Tea Time

[Darth Veles]

“Pleasure meeting you, my lady. I am Darth Veles, but please, call me Avreet,” the Mon Cal politely said to the Zeltron slicer, purposely letting her know he did not insist on being called by his title name by civilians and generally anyone outside of the One Sith military and the Sith Order. This was in stark contract with the Togruta – which fairly disappointed Veles Grima. The man insisted, no, demanded to be called by his full title, which somewhat indicated he felt undeserving of it, thus forcing everyone to call him by it as if that would ever make it true. Not only that; it was not improper to call the man by his rank and title name just as the Mon Cal had done, but then again, Avreet was a Sith of old, one of those who have trained on Korriban when the Sith Empire, and not its unworthy successor, controlled much of the galaxy.

Then it crumbled like a house of cards and much of Sith ways with it. The amphibious Sith totally blamed the Dark Jedi; bloodthirsty imbeciles polluting his beloved Sith Order. He blamed them just as much for training incompetent and unusable psychopaths and not true Sith. As such, he did not blame the Knight for being touchy, as it wasn’t his fault – he’s been trained that way. His Vong armour certainly proved Avreet’s suspicions that he faced, almost disgusted to even think of the words, a Dark Jedi. True Sith did not need the Vong and their toys to rule and conquer.

Avreet’s face remained stone cold, though sparks of amusement danced within his large eyes as he resisted the urge to curl his lips into a grin. No, he remained overly polite – as always. Whether his words were completely honest or contained pure mockery, perhaps a combination of both, nobody would ever know.

“Ah, Knight Pyrrhus, your strength is great, but there is no need to correct a man when he offers a compliment,” he said softly and wisely, “While I am poorly educated in official pleasantries of the One Sith, fairly stuck in the old ways that are not always up to date, the fact your rank can partially replace your title is still valid.”

Somehow, the tension suddenly threatened to explode like a volcano, waiting for even the smallest of sparks to ignite it.

The debate would have progressed further if not for the pilot’s quick thinking and even faster flying. Nodding, the Mon Cal focused on the Force and restored some of the energy that’s been lost by his play with light and shadow. Sharply turning towards the female Knight, the Mon Cal nodded.

“Surely lady Ophidia won’t mind if I take the executive?”

He didn’t want to allow the woman carry something heavy – Sith or not, his courteous behaviour towards women simply demanded him to take the man and carry the burden now, so without waiting for her answer, the Sith Lord swiftly marched over the slumped man and lifted him up, taking him into his arms. It would be safer for the man like this, anyway; if anything went wrong, he could always vanish, cloaking the man with himself.

“Ready, my friends.”

[member="Darth Pyrrhus"] [member="Darth Ophidia"] [member="Dakita Calfur"]

 

[Darth Ophidia]

Saiah was about to call them out on their passive aggressive pissing-contest when the pilot so aptly interrupted them with the news. She kept her forked tongue in her mouth and stood up smootly, nodding to the slicer beside them

"Dak, we'll put our trust in you." Don't screw it up.

The message in her words was quite clear. They had gone all this length for secrecy and they would rather not have it all spoiled. In that case, they could just as well have gone in, blades blazing. She made a dismissing gesture with her hand. She did not really care one way or the other for the honour of carrying a limb and drooling body. Last time had simply been for sake of practicality. It was quicker to press herself up the stairs than to limp the body over on the Mon Cal.

"Take him Avreet. He's yours."

Focused and quiet again, she took her place in the back of the ship, ready to drop out and down on the building below. She was not sure whether or not Darth Pyrrhus was coming with them, or if he would stay back in case of trouble. Considering his heavy armour, she guessed the latter. They could pull this off quite easily without him. By the ramp lay a couple of bags, she gripped both and slung them over her head and shoulder. They were empty and thus very light, for now.

[member="Darth Veles"] [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] [member="Dakita Calfur"]

 

[Darth Pyrrhus]

Pyrrhus didn't know what exactly had urged him to correct Veles. Perhaps it wasn't his words, as much as it was the hint of light side in his presence that the Togruta took offense to. In retrospect, perhaps it had been irrelevant. But it was done now. He was a One Sith fanatic, completely subscribing to the Sith Code, with a high standard as to what it meant to be a true Sith. It would come as no surprise, that after a thorough investigation, both of the Sith would find the other lacking, according to their own set of values.

