Star Wars CLOSED Turning Point - The Betrayal of Darth Revan

IC: Scherp
On their way

Reluctantly, Scherp led the Jedi team through the mansion. Yet again, clearly valuing his life more than his principles, he had told the truth and they were completely unmolested as they took the route he said, and found his escape ship - a souped up Sith shuttle. They would find, once they hooked into the shuttle, a transmission on their team channel from T3.

The Sith had impounded all of their ships - holing the engines of each one - after hitting them with ion fire to disable them in full. This didn't appear to be an order from the Sith officer, merely routine on Sith worlds. T3 had managed to confirm that none of the other members of their team had been captured, and High Command had ordered the team to escape Sernpidal by any means necessary. He also supplied a code which would pass muster with the Republic fleet.

Indeed, as soon as they entered the shuttle an easily detectable subroutine activated, taking the ship swiftly into orbit and into hyperspace one system away before requesting new guidance. Scherp spent the entire process smugly sitting in his chair. "See, I told you. No treachery. I really was going to call in some entertainment, too."

Jedi Knight Bastila Shan requested an immediate update; they had located the Dark Protector and she had a new rendezvous for them.

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Edge of Republic-Sith space

Having set course to rendezvous with the Republic fleet parked in deep space near the Sith-Republic border. The trip does not take long, and they find themselves reaching the coordinates sooner than they expected. As they arrive, they will be hailed by the lead Republic ship, the Viscount - a sturdy Hammerhead-class cruiser.



Hammerhead-class cruiser, Viscount



Aurek-class fighter - nicknamed the A-wing

Several seconds after the code is transmitted, they are met by four Aurek Tactical Strikefighters which escort them to the ship’s hangar bay. Once the ship had landed, at least a dozen Republic soldiers welcome the heroes - and take custody of Scherp - and escort them to a conference room, where several high-ranking officers have assembled to discuss their next stratagem. As to the the conference room...

When they walk into the brightly-lit room they would see a large, oval table with several chairs surrounding it. Half of the chairs are filled by representatives of a few different races: Humans, Bothans, Duros, and even a Cathar , but all of them are wearing Republic uniforms, except one. This person stands at the head of the table, a Human female with dark hair wearing reddish clothing. The lightsaber clipped to her belt obviously indicates that she is a Jedi. As the team is ushered in, discussion stops and all eyes turned to watch them enter.

The silence was awkward, but thankfully only lasted a couple of seconds, as the woman at the head of the table states, “Welcome aboard! I’m Bastila Shan. We’ve been expecting you. Do you have the codes?” While the code cylinder is passed to her, Bastila continued with the briefing but does not dismiss them...

"You have all done well. Our plan is to take the fleet and meet the Sith in battle - using this fleet as a lure. While the Viscount exchanges fire with the enemy, we will clear a path to the Sith flagship, which will allow a boarding party to land and execute their true mission -" At this point she took in a small intake air. "To capture Darth Revan or kill him if necessary." But she pressed on.

"My plan is to have each of you fly ahead of my boarding party to clear the way of any opposing ships - to let my boarding party land on the Sith flagship without incident." Each of the them was to granted the use of an Aurek Tactical Strikefighter for this mission and will be allowed a little time to learn its systems before they arrive at their final destination. While the Republic fleet is en route to face the Sith fleet, each would have a little time to restock supplies; medpacs, powerpacks, and other small assistance, but the weapons available were no more potent than a blaster pistol or rifle - the Republic is, at this critical moment, low on all other weapons and supplies.

It had happened in a whirlwind of events, but time was short; the codes they had would not last forever, and the Dark Protector - Revan's flagship - may deploy at any time. If they were to attempt a boarding during a real battle, with other Sith assets in play, it would only become much, much more complicated.

As such, for the smallest of moments, they had time to restock, question, reconnect, and maybe a few hours to rest if need be.

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IC Atin-Kot
Onboard the Viscount

The trip to the fleet was uneventful, but Atin-Kot had also mostly kept to himself. When they boarded the Viscount, he rejoined the others. The walk through the ship took him back both to the days serving the Jedi and assisting in the fight directly as well as his time with the Sith and Lord Revan, carrying out operations.

