SithLore

The Oracle. A sith prison transport of sorts, but mainly only used for special prisoners, usually meant to transport jedis or important figures. As the ship left the atmosphere of kashyyk, a precense was easily sensed inside the ship, conflicting sides of the force battling over the vessel as his body shook in anger. Two droids manned the pilot's station as the ship flew, not knowing what awaited.

**Hours later**

An imperial destroyer blockaded the border of the imperials and alliance, as the small transport flew past. Soon, the vessel was caught, the imperial's tractor beam grabbing hold and slowly pulling it underneath it. The droids tried to make contact with Onderon, to no avail. Soon, the transport was docked and being boarded, only two rooms the stormtroopers had to invade: The cockpit and the holding cell. They watched the back chamber as it slowly opened, grey smoke pouring out. Two black blades ignited, and the fight was on.

Neive flew out of the chamber, slicing two troopers' legs and bringing his blades across their chests. He brought his right blade down to reflect a shot and the other to decapitate the man to his right, before jumping back, both blades driving into the chest of the last trooper in the room. His anger was finally manifested and he was finally free. He stood and walked towards the bridge of the ship, breathing heavily from the quick but intense actions.

She stood with her red armor and helmet at the bridge awaiting her orders. Kota's presence was masked(force mask) since the last encounter with the Sith. "Sir we have captured a small transport, sending our crew to investigate." She heard over the com. It was silent after that, there was no response, no check, nothing. Someone was on the transport clearly capable of handling themselves, however she stood waiting. She didn't have orders to engage or investigate, that was the troopers jobs.

The Night Runner was a small ship nothing fancy, just a skirmisher really, more of a shuttle with a little speed. It broke orbit of Kashyyyk to follow the departure of the Oracle. A ship with too many questions attached to it leaving from the Alliance controlled planet. The crew of the Night Runner were on a mission, intelligence gathering, perhaps a sort of training mission, but mainly track the Oracle.

The crew sat quietly as the ship flew through hyperspace following the trail of the Oracle, among them was a man in crudely carved devil's mask helmet, in a long coat with beskar plates weaved into the lining (substitute Antarian Rager Amror). Beside him rested a sword which screamed out to those who could feel it, with a massive connection to the Ebb (darkside). He was prepared for war his trusty Blastech T-21 and stun gauntlets, all ready for action.

His hood was drawn up and he sat alone quiet helmet down and eyes closed. He was as nameless as his sword in so many ways, but for the time being he was known simply as the Wayist.


The Night Runner shot out of hyperspace and veered off the course they had been set on. Things were not going to be as simple as following the Oracle now.

"Oh sithspawn! Imperial blockade... alright boys, get ready we're about to be treated to some native Imperial hospitality."

*Arda station
Sith Installation

The Merciless- a slightly modified YT-2000 sat alone in an empty hangar bay. A few modified b1 droids and the protocol droid were outside, making sure the ship was refueled, and dealing with port authority here. Not that there was much authority to speak of, thankfully those of the Order basically got free reign in Sith Space.

Dastan sat in the cockpit at the terminal next to his RX pilot droid. Bored, scrolling aimlessly through intelligence reports looking for something about his current errand. Locating a sith craft that was rather expensive that went missing some time ago. It was a prisoner transport, and while they weren't incredibly expensive, they certainly weren't cheap to outfit a craft that could feasibly hold and transport a jedi, or other high value targets who were adept in the use of the force.

"The barabel twins were right." The tone in his voice mas amused, and slightly surprised. "I've picked up some transmissions of a modified prisoner transport outside of Kashyyk." He sat up straight from his slouched position, nearly lying backward into his chair. "How about that...?"

There was no reason not to trust them, however. They quickly acquiesced to his leadership after cutting their master down before them. They were powerfully dangerous warriors, and had a good command over intimidation as well as the logistics in running the Sith Order's penitentiaries. They ran the main one on Ziost, holding some of the Order's own before their public execution, or other Jedi, or force users who would not bend the knee- but still held information that was needing to be extracted. Keeping prisoners was not necessarily a Sith tradition, so the prison systems under Sith Order watch were surprisingly low in number.

