Chaos Unleashed: TSO Training Mission (Open to All)

[Dark Lord Dyzm]

Life is fickle, you could spend your entire life running from battles, protecting your interests, trying to live in peace.
All that could end though, end in seconds.

It could end with a lightsaber blade sticking through your chest...

Zakatiel allows the blade to tear through the chest, and outward through the shoulder of his latest pathetic victim as the body slumps to the ground.
Off to the right, the man's speeder was neatly parked, Coruscant Galactic Museum was marked clearly on the side.

Reaching into this cloak, Zakatiel pulls out a small thermal detonator. With a push of his thumb, and a flick of the wrist, Zakatiel activates and tosses the explosive underneath the vehicle and continues walking. Eyes never straying from the building looming before him. His senses pick up the others, and through the force, he sends out the message to attack.

[Maxim Vasilijev]

Finally. A chance to actually put to good use the lessons he’d been working on. All of the mind sparring exercises had his head feeling rather like it was going to burst. He’d jumped at the chance to join in on any sort of training mission. It wasn’t that he didn’t respect Lady Vader and what she was teaching him, it was just that he wasn’t a kid who could be kept contained for long. He needed an outlet every now and then, and this was going to be it.

It was difficult to wait to take action and he’d stood just around the corner, a foot tapping impatiently on the ground, his eyes darting from here to there in anticipation. When the call came, he released a whoop of excitement and ran for his assigned area – a small back door in the back of the museum. Once there, he began the task of gaining entry. In only moments, he would be joined by others and they would swarm the building in pursuit of particular treasures.

He had done similar things for fraternity tricks, perhaps, though nothing quite on this level. He felt a slight, but oh so slight regard for the fact that he was breaking the law, before he shoved this feeling aside and set at his task with unwavering determination.

As a mere apprentice ofthe Sith Order, he had something to prove – and this mission would perhaps help him to do that.

[Nayala Palain]

A member of TSO Athena was walking along the scafholds on the buildings. Leaping from building to building. She used the force to flip vehicals and even fried a few people.

As her little taunting had been fun for her she heard an explosion.

Thermal.... About 3 blocks from here...

She ran from building top to building top now. Finally reaching the area the smoke stack lingered from. She peered over the railing of the building and looking below her.

Zakatiel A Sith Master of TSO... Something had caught his interests... She dangled ever so carefully to see just what building she was pirched upon.

Coruscant Galactic Museum

All the thoughts that crossed her mind could have been deadly ooh wait they are deadly. She stood and looked at the building top and noticed the airvent shafts. She ripped off the covers and slinked inside the shafts.

She crawled threw the vents and smiled as she noticed the amount of people in the Museum. She waited and then felt the presence of another Maxim... a student of Mistress Vaders....


Athena dropped from the shafts and grabbed a male human.

" Walk with me or die. "

The mans facial expression was of shock then he looked at Athena.

**Sure!** He grabbed her arm and they walked within the next hallway.

If only he knew I was going to kill him... She thought to herself. As soon as Zakatiel gets in here.

[Leliarre Nightshade]

Leliarre had been pacing quietly not far from the building, her muscles taut with excitement and nerves. She felt much like an attack dog just waiting for their master's signal to pounce.

The girl's need to prove herself to the Order had increased daily. Now was her chance. Her black eyes glittered. She was ready.

When the message came that signalled the attack, the wolf was suddenly unleashed. Leliarre smiled, and jogged toward the side door into the museum.

[Maxim Vasilijev]

It was his blaster that he used at first to blow away the lock. It was louder than he would have liked, but it had the right effect. He threw his body into the door, trying to shove it open. His efforts were at first without the use of the force, but when the metal door jarred against him, he took a moment to collect himself and employ the skills had master had begun to teach him.

With the force, he gave another shove at the door and this time it fell open before him. Blaster still in hand, he stepped into the dark back hall. He fumbled for the lights, but it seemed the blast from before had hit the curcuitry.