When they arrived the joyous greeting was a small start, he hadn’t expected such and it was slightly disconcerting as it meant many more people knew about the operation than he’d thought. ’Thisss remindsss me of that old quote ‘Three can keep a ssssecret if two of them are dead’’ he thought, darkly. Scherp was taken from his custody and good riddance to the rat, he was more trouble than he was worth.

They followed the escort to a briefing room and again he stopped short as the room was filled, Republic officers everywhere. ’The amount of people involved here issss getting ridiculous.’ colored his thoughts before he saw her, an old friend, foe, compatriot, wizard of a Jedi, Bastilla Shan.

He listened to her speak, the praise, the hook, the bait of the attempt to surprise Lord Revan and either capture or kill him. She explained the plan of battle and it truly did hinge on a few small factors working exactly as they needed, even to reach the ship in the first place. He considered the plan and observed the others, the Padawan seemed awed by the gathering but then again she was fresh faced and new to the depth of what was going on. The others were crowding in as well and he knew they had their work cut out for them.

He left the group for a moment, moving toward Bastilla, ”Well met, Massster Ssshan, it has been many yearsss. I do have a ssssmall alternative, if it is allowable. My persssonal Sssith interccceptor isss in a hangar on a world not far from here. I can return to the Ssssith fleet in my craft and assssissst with getting Republic craft into the hangar of the flagsssship once they passsss the outer defensssesss with the codesss. And, in that case, we have an assssset already onboard.”

He did not wish to interfere with the battle plan of such a renowned Battle Master but he did feel it was a chance to make such a suggestion, given they did have a member of Revan’s Sith available to use that way, himself. He doubted the Republic generals or admirals would approve, especially as he wasn’t sure they even knew of his allegiance, or allegiances. But any little thing that could benefit the operation further was worth the effort to suggest.

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IC: Bastila Shan
Viscount

The ship shook with a hyperspace jump, and Bastila spent the moment focused on them as they regrouped. She had thought on their comments, and state of mind. In short order, as the reconvened - some of them having taken advantage of supplies and foot. In the interim Admiral Dodonna had disputed the wisdom of sending an agent ahead of time, in light of how dangerous Revan was. There was too high a risk that Atin-Kot would be discovered, and if this failed, they might need his credentials.

However, he had a message from a Sith code; it was a recording, and as the Viscount micro-jumped in and out of hyperspace, it was received and then they were back in hyperspace. The Republic fleet had reasoned that a random rather than straight line course to Nouane would hide their intentions and avoid any active Interdictors along the way. It was from Lord Malak. Communicate with me when you next decant from hyperspace.

Such messages piled in for the others.

Jedi Master Lonna Vash messaged Shysa from Dantooine, to congratulate her on her successful first mission away from her Master. Vash and other Masters had been required to stay back at Coruscant, Dantooine or other academy worlds to ensure that Sith Intelligence tracked them, rather than a small team of Knights and Padawans. Vash told Shysa that she had personally recommended her for the mission to Sernpidal, and was proud of her for it.

Zeseem had a message from his colleague on Coruscant - Jedi Master Atris. She was expressing her own thoughts that capturing Revan would prove too dangerous, and that the Council had debated for a lengthy time that were Revan to die, it would be neater, but against present Jedi dogma. But they had made it clear, in session, privately, that they would understand if Revan did prove too difficult to subdue and his death be the only alternative.

For Yula however, she had a curious message from her family back on Ryloth. They did not often get in touch with her, for being a Jedi created a natural boundary between attachments and connections, but it was her father. He had heard she was at the front now from a Twi'lek officer aboard the Viscount, and he wanted her to be careful, and stay safe. It of course implied a lot about the general knowledge of their mission... but also that they were indeed going into sufficient a danger to warrant such extraordinary measures.

Each of them, from the briefing notes, would know that the fleet was going to arrive at one more system, near the contested battleground of Chazwa, before jumping to the target. This would be the last calm before the storm, and their last chance to get their affairs in order, to speak to their comrades in private, to reply to loved ones, to lament and to worry, before they were called to the hangar bay exactly half an hour after they arrived near Chazwa.

