Taking a seat in a large command chair, Poreon nodded at Zeta, too. It was show time!

"Very well, Master," That was all Zeta said as he slowly made his way toward the holo communications transmitter, his boots could be heard making foots steps in the now silent ship. One flip of the switch was all that was necessary as the communications transmitter lighted up, the frequencey alight in its proper position, Zeta was now clear to speak.

"Fellow Noghri, this is Sith Knight Zeta of The Naboo Sith Order, do not be alarmed by this sudden act of communications..."

He paused for a moment, choosing his words carefully, this wasn't an easy task for Zeta, it meant being somewhat friendly for a time, and well, that was something Zeta couldn't muster up all too well.

"...You seem to be...in great need of assistance, taking from observation that is. Your small fleet will not protect you as it should and we of the Naboo Sith Order have reason to believe that your opposition will come back for a second attempt at defeating you..."

Zeta wanted to grit his teeth together, angered by the fact that he was doing this, but if it would help his comrades gain Honoghr, then he would do it. Though it did not please him to utter the following words. He believed in only helping fellow Sith, and even then, it was not something he was totally for.

"..Our Order wishes to aid you, protect what is left of your people. We wish to support you, assist you in any way possible. We seek council with the Bakh'tor Clan and that we may be allowed to set foot upon your planet, Honoghr. We await a response from you..."

Zeta then fell silent, knowing that he had done all that he could for now. Now all that was left to do was to wait and see if the Noghri would accept the Naboo Sith Order's offer.

Malice stood behind Zeta. He grinned as he could tell Zeta did not like being kind. After Zeta's peech, Malice spoke to him with the force.

*Very good Zeta.I couldn't have don a better job of it myself. They should accept after that*

Malice now just waited. He wondered if they realy would accept help from a group of sith.

&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp The communications bunker on Honoghr had been the busiest it had even been since the Mon Calamarian Fleet attacked the defense force. Families had constantly been buzzing the array wondering what exactly happened and what the future would hold. The Noghri really had nothing to fear, of course. They were the best warriors in the galaxy and had claimed many Yuuzhan Vong, Jedi and Sith lives… The Holo Net had said those were the best warriors. Oh, how they were wrong.
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Brackilish, a thirty-three year old male from the ruling Bakh’tor Clan, was the senior officer at the communications establishment. He was one of the many Noghri who chose not to relocate to Wayland after the New Republic attempted to get the Noghri to join their legions. The Noghri would never serve anyone again, unless the Lord Vader returned. Lord Vader had been the Noghri’s savior despite Palpatine’s doings.
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Brackilish turned his square body to view a new fleet arrive around Honoghr. The fleet was most impressive, much like the Lord Vader’s fleet had been. He ruffled his steel-gray skin, which was starting to sprout white hairs, a sign of age. The recent proceedings were extremely peculiar.
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp He opened a communications line to the Supreme Noghri Council—a group of noble Noghri from the five different clans. “Master Taoleet, the protégé Brackilish has news for the Master Taoleet. A new fleet has arrived, boast much of the Imperial models… Brackilish believes the Lord Vader has returned.”
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Taoleet’s voice was collected, betraying no hint of emotion, “Excellent, boy Brackilish. Accept whatever envoy Lord Vader sends with ultimate respect. Do the Bakh’tor proud. Taoleet bids you good bye.”
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp The communications line ended, and Brackilish returned to monitoring Lord Vader’s fleet. Minutes later, Lord Vader’s fleet hailed Brackilish’s communications depot.
"Fellow Noghri, this is Sith Knight Zeta of The Naboo Sith Order, do not be alarmed by this sudden act of communications...You seem to be...in great need of assistance, taking from observation that is. Your small fleet will not protect you as it should and we of the Naboo Sith Order have reason to believe that your opposition will come back for a second attempt at defeating you.. Our Order wishes to aid you, protect what is left of your people. We wish to support you, assist you in any way possible. We seek council with the Bakh'tor Clan and that we may be allowed to set foot upon your planet, Honoghr. We await a response from you...”
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Indeed, Lord Vader’s help had returned. Brackilish jaunty jaw creased into a smile. Turning on the holo comm unit, Brackilish returned the communications envoy.
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “Lord Vader’s apprentice, Brackilish is honored that you have chosen to return to Honoghr to let the Noghri serve you. Brackilish also extends honor on behalf of his clan, the ruling clan of Bakh’tor. How may the Noghri serve the esteemed Lord Vader and his hierarchy?”

