Just after midnight [public]

[Stormtrooper]

Sslokt had a bad feeling about this, what if the beast had seen him, and decided to move? Wanting to feel safe, he released several probe/recon droids to search for her. Watching them leave, he felt comfortable that she would not join the Noghri, and he could keep her pelt along with his Wookiees pelts. Or he could sell her, she would be a exotic pet for some Hutt.

 

[francopell]

"I assume that in the tomb is some kind of weapon. It could be anything, from a lightsaber to the blueprints to a battleship. The only thing I know is that it has some form of ancient evil inside it and for that reason we must find it. The Jedi will no doubt destroy it but us Dark Side users can manipulate such a weapon. It must be in my possession." Darth's Sidic's eyes gleamed at the thought of such power. He had hunted such an artefact for a long time coming and now he was zeroing in on it. And the lure of it would be too much for the Vader worshipper who would blindly walk towards. Thud! the Darth thought as he imagined a trap taking off the killer's head. Surely then he would be gone for good without a blade being drawn.

Telling him what the object of their search was would prove to be a ploy by the Dark Council member so that Jhar would be killed or turned insane. He intended to keep him safe though! He could not be consumed by revenge! He would take care of him later, when he was torturing the Feline. Sidic would fake his own death and let Jhar head back to hunt the feline. Then miraculously he would save her, convincing her that not all Sith were evil. He made sure the cat would survive by sending a quick comlink message to the Trandoshan. He had sensed her life was in peril and had given the Trandoshan orders to capture the feline at all costs, torture her and try to force her to join the Disciples of Vader. (antagonizing them.) If he killed her then he would be dealt with... permanently. He used his concealed device for this and had spoken in whispers so as not to let Jhar notice him.

They set off together on the route, a dusty trail dotted with insects. They were honing in on the temple, and upon reaching the sight of it even the Darth was taken aback. Even in the dark it was magnificent and its power was awesome. It was in the shape of a trident with the highest point in the centre. It was topped by a large face that was difficult to make out in the twilight. He strained his eyes and saw it. It was of some kind of Moff. On the other points were smaller faces of.. some form of mask. But that was unimportant! He had made a great discovery and his curiosity piqued, an ancient Moff was buried around here, that was for certain!.

 

[Stormtrooper]

Receiving the message, Sslokt was disappointed, but then he heard he could torture her. "Asssss you command lord, I will enjoy thissss immenssssle" he whispered back. He was at least going to get to make it suffer, that was better than not killing at all. He then went back to monitoring the screens, he had made a show of dropping the cameras, compared to how he hid the rest. He had the entire city under his monitor, there was not one block he couldn't see. Bast would eventually fall into his sights, and he would be ready.

 

[Fatty]

Jhar rubbed his eyes. He had almost forgotten that it was well past midnight. He hadn't gotten any sleep this day, and his mental abilities had been quite strained these past few hours. As the small Noghri walked through the dark forest he was reminded of this. But he tried to stay invigorated. The Sith was predictably after a weapon of power. Even if the feline could not be convinced, and the Dark Lord before him is not slain, at least he would be able to destroy the weapon, or use it for his cult's conquest. If he could not gain the weapon, or convince the feline, OR kill the Dark Lord, today would be upsetting, but not without rewards. Already Jhar had two contracts that had the potential of being quite good business partners, and what is more, the Cult would know the location of a powerful weapon in the hands of a powerful sith. That prospect would be enough to send several assassins much stronger than Jhar, perhaps even escorted by a platoon of soldiers.

For a while, a time of which Jhar lost track of, the two darksiders wandered through the forest, as the taller one's face was pressed against a map of the region, only periodically observing the area what Jhar thought might be something like awe. Jhar looked around and only saw the forest, no site to behold, he was confused as to what this other being saw in the trees that Jhar some how missed in his entire life time of the wilderness. This was home to Jhar albiet on another world, but nature is what Jhar knew even better than killing, and honor. What outsiders saw as a bounty of beauty, Jhar simply saw them as one might look upon a wall within their home, he took pride in them of course, but there was nothing special to Jhar. Eventually, they stumbled upon what could only be the tomb of a moff.