The Dark Protector was waiting.

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IC Atin-Kot and Malek
En Route

The meeting had ended, they had all gone their separate ways to prepare for the assault and Atin-Kot had found himself sticking to relatively unused sections of the ship as most of the crew was wary of him still. With the coded message, that he was relatively certain the Republic had broken, in hand he wandered until he found an area that had not seen use in quite a long time. Slipping inside he concentrated and cut off the compartment from the Force, from sensing, and spread a lattice of energy around the compartment to try to keep prying eyes from hearing or seeing any of the conversation.

Having accomplished that he took out the encrypted comm that would connect him with the Sith fleet and Lord Malek. Crouching near the floor he activated the comm, bowing deeply into the pickup before he spoke, ”Lord Malek, I recccieved your messssage and am resssponding asss ordered.”

He knew it could be any length of time before Lord Malek responded and he waited, calmly, in anticipation of when the second in command of the Empire chose to reply.

Malak was evident, and for a brief moment, there was a shadow behind him, before it stepped out of view. It was as if they had realised they were within sensor field suddenly and swiftly moved away to attempt to conceal their presence. But Malak was a force of fury, his eyes smouldering golden as he glared at Atin-Kot.

"Report."

Atin-Kot nodded his head in respect to Lord Malek, ignoring the shadow that to his mind had to be Lord Revan. Which meant his report would be known to both leaders of the Empire immediately. When he lifted his head his yellow eyes glittered with malice and a dark smile creased his upside down mouth.

”Everything proccceedsss assess anticccipated, Lord. The worm isss removed from hisss posssition and isss coughing up what very little he knowsss. They, obvioussssly, do not fully trussst me, but have accccepted me asss a part of the team. All the piecccesss are falling into placcce and I will be back to the fleet sssshortly. And not only mysssself. The package issss at the heart of the endeavor.”

He didn’t need to feel the anger of Lord Malek to know that the report was late in coming but the needs of the mission had required that he maintain comm silence for the time that he had maintained it. Even now he could only speak in generalities and what should be known in what he was saying to the Sith or Republic Intelligence would immediately flag it and he would lose the ability he had to stay a part of the mission.

Lord Malak looked unimpressed. "Has the Republic fleet discovered the location of Lord Revan? His task force is primarily at Chazwa, engaged there." He lifted a finger. "It is essential that we are appraised of the attack before it occurs. Much of the Sith Council is in transit to other worlds, so we are arguably vulnerable."

Atin-Kot chuckled, the Sith were vulnerable yes, but not so much that such a team would present much of a threat without some extreme luck or the aid of Bastilla’s battle meditation. And strife meant openings in the ranks to move higher.

”They have, Lord. The fleet issss but one sssstop before reaching Chazzzzwa. They have taken a roundabout route but are very clossse now. Asss long asss the worm’sss codesss remain valid I give it only a dozzzen hoursss, at the most, before the fleetsss join to battle.”

He paused, thinking about the time they had been given, ”This current lull hasss been given for communicationsss with thossse that have reached out to the team, ossstensibly asss a sssort of being able to sssay farewell, ssshould a member of the team die in the assssault. But alssso for meditation to prepare for the battle. It isss approaching rapidly and sssoon thisss sssseemingly minor ssstrike may determine the future courssse of the war.”

"The codes need to remain valid to lure Bastila Shan into our trap," Malak intoned. "Lord Revan acknowledges that he is bait. His location will be exposed, but make no doubt that other ships will be present to assist."

"You should ensure you are on her team, so we can keep track of her movements more easily." Malak paused. "He is not at Chazwa, of course. But I imagine the Republic is aware of that..."

Atin-Kot nodded, of course Lord Revan was not there, and his suspicions heightened that both heads of the Sith were listening, if not taking part in this conversation. ”I am and will remain part of the team, Lord. I have not been made privy to their knowledge of Lord Revan’sss whereaboutssss, but I am ssssure you are correct, Lord.”

