Xireon instantly felt his lightsaber being grappled by invisible forces. He let go, spinning away from the blade sideways, hearing the tell-tale snap hiss as the dead-man's switch disengaged the weapon. Without flourish, he grasped a second blade from his belt, and, coming around in his spin, slashed down at Slavatio's leg.

The Jedi, overextended from both controlling the Sith's lightsaber and hurling yet more debris at Darth Neradia, was unable to dodge this strike. The acrid smell of burnt flesh wafted up from wound as the lightsaber bit into the Jedi Shadow's leg above the knee joint, cutting tendons and burning skin. "You were right, Slavatio; I do fight like my father. He also fights with two lightsabers."

As the Jedi began to crumble down, balance broken, Xireon brought his lightsaber around and began to strike again.

Twin blades of hard light energy bore to the air once more as the Jedi Shadow Master defended himself from the attack. The twisted science of the Sith had turned Slavatio into an inhuman creature, but it had given him some added skills aswell. Super human strength, for one, and an uncanny healing ability. Slowly, Slavatio rose, as the reactions in his leg began to take place. It healed, if slowly, as the battle continued. Slavatio was weakened. However, he was not down.

Lashing out, he continued the melee of blades and defended himself against the onslaught of his foe. Then it happened. As the Sith's blade bore down upon him, he twisted his left arm. Instead of striking the Jedi, as it would have, and cleaving his hand.. it struck the cortosis ore bracer upon his left forearm.

The blade of his foe sputtered and die, his own coming down in the same instant to slice through the Sith's knee aswell. To return to him the pain which he had dealt.

Xireon, still crouched from his strike, glared curiously at his lightsaber as it sputtered and died. He watched his opponent's blade slice down towards him, and dropped to the ground only a short distance from him, moving into a roll. The Sith wasn't quick enough to avoid the strike entirely, however, and the Jedi's lightsaber grazed painfully against his blue, scaley skin.

Finishing his roll over his other lightsaber, Xireon sprang back to his feet, both blades in hand. Both sprung once again to life. He glanced down at his wounded leg; between Slavatio's healing abilities and Xireon's speed, they'd been injured about the same.

Leaping again at Slavatio, Xireon slashed ferociously at the Jedi, his twin blades batting his opponent's in a blur of speed. Simultaneously, Xireon swept his leg around and aimed a kick at Slavatio's leg, striking the still partially-unhealed wound viciously. The thin, powerful muscles of the Wraith of the Blade's freakish form exerting enough force to cause the Jedi to stagger under the blow.

Slavatio staggered a bit, but continued to parry each of his foe's blows. Then, suddenly, his own leg rose and with superhuman power he struck the Sith Overlord center chest, sending him flying backwards into the dura-steel wall behind him. Disengaging his sabers, they seemed to find themselves back to their resting place without his aid.

His mind's eye watching all which surrounded him, he released a furious volley of Force Lightning at the downed Sith in an attempt to finish what he started. Lancing blue lightning flowed from his fingertips and towards the Sith Overlord with a furious speed and intensity.

The lightning lanced brutally into a defenseless Xireon, who twitched and sputtered under its assault. Finally, the onslaught ceased, with the Sith still on the ground, the sparks of lightning still flowing through his body.

But the sparks didn't cease to flow, even as the Sith unexpectedly staggered to his feet. The blue lightning leapt all through his body as he turned to once again face Slavatio. His eyes had once again begun to glow with rage and power. His collar, however, had fallen down -- to reveal a set of hiddeous, monstrous fangs.

Xireon roared with rage and, the lightning still sparking through him, rushed towards Slavatio. The electricity hurt, certainly; and that only added to Xireon's resolve and -- his body could more than contain the power of the energy.

The Sith's lightning-covered fist lanced out, striking Slavatio in the stomach with swiftness and force that were completely out-of-proportion for a man (if you could call him that) of corpse-like thinness. Slavatio, the massive Jedi of superhuman size, doubled over.

Xireon's fangs were still visible, and, in conjunction with his glowing white eyes, it gave him an appearance of insanity. He spread his arms, Slavatio still doubled over, the lightning still running through him, and released one last, defeaning and banshee-like scream. With the force of a hurricane, a blast emerged from Xireon's form, as if he were exploding with the force of a nuclear weapon. The lightning's power flowed through him in a fiery blaze that sent Slavatio flying back into the wall behind him, which he struck, breaking the durasteel to pieces.

