"Come with me Amanda," Poreon hissed as he rushed out of the bridge room. At a fast jog, he made his way through the secret passageways and annexes of the Capital Ship in mere minutes, Amanda following closely behind. The two entered a turbolift that would take them directly to the hangar bays. In short turbolift trip, Poreon explained what little he knew of the situation.

"Something's happened to our comrades on the ground. We have to rescue them." Poreon concluded as the twin doors of the lift slid open, revealing TIE Interceptor Squadrons and stockfreighters.

"We'll take the YT-5700... it's the fastest and our best option." Poreon explained as he raced up the boarding ramp and began cold starting the 77 meter ship. "Got your lightsaber?" said Poreon, winking at Amanda.

Amanda nodded in response to Poreon but did not share Poreon's light hearted manner of the situation. "Strap in." Poreon nodded towards the seat's yellow crash-webbing gear.

A random thought, Poreon wondered what he was thinking when he designed the YT-5700. The yellow crash web gear clashed a great deal with the green cockpit of the starship.

A green light on the "dashboard" snapped Poreon out of his stray thinking and notified the two that the ship was ready to fly. Abandoning all StaR Destoyer Safety protocol, Poreon launched the ship straight out of its docking bay without any clearance.

Due to the remarkable speed of the nimble freighter, Poreon and Amanda were soon in Honoghr's atmosphere.

Snack... Malice... Chikami... Zeta... Poreon shouted through the Force. Hopefully the Noghri didn't have Ysalamari.

As Zeta continued to walk silently with the rest of his comrades in the royal Noghri home, he felt a presence speak to him, one that he recognized well, it was Master Poreon. He did not communicate with him, not sure if doing such an action would make him be discovered somehow, he knew not if the commandos near by were force sensative or not, he didn't want to find out either. So instead he closed off his force presence for a small moment, signifying that he had heard Master Poreon. Hopefully Poreon would understand such odd behavior from Zeta, and understand his reasoning for doing it. After a moment or two he unblocked his force presence from Poreon and waited. If their was to be any communicating at all between the other Naboo Sith Order members, Zeta would not be the one to do it, at least not without being mindful, something Master Snack had always taught him to do.

Besides, now it seemed Zeta had other things on his mind other than communications. The group suddenly seemed to stop, moving into a large room of sorts, a very empty room at that. Nothing existed in the room except for a large table and several chairs. Zeta turned to look behind him and as he did so, he saw the two large double doors the group had entered through to get into the room, slam shut quickly behind him. He quickly turned back around and waited, his eyes resting to look upon the large brown table that was centered in the middle of the room.

Malice to had heard the call from master Poreon, but he did not want to answer him just yet, instead he sent sort ofsent a ripple through the force back to Poreon letting him know he had gotten the message. Then they were put into a big room with only a table and some chairs.

From the far side of the room another set of huge doors opened up. Walking through them were a few Noghri, each one dressed like nobles. They walked up to the table and sat down. One of them motioning for the sith to be seated.

????:Please sit...Lord Brackilish will be with us shortly.

*Hmmm......something doesn't feel right. Why would Brackilish send these men out first instead of himself coming directly. Better keep my guard up*

Malice looked on as the others slowly sat down, he too grabbed a seat. Now the waiting game was on, only one person was missing from the table.....and that was Brackilish.

Chikami still relatively new to the force only feels a slight tremor instead of the recognizable voice of Poreon. Not realy knowing what happened he ignores the tremor, but decides to be more careful of force signatures from here on out.

Entering the room full of chairs and having the doors slammed shut behind them Chikami begins to wonder <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Whats going on here, and what was that strange tremor in the force." <!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> Noticing the noble Noghri enter Chikami abandons all thoughts and quickly returns to the present. Chikami sits when one of the nobles motioned the sith to sit.

Sitting slowly Chikami watched both the Noghri and his fellow sith waiting for something to happen.

Fear and uncertainty lurked in the holding cell. The misgivings filled every nook and cranny of the room except the space Brackilish occupied. He stood near the center of the room, unarmed and clothed in traditional Noghri robes. In a sign of peaceful intent, he extended his palms and opened them. The fearful Sith nodded their heads in response.

“Sith,” Brackilish began circling the group, “Honoghr is the Noghri’s home; and all we have left to call our own. We do not want you, and we do not need you.” The Noghri warrior flashed his teeth at the group. “Trepidation means fear.”

He stopped circling the group and looked out of the room’s only window at the Honoghr landscape. “You have nothing to offer me worth this planet’s allegiance.”

After the Noghri had finished speaking, Zeta's mood had changed, though it was unseen. he was the first to speak up on the matter at hand.

"Fear has no place here..We are cautious, Brackilish, caurious and mindful, not because we need to be but because we have learned to be that way. You do the same, I'm sure..."

He paused, watching Brackilish's reflection through the window. His own facial features were impassive, and Zeta could not gather anything from him. He continued on.

"You assume we have nothing to offer you, Brackilish, however, we would not be here if we thought otherwise. We do not believe in wasting any of our own time, nor yours. We do indeed have something to offer you, Brackilish, in fact...I invite you, Brackilish, to come see just what it is we have to offer...If it is not to your liking, well then, we'll gladly be on our way."

Zeta's words were honest, no lies were held within them. He had kept his gaze on Brackilish the entire time as he spoke, his voice never wavering. His own eyes held truth. He did not know what Brackilish had seen though.

*Brimstone peered from behind.*

" Master Poreone? I believe i sense something. I believe that my master is in trouble. I wish to be part of the resscue force, if i may."

*Brimstone stood back on his haunches, awaiting Poreon's answer*

Chikami not wanting to mess anything up at this point decides not to speak on the matter. He decides to keep silent and see how the situation plays out before comitting to any sort of action that was not already spoken of by his brethren.

Malice to just sat and listened to Zeta and Brackilish talk. But a sudden disturbance in the force divereted his attention. Without saying anything he stood up from his chair and looked out one of the windows up into the sky. Turning back to the group he made is way to the table and looked at all of them. Then his gaze fell upon Brackilish.

*Excuse me for interrupting lord Brackilish, but if you want to see just how TNSO would be able to help you and your people...then you would get that chance right now. It would seem as though the ones that had attacked you before are now back.....and it feels like they have a bigger fleet to. I suggest we call off this meeting and deal with this....smal l threat first*

Malice waited for a reply from either party.