He thought again about the last few minutes of the briefing, before they were released to be able to make their communications, ”The team issss to gather in the hangar of thisss ssship just before arriving at Chazzzwa sssso I am ssssure we are to divert to where they believe him to be, to carry out the attack while both fleetsss are engaged.[“/color]

"Good," Malak said curtly. He glanced back to the other behind him. "Ensure the team falls into our trap, and you will be rewarded. Fail me, and I shall kill you myself." His hand held up, ready squeeze. "Are we understood?"

A nod, eyes shadowed but also not subservient to Malek, not that the man expected less, ”It will be done, Lord Malek. The team will be exactly where it isss expected.”

"Good," said Malak, and he turned away. For a moment, as he turned, a man with his cowl up was evident. Then the transmission ended, and it was over.

Atin-Kot’s half smile returned as he saw the man in the background, the blind was turning into a double blind and a triple blind. He retracted the energy that had blocked off the room, relaxing and breathing deeply.

Standing, he turned and headed toward the door to the space, opening it and stepping out into the corridor.

Bastila Shan was, as it happened, passing the room on her way to the hangar. She blinked at the Taung, reminded that the species had been essentially decapitated by the Mandalorian Wars - that they had formed the core of the Crusaders and Neo-Crusaders, and died for it. "Knight Kot?"

Atin-Kot paused as he stepped out, as he noticed Bastilla. A small smile appeared and his yellow eyes glittered. Memories surfaced and submerged, of times long past. Turning his gaze to her, ”I am ssssure you know of the communique I recccceived. It wassss the one we’ve been waiting for, old friend.”

Bastila arched an eyebrow, not betraying her anxiety in the Force at all. "Ambush?"

He could have drawn it out, could have made her wait but there was no need. He nodded, ”Yesss, but you knew that it wouldn’t be asss sssimple asss ssstealing ssssome readily altered codessss and ssssneaking on board the flagssship.”

Bastila nodded. “Which is why we’ll have two teams. I’ll lead one.” She nodded. “Are you looking to lead the other? The Sernipidal team lost nearly half its members... possibly because we didn’t have a leader.”

She looked at him neutrally, leaving herself open to the Force’s impression of him.

He frowned for a moment, in thought. Looking back at her, he squared his shoulders, ”I would enjoy leading the sssecond team, yesss. However, I’ve been given ordersss that the team mussst fall into the trap, ssso if there are to be two I mussst be on the one that doesss, or they will sssussspect a sssecond team.”

Bastila narrowed her eyes. "We'll arrive as one to start off with, so it may be that we all end up on the bridge together anyway. If we encounter a large enough threat along the way, I want the versatility to split our deployment without sacrificing speed."

Nodding, the small smile returned, ”I meant no dissssressspect, old friend. But they mussst not sssussspect until it issss far too late. I do underssstand the tactical adaptability you sssseek, and asss that isss what you mean, yesss, I will lead that half team, in that eventuality.”

Bastila nodded. "Alright; we will wrap it up this way for now, and then move forward."

The Jedi peered at Atin-Kot. "Once this is all over, I would recommend a cleansing, perhaps a retreat to Dantooine, in the more isolated parts of the galaxy. You are becoming too close to too many darknesses... I would not want to lose you, as we did the Revanchists." She paused. "May the Force be with you."

Atin-Kot bowed his head in acknowledgement, ”I knew when I took thisss assssignment that I would be ssssurrounded by Darknessss, need to accept it into mysssself, and there issss alwayssss a price. Ssssome sssolitude and reflection may be what isss needed, asss you sssay. Until then, we musssst defeat thisss Darknesss, my friend.”

”May the Force be with you, Bastilla.”

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IC: Darth Revan
Heading back to the Dark Protector, Nouane system

His troops had taken what he directed them to; transferring four statues from the planets surface to his flagship, the Dark Protector. The riddle that had began in the hermetica on Malachor... and had led him to the Nouane system, and left Darth Malak in-charge... it had been dangerous, but necessary. His apprentice was ambitious, and he would act at a moments notice...

... especially if, as Darth Revan suspected, the Black Coat would intervene as soon as Revan began looking into the true cause of the conflict.

It was for that reason he had recalled the fleet that Malak commanded - to ensnare the so-called Master of Masters in his trap.

