Hanix looks over to Alex. The padawan was quick to pull out his lightsaber. Hanix took his out slowly and ignited it, the red beam coming out with it's usual sound. Hanix looked over to his brother and smiled. He was ready to take back what was his and he wouldn't stop until he did so.

Hanix: Mandrake, I will get what is mine. You stand no chance against me, let alone me and this padawan.

Hanix waits for Mandrake to make the first move. He was hoping that Alex wouldn't be as quick to attack as he was to pull out his lightsaber. Hanix watched both Alex and Mandrake, waiting for one of them to make the first move.

Malice's danger senses alerted him of the grenade. With speed only the force could muster, Malice jumped backwards. Creating a force shield infront of him as the shockwave of the blast hit him. Malice fell into the snow. Doing a backwards roll, he stood once more.

Relativly unharmed by the device, The demon sith grinned under his mask. Through the force he contacted Diete.

(Let me play with him priest. I want to test the power of the jedi)

Malice stood awaiting an answer. The overlord was not worried in the slightest about the jedi all else around him. His dark brethren would handle them.

Syndells purple blade rested mere inches from his throat. The heat pouring from the saber singing his facial hair.

"Your are a most foolish one arent you. Thinking you can attack us and get away with it. Shame on you"

Her soft, melodic voice was nerly hypnotizing. The sith mistress pointed to the controls.

"Take us to Khar Shian now. I wish to give you as a present to my brother. He will be most pleased"

She moved her saber closer to his neck. As well as taking her second one and putting it right up against his back. Her thumb on the switch to turn it on. Should he try anything, her second saber would ignite and go right through his body.

Through the entire ordeal, Gavv was at a loss for words. He remained silent, only nodding or shaking his head when asked a question, or given a command. He found it easy, very easy in fact, to hide his force presence. It was like he was absorbed by himself, his entire force energy consumed and hidden, unable to be sensed.

He stood behind Lord Chaos, and when the walked, trailed only a few feet behind him. He had yet to absorb the entirety of the situation, and his uneasiness could be seen in his eyes.

The High Priest shrugged, turning away from the Jedi.

"Do with him what you will, Overlord Malice."

That said, his form seemed to melt into the shadows as he walked away, utterly vanishing from sight and mind's eye.

"Foolish? Perhaps. Stupid? No. Khar Shian? As you wish," he said, his hand dancing over the controls again.

In a few moments they had entered hyperspace. He relaxed, despite the purple blade that hovered very near to his neck.

"Relax, we'll be there in just a minute," He said as he placed his arms behind his head, being careful as to not get then cut off by the blade. He leaned his head back and staired at her face. It was the same person he saw at the ship.

"Well, how is everything? Comfy? Myself, I'm rather cramped," he said, pointing towards the blade with one of his hands.

There was a couple of beeps as they came out of hyperspace. He began to press a few buttons.

"Where to then?"

Khar Shian

Kale heard what he thought was Luis hopping onto his ramp. He wasn't positive, but he quickly realized that he was a sitting duck. Kale flipped the switch to raise the ramp, pulling his ship up, and turning it away from the cloning facility as he gained altitude. He realized quickly that there were no surface-to-air weapons, and decided to get a little reckless.

Kale turned the ship up on its side, and saw almost immediately the hole in the ceiling of the facility from the baradium explosion. Bringing the Overlord in, Kale flipped his weapons over to missiles, and took aim. Centering on the hole, Kale fired two concussion missiles. He lost sight of each as they went under the lip of the roof, but the explosion came quickly. He had aimed for what he believed to be the corner of the room where the remaining cylinders were, letting the Force choose his target. With hope, no more clones would be made any time soon.

Almost as quickly as Kale began to smile, a large number of red dots appeared on his heads-up display. Keeping his course and heading due west, Kale hoped that his luck hadn't run out.

"Luis, are you back there?"

Another time priest......he said , as the hideous creature vanished into the very eye of the storm. Turning, Odon appraised the creature in front of him, a man with long flowing white hair, mask and immaculate robes which matched the snow.

I will give you the same choice.....leave now and be spared....stay......and I will defend the force with all my strength. The choice is yours.

Khar Delba

Darth Baruk nodded at Lord Chaos but he was again by himself.
He ran out of the hangar. Striken bodies of Massassi, droids, Jedi, and Sith laid upon the wasteland of Khar Delba. Running across the razor sharp rocks, he ran into a small spaceyard where many Sith Recruits were fleeing. He made his way up the stairs and observed the hustle and bustle. Alarms rang in the background, drowning out the immense noise and chaos going on.
Sith, why are you fleeing? Follow me we will defeat the Jedi! Follow me to Victory!
He raised up his right hand, holding his lightsaber in it. The Sith stopped what they were doing, rallying around Baruk's cause.