More debris fell from the ceiling under the force of the blast. Light filled the room, but as the smoke and dust cleared, Xireon still stood there, seemingly unharmed, his fangs now gone. His two lightsabers returned to his hands, and he began to walk towards the crumpled form of Slavatio. "This ends now, Jedi. I tire of your games."

Khar Delba

The infiltrator exited hyperspace, and Silus immediately turned on the cloak. The ship soon disappeared from sight and sensors. Orbiting above the planet, as his gazed looked upon it, was the massive shipyard.

Time to get to work.

He moved the ship forward, as his fingers danced over the controls.

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He gazed at the massive ship that was under construction. The executer-class ship was very near to completion. The ship that was lended to him, as it floated in front of the bow, paled in comparison. He scanned it, searching for a place to land. He found it, and moved his ship even closer.

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The worker passed by, moving at a great pace. This would be the third time he was late. His boss would not be happy at this. He would lose yet another job. He stopped, turning towards the durasteel wall next to him.

He could have sworn he had just heard some kind of clunk as he had passed. He leaned his head against the steel, listening to something that sounded like clicking on the other side. He ran backwards as the steel seemed to be melting in front of him, as if a hole was burning through.

It grew, and the man just stared in horror and wonder as a figure popped out. He was silenced as a blade flew and struck his neck. Silus smiled at his luck.

He moved with speed as he put on the workers clothes. As he placed on the hat and dark glasses the man wore, he picked up the briefcase that lay near. He seemed exactly as the men who worked constantly to get the ship built and ready to fly. Silus left, walking down the corridor at a fast pace. When he judged he was far enough away and was alone, he pulled a small device resembling a datapad out of the briefcase. He pressed a few buttons, and then placed back to where it came. The ship unattached itself from the star destroyer's hull, and began to move away. About two minutes later, the hull exploded, and the body was sucked into space. Silus smiled, as multiple alarms sounded and security ran by him. He continued towards the core.

“This is it Mat,” said Tobal as he pulled to a stop beneath a rather large grating. “Up there.”

The two companions looked up, gazing at the slightly rusted grate, a sense of foreboding growing within them. The sewer lines had shrunk in size now, Tobal was bairly able to stand straight, and Mat with his taller stature was forced to bend over. The pipe continued from where they stood, no doubt to allow other rooms above them a place to drain excess fluid, and garbage.

“Tobal,” Whispered Mat, as he stood in the narrow confines of the tube above them, “I feel something terrible. The Sith are strong here, stronger than we anticipated. I fear someone is dying.”

“Yes.” Replied his friend.

“Is that all you ever say, yes?” Burst out Mat, angry at the seeming lack of responsiveness from the other.

“No. But there is nothing I can do about what we feel – it is beyond us. We must focus on our mission, not what may or may not be happening to others.” Replied Tobal calmly, as he readied his grapple.

Mat sighed, and pulled his grapple out as well. They both aimed for the tube next to the grate above them, and fired. With a brief sound of unwinding wire, the claws shot up and gripped into the tough tubing. Looking at his friend, Tobal nodded. They both ascended rapidly, the grapple guns pulling them up to their objective. The slimey walls of the narrow tube aided in their ascent, keeping the friction minimal by coating the backs of their clothing with slime.

Upon reaching the top of the tube, Tobal gave an experimental push to see if it was secured. To his supprise, the rating moved slightly. Looking to his companion with a mild expression of puzzlement, he gave a healthy push, heaving the grate up.

“They must throw dead clones down the tubes Tobal, it would be an inconvenience to have it wielded down.” Said his friend in a whisper as he aided him in resting the grate silently down on the floor above them.

“Yes.” Agreed Tobal. “You first Mat, look out for guards.”

Quickly Mat heaved himself over the top, his now very wet clothing making a squishy sound as he rolled across the floor and crouched. For a minute he stood silent, the darkness of the room reveling nothing to his eyes. Then, he waved a hand to Tobal in an all-clear signal.

Tobal placed his hands on the concrete above him, and shoved himself up, and over. He too rolled into a crouching position, before moving ahead. Neither made any sound as they crept though the dark room. Their training had tought them to move slowly, and to be sure of every step before committing their weight.