"How interesting that --what could only be of course-- a darkside weapon would be found in the tomb of a non-force sensitive. Hmm, I would be expecting an unconventional weapon akin to the old Death Star. This man had taste, unfortunately though the cult would be cutting out his tongue now for his heresy. Not literally mind you, we would probably just kill him." Still the reptiles face was flat, and emotionless, incapable of humor. The two proceeded to open the door, and enter the tomb. Jhar wondered what would become of the Alien, Trandoshan, and the Feline.

 

[Bast]

There stood Bast just behind the door holding what they might say would be a weapon in one hand. Bast knew the forest very well she came here pretty much everyday. She knew all along what the two men where looking for because Bast had happened upon this tomb not long ago. There definitely where traps in there but she took care of those a while back louring in a few helpless creatures into the tomb. Bast grasped the weapon firmly in one hand next to her body and placed her other hand out towards the two men.

"You clearly under estimated me guys." She said with a smile on her face. "Now I'm willing to hand this over to either of you but I have a price. Let's talk about it, there's no need for fighting. Oh, and I'd like for you guys to call the Trandoshan and tell him to back off"

 

[francopell]

Darth Sidic stifled a chuckle at the cunning of the Felacatian. She could definitely become a resource for the Empire. But she crossed us and for that she will be killed. Jhar could always try a Force Doppelgänger, or at least that's what I thought it was, and kill her or incapacitate her. She has the weapon which is a little... disappointing. I thought they were going to have some form of old superweapon that caused great devastation, as Jhar said, similar to the Death Star. Not that we'd have the resources for that but still, it'd e better to have it then not. And this weapon has no odd symbols on it resembling the Darkness it embodies. Still, I can sense the Dark Side coming from it and if I can get her to strike at me it might just corrupt her. Yes, that's an idea.

Darth Sidic spoke in hushed whispers to the Noghri, telling him of his plan: "There is no chance of us getting her to the Dark Side unless she uses that weapon and its power. It would corrupt her and she'd yearn for more. Then we would incapacitate her. First we're going to need to threaten her enough to attack first, can you use your Force illusions to turn her nigh-on insane?" The thought was not a pleasant one but it was an idea that could be used against her. Retrieving the weapon would be her final mistake as a grey Force-sensitive. If he could get her out the temple they could trick her into getting aggressive.

He Force lifted Bast and got her outside the tomb before he kicked in the door, leaving the temple closed. He then ignited his saberstaff but held it to his side, not pulling it into a guard. "Strike me. It is obvious, the power in that weapon is dangerous and you could kill us now and be done with it. I'm sure lots of relic hunters would pay a fortune for such an item, more than we ever could. If you don't then I will torture you till you do attack. You can only win by going on the offensive with that item. Would you really suffer so much, not allowing yourself to strike me because you're guilty over robbery? You fool." He shot a warning bolt at her, hoping that the pain it induced would be enough for her to strike at him. He knew little of Soresu which would have come in handy at a time like this but he was far from your average duelist, skilled at Shii-Cho and Juyo.

This had happened before although it had been Darth Sidic, then named Alen, who had been the cunning one, claiming a bounty and then killing his weaker companions so as to take their credits as well. The memory was fond to him, he saw it as his coming of age in the Dark arts. He had come far since then but that remains a glorious memory and one that he had held onto for his lifetime. His friends and tormentors were in that group, they used him as an extension of their will, killing their enemies and claiming bounties. He was a forged weapon and a well forged one at that, the torture having inspired evil inside him. He was strong in the Force then but now the shadows had fully encompassed him, he had given in to his emotion. He was a shadow in his own right and very dangerous to his enemies...

A superweapon. This thing that Bast was holding was obviously not capable of planet-destruction which seemed a little tragic to the Darth. He had hoped for battle plans or even a revolutionary new tactic that would enable the Sith Armada to conquer space. This Moff obviously had a screw loose or something to invest in such a small weapon that would only truly benefit the Sith. The Sith were strong and could wield this weapon and Moffs were always subservient to the Sith who were their ultimate masters. Force-sensitives succeeded, the Moffs and military served them and the citizens were oppressed unless they provided a use to the Sith in which they used in the military. That was how it was and the only idea Sidic could come up with as to why a Moff would make a Sith weapon.