The ship closed in on the location, and lowered itself above the bank. Now, it'd be up to Veles and Saiah whether they wanted to enter through the roof, or from the ground level. The ship's altitude could be adjusted on their command to suit their needs. Pyrrhus watched the brief exchange between the other two Sith, which ended up with Veles carrying their little guest. Everything was ready for them to move on. Dak had them covered in terms of eyes on the ground, and an open way in. Whether or not they met a lot of opposition from guards remained to be seen. If needed be, Pyrrhus was the reserve unit to hammer any obstacle that got in the way. Though it was a card perhaps more useful not to play too soon, in the event of unwanted visitors.

"A compliment? Of course. I accept. You are wise" Wise in general, or wise in complimenting Pyrrhus? His light chuckle alluded to his meaning. "For a moment, I thought you had forgotten our ways. Tradition matters to me. But perhaps we believe in different things, Veles" Like Darth Bane had corrected Qordis before he had killed him, so had Pyrrhus corrected Veles. The title mattered to him. It had been forgotten once, replaced entirely by such vain titles as Lord. He would not allow such a thing to happen again. To be a Darth was more than a title, it was a claim to superiority, and an open challenge to any who dared stand in opposition. It was a promise of destruction, and not easily forgotten.

Beneath the pleasantries, the tension was still high, and Pyrrhus' unspoken challenge remained. Perhaps it was convenient that they had other matters to attend to. It certainly worked as an excuse. It would have been an interesting, to deeper examine their own viewpoints on what it meant to be Sith. Maybe they were not so different as they might think, they merely went about the same thing in different ways. In time, perhaps they would see.

[member=Darth Ophidia] | [member=Darth Veles] | [member=Dakita Calfur]

 

[Darth Veles]

Traditions mattered little to the Mon Calamari Sith Lord, quite ironic when one considered his Master was a traditionalist. Given how close beliefs of the two were, one had to wonder if Sith stopped evolving and walked in a circle instead. The amount of psychopaths and beings of lesser sanity certainly led to such conclusions, neither making Avreet feel better when he found himself thinking of the future. Offering no further comment on the matter, Darth Veles strode through the metal beast's insides towards his exit. The real mission was about to begin and test their skills.

“I’ll take the roof,” Avreet informed the pilot as he passed to the back of the ship, carrying the executive.

One glance towards his pale companion and the Mon Cal nodded, waiting for the ramp to open and allow him to take a step into nothingness. As he vanished from sight and travelled to the snow-covered roof of their targeted location, Avreet silently prayed for the executive to not vomit. The landing went without any trouble, fortunately; the thud appeared to have no effect on the prisoner’s stomach, most likely due to the Sith Lord’s strong arms and legs coupled with cybernetic augmentations and reinforced bones that heavily cushioned the fall, and was completely inaudible thanks to Avreet’s mastery over bending sound waves. Lone footprints in the snow remained as temporary and silent witnesses to the Sith ever being there, but even those soon vanished under a fresh blanket of snow, just as the Sith Lord and the executive disappeared from sight.

Except for the door leading in, Avreet also spotted a few steaming air-ducts. That would have been his way if not for the man he carried; he couldn’t quite imagine crawling through tight space while dragging the drugged body. This reduced his options to just one.

Not even the snow crunched under the Mon Cal’s boots as he confidently strode to the door leading inside the bank’s higher floors. It should have been locked, but the green light above it indicated the slicer had done her work – and truly, the door automatically opened to let in a breeze of cold air and several sentients that had no business there; no official business at least. Slipping inside, cloaked and invisible, the amphibian remained careful to not hit the man’s head in the doorframe and soon walked down a staircase that felt almost as cold as the outside, plain grey walls clearly indicating this wasn’t the way rich customers used. A guard or two could be felt nearby, walking through their routes, and so the Mon Cal let them pass before travelling in their tracks and breaking from them again, finding his own path. Two sets of doors later and the Sith Lord happened to be in a hallway adorned by many decorations. Offices of the managers and executives. The man in his arms most likely had a place there as well.

