Retribution and Justice (Neive)

[Raphael Xandir]

With the orders, Raphael turned his ship around hoping to be in unison with Warvanus. His scanners stretched out across the emptiness of space as it looked for the ship coming in. In the distance a tiny star craft could be seen, the reports of the scans coming back to both members of the Sith. A red hologram of the ships layouts came over the dash of his Headhunter as the young man dissected the information. The Ship couldn’t be boarded but they could attempt to disturb its flight path towards Roche if they wanted to.

Eyes looked out the cockpit searching for his flight mate. Raphael opened up communications between him and Warvanus, “Warv, full speed ahead. Lets stay cautious though.”

The ships thrusters jumped forward as Raphael began tapping away again at the information on his dash. Collecting all the information he had acquired, he forwarded it to the holowatches of all the members on the asteroids of Roche. Upon entering the facility, his father would soon be greeted by one of his Verpine operatives. They would provide him with all he needs during his time on Roche, to thwart the enemy.

Another transmission went out to the operatives on Roche, “Lord Blood will be there shortly. See to it that this fool knows what we are capable of.”

Within a moment the two were approaching the unidentified ship in the distance, it movements seeming startled. The two slowed down as it followed the ships every movement, maintaining a safe distance.

Raphael and Warv would hail the ship, “Starwing, you are in Sith Space. Identify yourself or prepare for the repercussions.”

Raphael awaited a response while signaling Warv to prepare for the bombing.

[Kell Sangros]

He listened to the chatter on the comm. All units reporting, this was good. He glanced down and caught the blip on his radar. Just as Lord Blood tasked them to make the incoming craft to submit.
In unison with Raphael he broke formation and flew with Raphael and switched his comm channel so only he could hear him

“Affirmative, I see him Silver it looks too small to board” he confirmed. The craft appeared to be about the size of a shuttle. He pushed the thrust control forward increasing it’s thrust, he flew along side Silver. When they got to the safe distance he cut back on the thrust control, so he was matching speed with Raphael.

He could hear Raphael address the starwing, his sensors confirmed it, he was giving the ship to identify itself. Something Warvanus was not sure that he would have. His instincts urged him to shoot first ask questions later. For now he stayed his hand. But to show they meant business he would power up his weapons anyway, his laser and ion cannons were primed and ready as were the missles now armed and ready to be unleashed.

He maintained a safe distance, and commed Silver on their private channel “Say the word and I will unleash Hell on them” he wondered how long Raphael would give them before things got fun and by fun he really meant aggressive.

[Rahab Aapofi]

"Perhaps," She replied, after taking a final drag from her pipe. Maybe Rahab would tell Kressara about her past someday. Maybe not. She felt the less the others knew about her the better. She was fairly certain the Sith above her could sort through her thoughts and pluck them out of her head like folders from a cubical tower. And Rahab was just as certain that Kressara did not possess this ability and so, was in no hurry to fill this safe space between them with her baggage.

She looked over at the fellow hopeful. Rahab wished she would pin her hair back. Having it all loose like that made her vicariously nervous. Sometimes, Kressara's hair reminded her of Mercy. And sometimes, she would wonder if there was a certain kind of connection there. But that wasn't a topic she'd dare broach with anyone. She had her own hair meticulously braided and pinned back proper; all tucked neatly under a veil.

The two women were similar in height, shared a few interests that had made bonding between them come easy and both had a kind of congeniality that Sith they were acquainted with sorely lacked. Out from under the eyes of the powerful men they served, Rahab thought Kressara had a different sort of air about her. When the two were alone together, the other woman was courtly, collected and calm. And Rahab knew this; that she was being given a private showing of what she believed to be Kressara's true nature. It was something she assumed Kressara was proud of to have cultivated within herself and Rahab enjoyed nurturing these traits in her peer. It was because then; this side of Kressara became all of Rahab's to have.

Her thoughts were interrupted by Raphael's voice over the communication device.

"What a bother," Rahab complained; after flicking carelessly thought the information her Lord's son had sent via the hologram watch (which was a tool that Rahab greatly enjoyed using). She was fully aware her comm device was still on, but she was annoyed that her day was being encroached upon like this and everyone was going to hear about it.

Unhurriedly, she stowed her pipe away in a pocket that she had sewn into the underside of the armor she was wearing. It was only the upper half of a light combat suit and it hung a bit loose on her slight frame, enough for her to move a hand freely under it with ease. The pocket had enough room for her pipe and her vibroknife. It was uncharacteristic that Rahab would conceal a weapon, but she had no real intention of using it in such away. The hopeful hoped that it would not come down to that.

