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The group of Jedi exited the cave. After parking their shuttle inside, they had concealed it under some sand and rocks - not a perfect disguise, but it should be enough to deal with any searches. Leaving the caves behind, Dolash now looked on towards the train line.

“It should be up over this hill.” said Katria, on whose wrist a holographic map floated. They kept low, and inched forwards until they could just peer over the edge.

In the distance, indeed, could be seen a vast series of canyons, tunnels, and mines as far as the eye could see. Prisoner transports networked across it’s surface like some kind of spider’s web, leading back to a train-system that took them to and from the pits every day. It appeared the transports were making their way back to the exit-train now, and it wouldn’t be long before those imprisoned were taken away.

That wasn’t all they saw, either. Just on top of the hill, stood a pair of menacing prison patrol-guards, standing just outside what appeared to be a large patrol airspeeder armed to the teeth.

“I tell ya.” said one guard to the other. “This is the most boring posting we coulda ever got. I mean, why couldn’t we be on like... uh...” He seemed to give this some real thought “...Somewhere else? Without all this stupid desert, guarding prisoners who’re barely able to stand anyways.”

Their conversation continued, the two completely oblivious to the seven figures approaching from behind. It was as the guard was making a point about how badly the prisoners fight in the arena that Dolash checked to make sure each of his fellow Jedi were safely concealed in the rear compartment. A problem with this plan very suddenly struck him - there wasn’t enough room for him.

After carefully floating the crates of additional ammo, bindings, and weapons out of the rear compartment, there was just enough room to cram six of them in, but Dolash was too big. Thinking fast, he hid back behind the hill.

“About time we head back.” said one guard, and the second nodded. “Wouldn’t want to miss the train back, anyways. You heard of Charlie? He missed it last week, they found what’s left of him out in C-Grid, the idiot tried to walk back.”

The two got in and started up the repulsors. Dolash slunk up behind the vehicle, and in the last moment sunk his claws into the back of the vehicle (careful not to impale his colleagues inside) and clung on for dear life.

“Hey, you hear something just then?” asked one guard.

“Nah, probably some rock or something you hit. You’re a crap driver, Jace.”

With Dolash clinging tightly to the back of the speeder, they zipped towards the installation.

A square room of no great immensity dwelled below the depths of the asteroids surface. Inside this room were a great many view screens, each switching to another view of the surface as well as views of the space around the planetoid every few minutes, specialized tracking systems watching each ship designated to be in the area and alerting the personnel of those that were not. The flashes of red illuminated the room as klaxons raged in alarm as the unknown vessel streaked down to the surface. Five men, Farfalen soilders bred and raised, sat at five distinct control consoles and each one operating them as though nothing were out of the ordinary, for though the alarms sounded and the programs ran, they were living beings, and susceptible to the force, to them things were as they should be and all was well with Kessel, or as well as Kessel standard allowed.

Approaching the board, a silent figure passed a few screens, each silhouetting the Shuttle in every visual sweep. Pressing a combo of keys in a slow meticulous fashion the alarms ceased to wail, and then the boards stopped flashing, though the visuals continued to track the Shuttles approach. Slipping back towards the doorway, the hiss of the sliding doors broke the trance that had been placed on the hardened soilders. Like awakening from a short nap, one of the men snapped almost to his feet as he faced a single monitor, watching the tracking systems follow this single ship made him very suspicious. Reaching out he played his fingers across the board in front of him, gathering the vital data on the shuttles trajectory, engine output, mass, displaced volume to atmosphere ratio and visible weapons mounts.

As the vessel landed new visuals continued to track it, even as it entered the cave a single vid watched it from a reflected spacial point of view, it wasn't until the patrons disembarked that the once silent room again began to fill with sound as each soilder turned to the others screens to verify the transmission they were receiving.

"Have the Azguard finally joined the Imperium?"

"No, I don't think so, last I heard they were still with the Coalition..."

"Then how did a shuttle with one land without our knowledge?"

"Unknown, alerting security forces in the area as well Fleet command in the Maw area. Send confirmation as well each of you."

The silent figure remained steady in the doorway as the officers issued forth on their trained responses on the situation at hand, and as each of them linked directly with fleet command and security detachments asteroid-wide, he raised a hand, the connections frozen, leaving the open ended transmissions with the echoes of repeated requests for explanations for the hails. In a low voice, ranging across multiple decibels and appearing as many voices at once, the figure spoke:

"Let them pass, for now, The fleet is aware of them, Inform all Farfalen security details to ignore them as ghosts... and where possible, direct them to 'the' installation"

By that, the figure meant the Daemun Chambers, where the highest of traitors and rebellious of criminals and dissidents were sent, to never be heard from again. Lowering his hand, the com lines once again resumed normal operations, and obedient as they were, the Soilders followed orders to the letter. It was a trick, but one the intruders were sure to fall into, for how easy was it to notice the guards were ignoring you, on purpose, and why?