Instead he put his blaster away and ignited the lightsaber he'd acquired in his spar with Odin on the training grounds of the Sith Order.

With the light of it, he was able to find his way, beginning the travel through the back halls of the museum.

[Rast]

Rast is a bit delayed in his actions. Unlike Leliarre, he'd been a bit more relaxed while waiting, and had nearly fallen asleep. But now he follows shortly behind Maxim with the only weapon he owns; his blaster. His is quieter than Maxim's; if he'd been in five seconds earlier he could've blown the lock without being noticed.

"Next time you feel the need to shoot, let me do it."

[Maxim Vasilijev]

He'd felt someone behind him and had paused, prepared to put whatever security guard it was out of a job - permanently.

Instead the voice that had spoken was a familiar one. A friend from the Sith Order.

He rolled his eyes at the jab to his blaster abilities. He'd been lucky he'd even gotten his back from the Corellian police force. They'd taken it from him the day he'd arrived on Corellia - just before they'd arrested him and booked him for any charges they could possibly fabricate.

It was that event that had eventually delivered him to the Order in binders. A moment he chose to forget when at all possible, for it had been somewhat humiliating.

"Maybe if you'd arrived on time, I'd have left it up to you..." He retorted.

"Down there..." They both heard a voice whisper before the hint of a flashlight could be seen. Both ducked back behind the corner, silently preparing for the sneak attack on the guards the moment they came around the bend.

[Leliarre Nightshade]

Leliarre, meanwhile, roamed the halls alone. Her lightsaber was in hand, not yet ingited, but there if she needed it. The girl kept to the shadows, moving quietly - if not completely gracefully, her growing 14-year-old self tending to become more and more awkward as time went on.

Let's see here... She thought to herself. She chose a closed door that might possibly hold something of value beyond, she reached out with the Force. Already sensing there was nobody inside, she got to work on the lock. She preferred as a rule to do such things by hand, lest she become rusty, but speed was the issue here, as was efficiency. The door swung open, the work of a few moments.

She walked inside, her sharp eyes flicking over everything in the small room, impatiently at first, then more closely. With an indignant sniff, she left. Nothing there.

Leliarre closed and locked the door behind her, and continued on deeper into the museum.

[Rast]

The guards walk right into the middle of the room without noticing either of them. Rast lifts his gun and fires. The weapon emits a low pop, and one guard falls. The other misjudges the direction of the shot and turns toward Maxim.

[Maxim Vasilijev]

Immediately the man fired, trigger happy in his fear. Maxim’s saber came up in time to deflect the bolt, though it did ricochet in the empty hallway attracting possibly more attention to them. The second shot never got off, for the apprentice had already closed the distance and with an easy sweep of the saber the man had crumpled to the floor, his blaster clattering to the ground beside him.

Maxim stooped to pick it up, nodding towards Rast as he did to move on. They weren’t going to have much time to get in deeper to the museum and get out without confrontation.

Down the hallway they continued, eventually coming to a doorway of a larger room where the beams for an alarm were set to detect intruders. It would take careful maneuvering to get through without setting off the alarm.

Maxim looked to his cohort.

"Any bright ideas?" He asked, taking in the angles of the beams as he asked.

[Dark Lord Dyzm]

Dyzm was proud of the Sith Order Warriors, they had managed to get into the building without being seen on the holocams, or giving the guards enough time to send out a cry for help.
Now, it was Dyzm's turn to open up the next door, the next path.
Head tilting back, Dyzm stares up at the ceiling above. Dyzm stabs his lightsaber upward.