She let Kressara take the lead, purposefully trailing behind her. Roche's gravelly surface crunched under her dark boots, which could be seen only because her grey robe had a rather long tear at the bottom. Unlike the hole-riddled and worn thing she was wearing, her boots were new. Something she bought recently for herself, with her own credits. Lord Blood provided Rahab with many fine things, but she did not partake of them as readily like her compatriots did. She followed along, in silence, until some sort of structure took shape in the distance, protruding from the rock's landscape like a cancerous growth. Rahab was feeling anxious, and tho she loathed to admit it, it was more in anticipation of her Lord drawing near than of fear of what laid before them.

[Kressara Thryn]

Kressara paid close attention to the coordinates and made note of them before once again disengaging her comlink. So, it seemed this simple patrol detail wouldn’t be so easy going after all. Breathing in deeply the smoke tinged air, Kressara stretched every muscle at once to limber up as the sounds of cracking bones snapped beneath her flesh. Once satisfied with her loosened up joints the girl pulled her hood down further and turned to Rahab as if waiting for something. After a few seconds Kressara realized that her partner was just as hesitant to take the lead, so the once was farm girl just offered a smile and stepped up to the plate.

“If we end up fighting today, I have your back.” She didn’t expect the favor to be returned, but the confidence of knowing her partner was fighting for her safety as well as the success of the mission would no doubt strengthen their work together.

With that Kressara was off. She broke into a fast paced jog over the rocky terrain and glided over any obstacles with growing ease. She was nimble before, but her urges to rise as a powerful asset to the Sith inspired her to focus on every action when she actually cared to prove herself. Caution not to leave Rahab behind was given as the two neared the facility in which their target was hidden. Excitement started burning at her nerve endings and her mind geared into that of a hunter, all of that peaceful energy she gave off earlier transforming to something both chaotic and controlled. Kressara was no doubt ready to face whatever enemy they may encounter so much so that every movement reflected her desires to seek out this threat and eliminate it. She had been so absorbed in this “seek and destroy” mindset that when Lord Blood’s frame came into view before the facility, she nearly counted him in as a possible enemy. Quickly however she recognized the man as one of the first Sith she’d ever met, a creepy fellow in her personal opinion, but one of the only Sith she’d had run ins with that didn’t try to beat her to some degree. Given her new found appreciation for his faction, Kressara was fast to change gear and approach him with less violent enthusiasm than her energy might give off.

“Lord Blood.” Kressara spoke his name in greeting, already her voice held more confidence than it had when they first met in person.

“You’ll be accompanying us?”

She stood ready to resume her hunt for the rat within their walls and waited for her lord’s answer, though every second she spent standing still when she knew someone was running a muck was causing a build up of all that forward momentum. She wasn’t truly blood thirsty by any sith’s definition of the word, but the thought of a threat lurking about her people made her so anxious to destroy the intruder that her teeth were almost chattering.

[Rhoden Carbine]

Rhoden cursed as the fighters approached, faster than he'd expected by far. He could only imagine they had an actual Force user among them to have detected his ship. Dot beeped a shrill warning, they had powered up their weapons. "Starwing, you are in Sith Space. Identify yourself or prepare for the repercussions." Rhoden growled to himself, "I'll give you repercussions, should've let me go." he said.

It was too late to escape, they'd vaporize him before he could make the jump, and he certainly couldn't stall them for very long. He threw the ship into a sharp curve, ignoring the shots which sizzled through the space he had just vacated and splashed off his shield. "Dot give me those false sensor readings you got." he said. Dot beeped a question even as he complied, "Because if this was a simple Sith trap they wouldn't have needed to bother with our little passenger. Which means someone else is out here too, and I'd take anything over Sith." he said. The readings flashed on screen, splitting it between the true readings and the false.

It was a small asteroid, and while he did detect the presence of what could only be Sith forces on it the modified readings showed several life signs in what appeared to be cells--and in what were either new or abandoned levels of the facility. "Taking us in, worst case scenario it's a double-layered trap and we all blow up, not too bad, right?" Rhoden asked. Dot beeped mournfully.

[Neive Undant]

Neive didn't have time to think over the situation. His helmet concealed his face, but not his aura. He needed to-

The second the trio walked in, the vibe around him turned heel. What was once a small bit of darkness within the usual peace that Neive fought to hold was replaced... with terror. Anger, hatred.
It almost wasn't Neive at all. At least not who he was now.

He looked up at the 3 figures in front of him, immediately noticing the man in the center.

"ari Blood... Zhol ai tukodi zo lurzisakvu harrix mes galas macij."

Neive's eyes practically glowed yellow. The dark side seemed to have practically consumed him.
But there was a part of him there, only buried deep within what stood before the 3 now.

