They walked foward, back down the arm toward the shoulder. At the shoulder Marcus grabbed the top of the ear, and hoisted himself up, and then up onto the head. Kas could hear him scrambeling down the other side of the head, then he heard him call. "Look around the back of the head Pu'ti." Kas stepped foward, and hesatantly looked around. He could see Marcus's head and upper torso leaning over the back. His eyes followed Marcus's down, to the center of the neck. There, in as broad day as you could ever see, was a long raised lump that ran down to the stone garment that the statue was wearing. Kas's eyes stayed frozen to the spot, staring into nothing, looking at the scar, for it was a scar.

<font color=red>Yes, it truly is you. The face, the same hair, the same shard, the same build, and now... the same scar. The spine splitting scar that made you what you are. You can't escape your destiny Katta, it is here to stay.</font>

I can, I will. Leave me alooooooone!!!

Kas staggarred backwards, clutching his head. His world was falling apart all around him, the world he had worked so hard to sustain, to build. The days where he had forced himself to work almost to colapse in order to keep from thinking about a blank memory, the <font color=red>fictious world</font> that he had built. He wouldn't accept it,

He

Had

To

Leave ... THIS ... PLACE! "PU'TI!"

Spinning, twisting, falling. The back of the statue head begins to fill out, and gets smaller. Marcus comes into view, his face streached in an eternal shout.
Slowly twisting
falling


falling

slower and

slower.

Fadding, Marcus's face getting darker.

<font color="grey">The day dawned bright and clear, the trees hummed with the wind, and the birds chirped. Pu'ti walked through the meadow, his shard clipped to his belt, and his garment fluttering about him. It was a good day to be alive, and a good day for a walk.
Ahh.. To be away for just a little while. It is the most refreshing thought and action that Pu'ti had ever taken. He smiled, and began his walk away from the small cottage that he had been spending his vacation in. His stride was long, the wind breezed warmly beside him, and the flowers emitted their wonderful fragrance for all the world to smell.
Pu'ti's stride was brisk, and he began to warm his body up. Down the golden graveled path he went, through the meadows, up the rolling hills with their tall unmowed hay, and wildflowers growing, blossoming, and singing in the breeze. At the top of one hill he paused, and looked ahead. His hand shaded his eyes from his hair, and he gazed forward at the endless meadows and the also endless path that he was following. But, why follow the paved path? Why not take an unmarked road, and simply roam through the fields. The suggestion caught in his mind, and he took it gleefully.
Turning left off of the path Pu'ti walked a brisk walk, breathing deeply of the summer air, and of the flowers fragrance. Mile after mile, hour after hour, field after field, from oats to grain to clover to flowers he walked. The day was wonderful, and he loved every minute of it. Finally exhausted he collapsed on a pile of hay next to a stone fence. Oh the feeling of simply enjoying your self away from all the wars and trials that the rest of the galaxy seemed to be having. Pu'ti felt great.</font>



Marcus's face frozen

stopped shrinking

the life line
in perpetual momentum

also seemed to slow



<font color="red">See how you began, Pu'ti. The first speaks, the first has awoken.</font>


<Font color="#6892AA">An attempt to kill yourself is unexpected new one...
It is against all the rules...
The laws...
The instinct...
Why would you kill yourself when the lives of countless thousands rests upon your shoulders? There are more Mar'hute than you may think, the ones you have seen are only the strongest, and the most loyal.

Because of your desire I have been awoken... And I will tell you of your past, so that you may see your destiny, and save yourself</font>

<font color="grey">Ahhh... the breeze sang through the air, and Pu'ti hummed along with it. Along the breeze came another noise, one like a throb, a heart tearing throb. Pu'ti stood, and turned. Directly behind him stood a figure, and from it emanated the throb. The figure was black, all black, and a hood was flung over his head. His eyes, un-seeable. His face, un-discernible. His breath, foul.
His hands moved forward, and fire sprang from his shard, his blade of fire. The air around it rolled back in heat, and Pu'ti felt it wash over himself.
He pulled his shard out, and ignited it with a thought. The transparent blade crystallized the air around it, and the fire blade throbbed even deeper than before.