In the room above, the guards sat at their monitors. Watching for any trouble.
Tilting back in his chair, Guard Chocuv stretches out his arms and yawns. It had been a long day. Turning his head lazily, he looks over at the other guard. Some old guy who got transfered down... Chocuv stares trying to remember the name, ah yes...
"Hey Gatin, go get us some Caf, I about dead here"
Gatin turns and gives Chocuv a sour look, but gets up anyways.
Half-way across the room Gatin feels his feet becoming uncomfortably warm. Looking down he gasps. The Metal floor was turning a bright red. To shocked to move, Gatin could only watch as a sinister green blade of light stabs through the floor right between his feet. Half a second later, the blade winks out. Gatin finally pulls himself together.

"Sithspawn! Chocuv sound the alarm! We have intru-"

Chocuv had just started to turn to see what the problem was when the floor exploded. Chocuv barely had time to recongnize the danger before super heated shards of flying metal tore him to pieces.


Dyzm steps out from behind the pillar which protected him from the blast. One entire side was scorched black. With a grin, Dyzm looks up at the gaping hole. Summoning his power, Dyzm leaps up into the destroyed room above. He side step the remains of the guards, re-ignites his lightsaber, and slices through the remaining computers. The Sith Warriors could now take the next step themselves.

[Rast]

"Not at the moment," Rast says.

His gun won't help him here. He can't shoot out the miniscule little machines that produce these beams...the slightest error and he'll trip the alarm.

"There's gotta be a place around here where we can shut 'em off..."

[Leliarre Nightshade]

Leliarre turned a corner, taking a quick peek around first. She walked slowly, trying not to miss anything that could be important.

She was just about to turn a corner again when she heard voices. Immediately she flattened herself against the wall.

The flicker of a flashlight spilled over the floor. " Who's there?" A voice called, trembling slightly. His voice was weak, not carrying so well as it might have had he been less worried. Lucky for that - otherwise somebody might have heard. Silence, then the man's footsteps drawing nearer.

He must have heard me walking, Leliarre thought in exasperation. The feeling subsided, replaced by the patient ease of a hunter. The flashlight bobbed, its light brighter on the walls and floor. That's right. Come closer...

The man was next to her now. He hadn't looked around the corner yet.

The split second before he did was the one Leliarre ignited her saber. Before he had the chance to yell out she took his head off in one quick stroke.

The flashlight clattered to the floor. Shoot. Hoping nobody had heard that, Leliarre picked it up and shut it off. Searching for a place to hide the body, she found a closet of some sort and kicked the man, none too gently, inside.

As she closed the door, she noticed a stairwell leading downwards. Hmm... Trying harder to keep her footsteps quiet, she followed the stairs down.

[Maxim Vasilijev]

They weren’t going to need a plan, it seemed, for only moments after the question had been issued and answered, the beams seemed to power down and shut off.

Maxim looked to Rast with a shrug of his shoulders, and the two crossed the room without delay. This brought them to another hallway and a set of stairs that led upwards to the main floors of the museum. He had memorized the floor plan, considering it a mental exercise that would perhaps save his life in the end – knowing how and where to get out.

There were two guards remaining at the door as they approached the landing.

“Sorry boys, this entrance has been locked down…” The first man began.

In that moment, both apprentices raised their blasters and fired, the guards dropping to the floor.

Maxim stepped over them and to the console. The power had been killed there as well.

There they stood, facing a steel sliding door – the goods they sought laying just on the other side.

[Rast]

"Damn, that was easy," Rast comments, holstering his blaster. "If it was Leliarre that cut the power, I owe her a kiss. If it was Dyzm, he'll just have to make do with some respect. Only problem is how to open the frikkin door. If the power's out it won't slide open itself. But then, they'd have planned for this. There'll be a way to open it manually around here somewhere."

[Maxim Vasilijev]

If it was Leliarre that cut the power, I owe her a kiss. If it was Dyzm, he'll just have to make do with some respect.

“She’s only fourteen.” Maxim reminded Rast, though, as he thought about it, he’d had to remind himself of this perhaps a few too many times since he’d met her. That would be one girl he’d be avoiding for a while…

Rast had ignored this simple fact, concentrating only on the door.