Elsewhere on the Surface:

Holding his hand to his ear to dull out the sound the speeder made while in full acceleration, the Soilder nodded in acceptance to the commands, fully verified by voice imprint from security control. Taping the speeders driver on the shoulder, he made a series of hand gestures until the driver understood the order he could not have heard. Watching the rearview vid on his helmet, he watched the obvious effort the intruders were making to get themselves transport across the surface. Tilting his head at the noise made when the Azguard slid its claws into the speeders rear end, he made small eye signals towards the rear of the speeder craft, the passenger switching his own vid monitor to a rear view before nodding a slight nod and saying as loudly as could be made believable:

“Hey, you hear something just then?”

“Nah, probably some rock or something you hit. You’re a crap driver, Jace.” responded the other...

Dolash clung for dear life to the back of the speeder, but eventually found a grip that seemed to suffice. It was a long trip, but he was no idler. Closing his eyes and concentrating, he reached out through the power of the Force, to probe the minds of the two guards who drove them forwards.

To his suprise, he found them bristling with readiness. Unlike the sloath or distractedness common to soldiers on a boring and routine duty, they seemed tensed - as if something were about to happen. Dolash then realized they had been discovered.

So much for suprise, he mused.

Still, they probably didn't know he knew they knew... yet.

So he hung tightly, and to no suprise, saw that they were 'off course'. They found themselves going instead further along Kessel.

It was some time later when they finally reached the outskirts of where they were apparently heading - wherever it was, it was deep underground as the vehicle approached a rough path leading deep into a hole in the planet's surface. Now or never.

As the vehicle began to descend a spiralling ramp carved around the circumfrance of the hole, Dolash braced himself, before leaping into the back-seat. The guards hardly had time to look suprised before a well-practiced kick from each leg knocked them into the dashboard, and then out cold.

Despite being significantly too large for the vehicle to sit comfortably, Dolash reached forwards and hit the ignition switch off, causing the speeder to slow, drift, and finally thump into a stone corner - a jarring, but thankfully not damaging experience.

The trunk popped "We're getting out." said Dolash, matter of factly.

More then a bit stiff, the other Jedi extended from the trunk compartment of the speeder. As each stretched, Katria moved quite suddenly and slapped Ian across the face.

Ian frowned. "What was that for?" but recieved a threatening finger waved in his face.

"You were not a gentleman in there, Ian. I know they were cramped corners, but you could have just put your hands in your pockets."

Ian looked shocked, and said "Well maybe, if we hadn't been in such a hurry, I didn't quite have time to get comfortable - can we just focus on the task at hand, then?"

"I agree" said Fwar. " But first, let us find an alcove where we may discuss without risking being spotted." The group moved to a grotto in the asteriod's surface, before he spoke again. "I could sense their tension, they know we are here."

"Well then we're Y'ibsoct." said Proq "If they know we're here, we'll never escape."

Dolash shook his head. "They have eyes, that is true, but to have eyes one must have a head - and without a head, then you are dead. Do you catch my meaning?"

Jubaz nodded "Blind the beast, you say? That is good poetry, but we need something more concrete to succeed."

"I believe I have something, Jubaz." said Dolash, who extracted the communications tool from the guard's ear. "Ian, if you would do the honours?"

Ian grinned as he took the little device, and removed a data-pad from his pouch. Removing a chip from the device, he delicately placed it in a small space on one side of the datapad, and began tapping away.

"Interesting little bugger, this. I can't get much, but it looks like - yep, they know where we are. It's all shrouded in mystery-speak, but I'm guessing they're trying to herd us to some complex down here - must be pretty bad. I don't think they know we know they know yet, though."

Dolash was silent, for a moment, before speaking. "I believe I have a plan."

(OOC: Gue, I would like to discuss the particulars of the next post with you - as it says, I have a plan, and I think it would look best when interwoven with what you do too. I'll explain over AIM.)

The blast rocked the cavern walls with a hard rattle that caused a slight creaking from even the form welded ceilings. All that remained of the speeder was a smoldering wreck that lay in fragments across the ground below its impact point, a site that had garnered an unusual attraction of guards from the gates entrance, it almost seemed every active security detail had emerged from the cave to see what the comotion was about.

"ERT's to the Front Gate. ERT's to the Front Gate."