The shadow, he swings left

Pu'ti, he brings his saber up, vertical to block.

contact

The connection of fire and ice is violent, the air around the two explodes, a shock wave detonates in all directions, leveling the meadow for meters around.

break, swing

Pu'ti blocks the down stroke, and counters with an uppercut, two shockwaves fly out. The light emitted from the blades is blinding. The eternal struggle of light and darkness, cold and heat, fire and water is eternal, and blinding.

The blades bind for a moment, and the Shadow attacks with his mind. Pu'ti fly's back several feet, and rolls down the side of the hill, his shard lost. The shadow leaps after him, their blades unlocking, and Pu'ti's shard falling to the ground. The shadow lands behind Pu'ti, and raises his blade.

The situation is desperate. Pu'ti rolls out of the way of the first blow, and the Shadow's blade ignites the meadow, crystallizing the dirt around his cut. Pu'ti calls his shard, and it obeys.
From the top of the hill it rises, accelerating quickly, coming to it's masters call. The shadow swings again, this blow takes off half of Pu'ti's flowing garment, leaving him with a flaming half-shirt. The shard accelerates faster, nearing his master. The Shadow swings again, his blade strikes only hair, passing over Pu'ti's crouched form. The shard accelerates, only a few meters away from his masters hand.
Pu'ti turns, his hand outstretched for his weapon, his companion, his shard. His back is turned to the Shadow, and to the down cut that is coming.

The blade is halfway through the second vertebrae when the pain registers in Pu'ti's brain. It hits the seventh vertebrae in a nano second, all the while severing bone and flesh, and spinal cord. Pu'ti's face slowly changes to that of pain, and the tenth vertebrae is severed. Pu'ti falls, and the blade cuts through the fifteenth, eighteenth, and twenty second. Pu'ti hits the ground, the pain beginning to register, the blood beginning to pour.
The Shadow stands over his enemy, his blade in his hand. You can almost see him smirk, almost.

But it is not yet over. Pu'ti's shard still accelerates, for his masters call has not changed. But there is no master to grab it, so it continues. The Shadow looks up, and sees his doom, for there is nothing he can do. The shard penetrates the shadow's head right in the center, and bairly even slows down. Right through, and out the other side. The shadow crumples to the ground, his blade dying.

The shard turns, for it senses his master in pain. It falls next to his master.

From two fields away a farm boy stands. He understands not. One man lay's in one of their hay piles, and soon another appears. They fight, and he felt the blast of their sabers connecting. One falls down, and try's to escape, and is wounded, The other falls for no reason.

"Father! Come quickly!"

The farm boy begins his run to the scene.

But he is a long way away.

And the life of Pu'ti is swiftly slipping, as he lay's with his spine splite from top to bottom. Blood begins to pool.</font>

"Take it back, I don't need it. Foo."

Tobal Hadul, tall in the karump saddle as he was standing, strode through the spaceport.
He had a simple mission, and he was going to fulfill it as quickly as possible. Kill the Vinda Corporation admiral quietly and as fast as he could. It wouldn't be hard, these navy type were always soft and submissive when out of their element.

"Sir, Sir! Quality Vadelhiem oar rocks. Very valuable!"
"High quality Vandelhiem ....."

He left the catcalls and venders behind, and waved for a taxi.

THe lines of hyper space fade into the back round as the Nubulan B-2 frigate comes out of hyper space. The planet that they came to was obscure. Nothing was at all out standing about it except for what vonta sensed there. An ancient force prescence. One that she was driven to seek out.

She stood out on the bridge of her ship. The holographic figure of Saber appears before her. Saber was dressed in a royal styled dress and her hair up in an elaborate setting. The ships computer was joined by the android counter part Strike. The holograms twin in the "flesh".