Only problem is how to open the frikkin door. If the power's out it won't slide open itself. But then, they'd have planned for this. There'll be a way to open it manually around here somewhere.

Maxim nodded and began to run his hands over the wall. There he found a lever, though it seemed to be stuck. It seems in this age of technology, the manual lever hadn’t been used all that often.

With a small tug of the force, it finally pulled loose, and the door slid open. He flashed a broad grin, the two entered the museum’s main floor.

[Rast]

"Fourteen? Wouldn't know just by looking. Hell, I'll kiss her anyways. What do I care, not like I'm trying to pick her up or anything."

Rast steps inside, glowering as he tries to remember.

"We're in here for what? Documents or goods or money or something?"

[Maxim Vasilijev]

Fourteen? Wouldn't know just by looking. Hell, I'll kiss her anyways. What do I care, not like I'm trying to pick her up or anything.

Maxim shook his head.

“You’re sick, man…” He commented as he began to move throughout the room, pulling the backpack he wore from his shoulders and setting it beside him by a bookcase.

We're in here for what? Documents or goods or money or something?

“Money is less of a concern as far as I remember. More its just anything that seems of importance….” He answered as he reached for several books – personal journals that seemed to be nearly deteriorating – and placed them into the backpack.

He wasn’t sure what they held, but if they were being protected at the museum, he suspected they likely carried information that could be of some use.

[Rast]

Rast takes a few other items, loading a bag of his own.

"Must be important. What could Dyzm use this stuff for though?

[Maxim Vasilijev]

Must be important. What could Dyzm use this stuff for though?

Maxim shrugged.

“I don’t know.” He replied. These sorts of things weren’t exactly the kind of information to be shared with someone in as lowly a position as Maxim was – a mere apprentice.

As he said this, he moved to consider the glass case in the center of the room. How to open it without completely destroying what lay inside what he was contemplating.

[Rast]

Rast turns to follow Maxim's gaze.

"We used to use glasscutters to rob places."

[Dark Lord Dyzm]

Dyzm, his face cracked in a wide manic grin turned around the corner at a dead run and slid to a halt, facing into the hall of the Jedi. One of the objectives was hidden here, hidden amongst the memories of the dead. Dyzm started walking, glancing both to the left and to the right, walking along the empty, shadowed hallway.
The vision and the Dark Prophecy had hinted to this path. Here, amongst the past memories of the warriors of light, a traitor stood. Stopping in the middle, Dyzm casts out his force sense. Sharpening it, and casting it out as if a web, covering the entire room. Then, one by one, he sent traces of anger, hate, along down the strands of his in visioned web, looking, sensing.

[Maxim Vasilijev]

We used to use glasscutters to rob places.

Maxim shook his head and grinned.

“And do you happen to carry a pair of them in your back pocket?” He asked somewhat sarcastically as he took his lightsaber in hand and considered igniting it to cut the glass case. He hadnt used it on glass before and had no idea exactly how well it wouldnt or wouldnt work.

"You ever seen one of these used on glass?" He asked.

[Rast]

"No," Rast says in response to both questions. "Might melt it. Might just cut it. Only one way to know for sure. The big question is do we wanna risk it?"

[Maxim Vasilijev]

Maxim raised an eyebrow.

“Well unless you’ve got a better suggestion, this is what Im using.” He stated as he ignited the blade.

“Besides, I don’t think we’ve got all afternoon to sit here and debate the pros and cons…”

The blade seemed to slice nicely through the glass, and moments later the two were grabbing what they could from the case.

Maxim gave Rast a quick glance.

“Anything else in here?” He asked, his eyes scanning the room a moment

[Xau Ghin]

Xau Ghin was creeping along the rooftop of the Coruscant Galactic Museum. The way he figured it he could reach rooms through the stained glass windows without having to deal with guards or holocams.

The room he was above now was somewhere in the middle of the museum, it had a giant stained glass window depicting images of the Old Republic. Beneath it Xau could see that something big was draped from the ceiling. If he remembered correctly, they were to find maps and artifacts of the Sith. Whatever it was that was draped from the ceiling could be something of use.