Revan had his memories, of the world swirling in thunder, and the True Sith, and the darkness behind the dark.

The Old Darkness.

But Darth Revan understood that the conflict was being maintained.

That true peace would not be achieved unless the Jedi and Sith were ended, and the Epitaph would not allow for that.

No.

It would escalate, and escalate, until the Gods themselves were threatened, and with their death, then - and only then - would the Sith be allowed to triumph, and -

There was a flurry of movement, and Revan turned in his shuttle, to regard the displays -

His shuttle dropped, and he marched out, cloak swirling. Darth Voren, his loyal retainer and Sith Council member, dropped to one knee, and Revan bid him stand with two fingers - and even as Voren spluttered, Revan gestured and pointed out the hangar, to the stars behind him -

Voren gasped, but Revan was already heading the bridge.

What had once been a star field above a quiet world was now full of Republic ships.

In short order, all manner of fighter craft were launched, and Sith frigates moved forward -

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Hangar of the Viscount, go go go

As Bastila ascended to a Ministry-class shuttle with her team, there was a flurry of movement and the Jedi would have moments to either rush to her shuttle, or, as planned, take their fighters into the fray. The tannoy of the hangar was full of news and information -

"All pilots to their fighters -"

"We have been pulled out of hyperspace early by an active gravity well -"

" - larger Sith fleet than expected, they are out-of-position, they must have just arrived -"

"We have confirmation that the Dark Protector is here - repeat, Revan is here -"

A-wings and StarSabers were launching as quickly as they could get out, in a frantic display of guts and rush -

If any of the Jedi took the moment, they would realise that the Force was full with a lot more darkness than they had Jedi. If they checked their sensors, they would see it was evidenced in the numbers here; the Republic Fleet was outgunned. The screams were already starting across Republic channels as fighter craft were swarmed and slaughtered -

A surge of positivity - of resolve swept upon them all, including the team, as Bastila employed her battle meditation to shore up their confidence -

Time seems to move quickly while the heroes scramble to their fighters and prep for launch. Before they know it, they are in flight.

When they launch - in a fighter, or any other manner -

Another turbolaser hits the shields of the Viscount, causing a flash - their eyes would have to adjust quickly to the darkness of space around them, and they would immediately spot several ships ahead of you: the Sith fleet. Seconds later, the brief gap in the exchange - a mere moment in the battle - ended, with the Sith firing on the Republic ships behind them, who quickly recovered from their own initial shock and return fire. A glance at a sensors panel would show one ship singled out among the rest of the enemy fleet .

This must be Darth Revan’s flagship.

The Dark Protector.

A wave of fighters rush to eclipse their view, and indeed swarm the Viscount's hangar bay if they tarried too long -

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IC Atin-Kot
Hangar and beyond

Atin-Kot knew that they were headed into more than the others probably thought, given who and what he was. Unsure whether Bastilla had shared anything he had told her with the others, he refrained from discussion possibilities with them. So when they decanted from hyper into what seemed like the majority of the Sith fleet he was not frozen into shock as many on the ship surely were.

He could feel the darkness around the planet, which told him that his hunch that both Malek and Revan would be here was correct. His limited view, at the moment, in the hangar did not allow for him to verify that but he was sure he would know as soon as he cleared the hangar.

Swinging his gaze around he observed pilots taking to their ships and whipping out of the hangar into the fray. Seeing a lone Star Sabre that seemed to have no pilot, he leaped toward its canopy. In the air he swiveled his gaze still, seeing Bastilla taking to her shuttle. Whether she saw or not he nodded to her almost as he touched down on the spine of the Star Sabre. Lightly running along the back of the ship he flung himself into the canopy. As he went to take his seat he lifted the helmet of his armor and seated it into place, enclosing him in a self contained, vacuum proof suit. The display flickered into life in the helmet’s viewscreen as the canopy closed over him. His fingers flew over the controls and the fighter leaped into the air, nose slowly turning toward the exit to the hangar.