What tried to stop him was a detector in the hallway; standard laser grid revealed its position before anyone could step into it. Of course, Avreet could have contacted their wonder slicer, however instead of resorting to that and possibly alerting the guards to their presence if a hack attempt went wrong, the Sith Lord walked right through - his mastery of photo-kinetic light manipulation fooled even this modern piece of technology without giving off any sign of detecting an intruder who calmly walked right past everyone and everything in his way without being noticed.

[member="Darth Pyrrhus"] [member="Darth Ophidia"] [member="Dakita Calfur"]

 

[Darth Ophidia]

Ophidia landed on the roof right after Veles and followed his footprints for a few steps before breaking off and heading to a ventilation shaft. With a simple tug, the grid came loose and she slipped inside. While the Mon Cal took the floors, she would take a less conspicuous way through the air ducts. She attached a wire to the roof and rappelled herself down with a simple combination of knots. A skill you pick up when breaking into buildings became more than a hobby. The wire through the air duct would serve as a perfect extraction point for their score. Which in turn would ease their burden during their escape.

She rappelled herself quite far down, finding herself near the ground level before she slipped her feet inside an offshoot and loosened the knot securing her to the rope. It was a clumsy effort to soundlessly turn within the narrow space, but she managed, and she crawled gingerly to the end of the duct, This would place her quite close to the vaults. Coming to the end, she put her hands on the grid and closed her eyes. Focusing, she probed around for the screws and turned them through the Force. Her fingers held on to the grid, preventing it from falling and making sound. This room had a manual lock and was easiest to open from the inside. Of course, the executive had keys. She slipped out of the airduct and landed lightly on her feet. She made sure she could reach the rope inside the duct, and closed it up before walking over to the door. She could not feel anyone outside, and so she unlocked it for Veles' arrival.

[member="Darth Veles"] [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] @Dakita Caifur

 

[Darth Veles]

In Avreet’s augmented arms, the Arkanian executive was as light as feather. Transporting the man through the bank presented no trouble for the Sith Lord, his assassin training and vast experience combined with mastery over several skills and Force abilities making his way towards through the offices a breeze. For the most part, he did not even have to employ the silent art of bending sound; the expensive red carpet under his feet took care of that and made his journey through the suites even easier, at least until he reached another set of stairs leading down, straight behind the counters in the main hall.

Chairs hiding behind tables were empty, everything appeared dead and strangely silent at this hour, only a loud and stylish clicking of a massive chrono right above the main entrance went against the norm as it told the guards how much time remained until the end of their night shifts. If the two Sith pulled this off without any hitch, all living beings in the bank would see the sunrise. So far so good, no signs suggesting otherwise, nothing warning the amphibious thief creeping through the building’s dark intestines about any possibility of a change in the near future.

The tight space behind the counters led to another door, one that’s been left open for some reason… This seemed rather convenient to the Sith Lord, considering the door guarded the way to the vaults filled with riches. Soon enough, a smile spread over the invisible amphibian’s face when he witnessed the perpetrator of this carelessness; Darth Ophidia in all her glory, already waiting there for Avreet and the drugged executive. One glance up the ceiling revealed the pale Sith Knight’s point of entry. Nodding in approval, the invisible Sith closed the door behind himself before finally allowing his mind to rest as he tore down the cloak of shadows concealing both him and the Arkanian in his arms.

“Excellent work,” the Sith praises his accomplice, “Now let’s put our friend to use.”

The Sith descends another staircase, stone and cold, and appears right in front of a massive and solid door leading straight to the vault where credits and valuables patiently waited to be liberated by the two Sith. The entire construction bathed in shimmering light blue of a kinetic barrier stubbornly refusing to allow. Its efforts have proven to be in vain, underestimating the Sith duo. The keycard Veles had stolen earlier served an obvious purpose; after placing it onto a small reader device, the barrier hissed in anger and vanished. That was only one of the many the locks designed to keep intruders away. Retinal scan. DNA scan. Password.

[member="Darth Ophidia"] [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] [member="Dakita Calfur"]

 

[Darth Ophidia]

Thus entered the fishy assassin with his payload of one drugged Arkanian executive. She closed the door behind him, so to not warn any guards, then walked together down the stairs. The keycard nicely opened the first of the barriers on their path with a hiss, and as they walked inside, Ophidia touched her comlink

"Dak, are you ready with the vault's password?"