Xau crept along the iron framework of the stained glass window to get a better look at what it was that hung from the ceiling. The glass creaked and the iron groaned, it was going to break! Xau tried his best to scramble back to the roof but the window shattered beneath him and Xau fell through.

Looking for something to grab onto, he saw the same hanging banner from before. Xau called on the Force to move him towards the banner so he could grab it and stop his decent but he was not trained in the Force as well as he liked. Never the less he managed to reach the banner and slow his fall. He crashed to the floor and the banner covered him. The landing was rough, but nothing was broke.

Xau found his way out of the banner and looked to see two other Sith apprentices and a banner that was not a map or anything special, it read "Welcome Guests" in thirty different languages.

[Maxim Vasilijev]

As the glass crashed through the ceiling, an odd bundle in a banner falling to the floor, Maxim and Rast dove out of the way. The display case he had been working on with his saber was now smashed to pieces.

He held his saber defensively as the banner began to wiggle, and out from it came a man that he did not recognize.

“Identify yourself.” Maxim demanded, his saber raised and Rast’s blaster likely trained on the man.

The banner and the museum might have been welcoming of strangers, but the Sith apprentices were not.

[Rast]

Rast sights down his blaster at Xau, having rolled aside and come up in a crouch.

"We expect your full cooperation. Unless you'd rather I shot you up like a drug addict."

[Xau Ghin]

Xau looked at the apprentices and raised his hands in the air hopeing it would show he meant no harm to either of the two. "Whoa! Hey, I'm on your side!" Xau said. He watched the two's reaction and prepared for any event. Especially if they fired upon him, he had his blaster at his side and was ready to fire back if they did anything.

[Maxim Vasilijev]

Whoa! Hey, I'm on your side!

Maxim gave Rast a quick glance before he turned back to Xau, seemingly satisfied with his claim.

“Maybe you could make a little less noise next time…” Was Maxim’s response. Besides the lowering of his weapon to indicate that he believed the guy, he offered a grin to his comrade.

“Look, why don’t you help us grab whats not….broken…” He added, surveying the damage done by the fall.

“And then we’ve got to move on to the next room….”

[Lady Vader]

*In a room above, two guards already dispatched, their entrails spilled on the light marbled floor, a silent figure crept along the shadows to a special viewing room. Being a museum, the place had several valuable artifacts, one being a delapidated Jedi holocron, given to the museum by the Jedi as a gift for the Jedi display. The holocron did not work, but LV was sure something could be extracted from it. And even if not, it would make a lovely trophy to add to the growing collection of personal effects, lightsabers, books, and other items taken from vanquished Jedi back at the TSO Palace on Corellia.*

*Coming to the door, she lightly placed a hand on it and focused on the room inside. No live guards... but that wasn't to say there weren't any other forms of security. Bending down, she looked along the door frame, looking for any tell-tale sign of security wiring. While it was well hidden, it was no match for the prying eyes of the Dark Side. Balling her hand into a fist, she punched in the wall near the bottom left corner of the doorframe. The plaster gave way in a small cloud of dust to reveal a small metal box. Extending her claws, she gouged the tiny aluminum box and tore out it's circuits. It sputtered and spat a few times before dieing completely. But it was too easy to find the device.*

*Standing, she expanded her search through the wall, using the Force to "see" every inch of space between the wall boards. Her search yielded fruit after a minute as her senses picked up another circuit box, this one larger and further from the door. Stalking towards it, she did the same as before, only to encounter a metal plating inbedded with the plaster to protect the box. Flexing her hand, she shook her head, and removed her lightsaber from her belt and ignited it, plunging it's crimson blade into the wall, through the metal plate and the circuit box. A muffled pop and sputter emitted from in between the wall boards. When she removed the lightsaber, sparks spat themselves from the hole, indicating the circuit box had been shut down... permanently.*