Malice snorted as he felt many massassi outside of the complex die. Their lifeforce instantly erased from the galaxy. Sensing further outwards, he knew who had done it.

*Diete*

He murmured under his breath. The demon overlord was not pleased with the priest killibng his warriors.

*Does he not understand that there is no point in having guards if he kills them. Thane, issue all Massassi just coming out of the tubes to be armed and sent outside. We shall leave no entrance unguarded. The pipes, garbage vents. Everything. I shall stay and watch the insides of this place. No jedi will ruin my plant*


Malice turned around and headed back in. He could feel the thousands upon thousands of massassi within the complex moving around at a fast pase. All in all there were around 300,000 massassi on Khar shian alone.

Getting on a comm link, Malice spoke to the transport ship operator.

*I want all ships heading to Khar Delba stopped. likewise all ships heading here to Khar shian are ordered to turn back immidiately. We have intruders and i do not want them to travel between Khar shian and Kahr delba on our ships. I will be sendings 100 massassi to guard the ships and the hanger*

With that said, Malice reached out with the force. Touching each and every massassi mind within the complex.

(My children listen to me. There are intruders here. They wish to destroy our home. Do not let them succeed. Guard every entrance and exit. Let none get away. If they feel funny and look suspicious. Kill them on sight)

Cutting off his connection, Malice now headed towards the generator. He knew that to shut down this whole complex there was only two ways. Either blow it all up. Or just destroy the single generator which kept things running.

Executor class destroyer

Syndell looked over data pads, holo maps, everything she needed to know about the destroyer was given to her. She had been given orders by the dark lord to oversee the production of this great vessel. A ship that could terrorize worlds just by the mere sight of it.

Dressed in a tight purple jump suit, Syndell always carried around her two purple lightsabers. There was never a time when she was not prepared for battle. And it seemed that she would need them now more then she expected.

An alarm, followed by blinking red lights alerted them to an intruder. Or at least an incident. A hull, had been blown off. Grabbing an officer by the shirt, the sith mistress had ordered droids to immediatly fix that. Hurrying along her way, she got on a comm. Alerting the entire crew and guards upon the destroyer.

"This is Syndell Draclau. Commander of this ship. There has been a breach. I am ordering all guards to be on high alert. As well as all crew. The building of this destroyer will not be stopped. See to it that every badge is checked. And a Retinal scan. If they do not match the ID as well as the person on their badge. They are too be killed on the spot"

Cutting off the comm link she then sent a comm to the main hangerbay on Khar Delba.

"I need 200,000 massassi sent to the executor class destroyer. Located in Hanger seven. There has been a breach. I am increasing security but we will need the massassi to sniff out the intruder. Syndell out"

Unclipping one of her lightsabers. Syndell now began a walk. She began to reach out with the force to see if she could first sense any force users. If not, then she would sense amongst the workers and all aboard the destroyer. Looking through the different emotions. From there she would be able to tell who does not belong.

A thought then rushed into her mind. Whoever was here was planning on destroying the ship. And a ship this size could be destroyed so easily. There was only one place to go to destroy an entire ship in one blow.

"I want all elite guards to head towards the core of the ship as well as the command deck. Let none pass until get there. There will be no mercy any who does not follow shall be killed by me personally"

With that she herself now headed for the core. Hiding her force presense, Syndell would try and catch the terrorist by surprise. Being that she knew every inch of this ship. Hopefully she would get there faster.

The blast from the sith came barreling towards Odon, seemingly blowing him to pieces, leaving the sith arrogant and confident of victory. Odon suffered some severe burns and was worse for the wear but with the force as his ally, he barely escaped the devastating blast.

He could still hear Yoda's voice, gruff and frog like, explaining the time it took to master such skills. Under imprisonment from Grand Admiral Thrawn for 20 years, Odon began to learn the techniques for dealing with many levels of pain. He now used that to block the pain of his wounds as he slowly got to his feet.

Much to learn you still have priest. I am no mere padawan and it is unwise to dismiss me as such. My family has destroyed your kind before.You see, a Jedi exhausts all possibilites, before trying to use force.

You my friend are an agent of evil and as such cannot be saved. Never again underestimate me or it will lead to the highest sacrifice on your part Now, let us truly begin this battle.

Odon used the force to enhance his quickness, leaping towards the sith, weapon ablaze and determined to win.