Monik checked and rechecked the energy clip in his LR-12 Repeating Blaster. He smiled when the energy counter read 'full' and had five green lights along the side.

The elevator he was in suddenly stopped and the doors parted. He walked off and onto deck 7 and made his way toward the location of the 'unknown' reading. As he approuched the area his gut told him to get his repeater ready, for which he did and unslug it from his back and began to scan the hallway.

He finally came upon the docked insertion pod. "Hmmm......" he stepped inside and inspected the pod; a grin formed on his face. "One... Trandoshan... female...." He said to himself and walked off the pod.

"Where is that damn droid...." He said after slunging his rifle and looking around. A couple minute's later a small mouse droid appeared in the vent shaft to his right, the droids two lit up eyes looked at him and made several beeping sounds.

"Rover.. I've told you time and time again not to wonder the station." Monik said and the droid whined. "Let me guess... you decided to screw with the turret power relays again huh?"

The droid beeped and Monik sighed. "One of these days they'll scrap you... but at least they have more... 'pressing' concerns." He smiled and looked back into the pod. It's about time Lavality put her plan into motion.. a Trandoshan is helping her, I'm curious who this trandoshan could be.

He was deep in thought when the mouse droid whined, he turned around to find that it was bumping into the vent cover, suddenly the cover slipped and hit the ground - almost smashing Monik's foot. "Hey!" he shouted and the droid backed up a bit.

Grabbing the mouse droid he placed it on the ground and watched as it drove off to cause more mischief. Shaking his head he put the vent cover back on and walked into the pod; he accessed the pods computer system and rigged it to detach from the air lock doors in under ten minutes. "Whoever is here to take out the traitors will need a distraction... something to bring the generals to one place." He said to himself after closing the cover.

Monik made his way back to the elevator and went down to deck five; the central security control room. Like the hunter who was here to take care of the generals, he had his own seperate mission - to take care of the chief of security. He knew of only one way, the main was clad in armor that was impervious to blasters and blades, but he wasn't impervious to anything biological and thats where his mouse droid came in.

As he approuched the door Rover, his mouse droid, sat there. He delt down and opened a small compartment, a tiny clamp extended outward, normally used to pull levers and such, but in this case he placed a small bottle that had a long needle into the clamp. The droid brought the bottle back into it's casing and now he was ready to inact his own plan.

Everything was set, he already rigged the camera's with a ten second repeating footage. Plus the emergency comm. systems had been disabled, meaning even if the person who was taking out the generals was spotted there was 'almost' no way to warn them.

Monik took in a deep breath and walked toward the doors; they parted and in he was..Now the fun begins..

It took longer then Asri hoped for her to take to reach the vent that passed over the conference room the Generals were said to be in, thanks to nearly running into one of those droids that took it's sweet time passing by. Once she was in place and assessed the situation, she discovered to her annoyance that at least one of the Generals was absent: from her vantage point she couldn't see everyone and that bothered her as well.

I don't have time to go hunting through the rest of the station to find the missing ones. Asri thought with a quiet snarl. Guess I'll just have to sit and wait a couple of minutes to see if they come back. Doesn't sound like they are done with their meeting....

While she waited, she loosened the vent so that when the time came she could move it asside quickly. After that she put on one of her K'Zur and with her free hand removed the smoke grenades from her poach and prepped them for deployment. If the missing ones don't show up soon I may have to just take these out and pray I run into the missing ones on the way out. I should have asked Lavality for pictures of these bozos...considering some of them are not in uniform...bah...

Deck 14, Aft Power Controls.

A mouse droid moved across the floor making it's way toward a power relay node; this node, while it didn't control any of the defensive armaments on the deck, did control the lighting.

Two guards watched the little mouse droid as it moved between them and into the vent. "Stupid droid..." one guard said before feeling an electrical zap on the foot which caused him to hop around a bit. "Yeouch! HEY!" The guard shouted as the droid ran back into the vent.

Several second's later the deck was bathed in darkness, shortly after red light bathed the deck. The guards snarled, "Damn droid..." they said just as the droid ran past them and into the conference room.

