OOC this is where we will go for the negotiations

Maximus had been struck through the leg with his own vibro knife. His face wretched with pain. He fell to the ground with a loud thump. He sat up and kept his eyes on the sith lord, while he felt the cut with his hand. When he brought his hand to his face it was covered form the finger tips with three inches of his hand covered with blood.

Bastard. Maximus looked at him. Now being pissed off he was able to channel his anger slightly as if he were Sith, but a weak one.

He needed a slight diversion, although in battle with such a powerful sith it wouldn't be easy. Maximus jumped to his feet he began to run towards his other knife and vibroblade. As the sith lord neared Maximus pulled his blaster pistol out from his chest holster and fired round after round at Snack.

The pistol provided slight cover so that Snack couldn't get too close while Maximus retreived his weaponry. When he had collected them a message came over his intercom that was strapped to his waist.

=="The battle has been won. Admiral Shmoe has surrendered. Return to your ships."==

Maximus closed his eyes and spoke. "I appologize for this, but my work here is done and I must now go. We will continue this later, and hopefully when we do I will be more of a challenge for you."

With that Maximus sheathed all his weapons and shot off towards his speeder bike's resting place. He watched as Snack stood there, dissappearing off in the distance as Maximus ran. When he reached his speeder he fired up the engines, rode around the outskirts of the city and headed to the transports.

Thumbing the power switch of his lightsaber, the Teal Blade shrunk back into the metallic cylinder in Snack's hand. He watched as Maximus hobbled away, his leg wounded by his own vibro knife. Smirking as he clipped the hilt back onto his belt, he followed with his mind and the Force the beaten man. He made a connection with him, then spoke through the Force directly into his brain.

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Snack tilted his head downwards to view his foot. The bleeding had stopped, but there was still a bit of pain living on. A good thing, it was. It would allow clearer focus down the line.

Taking in some air, the Sith Lord began to walk out of the barracks, weaving his way through the masses of soldiers firing at each other. Upon exiting, his shuttle landed a few meters from the building, ramp lowering waiting to accept its Lord's return. As he boarded the shuttle, he thought out loud to himself.

"Any good relations had between our two respective orders have now been killed, at least in my terms. May the Force be kind to your soul, for I will not." The ramp door closed as his shuttle took off and exited the atmosphere of Sluis Van.