"Strike, your with me today." she was insistent that no one else go with her. For some reason it seemed appropriate that no one else go with her.

Closeing her eyes vonta reaches out into the force to feel the source that brought her to this little planet. The force shined like a beakon on the planet. As if the power here could split the dimensional barrier itself.

Choseing her Yt-1300 the pair set off for the planet side. Vonta prepairing herself for any thing.

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(Planet side)

The Android saber stood at the helm of the small freighter. Vonta was in the back meditating the whole flight. Logic was Sabers domain. Although she possessed a advanced positronic neural net she was little closer to under standing the ways of organics. Especially her captain.

The captain was an inventer extrodinair. But at the same time she was obsessed with finding the ancient force cults that existed before the comeing of the empire. She started with the Jedi order where she learned to master the forces of the unseen power that exists in the universe that is refered to as the force. The droid was not sure what it was but she saw her captain do more things that should not be posible for and organic to do to discount it completely.

Reading minds casting illusions that seem quite effective, passing through walls, blocking blaster bolts with either her bare hands or a stick. even absorbing raw energy. All mysterious phenomenon. And now she had a crew of them to deal with. A curious proposition. All these different force users in the same place.

Now they were on a mission that would most likely lead them to another of these force cults. The whole time she had to prepare her circuts. For she needed to expect the unexpected. It would be the only way she would survive in one piece.

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WIth a whirr and a hum the draw bridge was laid to ground. Off the RAmp came three figures a woman in a jeidi robe Jensaarai feathered chest plate, combat boots, and republic army pants with a blaster on one hip a light saber on the other and a wooden sword straped two her back. Vonta Horn was followed by a single R5 unit and a dark haired woman.

The three walked through the port with immpunity. Many of the men stoped and stared. These women were new to the planet and new women were hard to come by around there. ESpecially one as strikeing as the second dark haired stranger.

Vonta was still reaching out. Following the force scent. It felt old. Not old in the sense that it was a old teaching. But literally old. Ancient in fact. She stood completely still. Letting her esscence do the searching for her. She felt all the plants and animals. And the throbbing pulseing force signature that drew her here. Over the entire land scape she searched finding absolutely nothing. The place that held the largest concentration. Felt like an aura. Not the source.

The trio rent a speeder for credits. Vonta giving the directions while Strike drove. Traveling until they reached the area in question. The air was thick with the force. She could almost reach out and touch it.

"It is here." She says out loud. The area is deserted. She feels about the area. A small rock face catches vontas attention. "R5 scan that rock face and give me a topigraphical map of it."

The little droid does so and a 3D image is presented.

Strike is the first to speak. " Disect on the by lines, Shift grid by 174.3 degrees, and focus on grid 74.34/23.65."

She points with her hand. "There precise lines. Perfectly strait in a rock formation. The rock face was cut with a precision cutting apparatus of some kind and reset."

Vonta Stood. "So there is some thing there. Time to see what it is."

She moves to the rock face and becomes semi-tranparent passing through the rock face itself. She walked through it for 14 meters the rock was massive more then anout to stop any passive scans for it's existance. She enters into total darkness. She pulls her light saber. Activating it for light. The siver blade showed that she was at the begining of a long tunnel. "Strike all clear, I well try and get the two of you through..." She puases, the force was quiet, two quiet. As if some one were masking a force signature too well. She turned in the direction that the force blank cam up and at that same moment she was slamed by a massive force push into the rock face. There was no time for a defense.

He rbody topples to the ground with a loud thud. her light saber still activated embeds itself in the stone. giveing her enough light to see the boots of her assaulents before a second blow to the head laid her done for the count.

(OOC) The following, as well as my last post, all happen inside Kas's head. In real planet time it would be instantaneous, so don't count it into the RP's natural time flow.