Ophidia grabbed the executive's head quite roughly and forced his eye open before directing it at the retinal scanner. He muttered a feeble protest, but could make no objections to her force. A series of beeps and lights signified that the retinal scan was complete and logged. Next she took his dominant hand and put it on the hand-print registration. While it worked on registering the hand-print, she took a sample of the Arkanian's saliva and logged it in the DNA scan. Another set of beeps satisfied her. Now there were only two more stages: Vocal recognition and the password.

"Darth Veles, if you please press his thumb on this button and state his name clearly in his voice."

She put her hand on her comlink again, awaiting confirmation from Dak.

[member="Darth Veles"] [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] [member="Dakita Calfur"]

 

[Darth Veles]

The Arkanian himself became nothing but a tool, stripped off his humanity. A key that served no more purpose than opening the sturdy-looking hatch-like door one normally found in military bunkers and outpost guarding the most valuable and secret of areas. With an image of unimaginable riches lying in this massive vault that was more reminiscent of an oversized safe than anything else, the Mon Calamari watched Ophidia work on the lock, using their “key” to unlock the many security measures preventing the Sith duo from seizing their desired prize.

“Of course!” the Sith Lord confirmed calmly and grabbed the man’s hand, but not before looking through his wallet again to ensure he remembered the name correctly; Arca Altunen.

The last thing that remained was to get the man’s voice, hear him speak for a bit to allow Veles to replicate the same through his favourite skill of bending sound. One slap of his webbed hand – not the cybernetic one, fortunately for the executive – followed by the amphibious’ Sith voice.

“Hello? Can you hear me?”

The man tried to look at the fishy assassin, his white eyes creating an incorrect assumption he was blind. The gaze eventually found the Mon Cal, still, the Arkanian found it nearly impossible to recognize him as such. The drug was a potent one.

“Ugh… I… where… who…,”

The Sith needed no more, taking his voice in. Soon enough, the air in the room spoke.

“Arca Altunen. Arca Altunen. Arca Altunen.”

Satisfied with the latest result, the Sith Lord pressed the Arkanian’s thumb on the button as asked and let the Force say the name for him, commanding it to serve its master in this task

“Arca Altunen.”

Another lock down, one less obstacle standing between the Sith and many, many credits, valuable papers and sensitive documents.

[member="Darth Ophidia"] [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] [member="Dakita Calfur"]

 

[Darth Ophidia]

Spoiler

For all our readers: Due to inactivity, permission has been granted to NPC Dakita Calfur for the next few posts.

"Well done Avreet."

The numbers were relayed over, and quietly Darth Ophidia plotted in the annoyingly lengthy sequence of characters and numbers sent to her by their splicer, Dakita Calfur. Upon pressing the button of confirmation, there was a painstaking moment of silence before a beep of confirmation sounded and the locks were undone from the door. The heavy doors retracted into the walls with a muffled 'hiss-thumb' and the Rattataki stepped inside the brightly illuminated vault with caution.

"We are inside. Commencing load-up. Stay on alert."

A brief corridor -in which they could see just how ridiculously fortified the vault was- and then the room widened into a spectacular array of security-boxes. Now, these were far easier to open up, and inside was a cacophony of wealth. A wide grin spread across Ophidia's face as she stepped inside and let her eyes glide across the room. Payday was here.

[member="Darth Pyrrhus"] [member="Darth Veles"] [member="Dakita Calfur"]

 

[Darth Veles]

Everything went silent when Saiah typed in the password; the seconds of anticipations that followed were longer than hours, time stood still and if not for the drugged Arkanian’s gasps and ticking of chrono coming from above, the Mon Calamari would have heard their beating hearts, maybe even dust settling on the floor. The moment of truth and great relief’s been granted once a noise confirming their entrance chirped and the massive door granted them the entrance they sought, letting the two thieves into the bank’s most treasured sanctuary. All of that was about to become property of the One Sith.

