"With Pleasure" Shiryou hissed as he moved forward. Rushing up to one of the soilders Shiryou pressed his body against that of the tropper, allowing him no movment. Bringing up his hand, Shiryou released his hidden knife, the blade was pushed foreward on its spring mechanism and easily sliced through the leather jumpsuit, not even allowing him a scream.

Putting away his Scythe, Shiryou drew his other hidden knife and took a stance before quickly moveing forward. He stepped once, turned, crouched and hooked his knife behind the knee gaurd of one of the soilders. Flicking his wrist, the gaurd went down, his tendons gone. Twirling with another step Shiryou ended up behind the man, knives criss-crossing his throat before the man's neck exploded in a shower if crimson red that signified his end.

"I am the ghost who walks, dead to the world of man, I am...The Shiryou!" he hissed, spinning and slashing the throat of a gaurd he got too near for his health.
Shiryou took this gaurd, spun again to gain momentum and launched his head body into the gaurd ahead of them

"Fun, is this not Master Jas?" Shiryou let forth an erriely mad cackle, his suit covered with the crimson mist of life let passed on

Ensign Mark Twain was in charge of guarding the engineering room, and had with him four naval troopers. Most reports had the enemy infiltrators heading for the bridge, but they did not want to take any chances, so they had decided to seal the doors to the engineering room, and could only be opening by palm recognition. The ensign was sitting down near the door when the palm recognizer beeped acceptance. He looked up, and gaped. There was the top half of Major Joren, his body sliced off from the waist below, a tall figure behind him, one hand holding onto the Major's scalp, the other one releasing it's hold on the Major's hand. Mark's first and last reaction was to pull his sidearm out and fire a shot at the figure, which simply moved the corpse to block. Then, it dropped the dead torso, revealing his right hand, which had dropped down to it's waist to pull out a blaster rifle, now pointed at Mark. The blaster flashed, and Mark felt hot pain stab him in the chest. He glanced down to see a first sized hole in his chest cavity. He was still looking at the hole as he toppled out of the chair, dying as he hit the grating below.

Discarding the blaster rifle, Judicious Kraken pulled out his lightsaber, and ignited it, the ruby scarlet blade making a sharp contrast to the green glow of the engine drive room. Another trooper came around a row of consoles to the right. He sliced his ligthsaber to the right, sending a shower of sparks out from the consoles and a spray of blood from the trooper's headless neck. As he advanced into the room, another guard came around the central cylinder in the room. Jude dropped backwards to the deck and kicked upwards with his feet, catching the fomerly occupied chair and sending it at the trooper as blaster bolts burned the air where he had been standing. The trooper lowered his blaster and use a forearm to block the chair aside. As he brought his rifle back into line, a single shot from the Ensign's sidearm exploded his skull cavity, sending brain fragments to the grating as the guard collapsed with gurgling noises. Judicous stood up and looked around the hangar bay, but he could not find any more guards or personnel for that matter. As he crossed the room, moving around banks of drives, cores, and batteries, he came to a wide open door leading the other direction out of the hangar bay. He shut the door and locked it, then, de-activating his lightsaber, he began typing into a holo-console, bringing up several schematics and blue prints of the various machinery located here, as well as what parts of the ship it affected. He activated his comlink. "Jude here, I have taken control of the engineering room. I can now cut power or systems to any part of the ship when requested." he said.

Zarith sneered as Shiryou made his foolish proclamations. The other apprentice came off more as some sort of cheap holo-vid villain than a real Sith. Sith did not shout out there names and crow over killing mere grunts. Sith were secretive, in control and did not prattle on in the middle of combat.

Zarith spun to face another opponent. Zarith quickly realized that he had been fortunate with his first opponent. He slashed at the armored trooper, only to have most of the impact of his saber deflected off of the man's armor. The guard brought his rifle to bear. Zarith was pleased to see that the man's rifle was not as resistant as his armor as his lightsaber sliced through it.

The guard jumped back and drew a small vibro-sword. The man has great courage, Zarith thought to himself. The two began circling each slowly. Zarith prepared an attack when he felt something, a tingling in the force. He ducked as a laser blast flew over him, hitting his opponent in the chest and sending him staggering back. The one with the sword had been a diversion, very clever.

Still crouched on the ground Zarith spun around. He brought his lightsaber around with him, swinging it behind the guard who had just fired. The saber connected with the back of the man's knee, an area left unarmored out of necessity of free movement. The saber sliced through his clothing, and then into flesh and bone before Zarith withdrew it. The man tumbled to the ground, and another swift slash and he was decapitated.

"Well that, my dear, is the twenty million credit question." They moved quickly down several steps, their path largely unhamped by crewmen and soldiers as the computers were telling the ship's compliment Perrin and his companion were elsewhere.

They had reached the bottom and saw that the blastdoors into the weapons room was open with voices coming from within.

"Helm is stabilizing. Targeting the frigate!"

"Remember, use all tubes. We do not want any trace of the ship or the Sith aboard!"


The Sith stepped into the room and immediately struck. Perrin hurled his saber at a soldier sitting at targeting consol impaling him to his chair from behind.

The weapons room erupted as the momentary shock vanished. Everyone began to pull out sidearms shouting to each other.


"Now, we may decimate them!" Perrin called to Dehoir. By the looks of it, the Sith woman needed no urging and was already in the act.

"Well that, my dear, is the twenty million credit question."

Knight Descartes' response did not surprise Dehoir in the least. Had the Sith the answer he certainly would have shared it with her, or that's what she wished anyway. Shaking the thoughts from her mind, Dehoir stepped lightly down the stairs behind Perrin. The voices from the weapons room crew filled the corridors, but one remark struck Dehoir harder than the rest.

"Helm is stabilizing. Targeting the frigate! Remember, use all tubes. We do not want any trace of the ship or the Sith aboard!"

The fiery redhead grew enraged at the thought of her Master being annihilated. Her features hardened as she moved closer to the door. She barely heard her partner as he shouted to her.

"Now, we may decimate them!"

Dehoir made her move as Perrin finished his announcement. Gritting her teeth, the female Sith lunged forward as the group of armed soldiers took aim at her and the Knight. As a stream of laser fire shot forth, Dehoir brought her weapon to bear; successfully blocking each shot.

The deflected blaster fire ricocheted off the bulkhead and cut two of the attackers down; leaving the third alone. Dehoir advanced further, and once she was within range she sliced his weapon in half. The surprised look on the soldiers face melted as he looked Dehoir up and down. Licking his lips he decided to make his move. Before he could even get a hold of any part of the woman that stood before him, however, he wound up in the fetal position clutching his crotch.

An angry sneer and a furrowed brow met the downed man as he looked into the intoxicating eyes of Dehoir. His life was ended in one swell sweep of her saber.

Looking over her shoulder in Perrin's direction, Dehoir realized the Knight was having no trouble at holding his own. He had actually attracted the majority of the room's occupants, leaving her in a position to move to one of the weapon's consoles.

A satisfied smile played over her features as she prepared to save her Master…and Zarith.