Emergancy Response Teams, the wreck would be cleared out within moments and any injuries encured would surely be treated in same allocation of time. The Gate itself swung open slowly, its thick structure passing through multiple dampening feilds designed to slow projectiles and dampen energy feilds passing through, a security measure designed that energy weapons could not be smuggled in or out of the faculty without its knowledge.

A single response vehicle hit the feilds, slowing down considerably as it slamed through one of the concussive feilds, but jerking back to full speed as soon as it came back under its own power as it sped to the crash site. As soon as it had passed through, the massive doors began to shut again, the cuase of its slowness being its mass for the most part, as it was a door the type you might expect to find in an arcane bomb shelter found in many pre-spaceflight civilizations. As it closed, personelle swiftly walked back and forth between the gently shrinking crack of space left between it and the wall. If anyone were to make for the inside of the Faculty, this would be the moment to try.


(OOC: Sorry for the Crap reply, really busy atm, but don't want to hold up your thread. You can either take this as the opener to your next post and get with me on what you'll see inside, or I can edit it on some later time)

As the doors closed, Dolash and the Jedi rushed the gate, blades at the ready. Dolash knew it'd be sloppy, but he couldn't think of any other way in - and the Force certainly wanted them to get inside.

They just managed to enter as the gates closed behind them. It was a critical moment, and the Jedi had to take the initiative.

The guards managed to look shocked before they were hurled bodily through the air by Dolash's force powers into a nearby wall - the security details had indeed been bunched up by the gate, and the towering Azguard found it easy to knock them back by the handful. As he did that, drawing the attention of local guards, Ian and Jubaz peeled off from the main group and kicked in the door of the security checkpoint by the doors. The security guard inside had leapt to his feet but his first shot went wild and he didn't have time for a second as his face met a well-timed fist from a Rodian. Ian, taking a quick appraisal of the security measures, slashed with his lightsaber three times - the alarms, communications, and power systems were each cut in turn for the front gate.

Five Jedi, with the element of suprise and in close reach of the guards, found very little to challenge them. In a matter of moments, the guards were knocked around and out. The ERT vehicle, however, seemed sure to escape - or was it?

"Damn" cursed Fwar "They will certainly report us, we will lose any element of suprise we hoped to gain."

"Not necessarily" said Dolash, reassuringly. "But in the mean-time, we must move forwards from this position and then find hiding places - they may know we are here, but we can still suprise them if they do not know where."

In the chaos of the fighting, Proq had managed to grab on to the back of the vehicle as it sped away. Clinging to it now, he prepared to give the prison guards an additional suprise once they made it to the Faculty itself.

*Loud, obnoxious coughing*

Safely behind a second set of defences, the two guards crewing the ERT vehicle leapt out and begun sputtering to those who had gathered to hear the comotion. "Jedi... Coming this way... shoot the turrets already, before they get any closer!"

Dolash and the Jedi around him scattered into rock alcoves and behind metal wreckage as two massive prison turret towers came online and began pasting the ground between them with fire. Fwar and Shillia found themselves pinned where the wall of the outer defences met the stone of the cavern, just outside of the firing arc of the turrets.

"Damn!" she shouted, as Fwar awkwardly tried to keep his large frame covered "They've got us stuck here! Unless you're hiding a rocket launcher under that robe of yours they'll be able to keep us here until the can surround us and pick us off!"

"No, unfortunately I did not forsee the need for a rocket launcher and as such I do not have one under my robe." said Fwar, who seemed oblivious even to the sarcastic tones of his fellow Jedi. "However, I do believe our salvation is already at work."

"Wait, what?" said Shillia "Did you see something I missed? If I'm not mistaken, we're the ones being shot at right now, not them. What's all this about salvation."

"Do a head count." said Fwar, still completely distracted. Confused, Shillia complied.

"...Where's Proq?"

Quite suddenly, explosions erupted from the mount of the first turret, and it slowly broke off and fell forwards to the ground. Fwar smiled "I believe I was correct in my guess as to where he went."

The second turret exploded, and the sounds of chaos now filled the laser-free air. The pinned Jedi came out of cover and cautiously advanced to the sealed doors. Finally, they creaked open, and a grinning Proq met them.

"About time you caught up." he said, although a sudden stagger in his walk revealed how difficult it had been getting the doors open.

"I misjudged you." said Jubaz, the slightest hint of suprise in his voice "You must be quite a fearsome warrior to have defeated all this guards."

The staggering Proq suddenly looked uneasy. "Yeah... defeated them... that's what I did."

"If you didn't defeat them, where did they go?" said Dolash.