Despite the riches surrounding him, Avreet remained focused solely on the mission, staying professional and checking for any security devices such as cameras and sensors. The cybernetic eye proved its worth as the Mon Calamari could safely state the room was void of any such objects after checking the entire vault. That did not stop him from frowning as his sight rested upon the security-boxes and he took several steps towards those, gaze fixed at something and observing it cautiously.

“It appears it is connected to the bank's alarm. It would be unwise to raise it when we’re so close to grasping our prize, Knight,” the Sith Lord said, finally turning to his fellow Knight and raising his wrist to speak to the hacker through the comlink.

“Lady Dak, please see if you can do something about these locks. Disable the alarm trigger on them… and just to be sure, block all signal coming out of the bank except for the frequency of our comlinks.” Avreet orders their invaluable Zeltron hacking asset before turning back to the security boxes and further inspecting them with the cybernetic eye of his. He did not want any silent alarm to alert the planet’s security forces, nor he wanted to take a hidden tracking device posing as a credit chip.

[member="Darth Ophidia"] [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] [member="Dakita Calfur"]

 

[Darth Ophidia]

Dakita Calfur set to work, she had already prepared access to the locks and had the security and communications systems in a figurative choke-hold. The alarms inside the vaults deactivated simultaneously, and no word was transmitted out. Dak gave her confirmation and Ophidia offered Veles a nod as she extended her hands to the locks and closed her eyes. Through meticulous telekinetic work, she fiddled with each lock, pushing the components in place until it clicked open. Some came sooner than others, but they would all open in the end and the contents were ripe for the picking.

She put the empty bags down on the floor and zipped them open so they would be ready to fill with all sorts of precious Cargo. Ophidia shot Veles another look, expecting him to get to work on opening the boxes too. They did not have too much time to waste after all. Clocks were ticking and the quicker they were out, the better.

[member="Darth Veles"] [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] [member="Dakita Calfur"]

 

[Darth Veles]

Finally! With no apparent obstacle in their way, the two Sith could ravage the bank’s most treasured part, rob it of its pride and source of joy. Right after the pale woman offered an encouraging nod, the Sith Lord carefully felt the inner structure of locks in the back of his mind; slightly raised hands never had to come close to the metal boxes, yet the locks moved as he wished, pushed by invisible force as he manipulated with the mental image within his head, guiding pins and tumblers to pop into the right place.

A click, and the first box opened, all of its content immediately grasped by the Sith’s webbed hand and soundlessly moved into one of the prepared bags. Credits went there, valuable papers here, some items found their way into another bag, all nicely sorted out at surprising speed at which the amphibious Sith assassin worked. It was a race against time, to steal as much as possible before dawn, before the first member of staff came into the vault and witnessed its gaping black emptiness staring at him from the walls where closed security boxes should have been.

Each working on their side of the vault, the Sith succeeded in swiftly filling the bags with stolen goods. Given Arkania’s rich mines, it came as no surprise when many credit chips have been exchanged for shiny diamonds once Veles had discovered their hiding places. Several of the beautiful stones found their way into Avreet’s cloak; for lady Zarrah, of course! With bags overflowing with riches, it soon became necessary to fill his own pockets anyway; yet it wasn’t greed driving him forwards, more like the sense of leaving nothing behind. It was a sport for him in that moment and he realized he understood Kendrix, his little thief. The challenge begging to be overcome mattered more than the prize waiting for him at the end.

One last diamond landed among others with a soft clink and Avreet turned to his accomplice, courtly nodding and lifting the heavy bags from the ground; he would have grunted if not for the augmented muscles, therefore he knew what awaited the pale Sith Knigh and politely took Ophidia’s bags as well.

Before the first article about the robbery came out, the perpetrators would be long gone, leaving behind nothing but a mystery and one very drugged executive.

[member="Darth Ophidia"] [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] [member="Dakita Calfur"]

 

[Darth Ophidia]

Ophidia didn't bother stuffing her pockets, but she did notice Darth Veles doing so. Whatever he was thinking, he would still have to share equally. If the sharing became uneven to the pre-set agreement, then the entire deal could end up going south. Just like how the One Sith were equal within their rank under the Dark Lord. It was the only way Sith could ever work together. She filled the bags with the credits, jewels and assorted valuables they could get their hands on.