*Satisfied that the security for the door was dead, she made her way back and tried the handle. Locked... but easily dealt with. Using her lightsaber again, she cut a hole where the handle was, ecompasing the part of the door frame that would hold the bolt, also cutting along the crack bewteen the door and it's frame. Shutting her saber off once the task was done, she pushed lightly on the door with one finger. It slowly swung open with no resistance, allowing her access into the room. Opposite the door, past a row of seats, was a curtained glass display case.*

*Smiling, she made her way cautiously inside, opening her senses to the Force and searching for any signs of other securities. Her senses being fully alert, she could feel the other Sith prowling below in the rest of the museum.*

[Xau Ghin]

Xau nodded his head and walked over to a piece of paper that was hung upright inside a glass case. He studied it for a moment, it was a diagram of a very old training center for Jedi padawans. Xau wasn't sure if this would of any use, but if it was and he didn't take it he would regret it. Reaching into a pouch on his belt he pulled out a glass cutter he'd obtained on Nar Shadda.

He cut the glass and removed the seperated pane from the case. Reaching in he rolled the diagram up, pulled it out and placed in a tube which he slid into a pocket in his pants.

Have you guys found anything?" He asked.

[Rast]

"Nah, not alot..."

Rast's blaster still hangs loosely from his fingertips. Xau's entrance wasn't the best one, and he still wasn't quite sure he could trust the newcomer.

"What kept you from getting here sooner? We could've used those."

[Maxim Vasilijev]

By now Maxim had moved from the room down into the hallway. Upon one of the doors was a nameplate that read ‘archives’ and it was there that he stopped.

He pressed the button to activate the door, but everything had been locked down, it seemed.

“Hey guys….in here….” He called back.

[Xau Ghin]

"I was trying to avoid using the traditional entrance, skip the bull and get to the good stuff." He said to Rast. "I figured dealing with guards and all would take longer than my way, guess I was wrong." He finished and then heard Maxim calling. "Let's see what he's found."

[Rast]

Rast just shrugs.

"Was only asking, pal."

He walks into the room with Maxim, taking a look around. Rast could honestly care less about the contents of this museum, and he's content with the stuff they've got. But if they must gather more, fine.

"What, the door doesn't open?"

[Maxim Vasilijev]

He shook his head.

"No, the stupid thing doesnt open." He conceded, pounding stubbornly on it with his fist.

"And theres no manual release like the last one."

He pointed to a hole he'd kicked into the wall beside the door.

"I thought the power source was out for it, but the wires are live." He didnt explain exactly how he knew, refusing to admit that he'd been stupid enough to fool around with them only moments ago - resulting in a rather startling shock.

"I think it just locked down automatically when the other power sources when out...maybe." He added, not really knowing much about any of this, but trying to sound as if maybe he did.

[Xau Ghin]

"Who says we need to use the door? I bet we could go through the wall or climb through the roof and over the wall." He turned to Maxim, "Don't you have a lightsaber?"

[Rast]

"Yeah, just cut a hole in the damn thing and be done with it."

[Maxim Vasilijev]

Who says we need to use the door? I bet we could go through the wall or climb through the roof and over the wall. Don't you have a lightsaber?

Yeah, just cut a hole in the damn thing and be done with it

He didn’t bother answering but instead handed the saber to Rast. He’d already learned his lesson with the wires and wasn’t ready to go back for more just yet.

But he wanted in to the archives room. He didn’t doubt that there would be disks in there that would be easy to carry and likely have some sort of useful information on them somewhere.

“Go for it.” He replied.

[Rast]

Rast shrugs.

"Hm. Fine then."

He takes the blade, engages it, and plunges it deep into the door before sweeping a huge oval cut. He kicks it in, no longer worrying or caring about guards, then hands the weapon back to Maxim.

"Simple, huh?"

[Maxim Vasilijev]

Maxim rolled his eyes.