The two guards chased the droid down the hall, all the while the droid was making some taunting sounds. It then moved into another vent and disappeared, "Damn it... now where is that stupid droid going.." one of the two said.

Inside the confence room the five generals snarled at how dark the lights were. While they waited the colonel had left to deal with Monik, who was reported to be on deck 9.

Just then, for no explainable reason, the station shook and caused three of the generals to crash against the deck. Red and blue flashing lights bathed the room; one of the five generals hit a switch to showed that there was a hull breach several decks below on deck 7. "What the hell...?" The female general said as the station cameras switched to show what remained of a boarding pod.

Security Office

Monik stood there in front of the closed door. He heard two clicks in his headset and realized that his second mouse droid had completed it's objective, not only had it cut the lights on deck fourteen but also caused the boarding pod to blow out.

The major wached this specticle with suspision; he tried contacting several squads to start searching the area when he realized that none of his messages were making it to their respected destinations.

"Having problems.... Major?" Monik said, almost emotionless.

The armor suited man turned toward him, not liking his tone. "What have you done this time Monik?" anger filled his voice.

Monik grinned and took a few steps forward. "Oh.. nothing really... just disabled security communications from this office."

The Major snarled and looked at Monik in the eyes; he was about to say something when he felt something prick his leg. His vision began to blur and he fell onto his knees, "What the... what have you done..." he said as he took in several breaths.

Monik just smiled and stuffed his hands into his pocket and watched.

Asri had heard one more General return since she started waiting; however she still could not confirm the exact number of them in there. She was debating on whether to wait a bit more, knowing full well that she was likely starting to run short on time, when the lights went out. Well, guess there’s no point to having the smoke grenades now. She thought, putting a couple of them back in her pouch: she figured she may need them on the way out.

When the station shook, Asri mentally cursed. While she was fairly certain forty minutes hadn’t passed yet, she couldn’t think if any other reason for the station to shake violently like that. Moving the cover aside, Asri knew she could wait no longer. The targets had turned on the viewscreen to find out what was going on; the light from each illuminated each of their faces, allowing her to mark each of their locations as she dropped from the vent opening in the ceiling.

She landed with a soft thud on the central table, the general immediately in front of her exclaiming in alarm for a second before her K’Zur found his throat. An assassin’s instinct driving her now, she dove off the table, just as another general fired his blaster where she once was. She heard a scream: he had hit one of his own instead. On all fours she bolted under the table and popped up long enough to slash another target, then ducked again as the one with the happy trigger finger fired at her again and again hit one of his own. With only one apparent target left, Asri leapt forward and tackled the man, his blaster flying from his hand. Like the first, she slashed him in the throat.

For a long moment, Asri just stayed still, looking for signs of any more targets. The first one that was shot was moaning and not dead yet, so she moved over and finished him off. Only then did she stand up straight and do a mental count of how many she had killed. Blast it! She thought with a growl. There’s only five here…where’s the sixth?

Security Office

A foul odor had enveloped the room; Monik's nose moved to block the smell but it was no use. "You stink..." He said and walked past the crippled Major, who was laying on the ground and almost not moving.

"Enjoying the paralysis?" He said as he walked up to the console and patched into the security system; the camera in the conference room was dark and displayed a red message 'ERROR'

A smile creased his face there was only one reason for the camera to be out. "Looks like it worked..." he whispered to himself. He turned back toward the Major who was struggling to lift his helmeted head. "Enjoying yourself I hope." He said.

"W-...why are you doing this?" The major asked.

"Why? Because you and your group are destroying everything Fikan has worked so hard to achieve." Monik said and knelt down. "Fikan was a fool.... thinking he could... unite these pirates groups together...."

Monik sighed. "For someone who was a 'fool' he certainly was successful."

"When I get out of this... you are a dead man...." The major growled. Monik grinned and walked toward the door. "Who said I was going to let you out to begin with?" he said and opened the door.

As he walekd out a hissing sound could be heard from one of the air vents; the Major's eyes scanned the room before seeing white smoke beltching out of the vent, his eyes widened.