It seemed like everything was working in TNSO's favor, at least for now. Though Zeta thought this Noghri to be a little to friendly and trusting. Lord Vader...yes, Zeta wouldn't tell, for all this Brackilish knew, the order worked for Lord Vader, or that's what Zeta would make him believe.

"Ah, we are most honored to speak with you, Brackilish. As I said before, the Naboo Sith order wishes to aid your people and your fleet. As I'm sure you've seen by now, we too have our own fleet, a fleet that wishes to aid you. Will you allow us to discuss this in person, face to face, on your planet of Honoghr? I and my comrades long to shake hands with the Norghi people who have serviced for Lord Vader for many years, it would be an honor to shake Brackilish's hand."

Chikami watches the whole scene from the rear of the group. Saying nothing Chikami grins evilly at what is about to take place. Slowly he begins to pop his knuckles, and then to other parts of his body loosening up and preparing for transport down to the planet.

&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Brackilish scrunched his nose, thinking. Truly it was great that the Lord Vader had returned; but at what cost would his return be to the Noghri society? He worked wonders for the Noghri, but that had cost many precious Noghri children, a rich heritage and honor amongst the other sentient beings of the galaxy…
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp The high council of the Noghri must have had some idea of what was happening or what was going to happen. All ready the events seemed awfully familiar to Lord Vader’s first appearance. It seemed un-Noghri like to be so trusting… Shrugging it aside, Brackilish remembered his orders from Taoleet: ultimately respect Lord Vader. The high council must have had a plan when they ordered Brackilish to accept Lord Vader’s ships.
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “Naboo Sith Order…” Brackilish hissed the words. Odd it was that Lord Vader would change his group’s name. “Brackilish will accept your request to come to ground. The Noghri would wish for you to visit the planet side of Honoghr. It is requested from the Noghri security council that you come down to planet only in one of your unarmed transports and only with the necessary personnel to meet with the Noghri High Council. Once you break atmosphere, a squadron of Noghri Defenders shall escort your shuttle to the Noghri High Council chambers.”
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Brackilish paused, catching his breath, then speaking more, “Please acknowledge by returning communications. The Brackilish outs on communications.”
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp There had to be… Brackilish just knew there had to be…

Zeta's finger paused over the communications speaker button. He could not pause for long or else Brackilish would suspect something. He had to make a choice now and quickly. He had carefully listened to the words of the Noghri. Especially the first words uttered from his mouth, the way he had uttered the order's name. Perhaps Zeta should have been more careful with his words, but it was too late for that now. It was too late to back out now. He would agree to the Noghri's request. He clicked back on the communications button, the hiss the Noghri had made never leaving far from his mind as he spoke once again.

"Very well, Brackilish, we look forward to meeting you and to discussing these matters with you and the Noghri High Council."

That was it, short and sweet, it was all Zeta had needed to say. No more talk than needed.

Unarmed Transports, he had never said that they, couldn't be unarmed....

But just what were they going to do about their attire?...

Malice read Zeta's thoughts and put a hand on his shoulder.

*No need to worry about our attire Zeta, surly they would expect us to dress similar to that of Lord Vader. So your sithish clothes should not alert them in the least*

Malice took a look at the clothes he wore. He had on a white cloak, with loose white clothing under it. It wasnt very sith like but he shrugged and turned to the others.

*Who shall go to the surface. I shall accompany Knight Zeta down there. If you would not mind Lord Snack, i would like Chikami to come as well. This will be a great learning experience in diplomacy wise for him*

*Anyone else want's to come*

Malice waited for a reply.

Amanda sat quietly observing the scene before her, noticing every last detail. After all, every trip she went on within the order was a learning experience for herself. She too would one day be expected to paticipate in the bigger picture of things. Right now though, she needed more experience, experience that she would gain from this mission and every other mission that would come after this. Power came in all forms, and one day, others would learn to feel her power just as she felt theirs.