"Who the hells wants a prisoner transport fitted to transfer force adherents anyhow...?"

"Ugh.." He groaned to himself. "Not sure if I should commend those two reptiles, or kill them. Especially if that prisoner transport was stolen from 'them'." hie eyes narrowed at the thought. Then the memory flashed into his mind of him executing their master before them.

Unlikely, they had only inherited the position recently after the warfare on Moraband. The previous warden ran a fairly fast and loose operation. Not a lot to look after, so became lax over time.

*"Master, I believe we should investigate further. But to get a clearer idea of what we're looking at, we need to get closer..." RX added, what Dastan considered the obvious. He didn't respond to RX, but he exhaled in a sigh, and pressed the radio button to send a communication to his protocol droid who was brokering the fuel expense.

"3p0, head back in. We've got our destination. We sufficiently fueled?"

"*Yes, Master. We are fueled and ready to depart."

Dastan stood from the captain's chair, and turned to the door at the back of the cockpit. "RX, take us coreward on the Perlemian trade route. We'll get closer, and on a main traffic highway. We need to confirm without a doubt that's the ship we're looking for." The door hissed open, then he walked through and headed to cargo bay where the droids were docked.


He heard the hydraulic door shut down the hallway, meaning the droids were in. "3p0, give the 'go ahead' to RX to take off." He barked down the hall so the droid could hear before he arrived.

"*As you say, Master." He heard the digital voice reply.

From a distance, the Rage would have seemed but a small grey speck in the larger scope of Kashyyyk space. Upon closer inspection however, there was no mistaking the imposing and powerful frame of an Imperial I Class Star Destroyer. It had initially been assigned to the region in the interests of border patrol, though that simple task had not proven great in duration; indeed, one stray ship was becoming more and more of a nuisance. Acting Captain Doren Vassyl grimaced with distaste as he watched four of his comrades meet their grizzly end via a delayed holofeed. Whoever this was, they clearly weren't interested in getting rescued. Rather than indulge civility, they'd chosen the path of criminal offense, and it was incumbent on Vassyl to play the role of prosecutor, judge, and jury. Conversely, the role of executioner lay with his masked associate, who'd remained stoically silent as always throughout the affair.

The Grand Inquisitor was nothing if not composed, though her occasionally lack of empathy never failed to catch Doren the wrong way. Nonetheless, they had work to do. Vassyl was about to give the pursuit order when one of countless deckhands drew his attention to yet another signal entering the system. "Onscreen", Doren commanded, as he began to study the form of what seemed to be an augmented shuttlecraft. Rebel or mercenary, this interloper would see a thorough examination before penetrating any further into Imperial occupied space. Turning about, Vassyl addressed his XO, "Lieutenant, hail the unknown vessel and have them throttle back their engines, and launch a fighter squadron to escort them in. If the ship attempts to resist they are to disable if possible, and destroy if necessary". Doren's confidant saluted in affirmation, and set to work bringing his will to fruition.

Floating his attention back to his caped collaborator, Vassyl continued on, "M'lady, if you would, take two squads and greet our guest in the hangar bay; exercise extreme prejudice, and make use of whatever techniques you deem appropriate". Regardless of how skilled this assassin might be, they would be more than outmatched by Kota and eighteen of the Empire's finest. Doren's eyes narrowed as he focused back on the errant vessel that lay ahead. Hopeful, the one ship was by its lonesome; had it any larger friends nearby, the Commander could quickly find himself in dire straits. The titanic strength of the Rage aside, it was but one cruiser very near to enemy territory. With the flagged captain of the Star Destroyer on sick leave, Vassyl had not shied away from a temporary assignment; although, throughout the posting he could not shake a characteristic sense of foreboding as their TIE squadron went careening out and over the hull. With any luck, things would die down once the intruder was captured.