He heard the doors close, then static filled the office speakers, then cleared up and Moniks voice piped through. "The easiest way to get rid of someone is to burn them alive yes? You should feel a burn in your chest, that burn is the gas eating you from the inside out. Enjoy the last five minutes of your life." Monik said and then killed the office speakers.

Out of the office Monik was checking his rifle to make sure the energy clip was still in; even though the door was thick, he could hear the Major's dreadful scream of pain. "I wonder how long it'll take for the Major to realize that he's not really dieing... that it's all just physological.." he said and then shrugged. His mouse droid was still inside and monitoring the Major's condition.

He was now satisfied that he had taken care of this one and most important annoyance, like a damino effect, the others would fall into place once the generals were all taken care of.

Deck 6, Hanger Bay

The hanger bay doors parted and hissed as they came apart; a small vessel came through the opening and toward the hanger deck where a group of station marines were assembled and waiting for orders.

When the vessel came to a stand still and it's engines ceased; a ramp extended and a door opened. A man wearing an extravegent robe began to walk off the shuttle, behind him a cloaked figure wearing a blood red robe followed him.

"Status?" The general ordered to the station commander that was waiting for him. "Everything is going according to plan; we've got a fleet standing by to assault Trandosha and remove the parasite known as Lavality," the commander said.

He made his way toward the elevator. "Continue on; I'm going to talk to the other generals." He said and left his cloaked bodyguard behind. The figure shook it's head before walking toward another set of doors, it stopped briefly and looked toward the ceiling before walking away.

A chime could be heard as the elevator reached deck fourteen; the lights where out and no guards at the door. "Monik's stupid droid at it again," he said and made his way toward the conference room.

He pushed open the doors to the conference room and walked in.

At first he saw no moment in the room, but then he saw a figure, way too tall to be a human, moving around. He watched as the figure stopped, stooped down and pull something off a body: the body of one of the other generals. Instinctively he reached down to his holster and pulled out his weapon, as his eyes finally adjusted to the more illuminated room and he saw the alabaster colored scales of the figure within. Without further hesitation, he aimed and fired…

***

Asri had been removing the name tags from the generals she had killed thus far, figuring she would give them to Lavality as a memento and proof of the job done. As she straightened up after taking the name tag from the fifth body, a shot rang out and the sudden burst of pain in her left shoulder made her realize just how careless she had been just then. She screeched in agony, the armor plating not protecting her from whatever the weapon was just used on her. However already she was moving, her instincts knowing better then to just stand there and moan in pain. Adrenaline pumping through her body dulled the pain a bit as she dove under the table, buying her precious time to pin point her assailant.

She rushed him on all fours, ignoring the jab of pain in her shoulder from every step. The moment she had enough clearance from the table she sprang, her strong legs propelling her up and forward. Such an attack was risky, but she was counting on the human’s inferior night vision to keep him from reacting in time.

It worked: unable to swing his weapon in her direction quick enough, Asri crashed into him, his weapon flying from his hand. The force of the impact propelled both of them out of the room as Asri sunk her teeth into his soft throat. Warm blood filled her mouth as the two landed on the floor of the hallway outside and she was tempted to drink her fill as she had in the old days. No, there is no time. She told herself as she resigned herself to just ripping his throat out.

She paused only long enough to ensure the man died and to take his name tag before leaving the scene. The next task was now to get off the station, which meant she had to get to the hanger. How well she would be able to fly, though the pain had subsided to the point it was just an annoying throb, would remain to seen….

The elevator doors parted, and a robed figure stepped onto the deck. "So... a Trandoshan female it is..." the dark jedi said when his eyes laid upon the albino. His light sabre ignited, lifting it up.

Deck 9, vertral corridor

Air moved freely along the corridor as the station's oxygen flow systems engaged to circulate what had been stale air. A short time ago Monik had picked up a scattered security report that someone had been headed to his deck to meet up with him, but his insticts told him that this person wasn't going there for an idle chat, but to cause him much harm.

On the far end of the deck he heard a door open, and then close a few seconds later. He hefted his LR-12 Repeating Blaster and hid behind a small pillar, the clattering of boots resounded off the walks as someone made their way past him.