A sudden, angry banging on the sealed door that lead up to the now-defunct turret tower answered that question. "Well... it was a lot faster to just lock them in up there, and it looked like you guys didn't have much time." said Proq, shrugging. "Let's just keep moving, ok? It looks like we're past the outer defences and in the central prison itself."

Walking along the corridors, he held his breath as data was sent back and forth from his brain to the cells he passed by. Like all major posts in the Imperium, it had been decided a Daemun husk had been required to directly communicate with the humanoids posted there. It was more a relations effort, but here on this prison installation, it had the habit of disgusting the Mysteri created and transfered there. The humanoids of the Imperium really had no clue what the Daemuns actually thought of them, regardless of how much they actually did for them.

At the current time, this husk contained the data of three mysteri inside itself, all created in combinations with the various traits and personality quarks to fulfill the needs of such a precarious position such as this. Stopping, he looked into a small grey room. The data it sent said the prisoners life signs were about to crumble, and with a self satisfied grin he made sure to watch.

Strangorn Trumplis
*Terrorist*
::Blew up a building in a major metropolotin sector, killing 253 sentient life forms:::
Cycle 107

Smiling to the man as he watched him through the small durasteel window, his broken expression was obvious. The torture was merely part of breaking a mans spirit, the other half was done by themselves. He sensed invisible and silent power sources stirring to life as the ceiling of the cell lowered itself down. Where the man was barely standing before, he found himself crawling to the floor to keep from being crushed. The Daemun closed their eyes, taking their view directly from the sensor input now. The cieling continued to lower, even as the man lay on his belly now, doing his best to avoid the innevitable.

The screams could not be heard, the virtue of the corridor, were all the screams able to be heard it would be a true hell here. The cieling squeezed his body against the floor, ribs cracking under its weight, he sensed him twisting his head in an attempt to make his face closer to the floor, even as his insides were being pressed out the sides of his belly. With a hideous crack his skull cavity was opened to the air as his eyes went wide just before his death. Amazingly like cow eyes, the Daemun thought.

With that the chamber reset to default, ceiling rasing back to its normal level, and in a flash of red light the room was empty again. Another flash of red light showed the previous man once again. Daemun husks were easy enough to create, the emotional effect on these humanoids was greatly enhanced when they were made to look like themselves. Then with their mysteri implanted into it, their would be no difference between this life and the last. All except for their easily duplicateable bodies and transferable consciousness.

All this ment that they could continue to die, and be recreated, just to have it done again, expiriencing every pain and torture they themselves put each and every victim they had themselves put through. All with one more painful twist. Closing his eyes he nodded when the Cycle number changed to 108 and the ceiling began to drop again.

Cycle 108 of 2530

Various guards, guard droids, and prison officers filled the corridor anxiously just inside the prison complex. Behind a stoud pair of mag-locked double-doors lay the outside - where an unkown party of aggressors had just overcome the first lines of defence. It had hardly been much. On Kessel of all places, it was assumed the only danger would come from within. Nevertheless, armed to the teeth and sitting behind a hastily prepared field of mines, the assembled security personnel waited for the doors to open.

Hissing could be heard, then scratching. The sound of metal on metal, the clunk of great weight, all of it alien and disconcerting. As they waited with baited breath for the door to open, quite suddenly, it did - although not in the way they'd expected.

Ian had managed to overcome the security measures on the door using his skill and a security pass-card he found on a beaten guard - the Jedi opening the door had been expected. What was suprising, was the ERT vehicle leading the charge - set on autopilot and sabotaged of safety failsafes. The empty vehicle swooped over the mines on it's own hoverring field, taking the guards by suprise and knocking them in all directions as they tried to fire on the speeding vehicle - a useless guesture.

Finally, it crashed at the far end, kicking up a cloud of it's own debris and creating a horrible clattering sound. The guards had barely begun to pick themselves up when they realized that the Jedi had jumped the narrow minefield and were upon them.

Guards flew in all directions as the party of Jedi hurled them around. Once Dolash was content that they were all well and truly unconscious, they completed the effect by robbing them of anything of use and stuffing the unconscious bodies into a security closet - and then locking it.

"We're in." he said, quite calmly. "Now it gets challenging. These places are meant to keep people inside, which means all manner of internal defences. Ian, if you can work out what passcodes we've obtained from the gear we removed from the guards, perhaps we can assure ourselves a way deeper into this place. It is of importance we locate their command centre immeadietly and assume control of the facility. I would propose we split up, but then, I am not foolish and not at all interested in suffering casualties. Katria? Please cut the security system connections to this room and let us come up with a plan."