Kas can almost feel the pain of the split going up his own spine. Darkness reigns all about him, and he sees nothing. Slowly, the darkness is lifted. All around him is convoluted...



<font color="gray">The pain is great, as is the sound. He cannot move, nor can he see. His mind is muddled, and the pain sears through his mind. Darkness.

"Keep him steady, hold him, hold him."

The two farmers kneel over the body of the young man, working frantically to stop the blood flow. They stuff strips of their shirts into the body length split in his back, and then wrap more strips around his chest, and pull. They are rewarded with a slow in the blood flow. Two women come running down the knoll top carrying a long board. They come up to the body and lay the board beside him. Working together the four roll the body over, and strap it down on the board. Then, they lift and carry it off with smooth quick strides.

They soon are out of site, and the knoll where the fight took place is silent. But not still.
For in their haste to leave with the young man, they had forgotten the boy who had first seen the fight. This young boy stood and watched the entire first aid operation with interest.

As the four people were jogging off, he surveyed the area again. His bright young eyes looking over the battle scene, recreating it in his mind. He slowly began to move, imitating the moves that the two men had made. He came down the hill, to the spot where the young one had been struck down. His hands raised, and lowered as he made a "phkhww" sound.

Kneeling close to the darkman's side, he gazed at the faceless hood, and the saber the hands still clutched. His young mind began to work, and his hands slid down to the saber.

Visions of grander swept his mind as he took the cylinder. He looked it over, and began to examine it.

- - - - - - - -

The young man wasn't doing well at all. His blood rate had dropped, and the doctor began to wonder if he would make it.

In Pu'ti's mind the battle had begun. The dark figure had been vanqueshed, for he had heard his shard do it's duty. But the pain, the lack of feeling, and the weakness. He felt his life slipping, slowly, like cold oil. His mind was muddled, began to show pictures. Or rather, a picture. Of his bride to be.
Her blond hair, beautiful eyes. Her wonderful mind, always active.

It was then that he determined not to die, for he would do a great injustice not to live on, and love.

He began to slip into himself, and into the force. His mind went over the teachings of his masters, and he took them to the next level. Down, into a self induced force imbued coma so deep that his heart slowed to one beat per minute. The one thing that did not change, was his healing rate.
As he slipped, he found energy to send out a short message to the farmers wife.</font>

pormi flower

- - - - - - - -

<Font color="#6892AA"> That is how we became Katta. Your mind, lived in by many people. We determined not to die that day. We slid into a coma so deep that it took over three months to come out of it. The farmers wife used what little pormi flower that was available to treat the wound, and that healed well.

We cannot die by natural aging, the reason is unclear as to that. But unnatural deaths will do us in. You, Katta, are the last of the breed. Your never ending life will only be passed on to the one you wed, and your children. That too cannot be explained.

You must understand. You cannot kill yourself. It is not natural, and should not be done. Your life is not your own, it belongs to the inhabitancy of this planet, the Mar'hute. They live off of your aura, it is like air to them. They can go without it for many years, but they need it to survive. And the miners, they are unwittingly destroying this planet. You must stop them from doing so.

Don't do it....

please...</font>

Revision, change, time begins to expand; Marcus's face comes into view. He is calling something out, his hand outstretched. And he is getting smaller.
Time snap, falling.

Kas can feel the air rushing about him, and he sees the waist of the statue pass him by. He strains, and twists, and now he sees the floor coming up at him very fast. NO
The cry comes out loud, and firm. With both hands outstretched, he freezes in mid air. Five meters up off of the stone, he stopps. Laying in a spread eagle form, he gapes. And begins to remember his past even more.

So, if I ...

He focus', and begins to descend. Slowly, but surly he stands vertical, and lands on the stone behind the statue softly. Looking up, he sees Marcus' face faintly over the arch of the shoulders. Almost without thinking Kas began to rise. His hands lay against his side, and he moved up the side of the statue with ease, almost like he was in a turbo-lift. To the top, and over, to land at the side of Marcus. Kas turned, and holding out his hand, he speaks.