He peeked around the corner just enough to see that the person was a colonel. A question came to mind on what the colonel was doing here; he knew someone was headed there to talk to him, could it be the colonel?

Monik wondered about that and lowered his blaster; but he didn't set it on safety, instead he put it to his side and came out of his hiding place. "What's wrong Colonel?" He said as the colonel was about to round a corner.

"Ahhh... Leutinant, I was just looking for you." The colonel said and began to walk toward Monik. "Were you now..." Monik said in a low voice as to not be heard.

Somewhere nearby

Lavality pondered and waited. Her hands gripped the railing of the bridge tightly, she was very nervious. "Calm down Admiral; it's only been ten minutes since she reported entered the base."

"That report occured awhile ago though.... I'm worried about why we haven't intercepted any comm. traffic though." Lavality rubbed his chin with her free hand, while using the other to type in a command on the console just to her left.

The blank screen went away, revealing a set of communications logs and other intercepts. "Nothing.... the base is quiet."

"Think we should move in?"

"Order the Sparrow's to move in; but don't have them open fire just yet." Lavality ordered and the officer turned to relay the orders.

Lavality continued to ponder. "Something's not right about all this.... somethings amiss..."

Kazuk….there was nothing in the intel about this! Asri thought as she backed away. Even if I wasn’t injured, I would stand no chance!

All she had besides her K’Zur were two smoke grenades and the mini thermal detonator, all of which were basically useless against a Jedi type. With little other option, she turned around and fled. Come on girl think….you worked with an evil Jedi type before, there’s got to be something. She thought as she racked her brain trying to think of something to lose this bozo, if not kill him, though she really doubted the latter.

I need to get to the hanger. She thought. But the fastest way is through him. Now would be a really good time to show up Trazu….

Up ahead she spotted a door and something in her mental map clicked. It was a small storage room, for what she didn’t know, but it would likely be her best chance to get around him. As she ran in, knowing all too well the Jedi was right behind her, a plan formed in her head….

The dark jedi knew that the albino had no where to run so he kept a steady pace as he walked toward the storage room she had ducked into. Much like all pray.. they run and hide in places that they think are safe... and this pray is just as stupid he said as he walked through the door leading into the room.

Huh? I can't sense her now... he said.

The storage room was fairly large with it's walls lined with shelves and even more shelves went down the middle. Asri was on top of one of those middle row shelves, down on her elbows and knees to keep her profile as low as possible while still having some mobility if she needed it prematurally. Normally this wouldn't be so hard, but her shoulder was screaming bloody murder and it was taking all her willpower to hold her position.

In one hand she held one of the smoke grenades, her thumb on the switch and waiting for the Dark Jedi to come in far enough. He seemed a bit confused as he walked in, which puzzled Asri: couldn't he sense her? She decided it wasn’t her problem and in fact realized it would help her here. Once he was in far enough she pushed the button and threw the grenade to the other side of the room, belching it’s dark grey smoke as it clanged against the metal shelving on the way down. As the room quickly filled with smoke, the Jedi surprisingly headed toward the source of the smoke, not to where she was: she would have thought he’d at least sensed the direction the grenade was thrown from.

Again though, she decided not to question her good fortune and jumped down as quietly as she could, then rammed her body against the shelving, causing the shelving to tip over and crash into the one next to it. Not waiting to see if the ensuing domino affect would be stopped via the Force, Asri quickly implemented the next phase of the plan. As she raced for the door she pulled out her MTD, activated it and threw it behind her as she dashed out the door. For a final touch she jammed her K’Zur into the door panel, disabling the opening mechanism: if that Jedi survived the blast from the MTD, he’ll have to cut his way out or force the door open with the Force. Either way, it bought her valuable time to get to the hanger without having to fight the man directly.

Asri was a couple of hallways down by the time she heard the faint ‘boom’ of the MTD going off and the predictable alarms going off. She realized it was a slight error in her planning, as now every soldier on the station would be heading for this deck. Still, she would rather face a dozen soldiers any day then that Jedi. Besides she still had one smoke grenade left.

Now if only her shoulder would stop throbbing: having to bare her weight on it hadn’t helped it at all….