 

[Fatty]

A look of surprise escaped Jhar's face. The Noghri most certainly underestimated this feli--no, woman. The Darth whispered in his ear, he spoke of a plan. Jhar was not an expert in mental illusions, and truthfully he did not want to hurt her unless he needed to. He wanted to turn her to the darkside, which is all well in good, if she was more likely to join Jhar. If she did turn today, there is no doubt she would join this Darth long before Jhar. Jhar was not exactly the spitting image of his cults power, there were many more who could impress her greater than Jhar ever could. This is when Jhar decided to turn on the Sith, discreetly. Jhar peered into the woman's head, not intrusively.

This is Jhar, I speak to you through the Force. A series of events have occurred that has lead me to this decision, I will let you go under one condition. You must destroy the weapon you hold, it must not get into the Sith Empire's hands. I know not what it does, and upon its destruction the Darth shall unleash upon you. I will attempt to stall him as long as I can for your escape. If you can, I would suggest leaving the planet. Also unfortunate is the fact, that today I may very possibly die by the hands of this Sith, so then the Trandoshan shall continue to hunt you. I am about to attack you, may the Force be with you.

With that Jhar closed his eyes, and concentrated. He sat down from the crushing pressure of the act he was about to do, it would be the greatest illusion he had ever created. He felt a dribble of blood fall from his nose as all around them images of Jhar began to appear, growing increasingly larger until they were even greater than he, the woman, or the Sith. They were bellowing behemoths, and they would strike upon them all.

 

[Bast]

"To bad the Moff couldn't predict I would end up with this weapon because perhaps he/she would of made it out of something other than durasteel." ​She smiled knowing what she had to do now. She held up the weapon and took her claws to it shredding the whole thing into confetti. Now no one could have the weapon. And now Bast must run for her life. Bast quickly transformed to her panther and took off running in the direction of the city. She was in search of a ship to leave Naboo for good.

 

[Stormtrooper]

Waatching the event uncurl from his ship, Sslokt plotted Basts location and destination, he was determined to get some sort of payment from this, even if it was the last thing he did. Waiting in ambush for the cat to come by. He jumped her as she entered the city, and took the struggling feline-human towards his ship. He had a cell with her name on it. His arm was now fully regrown, and the only reminder of the earlier events was a small ring arround his arm where it was once a stub.

 

[francopell]

Darth Sidic delved into the depths of his mind, cleansing it of the illusions that surrounded him. He almost meditated to ensure that they would not impair him at all. Bast had escaped for now but with the Trandoshan in the city she would have no choice but to be captured and tortured. And the Darth would have no mercy. She had tricked him and destroyed a precious item. He had felt a connection with it and now he would have his ultimate revenge. He would crush her, the Disciple of Vader and anyone else in his way to more precious items. His anger fuelled his power as he felt the Dark Side rise up inside him and consume him. He was a vessel of the Dark Side's will and none would escape his judgement. The Darth's eyes coloured a burning yellow as his anger consumed him.

Then he realized that the Disciple of Vader had not only tried to kill him but had also betrayed him, allowing the weapon to be destroyed and Bast to escape. Jhar would have no mercy. This was the end of the line in his series of events. He reached for his saberstaff and ignited it. The Noghri would be shattered by pure emotion, his power growing from a pool of hatred. His technique was perfect and with his emotions guiding him he was certain he would be unstoppable. Destruction would follow in his wake. He prepared himself to strike down Jhar and Bast (when the chance arose). He menacingly walked towards the Noghri. He would allow him some final words and the first strike but after that pleasantries would be thrown to the wind.