It's ok Marcus, I won't do that again. I remember now.

(OOC Now He's back to Vonta's time. If C4 and Zed9 could meet up with Seth when he comes,{if he comes} that'd be great.)

Gah. The monotony of it. Sitting, standing. The Mar'hute door guard stood leaned against the wall, his heavy boots crossed on the floor. No one was ever going to enter by this door again. And he doubted if anyone could open it if they wanted to. At a full 15 meters deep, and over 25 meters tall by 50 meters wide it would take more than one Mar'hute to move it. He chuckled. There was a good joke in there, and he had all the time in the world to dig it out.

He took a deep breath, and lifted a rock with his mind again. To him this power was like breathing. All the Mar'hute had it, in one way or another. His talent was more along the lines of being brutal, and of that of raw power. He had been practicing picking up small objects for weeks now, and he was just getting used to it.

Then he felt something. It was strange, yet somehow … familiar. It was definitely the presence of a living being outside. He quickly masked himself, visually as well as mentally, as his master had taught him. He probed deeper, and could almost hear the being speaking. But to whom? The being seemed to be somehow... like it belonged here. Not quite, but almost. He thought about it, but then decided to just watch, and leave the thinking to his master.

The being moved about some, then began to walk towards him. He couldn't believe it, but it was most certainly walking <!--EZCODE UNDERLINE START-->through<!--EZCODE UNDERLINE END--> the door! The guard crouched in the deep inky black shadow that was the passage way. He began to attune his eyes even finer to the darkness, trying to peer through the stone, to catch a glimpse of the being. It took a few seconds, and then the figure appeared. It was too dark to tell what it was, but it was most definitely <!--EZCODE UNDERLINE START-->not<!--EZCODE UNDERLINE END--> a Mar'hute. The being ignited a light of some sort, and from the light it cast he saw that it was a female. But this was no time for thinking, he needed to act. The female turned toward him, as though she could see him. Her eyes probbed where he stood, and even though he knew she couldn't see him, it still induced a panicky feeling in him. He then used his greatest defense, brute strength.

He pushed.

She flew back, slamming against the stone wall. Her light twisted in her hand, and stabbed into the ground.

He quickly walked up, and, this time using his body, gave her another hit along side the head. She slumped.

He leaned over, and grabbed her by the waist. With a grunt he hoisted her up and over her shoulder. He grabbed her light also, and flicked it off in the same manner that he had noticed her turn it on. Then, he turned, and began to jog down the passage way, toward the Mar'hute complex.

If the guard had been smart he might have thought about leaving the main door unguarded, especially after someone had just walked through the wall. Also, if he had been smart, he would have noticed the large section of glowing hot stone. Where the females "light" had pierced. But no one who had been accused of being smart had ever, <!--EZCODE UNDERLINE START-->ever<!--EZCODE UNDERLINE END--> been sent to guard the main door.

Out side the Stone wall Saber stood. Her contact with vonta was immediately cut off in mid sentence. The last thing that she heard before the com link went down was a thumping sound. As if a body had hit the floor.

"Vonta? Capatain, respond!" She waited no response."Captain Horn!!!?"

The R5 unit beside her made a plantitive whine. He was worried about his friend.

"No response." She said out lloud not really talking to the droid.

The droid wheeled backwards. That his front wheel pointed directly at the Android. "Whee bee Doo de. Bo Be DEE!!"

"No of course we well not leave her behind you bucket of bolts." the little cylindrical droid made a wee to respond to the insult and through a few of his own profanitys at her.

Saber just ignores it. "Unit Saber to Base. Strike I have no time to talk. Mobilize a team to get planet side. Vonta has lost contact with me. Presume that she has been taken by hostiles. Lock on my current corrordinates: Saber out."

The droid turned to the rock face. It was thick. Very thick. and would take time to get through. The rock went down directly under ground for several hundered meters. Well then she would have to do this the hard way.