"I hope you did not think I would not notice the ones in your pocket, Lord Veles. Surely it is only to free storage space. We have an arrangement, after all."

When they had taken all they could and dropped the Arkanian executive, she reached out through the Force to thoroughly demolish his mind. When she was done with him, he could do nothing but blabber and drool confusedly. It would take some powerful healing to put him back together, and even then it was not guaranteed his memories would stay intact. She was about to reach for her bag when the Mon Cal took it for her. She had no appreciation for such gestures, but if he insisted on bearing the burdens of others, she would not get in his way. Lastly, before going out, she made sure to wipe down everything they had touched, smudging any forensic evidence they may have left.

"We can hook the bags to one of the ropes and hoist them to the roof. Saves some carrying. Darth Pyrrhus will meet us there and help load the goods. I am almost disappointed that we did not require his backup."

[member="Darth Veles"] [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] [member="Dakita Calfur"]

 

[Darth Veles]

The Sith Lord could barely hold back the soft chuckle trying to escape his lips after [member="Darth Ophidia"] “caught” him stuffing come of the stolen valuables into his pockets, an action that formed visible bulges on his clothes here and there. It was somewhat ironic; right after stealing so much, one thief accuses the other of stealing. The situation would have been even funnier if any of his accomplices knew what he planned to do with the “liberated” credits earned from this little operation. The expression on his face remained the same though, stone cold and serious, despite the strong urge to smile at the pale skinned Rattataki. Indeed, the Mon Cal found himself in a particularly joyful mood due to the fact the mission went flawlessly up until now. No casualties on either side, no witnesses, just a brilliantly executed robbery carried out by two competent Sith Assassins. It’s been far too long since Veles’s had the pleasure of enjoying a mission relying on stealth and remaining unseen, a mission that did not turn into a massive bloodbath like most Sith tasks.

“Of course,” he replied drily to her implication, “All of us will get an equal share, do not worry, lady Ophidia.”

Whether she chose to amuse him on purpose or not, the male Sith had decided to not repay in kind; the thought of humouring her back had occurred to him, but there would be plenty of time for jokes and laughter later. Little did she know the equal share included the bottle full of strong mead he had stolen from the executive! The wonderous hacker known as [member="Dakita Calfur"] in particular would likely appreciate a drop of alcohol, or so the Mon Calamari hoped - he did not want to base this belief solely on the woman's race.

No comment’s been offered on [member="Darth Pyrrhus"]’ backup, the Sith Lord preferred stealth over action and senseless killing, the only response given to Ophidia was a short stare before the amphibian turned his head to face the airduct above them, telekinetically opening the grid and letting Ophidia’s wire descent closer to the duo. Firmly attaching all bags to the end of the rope and giving it a yank, the Sith Lord jumped onto the rope and climbed up with surprising agility and speed. With no executive to carry, it became possible for Avreet to choose the way less travelled. The Sith Lord then waited for his charming companion to climb up as well before pulling the bags up.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

After Avreet climed the rope, Ophidia followed. She fastened the vent-cover and climbed the rope rather quickly before gripping the rope and walking across the roof-top, in order to pull their prize up. Her feet buried themselves deep in the snow as they pulled the load up from the shaft, but the snow covered her tracks about as quickly as she could make them. As they were pulled up, the bags dropped heavily from the air duct. Ophidia lifted one of them by telekinesis and moved it over to her. This time, she preferred to lift it herself. She preferred to carry for herself rather than rely on the courtesies of others.

Perhaps the easiest would have been to telekinetically throw the bags into the ship and climb up by way of the rope, but Sith were distrustful creatures and it offered Darth Pyrrhus too great a chance to simply take off with the loot. It was nothing personal against the Togruta. She respected him, but did not trust him, or anyone, to not take advantage of the situation. The risk was greater than she was willing to take. They were Sith, after all.