Aboard the shuttlecraft Night Runner
Near the Imperial I Class Star Destroyer Rage
Kashyyyk system, Mytaranor sector

The Jedi Coalition had deployed Master Han Xin and his young Padawan to the Night Runner to assist this mysterious 'Wayist' on his trip to the Mytaranor sector for reconnaissance on the Oracle; a special prison for Force users. The Jedi Master held a face between serene and expressionless, hands crossed beneath the overflowing sleeves of black robes. When it came to Force Prisons, usually operated with the help of the ysalamiri and their Force-neutralizing 'bubbles', one would usually expect Sith to make up most of the prisoners.

The Master did not want his Apprentice near the Sith anytime soon.

Annan stood beside his Master concealed with a similar black robe, although he appeared noticeably bulky underneath that robe especially considering how scrawny he was. Upon being debriefed the details of this mission, his Master had ordered the green-eyed Padawan to be fully combat-ready. Needless to say, the Padawan was attired in his Antarian Ranger uniform underneath his black robes, his old T-21 light repeating blaster - a standard-issue, rapid-fire weapon produced by BlasTech Industries, strapped to his back, and his training lightsaber clipped to his left hip. Beside him stood his twin sister-like aunt, the raven-haired maiden concealed underneath a silken green robe and hood, and beside her were Bigweld 2.0, his SEP-1 unit, and Drop, his BB-unit that was in fact an Espionage droid.

Each and and every single of them was dead serious, Master Xin's foreborne yet foreboding attitude washing over the lot of them - even the droids, for once, were quiet.

"Oh sithspawn! Imperial blockade... alright boys, get ready we're about to be treated to some native Imperial hospitality."

Ani's hand rested on his blaster, knowing his training lightsaber wouldn't be of much use here. Master Han Xin, on the other hand, maintained his expression of Jedi serenity despite all odds. Zulara grit her teeth, but otherwise remained impassive.

Something told Ani he was in over his head here, as he saw the fighter squadron disengage from the Star Destroyer. Yet, he wished he had come on his YTs instead.

Neive calmed himself down a bit as he made his way towards the bridge. He knew he couldn't allow himself to succumb to his anger. He breathed and thought for a minute, before darting off from his path towards the bridge and towards the tractor beam generators. He knew as long as that beam was online, there was no chance of him escaping. So he had to remedy that fact, and quickly.
The force guided his path towards the generators, showing him the way to the generators while avoiding most trooper patrols. Neive's senses were honed, that much was apparent. However, Neive wasn't sure how much he was willing to show yet, but he knew if he was to escape this, he would have to fight well...
Through a window, looking out into the vaccum of space, he saw the alliance ship. "Blast... they actually came to rescue me." The surprise from his voice was suppressed as his volume was but a whisper, but he knew that this gave him all the more reason to shut down the tractor beams, and at least help them escape if he could not. He may have been strayed from the path of the jedi, but for the moment he knew that he couldn't betray them. Not yet, at least...

The orders came through and Rhoden sighed. "So much for peace and quiet." he said as he slid off his bunk and began putting on his flight suit.

"The maintenance is further delayed I see," Rhoden's protocol droid said as Rhoden walked into the hangar and began checking his TIE Interceptor's readings. "One might think you want to be vaporized." the droid continued with a tone that was annoyingly smug--and uncomfortably hopeful. "And one might think that you want me to die, perhaps I should reprogram you again." Rhoden said, climbing onto the fighter and dropping into the seat. The last thing he heard before his cockpit sealed was the droid's reply "Sadistic and sarcastic or bumbling and fearful, there is no middle ground!"

"Interceptor Delta One ready, squadron?" Rhoden said, listening as the rest of the squadron reported in. "Launch, you have your flight orders." Rhoden said, thinking dark thoughts about the flight commander for having pinned him with standard TIE's. The TIE Fighters assumed a V formation with Rhoden's Interceptor in the center. The formation fell in behind the shuttle, altering its formation accordingly.

After hearing from Commander Vassyl's orders she moved motioning for the squads to follow. Kota made her way to where the ship was brought on board. She found the dead guards and no sign of the one who had been a board. "Spread out find them." She said. Kota opened a com. "Commander two guards are dead and the pilot missing." She said.