“Lucky….” He mumbled under his breath, though certainly loud enough for his friend to hear.

Maxim disengaged the blade and stepped through the hold Rast had kicked in.

He found himself in a room, kept extremely cool to preserve the documents.

There were file cabinets lining the walls and Maxim went immediately to one, tugging at the drawer that would not open.

“For christ’s sake…” he swore in exhasperation, his fist banging angrily against the metal drawer

[Rast]

These are simple file cabinets; the kind he would break into at school if he needed to steal test answers for a friend. With all the heavy security outside, Rast doubts if they're locked.

"Pull this little square by the handle towards it with your thumb and see if that doesn't open it."

Rast indicates the inconspicuous little switch with a gesture.

[Xau Ghin]

Xau found a little sqaure on a cabinet near him. He pushed it in and pulled. It opened with ease. He looked in the direction of Maxim to see if he could open the drawer.

[Maxim Vasilijev]

Maxim scowled, pulling open the drawer after pushing in the button. His anger sometimes got the best of him, making his decisions rash and not at all thought out.

Inside the drawer he found hundreds of disks filed perfectly in order.

“I think we should grab these and get the heck out of here…” He stated, trying to brush off his moment of complete stupidity only seconds before.

[Southstar]

Southstar was doing his best to pilot the transport ship and bring it close enough to the museum roof to pick up the team of sith who had broken in. Hopefully it wouldn't be long before they arrived, someone was sure to see the ship and suspect something. Soon enough the Coruscant police would be there.
"Hurry up guys." He said under his breath.

[Maxim Vasilijev]

As carefully as he could in his haste, Maxim set the disks within his backpack. He had no idea what they were for, only that a locked room of file cabinets full of disks was bound to have some worth. Otherwise….the room would not have been locked.

Moments later he looked to Xau and Rast.

“You guys ready to get out of here?” He asked, giving a quick look to his chrono. They had been in there long enough, and he could hear the hover of a ship outside. It was either the Order to pick them up, or the authorities. And they were going to have to take the chance.

Through the halls they moved, back toward the staircase where they began to climb, step after step as they made their way toward the roof top.

[Southstar]

Southstar looked out the transparisteel window and saw flashing lights in the distance. It was most definitely the Coruscant police. Southstar left the pilot's seat and left it on auto pilot a few meters above the rooftop. There was one concussion missile tube on the ship, however it was inoperable. Fortunatly, there was one missile that should have been unloaded, but due to someone's laziness it hadn't

Southstar held it with the Force and moved it out of the ship through the entrance. Doing his best to concentrate he launched the missile in the direction of the closing lights.

[Maxim Vasilijev]

The door to the rooftop flew open just in time for the one leading the charger, Maxim, to see the missile go off.

Cursing in surprise, for the thing had been moving in their direction and missed the exit by a little too close for comfort, he gave a good look at the ship.

Yes, it was one of the Sith Order, and better yet, Southstar was standing at the doorway of the hatch. He stepped out and waved everyone on towards the ship.

Running across the rooftop, he yelled to Southstar to lower the planks for boarding.

[Southstar]

The ramp lowered to its full extent but it was still a few feet off the ground, within jumping level. "Let's go! Let's-" Southstar was cut off by the deafening blast. The police speeder wouldn't be anymore trouble, but more than likely there were to be more on their way.

The group finished boarding the craft and Southstar took to the controls. He lifted the ramp to close position and the ship exited the atmosphere soon to be on a hyperspace route to Corellia. By the time the Coruscant police knew what happened the Sith would long gone.

[imported_Firebird1]

* Most impressive thought Firebird1 as he watched the ship begin to pull out of the atmosphere. Although he had known members of their group for a long time, he had never seen them in action like tonight. They did very well. So Dyzm's group has trained well, yet this is only a simple target with no interferance from else where. I wonder what would happen if next time there was someone stronger then these guards. thought Firebird1 with a smile.*