His eyes began to deepen their yellow color as he pushed the nose of the fighter over more swiftly, knowing one of the drawbacks of these craft was their maneuverability compared to their speed. As the nose moved into the correct direction he sent his senses ahead, augmenting the sensors of the fighter. Holding the throttle back as he increased power to the engines he watched the gauges until the engines were roaring and the fighter shuddering before he pressed the throttles to the detente.

His first target he sensed to his north and west at about his 10 o’clock, even before he cleared the hangar and he was fighting the nose up and over in that direction as he cleared the hangar force field. As the enemy fighter hove into view he triggered the powerful cannons of his ship and a grim smile tuned up the corners of his mouth as the wing came off the fighter and it spun out of view.

Wrenching the Star Sabre onto a new course, he looped around the battle, looking for the lowest concentrations of ships in battle, as he made his way toward the Dark Protector. He made sure to keep an eye on the shuttle and the transponder codes of the others that had decided to take fighters as well as he flew. Along the way, any of the Sith ships that fired on him had fire returned back to them.

As well, any battles between Sith and Republic fighters he stumbled through in his path he assisted the Republic ships. Of course, any Republic ships that happened to get hit by his fire as he passed could be explained away by the movements of battle, and he made sure the shots he took could verify that in the after action reviews, if there should be any.

Soon he was approaching the Dark Protector and he sent ahead his own Sith codes, which put him inside their protective umbrella of defense and also kept the majority of the Sith fighters off his back. He pulled along the flank of the ship and began laying down fire to assist the other to make their approaches. He had to play this exactly as both sides expected. Lord Malek knew he’d be required to down fighters from their fleet so that the entire team could make it to their target and Bastilla knew that he’d have to not allow the Sith any reason to think he wasn’t their man as well.

Now it all came down to whether the others all made it and if they could make it onboard and fulfill their objective.

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IC: Darth Revan
The Dark Protector, bridge

You fly with expediency through the battle between the outnumbered Republic ships and the Sith fleet toward Darth Revan’s flagship. Suddenly, your sensors indicate five incoming ships straight ahead. You can bet these are not friendly; indeed they begin firing - it's more Sith Interceptors.

Most of them would not have seen these fighters in action very much, if at all, before today. From the engagement so far, they can tel that they are not very strong. But, appearances can be deceiving when they have numbers... and the gunship that comes after the five of them was definitely more of a threat.

The Jedi may have seen this ship several times over the last few years, but typically within planetary defense fleets. But just seeing this ship in flight and the weapon systems bristling on its hull tells you that facing off against it will not be easy, sprouting double-turrets and plenty of gunners.



Pelagia gunship

Of course, the backdrop is the big capital ship, the Interdictor -class capital ship which has come to symbolize the strength of the Sith Empire. Originally commissioned to round out the fleet of the Republic, the warship fills a strategic gap between the Inexpugnable -class behemoth and the Hammerhead -class cruisers and indeed corvettes.

Throughout the battle, the Interdictor -class warship will only provide tactical fire. The Sith Interceptors rolled to concentrate on Shysa and Zeseem, preferring to attack in groups of two or four on a single fighter and shoot their weapons in auto-fire mode. The assault gunship seemed inclined to stay back from the main dogfight and provide support for the interceptors while they engage the Republic fighters, and hurl mass-fire at Yula and Atin-Kot to prevent them from helping the other two.

Then a larger warship turned around the edge of Nouane slightly out of view to the Republic fleet. Bastila's voice came over the comms. "They have a battlecruiser. We have about five minutes before it reaches weapons range and the Hammerhead's will have to pull back." The Republic didn't have any Inexpugnable-class battleships to hand - the remaining warships were holding position in the Core - and the smaller Hammerhead-class ships would be outgunned.




Holding behind in her shuttle, Bastila's voice was hard. "You have that long to get us to the Dark Protector."

A string of Republic fighters headed after the battlecruiser, but were clearly outgunned and outmatched; they were stalling with their lives for the team.

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IC Atin-Kot
Battle to Board the Flagship

Atin-Kot smiled tightly as he maneuvered the Star Sabre, the pilots of those fighters and gunships probably had no clue that one of their own was flying in the formation that was advancing upon the flagship. But, given the double or possibly triple blind that was going on it made sense. Besides, given his role these pilots were simply expendable assets and it was his job at the moment to expend them.

