The Sith Master had been traveling for some time now under cloak. He now arrived in the Thyferra system only to find a group of ships gearing up for battle. His original intent was to steal a ship from the LFX Industrial fleet. Now, however, he saw a much better target.
Imperial Star Destroyer Mark III, Harbringer.
An Imperial MK III Star Destroyer would fit much better into the plans that his brother, the Dark Lord of the Sith, had for the galaxy. It would fit also so much better into an already swiftly growing fleet. If this mission was carried out successfully, these fools would never even have a clue who had stolen the vessel. The would also never find out.
It is not as if the Dark Lord of the Sith had never acquired anything illegally before. He was, after all, one of the most ruthless and cutthroat men in the galaxy. It was also not the first time Meschi himself had taken anything this large. In fact, one time not all that far back he had stolen an Imperial Super Star Destroyer. That was actually a challenge. It had ended in a war, luckily Meschi was one of the most efficient killers the galaxy had ever known.
This Star Destroyer may even end up under Meschi's direct command, though that was not likely. The Dark Lord of the Sith often made sure that Meschi was kept free for the mission of utmost importance. Sure, it had it's drawbacks. However, all and all he was an important man to his brother. Important enough that he trusted him to do a mission such as this, without back up. Though the backup was there, if it was needed. An entire fleet waited upon his command to jump through to this location and destroy any resistance to his attempt at grand larceny.
Meschi liked working alone, however, it provided him with so much more in the way of freedom. He never had to worry about anyone interfering in his work, or dieing on his missions. All he had to worry about was the completion of the task and the destruction of his enemies.
Meschi was tool, a tool of death in most cases. Entire governments and in some cases civilizations had fallen at his whim. He was known as the Destroyer, the Angel of Death, and the Reaper of Souls. He utterly and completely destroyed any resistance to his will. He was a servant of the Dark Lord of the Sith, that was true, but he was first and foremost a servant of the Dark Force.
Truly there were few who had ever killed as many or as much as the Destroyer, Lord Meschi, had in his lifetime. He slaughtered peoples, governments, entire worlds out of nothing more than pure blood lust. With each killed he fed and grew stronger. With each death he was even more immersed in the power of the Dark Side of the Force.
He was a machine, metaphorically speaking, programmed for one thing and one thing alone... destruction. He killed because it was his duty. He killed because there was honor in it. He killed because the Dark Lord of the Sith commanded it. However, above all he killed because he enjoyed it. Nothing more than pure pleasure.
Yes, that would make a much more fitting capture for his Lord and Master. Moving under power, the Sith Master remained cloaked as he approached the underbelly of the beast. It's bay was now just above him as he moved in closer. His cloak would keep him from being seen, but it would not drown out the noise of his ship's engines. So, as he moved close, he cut the engines and guided the fighter in under Force power.
This was something he had practiced before, so it was no real test of his abilities. He was, after all, one of the best in the galaxy at getting into places he did not belong. He had been doing it for so long now it was a second nature to him, much like slaughtering those who were not worthy of life.
Swiftly he set down upon the floor of the docking back, far in a corner where no one would spot his craft. After powering down, and locking the craft up, he covered it with a tarp and some nearby crates to conceal it from watchful eyes. He wore about him now a gift from his brother, a true black cloak which did not truly make him invisible, but gave the same effect. The true black of the cloak did not allow for light to reflect from it. It was such that the naked eye looked away from it instinctively for it confused the brain to see.
Moving swiftly, he made his way to the bridge. Through hallways and turboshafts he moved, like a wraith.. like a shadow. He did not exist. His mind wrapped around all others it came into contact with. Distractions here and there called them away from looking to closely in his direction, even though they would likely have seen nothing. He moved through empty turboshafts, at one point even having to dodge a car on it's way down.
Finally he reached the first level he needed to stop on. The main computer core room. Moving swiftly inside, he implanted the idea that all those in the room were needed urgently elsewhere in their simple minds. Swiftly, it was emptied and he could begin his work.
Always Meschi had had the ability to cloud men's minds. That was one of his only true Force talents. He was gifted in three things, really. He was gifted in the art of warfare, which was his specialty, and all that that entailed. Part of that was his gift of stealth and secrecy, the rest was the gift of being able to kill without remorse or fear. He was able to kill because it was his nature to do so. Nothing else came so easily to him. He was a master of almost all forms of combat and was able to create a deadly weapon out of anything, especially his body alone.
Secondly he was gifted at telekinesis. He could move objects, almost no matter the size, easily with his mind. He had always been able to do it to some extent but now, as a Sith Master, he was able to move things as large as a capital sized vessel.
The last thing he had always been truly gifted at was clouding the minds of the weak. This was actually the first area he showed real talent in. As a child he had been able to trick those assigned to watch him into doing just about anything, just by thinking it to them.
All of these talents added together made him nothing more than a warrior unsurpassed. It was his only calling in life, which is likely why he was so skilled at it. He had never really held command, though he easily had the sway to do so if he wished. It was never really in him to command fleets or men. He was a killer. He would never be happy doing anything else. This mission, now, was just an extension of that. Sure, there would be death, but also it was a chance to further improve his skills of stealth.
Could any other man make it into a ship such as this and to the bridge without being detected? Perhaps, but they were certainly few who could. This was a test, yes, a mission, yes, but above all, to Meschi at least, it was just a game.
Placing a few cards into the computer's core, they swiftly began to slice their way into the computer network. Reading numbers and codes then cracking them as they went. All and all it took about two minutes before the Sith Master had control of the ship's computers. He was extremely relieved to know that the slicing files he had procured had worked as well as advertised.
Quickly he changed all access codes to critical ship systems. He completely locked out all other access cards, codes, and over-rides. Now he had complete control of the system. That done, he shut it down completely, only able to be reactivated by his DNA scans. All systems, except life support, failed instantly. Emergency lights flickered on.
The Sith Master moved swiftly from the computer core room and towards the bridge. He no longer bothered with tapping the minds around him as they were all to distracted to notice a shadow passing them at speed. All were moving as swiftly as possible to correct whatever major failure had taken place with the ship. Most of the ship's crew were frantic and extremely worried for their own lives.
The Shadow, Wraith that was Meschi moved through the halls of the ship swiftly and eventually ended upon the bridge level. Now would be the fun part, the part he enjoyed.
Swiftly he burst into the bridge area. Moving at Force aided speeds, twin saber blades erupted from hands and arms now seen by the naked eye, though the rest of him still remained concealed within the true black cloak. Blades sliced and diced through crew member after crew member. Up and down through levels of the bridge until only one man remained, the commander of the vessel. The highest ranking man on this ship.
He stalked around the man and shrugged off his cloak.
"Weather or not you know who I am makes little difference. I will destroy you utterly if you, and all of your men, do not leave this ship at once. I control this ship, get off or die. This is your only warning."
Meschi glanced at his chronometer.
The entire thing from hyperspace entry to now had taken all of 6 minutes. He was getting slow in his old age.
(EDIT: Spell Check)