Pulling of her left glove she reveals a hand that is totally mechanical. Her normal Sythadroid hand minus a "skin".
The hand was made of a heavy metal one that would resist rock easiealy. With a gesture a nine inch Vibro-blade extends ffrom her wriste. She cuts into the rock face With the blade. Makeing several holes. She places several small charges in place.

A explosion rocks the rock face. The charges blow a small crevice in the rock. A meter in circumference and about two feet in. She moves to set another as R5 begins yelling at her about how they should wait for assistance.

Kas stood on the palm of the statue, with Marcus beside him. He looked out upon the gallery, it's size still astounding him. He slowly closed his eyes, and began to breathe deep and slow. He concentrated, forcing himself to remember. He plunged into the depths of his memory, and at the same time into the force. For it was the force that he wielded now, he knew that. He had felt that same homey feeling every time he had been near a Jedi. The same feeling he felt now.
Deep into the force he delved the colors and feelings swirling about him creating a tornado of power. Smaller and small he seemed to get, as all around him was a swirl. The gallery faded away, and black came again. But this time it was different, this time he was in control.

His mind seemed to float away from his body, and he saw it hanging in the black. Then slowly but surly color began to emanate from the body. First was a topaz strand. It flew out, and joined the tornado surrounding Kas. Then a dark blue, and a green. Both also joined. More and more swiftly the colors came out, and the tornado grew greater. Darkness no longer was visible, for all was color. Bright blinding color. Every color ever seen by any being stormed in a violent gust around his body. The storm extended from everywhere, yet originated from no where.
It seemed to come from all things, concentrating it's self on Kas. Round and round, harder and harder it flew. Taller and taller the calm center grew. The color grew brighter, and more incredible every moment.
And at the center of it all stood Kas. His arms outstretched, and his head back. His eyes were closed, but at the same time he was able to see his body. But it all made sense to him now.

Then, at the apex of the storm, came a compression. The color and violence began to squeeze together, smaller and smaller. It tightened around his body. Faster and faster until all the color blended into pure unadulterated light. Light so bright it would blind, if anyone could see it. The light was pure force energy, tighter and tighter, smaller and smaller. Soon even Kas's separated mind could not see his body, and the ball grew even tighter.

And it vanished. Gone.

The darkness was everywhere, and nowhere. For in the cenger of it all stood Kas, the light gone. His mind returned to him, and he found himself kneeling on the palm of the statue, gasping for breath. And now he truly remembered everything. The countless millennium of years he had lived, the toil, the hardship, the pain. And the pleasure; the enjoyment. It all flooded back to him now. The voices that had once scared him in his dreams, and had just spoken to him about his past were gone, for they were now melded back into his mind. He was whole, and tired.

Marcus kneeled beside him, and grasped Kas's shoulders. "Come master, come with me. What you just did will have been felt by every force user for many systems beyond. We will soon be overwhelmed by strangers, and we must prepare for it. Please, come with me."

Obligingly, Kas rose. Leaning on Marcus for support they walked to the shoulder of the statue. And just when Kas was wondering how they were going to get down, the began to float down. Looking below him he saw the reason. Twenty Mar'hute were in a circle, hands raised as they guided the two down to the floor.

The moment they touched down Marcus again spoke. "Come, I will..." <!--EZCODE BOLD START--> woom<!--EZCODE BOLD END-->

The party of twenty two stood still, listening.

But only momentarily "The main door!" Marcus called. "Quick, call up the guards. Send three to help the door guard. Prepare a rear flanking party. You two." He pointed at two of the largest men, "Guard the Pu'ti, see that he comes to no harm." Turning, Marcus bowed. "I am so sorry sir, but I know that you will not wish to rest now. And it would be best if you didn't. It appears we are already under attack."