Neive eyed the metal handle at his waist, the belt ring on the pommel secured as Neive awaited a response from the group before him.

((OOC Translation: "Lord Blood, it has been a long time since we last met."))

[Master Buggie]

((OOC: Neive, again, no more of that Sith speak. Put the translation somewhere in your post.

Either write <<Lord Blood, it has been a long time since we last met.>>, or write it the way you did and put an OOC tag (double parenthesis and bold the message, just like this) at the end of your post with the translation.))

[Slade Xandir]

Blood neared his two females as he went ground-based, his armor almost reminiscent as a Krayt dragon roving at swift speeds on it's own hunt. Draconic armor shone in the lights of overpass, bringing the glow of scarlet within the crevices of his armor to a spectrum almost more sinister than if it loomed in the dark. The helmet was snugly on place over his face, cruel and wicked horns jutting from his helm in a matching pair with spines and scales that were his armor. Clawed boots dug firmly into the rock, giving him eased and comfortable travel as he made easy leaps and turns within expert cardio practice.
It hadn't taken long before he met up with both Rahab and Kressara who too were on the move.

"Most definitely, miss Kressara. I wouldn't let you both run across an enemy on your own. Not yet, atleast. There are enemies that we have who have evaded our eye for far too long. While some are mere pests who's venom does nothing, some serpents are simply not allowed to live. Let's make sure of it, shall we?"

His gaze swung to Rahab, golden irises unseeable from the deep abysmal eye sockets of the helm, but that would only further the effect he wanted to have as he spoke to the robed woman. "Mind your tongue, Rahab." He didn't need to threaten her- he didn't have to. The woman knew who she rolled with, and what they were all capable of. And he would have to admit; some of the best tortures he had inflicted were behind closed doors.

Turning his gaze back affront them all, Blood and his trio came upon the solitary figure guarded in armor and a helm. But upon immediate approach, the figure spoke, and Blood felt the echo of those syllables bear down on his mind in a profoundly irritating way. He knew that voice entirely way too well. Memories sparked aloud the things Slade had to deal with, as well as the time when he, as a Hunter, had been sent to put this man down several times. Neive, this fellow was, and alive was something that he too, was.

Something twitched incredibly strange in his mind, delivering a dose of more hysterical effect from Blood.

"Neive! How have you been? It's been far too long since I've laid sense on you. Long time no see."

As he spoke, his wrists were flicked a single time each, and both sabers shot into his terrifyingly clawed gloves, fanged saber hilts gleaming like a nightmarish monster's fangs in his grasp.

"Entertain us with the story as to why you are back within our realm. Please. I beg of you. And this time, make it last longer than the oncoming slaughter."

[Raphael Xandir]

Raphael watched comically as the ship began to maneuver away from imaginary shots towards it. It was almost as if the pilot had expected them to fire on them immediately, but they in fact did not do that yet. The young man looked over at his companion ship with Warvanus inside, he wondered if the warrior was thinking the same thing he was. They must have been dealing was another mad man or a simple fool it seemed.

As the ship threw itself into a curve, the two assault ships of the Sith sat there and waited for the pilot to make a commitment on its direction. A transmission to his comrade, “Don’t fire upon it. Lets follow him and see how this plays out.”

As the ship finally changed direction towards the Roche asteroid field, Raphael put his Headhunter into gear and thrust it forward. They followed him towards the facility, making scans of their own. The scans came up what he had expected for the Sith Facility. It was a technology facility operated by the Verpine species, their main interest was technology manufacturing, nothing to do with cells or abandoned levels of any facility. There were Sith on the ground of Roche, but no prisoners at all.

As the targeted ship made its descent towards one of the landing pads, so did Raphael. He made would dock his ship close to the targeted one in attempt to cut him off inside.

Another transmission to Warvanus, “Let’s head him off inside, it seems the fool is making things easy for us.”

Raphael would make adjustments for his ship to stay running, in the care of a Verpine operative just in case they needed a faster exit.

[Kell Sangros]

“Don’t Fire upon it. Let’s follow him and see how this plays out” he could hear Silver saying over the comm. He would have nodded if he knew Silver saw him, he hit the switch “Roger that” and with that he put the Starchaser into gear to match speed with Raphael’s headhunter. He flew side by side with Raphael as they pursued this lone ship.

They approached the facility this would be interesting he thought to himself. He saw Raphael make an approach to the landing pad, He switched to the channel he and Raph shared.

“Im not going to make this easy on our little friend here” he said

Warvanus had done a sensor sweep and knew this was a technological facility. As the intruder approached Warvanus locked and fired a couple of shots from the blaster cannons in his direction intending to shoot him down. Warvanus edged on, as he slowly began his approach