"This is the end for you. To think we only met this night is a surprise to me, I have learnt about you and your cult. They will all be destroyed before long starting with you. This is the time that you truly test your skill. Are you worthy of the Dark Side? The Disciples of Vader are a joke, he was a slave made to do his master's bidding. He allowed himself to be transformed after he was burnt! He could've ruled the Galaxy but he allowed himself to lose. He was a servant of the Emperor, nothing more. He was never set free by the Force by failing that he failed the Sith Code. I would not be surprised if you were his equal, you have potential but it is wasted on that walking corpse." Darth Sidic applied his use of Dun Moch as he attempted to provoke Jhar into striking him. With it he would likely waste his last words on something cliché such as 'No!'. Never mind. He was going to be crushed under Sidic's boot no matter what happened.

 

[Fatty]

Jhar's illusions seemed to have little effect on the Darth, he ignited his blades and walked towards. The Noghri simply stood, and ignited his blades.

"He served the Force, and brought it to its knees."

With that, Jhar began to do something that he had not done in a long time. He used his other hand, through the force. A Doppelganger of his old hand, and telekinetically held his saber as he would have long ago. Now he struck the Darth with the power of two Noghri arms, amplified by the force. Of course the Darth would not see this other arm, but he would certainly feel it. It seemed that the Sith's Dun Moch worked against him, as it only empowered the aliens spirit. He mocked his God, and now he would make this Sith worship Jhar in combat. Lengthening his blade, and deactivating the bottom blade, he charged with whatever power in the force he had left. Blood leaked from his nose profusely, he was using more power over the force than he had ever attempted before, and what started out as a calm clarity fell apart into a pure Force-induced rage. He delved into the resistant mind of the Darth and began to pick information from him as rapid as his mind allowed, and he mimicked and mirrored whatever forms the Darth knew, gaining years of information.

This was Jhar's finest hour, and he was glad that this could very well be his last. He had succeeded where the Darth had failed. He destroyed his super-weapon, prevented him from gaining another apprentice, and now he was certain he would cripple this Darth, at least just before Jhar's death. Jhar's Djem So, Ataru, and mimicked Vapaad, they all came at once against the Darth, empowered with Force Speed, Force Strength, and now his force was amplified by Force Rage. What Jhar had done was impossible, and upon completion, if he did not die first by the Darth's hand, then surely Jhar's pure religious rage would destroy his body in the end. A Force Scream escaped his mouth in an unearthly roar, he had become a monster in mere moments, but he feared he would become a corpse today, in vain. His yellow blade was a flurry, blocking the Darth's blade just as much as he was being blocked, and parried. But it would be short lived, soon in the battle Jhar would eventually collapse, even as empowered Jhar was, he was no match for the Darth. He had decades to prefect his skill. Jhar hand only but one decade, and although powerful, Jhar was still weak in the force. This did not deter his ambition however, he was determined to kill or maim before death. If he did not, he would curse this man with his soul upon leaving this material plane.

 

[Bast]

[Is everything made of durasteel now a days.] Bast thought to her self she easily shredded through the Trandoshan's ship. Now the Trandoshan had a large hole in the side of his ship, he would have to repair it. Bast ran to the shipping docks and jumped aboard a ship. She did not care where it was going just that she was gone from here. The ship took off and Bast would no longer be in harms way. She sighed knowing although Jhar was a Disciple of Vader he had saved her life. She prayed for him.

 

[Stormtrooper]

Roaring in frustration, now he could not only not follow her, because his ship was no longer space worthy, but he had to pay for his ship to be repaired. Without thinking, he watched Bast board a leaving ship. He knew what he was about to do would be an act of terrorism, but he had to do it. Going to the controls of his ship, He lifted her off the ground, and opened fire on the civilian vessel. The ship didnt stand a chance, and one of its engines exploded, and it fell back to earth. He knew he could pick up the remains of bast and claim his reward with the Sith.

 

[Bast]

Before the ship crash landed she managed to get to an escape pod and leave the ship. She set off for a distant planet not caring where she was going just so long as it was no longer here. Bast smiled knowing the Trandoshan had attacked a civilian vessel and would be arrested for doing so. She looked out the window at the Trandoshan, he was being surrounded by the civilian police. Bast winked at him and disappeared.