He paused, turned, and began to stride off down the gallery. Almost as if he had known where they would come from, he fell in line with the three lines of Mar'hute men who stormed out of hidden doors in the gallery walls. As he moved down the gallery, he gave directions, and the three lines split up, going three different directions. Marcus stayed with the center body, which headed down what appeared to be the main entrance way to the gallery.

Kas had nodded his head when Marcus had finished speaking to him, and he now leaned slightly on one of the two Mar'hute men who had stayed to guard him. His strength was coming back to him now, and he felt that he could concentrate. Closing his eyes, he pushed ahead of the Mar'hute defenders easily, his mind seeking out the source of the explosion. He found it in less than a second, even though they were almost a mile away. Two droids. One of them was humanoid, and was stepping back. It pressed a button. <!--EZCODE BOLD START--> woom<!--EZCODE BOLD END--> He saw a large section of the main door vaporize, and the droid step forward again. But what would make a droid to such a thing?

Ah...

There.

A force signature, a weak one, but a signature none the less. The owner was out, the reason it was weak. It must be the door guard who was carrying ... <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> her<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->. How had she gotten through the door? His mind whirred, and he began to think.
Kas's eyes opened, and he straightened himself up. Turning to one of the guards, he spoke.

"You had better get someone to fetch a chair for me, we are about to receive a few guests. Prepare two chairs for them as well. I wish them to be here, under the statue."

The two droids were at a lose for leads. The Force dectector that C4 had built into his frame was not picking any thing up. No matter were they went to on planet. C4 was begining to think that this was a waste of time and Zed was inclined to believe him. But just as suddenly the Force signature spiked.

They had a definitive direction to head to. Out of the blue another signal was picked up. The one set specifically to Vonta's ship the saber spike. A Droid Saber was reporting that vonta was in danger.

C4 turned to his two compatriots. "For vonta to have been taken out they must me force users."

Zed nodded. "Aggreed. Helping vonta takes priority for now. The coorordinates are not far away."

"Good." C4 stoped and made a silent communique to the StarSaber class Freighter that was sitting in port. The ship was put on auto pilot and set to meet them at those coordinates that Saber supplied.

"Our ride well meet us there." The Two blast off in the Speeder. C4 amps up the eingines to maximum out put. The G forces would have been unbearable for most sentients but as droids they were immune and injoyed the ride.

- - - - - -

The small speeder arrives at the rock face in question in minutes. The trio of droids exits tlhe ship only to be greeted by a young woman crawling out of a narrow foxhole in the rock face. At the push of a button the tunnel filled with smoke. Zed on second glance noticed a mechanical hand with a blade extending from it.

"Saber I presume." He cuaght her slightly off guard. For a moment she was expecting her ship mates no doubt. "Have no fear we picked up the message to you ship we are here to help. Vonta is our designer as well."

C4 looked at him for a moment as if admonishing him. "Well mostly." C4's upgraded body was designed by him allone. But vonta did give him the chance to be come a sentient poisitronic droid when he was first activated. For that he owed her. The droid algamation of Emperial Battle droid technology and Vong Bio-organic cyberbetically altered armor and weapons steped forward.

"Fine the two of you can help. But I need to finish this tunnel through the rock face." She tells them.

"You have not made much progress." He states.

The Synthadroid makes a insulted look. "I have no idea how fat I well have to go to get through. The tunnel extendes 10 meters now but I am almost out of explosives."

Zed steped in now. "So all that we need is to dig out a hole. COrrect?"

Saber gave him a nod.

"Well then no problem." he turned to his Dog like counter part droid K7-9. "Understand what to do. I need you to dig the hole out for us."

The dog barked in understanding. His mind was designed more like a dogs but his facultys were advanced enough that he understood what he was told. The Quadraped droid dives into the hole. The droid had room to spare in the tunnel. Extending his razor sharp toe claws he begins to borogh into the tunnel. Vibro claws ripping apart the rock like it was dirt.

The entrance was a gyser of dust and rock pubbles. The explosions being replaced but a stratching of claws.