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(OOC: Heh Logan, sorry to be a dick, since its not important, but if your twillights are cloaked, you can't actually issue them orders, but anyway.)

Radar conning station AZG-297, Despayre Port Authority

"Shield raised sir, we have no reports of any unauthorised shipping inside. Judging by the fleet we're facing, it looks like those Imperials have finally met their match."

The freshfaced young man seemed pleased with his rather elementary judgement of the current tactical situation, and his supervisor merely grunted, his mind focused entirely on the happenings that were apparent on his screens. He was a veteran of the rise of the New Order and its subsequint fall. He had seen fleets of massive size decisimated by smaller numbers, first by Thrawn at Ossus, then by the New Order during the endgame plot and finally by the revenge sick falleen during what had come to be called the dark times by the public and media alike.

He knew that there had to be something much more sinister at work here.

"Keep monitering them, and deviations from standard formation or anything, let me know. I'm going for a smoke."

The boy gave a prompted 'yessir' at which the veteren shuddered, muttering something about the folly of youth as he walked outside, his stimstick already in hand. He pushed the door open and heard it close behind him with thud, a slight whirring indicating the door had sealed itself. As he put the stimstick to his lips, he could barely inhale before the brown and white stick fell to the floor without a noise. Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth as one of the Sith appeared in his sight.

"This is a slaughter, not a picnic. Hurry the @#%$ up!"

The sith doubled up in laughter as he saw Lupercus crouching off the impossibly small door frame, his sabre implanted through the top of the mans skull with the blade itself not visable. Lupercus stood, the sabre withdrawing from the mans body as he did so, allowing the eviscerated body to fall to the ground. As he landed bloody tissue and brain matter dropped from his head, spreading in a stain on the hard path.

Chuckling at his own showmanship, Lupercus dropped to the floor astride the body.

"You guys coming?"

As he waited he pulled a disruptor rifle from his back sling, immediately charging it to its full capacity. Smirking as it whined to full charge, he depressed the barrell of the weapon into the door, immediatly vaporising it with a hiss. Stepping over the now very bloody body, Lupercus howled, charging into the now entirely sealed facility.

Ahh, just like back at Otah Gunga...

RSD Indelible Corruption.

Zukhovsky smirked thinly as his comms officer spoke.

"...and it looks like hes just given away the position of his twillights. We have traced the origins and destination of what was obviously orders to his twillights."

The bridge crew looked on, expecting him to give an order calling them to open fire on the now exposed twillights. Instead, he spoke simply.

"Open a secure line to the ships of the self professed Sith Nation. Simply request intentions."

Suddenly the crew realised what was happening as sparks of light could be seen arching out against the inky backdrop of space. Tracking the transmissions themselves, the Shrouds had pounced, their various Occult model turbolasers slashing down upon the momentarily revealed twillights. The twillights immediatly scattered, but lacking speed over their original counterparts could not easily escape.

"Taccomm estimate standard scatter range and give me firing solutions along our projected intercept plot. We mighten't have killed anything, but we shook 'em up a whole lot. Procede as ordered."

"Aye aye sir."

The crew hurried about their tasks as the Imperial ships sat there, bulky garbage lining the front of the craft in what appeared to be a paupers shield. And all the while Zukhovsky merely watched and waited.