 

[francopell]

"Stop fighting, you could get yourself killed." Darth Sidic mocked. Even during the duel he was learning as he found the basics of Ataru. He never intended to learn it, it didn't suit his build. But he did intend to use Force Speed and Jump which were generally key parts of Ataru. He felt Bast leave the planet and the Trandoshan's predicament. He was going to take down Bast no matter what. He had to stop her for no other sake than revenge and weakening the Jedi Order. They would be down a potential Padawan now. He kicked his opponent in the chest before back-flipping away, granting him some room. He then tapped into his ship the location of Bast's escape pod and set it to track it and blast it out of Space on sight. The Darth would leave the planet on his bounty-hunters ship and then rejoin his own ship.

His mind then flicked back to the duel at hand. He had granted himself some room and from it there would be no escape. Darth Sidic called about his darkest emotions to fuel himself, granting him power over the spectacular power of the Dark Side. He would rip this Noghri apart. He may have been exceptional in combat and had even put Sidic onto the back foot occasionally. Still, the years of training had enabled him to grow in his command of the Force and his duelling capabilities. His skill with a saberstaff was incredible to watch as he twirled it like a baton, he felt truly invincible when fighting with it. Jhar never had a opportunity to kill him despite a minor cut to Sidic's arm.

Back to his current situation. A gap of about ten metres between him and a seemingly rabid assassin. Maybe there was hope for the assassin yet, maybe he could break Jhar into accepting his loss and renouncing Vader. Drawing upon power deep inside himself, he called upon a storm of Force lightning on top of the assassin before he attempted to bring the Noghri to the 'true' Dark Side and the Empire. "Renounce Vader! You are beaten! The Empire will always triumph, the true Sith are the ones who conquer! Do you accept this? In all of Vaders power you have still failed! You could become more powerful than you ever would've dreamed if you give up on him!"

 

[Fatty]

Jhar groaned in pain, taking slow steps forward towards the Sith, absorbing the electric force beating down upon his flesh, charring it. He gritted his serrated teeth. He was right, if this duel was not resolved soon Jhar would die. His chest plate was smeared in blood, and a beating, throbbing pain threatened to make his head explode. He was panting, and then in one last act of defiance Jhar motioned for a nearby tree to fall upon the Darth. A feeble attempt but it served its purpose, the lightning strikes decreased and regressed until the strikes unfrequented to nothing, with the distraction Jhar had created.

"My... Patron is...Vader. He feed... my people. I am... eternally indebted... to him, bound by honor. I realize the true power... of the sith but... one must not take the path of least resistance... there must be struggle... there must be... strength to fight what is stronger. I thank you sith... for the honor you have brought me. But I shall never join the Sith, to be Vader is... more fulfilling." Jhar collapsed, and struggled to his knees. "Spare me, so that we may fight another day. For the next I shall be stronger... much stronger." He coughed some blood. Whatever it was the Darth said next the Noghri would never know, because he vanished from all sight, and from the force, and sped away deep into the forest. It was time to leave. He decided that dying today was not worth all the effort he had placed into the Cult, and today he completed his objectives to an acceptable extant. Now was the time to lick his wounds and count his blessings. He had stood up to a powerful Darth, (despite the damage he had caused himself) and lived. Jhar ran quickly for his small size, unaided by the force, he was too weak for the force this day.

 

[Bast]

" He then tapped into his ship the location of Bast's escape pod and set it to track it and blast it out of Space on sight. The Darth would leave the planet on his bounty-hunters ship and then rejoin his own ship." Darth Sidic said.

Problem with that statement is the bounty hunters ship was damaged badly so you sent your only ship towards me. Just saying
"[Is everything made of durasteel now a days.] Bast thought to her self she easily shredded through the Trandoshan's ship. Now the Trandoshan had a large hole in the side of his ship, he would have to repair it." Bast said earlier.

Bast recognized the Sith's ship right away she knew she was going to be shot out of the sky. So she hit the escape button on the seat which blasted her out of the pod. Watching the ship shoot down the pod from above she pressed the button for the parachute. Drifting through the sky she began shooting a small hand held gun she found aboard the pod at the engines of the Sith's ship. But now she realized she wasn't going to get off of Naboo any time soon. So she shifted the floating seat towards Teferi's hut to seek protection from her master.

