en walked down the corridor with a few of his men behind him. The rest had opted to take different routes to make it look less conspicious. The men he had, were those of the Secret Service that Nataniel Somir had created. They were loyal completely to Zen. They did not need heavy armor--as they were badass with out it.

"And here we have the bridge." Zen said aloud as he entered the bridge with his men. "To your left we have--" He paused as the Captain approached him.

"What is the meaning of this?!" He snapped.

"Do you know who I am?" Zen replied cooly.

"No. Now explain yourself."

"I am Kyric Zen and these are my students." The man was speechless, "And say hello to my little friend!" Zen said as his pull-out blaster slipped from his sleeve and he let one bolt lose in the chest of the captain. His soldiers followed suit and soon enough blaster pangs errupted.

Now, Zen had brought close to a hundred and fifty men into the bridge itself, which was overpowering. And that they did. Eight men died from Zen's forces. Sadly, guards were called.

"Now Darksword!" Kyric screamed into his comlink, then he ordered "Pilots and crewers to positions, Start venting floors which have none of our personel on NOW! Everyone else, prepare to repel."

OOC

This is Chadd, I'm too lazy to change accounts.

Hmm, if that is what Zen wants to believe about the Jutraalian economy, lol.




The sight of Admiral Zen, who had been ordered to the Wild Regions for scouting duty, on the bridge was suspicious enough, allowing the stormtroopers about the bridge to move on their guard. They expected a brief little show down, not a full blown firefight.

That had caught everyone in the bridge off guard.

As the CO's limp form fell to the ground and hurdled from the catawalk from which he stood, the stormtroopers lifted their weapons in full readiness.

Red blasts exchanged in full and for a moment no one was able to see a thing past the wisps of smoke that had bellowed and hazed over the command center, like a great dragon's breath on an icy night, overcoming everything.

It was not as if these guards were inexperienced however. Most of them had been at Averam, at Almania, at Jilaeek. They had seen war and had laughed at it. Never did they expect war from one of their own however.

The PeFauna royal guards were quick to take charge, commanding the nearly legion of stormtroopers that had stood on the four story bridge.

Six of them - an uncanny number - had taken up position here, ordered to guard this bridge with their lives and then some if need be.

As the stormtroopers attempted to advance on the hundred or so traitors, visibility became limited, and they switched to their heat seeking spectrum, painting the enemy forces like colorful targets.

The mighty weapons of the PeFauna ignited with a minute snap-hiss that resembled the kind that jedi's lightsabers gave off in combat.

The battle went on in full.



Nariek winced with emotional pain as he squeezed the trigger, blasting away at the figure in front of him. He could hear the other's screams, crying out at the lack of mercy shown.

Tears streaked the young man's cheeks as he pushed forward, his squad moving in around him, taking up positions to try and hold off the treacherous forces.

He heard off in the distance the snap-hiss of one of the PeFauna, and he pitied the fool who had gotten in his way.

He turned to watch, seeing three shots bounce off the guard's protective armor, before the "light-axe" came down to cut open the man's chest.

The battle raged, and he advanced as the distress signal was sent to Despayre Port Authority.



The mines were activated, the shields were turned on over Despayre, and the controls were turned over from the bridge to the Port Authority, a slave circuit that had been installed in the flagship of the Jutraalian Empire.

With a suddeness born of intense training, the Rodians levelled their weapons on the ships crew in each vital part of the ship. In the bowels of that ship, a ship bourne out of a destructive desire, lay something that was nearly as foul as the creature that was this ships master. Lupercus and his Cenobites stood, a grim smile on Lupercus' face as the men surrounding the Cenobites looking on with terror.

"The ship has been seized. Shut down all power to the engines. Your ship is now beyond your control."

Those words were repeated everywhere on the ship, a Hapan Sith speaking them as his Rodian entourage stood menacingly, their blasters lowered on each crew member. When the head engineer of the engineroom refused to shut the power off from the engines, he was eviscerated, his blood drenching the walls of the engine room and his coworkers alike. With finality bred of fear, the crew shut the engines down, cutting off its supply.

"Angelique? Get the spiders working..."

The Cenobite nodded as Lupercus spoke, walking off with 5 Humanoids in tow. Shadowing them were a number of Defel, the spiders guards. The men were slicers whos goal was to block out the slaving systems of the Jutraalian Port Authority. And they were the best available, lured by the intense wealth of a rainbow gem each. No other employer was as generous as Lupercus, so long as they did what they were told. Within minutes they were begining their work.

"Inform the admiral that we are ready and that all is moving to plan."

As he spoke, his plans began to deviate from that of his employer. His Rodians begun to set high explosive charges across all the ships vital areas, their anti-tampering mechanisms meaning that without the Rodians, this ship would be destroyed from the inside.