Death to the Jedi! Death to the Jedi!

Baruk then made ready to run out with the recruits when he noticed one person in particular who did not hear his call. He entered his Tie-Defender in a hurry gathering his things.

Oh, no you don't Silmarillion, I will kill you!

He gathered the force in his legs, propelling him through the air. He landed atop the Tie, rocking it around like an earthquake. He left a crater in the metal, a everlasting mark of Baruk.

Darth Silmarillion, why are you leaving you coward? You will die for your arrogance!

Using the Force, he pulled Sil out of the Tie, throwing him to the ground. Baruk jumped off the Tie onto the ground. He popped his neck and used the Force-Grip to hold him in mid-air. Sil held his hands over the invisible grip, trying in vain to release the hold. He whezed and coughed, blood ran through his ears, mouth, eyes, and nose, marking the ground with the heresy.
Your Heresy is being judged, and you are found guilty. Your punishment is death!

Noooooooooo!

He released Sil of his hold and he fell to his knees. He gasped and reached for air. Baruk pulled his lightsaber from his black and red tunic, Snap,Crackle,Hiss
Goodbye... He swung for his head and it went through his neck.
The head of Darth Silmarillion rolled in front of Baruk. He picked up the head and observed the crazy tattoos.
Hmm, Lord Chaos might want this head.
He turned to the Recruits and looked into there eyes. They got the messge of what happened to cowards.

Let's go! To Victory!
He ran down the stairs unto the desolate plain of the planet.
He ran towards the cloning facility, knowing that was a strategic point of interest of Jedi.

Tobal landed in the sludge at the bottom of their exit hole with a splash, his hands having slipped on the grapple gun from the blood. With a silent growel to himself, he attempted to clean his hands on his equally dirty robe, but was unable to locate a decently blood-free location to do so.

“Do you see my bow Mat?” he asked, glancing around.

“Yeah, here.” Replied his friend, handing him his weapon. “I almost landed on it coming down.”

Muttering a hasty thank-you, Tobal slipped the strap over his back and adjusted the weapon and its quiver.

“Lets get out of here, those dets will go off any minute.” Said Mat as he started to walk off.

“You got the wires crossed, and the deadbolt put on, right?”

“Yeah.” Replied the walking Mat. “I got it. C’mon.”


The two companions moved out, their pace a steady trot as opposed to their entrance speed of a slow walk. The sludge sloshed all around as they walked, soaking every bit of formally dry clothing they possessed. If not for the therma-suits they wore underneath, they would surly have frozen from the combination of cold sewer water and cold air. As Tobal caught up with Mat, he quickly put his hands out and wiped them on his friends back, removing the blood much to the chagrin of the other man.

“That is disgust…” started Mat, before both men stopped, and stood as if listening.


"Two Jedi have entered the sewer... me and whatever Massassi I can gather will meet them at the end of the Sewer... when they get out... they will have a surprise waiting for them... Noktu out"


Mat cursed under his breath, discovery. Tobal glanced over, his gaze like that of a stone.

“We have the head start Mat, it will be all he can do to keep up. It is also obvious he is but a pupil, for us to have heard his message so easly…”

“Others may have heard as well.”

“There may be more than one on our trail, or more than one waiting for us at the exit.” Said Tobal, completing their combined train of thought.

He thought for a moment, trying to figure out what to do. They could go back, face this pupil and his Massassi guards then exit via a different rout. Or they could make their own exit. Or simply continue on. The choices did not present many bright options. Tobal told Mat of his three theories, expressing his preference to continue on.

“I agree.” Replied his friend.

“Then let us go...” Returned Tobal. “Wait…” he continued. “The detonators should have gone off by now.

“Yes, they should have gone off minutes ago.”

Someone had discovered their explosives, as well as having discovered them.

“Drop the deadbolt Mat, let’s go.”

The two broke into a dead run, with Mat pulling a small remote out of his pocket. Pushing a sequence of keys, he dropped the deadbolt he had installed with his modifications on the back of the cooler. With the bolt down, the power going into the coolant generator would short circuit, blowing the control boards and circuitry inside it. Not as permanent as the detonators, but back-up plans never were.

“Deadbolt dropped, Tobal. It should be shorting now.”


And they ran. Their cover broken, the two opened themselves to the force fully, allowing themselves to feel everything around them, allowing it to empower their legs to run faster than humanly possible.