 

[Stormtrooper]

Lowering the ship down, Ssolkt saw Bast eject, and he had no time for the police. So solving two situations, he first, dropped a bomb right into the center of the police, killing them all instantly, then speed up his craft to intersect Bast before she dropped down. He saw she was going towards some small hut. He assumed this hut to be one of her safe houses. He was not going to let her get away. He flew his ship directly under Bast, this time he had his shield on. There was no way she was digging through that. Putting the ship in control of the auto-pilot, he walked to the upper hatch, and set his blaster to stun. This way there was no chance of her digging yet another hole. And nice in her cell, she could not escape, because of the extra armor and shielding he had added a few years back. As she lowered into reach he said "welcome back, I hope you enjoy your stay better this time!" he aimed the blaster, and prepared to shoot.

 

[francopell]

Darth Sidic was satisfied with his work. He had finally let go of his power and it had felt great. Jhar may have escaped but he had been clearly bested by Sidic. He had not yet used the full extent of it though. New challenges were what he needed. But as his ship was currently destroying an escape pod he would have to wait and get a shuttle off the planet. He believed that there was nothing more for him on this world except...

What was that? Something of the Light Side, that was for sure. It was bright and warm. He then sensed that Bast was still alive and was heading for this pool of the Force. He would have to rush back to Theed and crush this light and Bast with it. His bounty hunter had obviously failed but that was the last thing on his mind. He pondered over what could be living on Naboo that had such a strong Force signature. It would be interesting to meet whatever it was. It would be exactly what he was looking for. A Jedi Master perhaps? That seemed most likely. But what would a Jedi be doing on Naboo...

Unless Bast had lied. She must have been being taught by this Master on the planet. He pieced the puzzle together, she had said she was not a Jedi merely to escape his wrath. If she had not lied then she would not have been destroyed. At least, not immediately. He would have to crush her for her treachery, she had barely known him that the time! It didn't matter, she and this Light Side presence were going to be met with no mercy and would feel the full force of the Sith. He continued sprinting towards Theed where he would locate and eliminate the residence of the Jedi. Even if the Master was not in then his house could still be crushed.

But would that really fulfil the Darth's desire for bloodshed? No. Naboo was not affiliated with the Republic and upon an attack on the surface the cowardly Jedi would continue to hide away, refusing responsibility. Yes, he would call for the invasion of Naboo and enslave its population. They had defied the Empire for the last time. They were a distance from Korriban but an invasion was still possible. Unfortunately the Empire, in its fragile state, could not muster the resources for Sidic's revenge. But then, nothing was stopping him using himself to crush as much as possible with the Force, and, when it returned, his own ship. With his ships cloaking device he could escape blame. It may harm the Empire's image though. He would have to stay his hand this time but his patience for death was wearing thin.

He continued to run through the forests. Force Speed was beginning to take its toll on him but that didn't stop him, he could easily keep going. He would crush this Light Side nexus and the Galaxy would be down a Jedi. Although they were not officially at war, the Jedi were secretly being hunted by Sith Assassins. The move had not be authorised as of yet but it was an idea Sidic had come up with and what his rivals didn't know would hurt them. That was half the point, they were a hidden threat that could help further his power base.

 

[Bast]

Noticing the Trandoshan was just under her with his ship she unbuckled from the seat and pounced off into a near by tree. Knowing now she was being followed she started bonding from tree top to tree top away from the Trandoshan. Bast began looking for another ship to space jump to a different planet and get away from her current situation. She spots a lone ship hidden amongst some brush. Bast jumps onto the ship opening the top hatch. She enters a course into the ships data base and lifts the ship off the ground. She was preparing to go through hyper space and she was determined not to let anything stop her this time. The ship she was in had a magnificent shield and some massive guns on the front. Bast turns on the shield ensuring no harm will come to the ship. She also readys the guns for combat just in case the Trandoshan spots her. The hyper space jump opened in front of the ship. Bast looks around for a second before pushing the ship forward.
[This is an amazing ship] Bast thought to her self. [I think I'll make this my ship now]