placed his hands on the concrete above him, and shoved himself up, and over. He too rolled into a crouching position, before moving ahead. Neither made any sound as they crept though the dark room. Their training had tought them to move slowly, and to be sure of every step before committing their weight.

Executor class destroyer

Syndell looked over data pads, holo maps, everything she needed to know about the destroyer was given to her. She had been given orders by the dark lord to oversee the production of this great vessel. A ship that could terrorize worlds just by the mere sight of it.

Dressed in a tight purple jump suit, Syndell always carried around her two purple lightsabers. There was never a time when she was not prepared for battle. And it seemed that she would need them now more then she expected.

An alarm, followed by blinking red lights alerted them to an intruder. Or at least an incident. A hull, had been blown off. Grabbing an officer by the shirt, the sith mistress had ordered droids to immediatly fix that. Hurrying along her way, she got on a comm. Alerting the entire crew and guards upon the destroyer.

"This is Syndell Draclau. Commander of this ship. There has been a breach. I am ordering all guards to be on high alert. As well as all crew. The building of this destroyer will not be stopped. See to it that every badge is checked. And a Retinal scan. If they do not match the ID as well as the person on their badge. They are too be killed on the spot"

Cutting off the comm link she then sent a comm to the main hangerbay on Khar Delba.

"I need 200,000 massassi sent to the executor class destroyer. Located in Hanger seven. There has been a breach. I am increasing security but we will need the massassi to sniff out the intruder. Syndell out"

Unclipping one of her lightsabers. Syndell now began a walk. She began to reach out with the force to see if she could first sense any force users. If not, then she would sense amongst the workers and all aboard the destroyer. Looking through the different emotions. From there she would be able to tell who does not belong.

A thought then rushed into her mind. Whoever was here was planning on destroying the ship. And a ship this size could be destroyed so easily. There was only one place to go to destroy an entire ship in one blow.

"I want all elite guards to head towards the core of the ship as well as the command deck. Let none pass until get there. There will be no mercy any who does not follow shall be killed by me personally"

With that she herself now headed for the core. Hiding her force presense, Syndell would try and catch the terrorist by surprise. Being that she knew every inch of this ship. Hopefully she would get there faster.