[member="Dakita Calfur"] [member="Darth Veles"] [member="Darth Pyrrhus"]

 

[Darth Veles]

Avreet watched the ship hovering above their heads for a moment, silently judging the distance between himself and the entrance before his bulbous eyes swivelled towards the Rattataki – her way of tightly holding the bag signed she had no intention of letting her colleague carry it for her again instead of taking an advantage of the Mon Cal’s courtesy, the fear of losing her hard-earned money getting the best of her. Paranoia did the Sith no good; the fear among their ranks was not unjustified though. The Sith Lord’s lips thinned at the thought, holding back a smile as he himself cared little for material riches – the amphibious Sith Assassin wanted nothing more than to purify the One Sith of all Dark Jedi poisoning it with their twisted teachings, eliminating one Dark Jedi at a time in a never-ending battle he could not possibly win alone.

Another purge was in order – a little modification of Bane’s Rule of Two and the true Sith would vanquish all the Dark Jedi fools hiding under Sith cloaks. Unlike Dark Jedi, true Sith were armed with patience. Whether the Rattataki followed the true way or the foolish path of others, Avreet could not tell yet.

If it pleased his horned mistress though, his blades would kiss the pale assassin’s throat as well.

The hatred burning within his heart remained well-concealed from others seeking to take a peek into his mind and soul thanks to the courtesy of Force stealth and his own strong will, yet the great hate he felt for all who have violated the very idea of Sith offered him the option to use that perfect fuel to empower his body, bend the Force to his will through the Dark Side and command it. Energy massed within the amphibian’s strong legs, his gaze finally tearing away from the ship as quick strides carried him over to one of the bags.

Claiming the heavy luggage himself, Avreet clenched it in his arms as a body of a lover, his lips went thin again as he took three short steps back, snow crunching under his boots; the next second he darted off, soaring through the cold air with frozen crystals of ice relentlessly stabbing him into face until it all suddenly stopped with a muffled thud upon landing right in the ship, feeling the difference of being protected from the snow immediately.

[member="Darth Ophidia"] [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] [member="Dakita Calfur"]

 

[Darth Pyrrhus]

Darth Pyrrhus had been carefully monitoring the situation from the stealthed ship, hovering above. While time was not on their side, they were moving quickly and efficiently. So far everything was going according to plan. While it had seemed essential when the plan first had been made, no heavily armoured enforcer had been required. The operation had gone ahead smoothly. Yet there was no harm in being prepared. You never knew, maybe it was the personal bank of some Jedi Master who absolutely had to withdraw some valuables? It was little point speculating about such things. Luckily for them, it had not come to pass.

Dakita had been hard at work, opening doors, fooling the security, and ensuring that the operation moved along smoothly. She would've known if law enforcers had been tipped off, but no such action had been registered. With the captured manager, combined with the slicer's technological finesse, the bank was near defenceless against the Sith.

Darth Pyrrhus' time had been spent in meditation, channelling the Dark Side and his powers in the event that combat was required. At this stage, he knew it likely would have meant that he would have engaged multiple foes while the rest of the team withdrew with the loot. Meditating became a challenge in itself, with the constant distraction that was Dakita. Her Zeltron pheromones were doing a number on him, seeing that his eyes often glanced her way, as did his thoughts. It had gotten to the point where he had almost considered leaving his post, and getting out of his Vonduun armour to get more... Comfortable. She seemed, or at least in his head, to invite such attention. Yet he had managed to keep focused on the mission, and remained professional.

Then they entered into the end of the final stage. Soon, the ropes were lowered, and the Sith Assassins climbed up the rope with the bags. How many bags would there be? Ten? Fifteen? First Darth Veles, then Darth Ophidia turned up with their prize. A little smirk landed on the Togruta's lip. "Excellent." Pleasure doing business with you. It's payday, fellas. "Mission complete. Take us out of here." he ordered to the Nautolan pilot behind him in the cockpit. It would appear their little trip to Arkania had ended successfully. All the bags, filled with valuables of many kinds, were on ship, and secured safely in a storage. Naturally, it'd be an even split. Their reward had been rather juicy, and would surely suffice to set off all of their enterprises. It made Pyrrhus wonder, if they now had the capital to buy a planet each, or if that was merely his dreams pushing it.

The Phasma-class Infiltrator took off, leaving the frozen planet behind. As it also left the atmosphere, the Shadow-class Reconnaissance Corvette, the Revenant, soon came in sight. The pilot informed the corvette of their location and success, and the miniature fleet joined up, before hopping into hyperspace, into Sith space. After a job well done, the quartet could go home, feeling satisfied.

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