With a touch of a push through the Force he wrenched the fighter over and darted toward the formation. He could feel Bastilla giving them strength and direction with her battle meditation and knew time was short to reach their objective. Touching the trigger he fired bolt after bolt into the diving fighters that were targeting the rest of the team before his craft blew through their formation and he dove on the gunships. He directed the astromech to have the targeting computer seek out weak spots and waited as long as he could before triggering his missiles.

Zipping past them he pulled the Star Sabre into a long looping turn and dove again, releasing his missiles and targeting his guns on the spots the little droid pointed out. Once again past them, he found himself back in the dogfight with his comrades. ”Take out the fightersss then we can all focussss on the gunssshipsss.” he sent over the comm then returned to firing bolt after bolt at any of the Sith fighters that crossed his path. As he did he kept track of the countdown he’d set when Bastilla had told them how long they had.

Time was running short and if they did not get on board in time they would be stuck out in the black with no support and no chance to complete the mission.

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IC: Bastila Shan
Battle of Nouane

More fighters had swarmed them as the others tangoed with the first group; Shysa took out two; then three - Yula hit one which veered into another three, thus her surprise - only a single fighter fell to Atin-Kot as he blew through, but his missiles impacted upon the gunship, which belched fire and retaliated with fire - but Zeseem's idea had worked - the gunship blew apart two of its own fighters before Bastila's Ministry-class shuttle surged forward and blew apart the gunship -

The way to the Dark Protector was entirely open, and Bastila ordered them in and down. They were to precede her, and although the hangar was empty, three turrets hung from the ceiling of the hangar, tactically only popping out and firing when all four of them were down. There was a console that could be fought to, but even as the weapons opened fire, a repelling group of Sith Troopers rush into the hangar, to be repelled by the Jedi team.

At least one of the heroes will need to make his way to the console on the wall and shut down the landing bay’s sensors and security systems; Bastila's shuttle is hovering outside the hangar, too close to be fired upon by the Dark Protector, but angled so it's weapon systems face outwards and can be used to fire upon any Sith interceptors. In the hangar, there are three Sith commandos, and two Mark IV assault droids.

These droids, unlike the previous ones you encountered on Sernpidal, are larger and more spiderlike, having four legs and a head with a mounted blaster rifle. Just watching them move about make them seem intimidating; as does the double blaster cannon, duranium plating, and shield generator. Similarly, these commandos wear the standard armor of regular Sith troopers, except they are black in color and less reflective. Their faceless heads seem to stare into your soul when they look upon you, light repeating blasters lifted to spray a barrage from behind cargo-container cover.

This is a fight.

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IC Atin-Kot
In the Hangar, Dark Protector

A dark smile crossed Atin-Kot’s face as the craft blew up around them, clearing the way to the Dark Protector. He brought his Star Saber in and grounded it in a rapid landing. The canopy opened and suddenly it seemed vacant. A flight suit drifted down from the apogee of his leap and he landed lightly on his feet next to the fighter.

Now revealed was a creature in Taung armor, the precursor to Mandalorian armor, which he’d had painted in his colors in the few odd moments that he had had on the Republic cruiser. He could see the confusion writ large in the body language of the troopers. The droids too, not confusion per se, but a confliction in their command structure. A smile crossed his face as one of the troopers made an obvious comm call about him and the droids shuddered for a moment, the latest orders now taking precedence over previous ones.

”You boysss drew the ssshort ssstraw to have hangar detail today. I’d sssay take it up with your ssssupervisssor but today I have a thin line to tread.”

His armored arm reached up, toward the cockpit and a pair of items glided out of the cockpit, one latching to his belt and the other, the grip, settling into his grasp. And then he moved around the front skid of the Star Saber, the Taung blaster in his hand opened fire, rapid, aimed shots meant to both disrupt or damage the troops or the droids blasting out. His free hand kept a light expenditure of Force energy flowing, flickers of a shield of energy would flare whenever a blast came near him.



His gaze swept around to take stock of the others, nodding at the team, before stalking forward, a ‘proto-Mandalorian’ Force user, headed into battle.

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