Sith Mission: Party Of The Damned

The reverberations of the starship touching down on hard ground at long last was a pleasant feeling. When one's species spends all their time around water, it is difficult enough getting used to constantly being on land, never mind in space. Though there was hardly a harsher place for him than the dried, dusted planet of Korriban for pushing his survival skills to the limit. Space was different, but the main reason he didn't like it as much as a good solid land is the artificial gravity. Floating around with very little power over your movements can hinder you in combat, and if you struggle in combat you are better off dead.

These were the thoughts passing through the Nautolan's mind as the feeling of the planet's pull finally breached his senses over the grasping of the ship's systems. He flexed a hand as though it were stiff, though in reality he was almost constantly in a state of preparation - especially before he had to do something important. And what he was going to do now was indeed important. There was a mission set for the group he was travelling with. Dark deeds to be done, but his black eyes shone with anticipation at being able to prove his prowess against actual opponents for the first time in a long time. His isolation had been prolonged, and exhausting on the mind.

No longer though, as he now travelled with others like him. Others who were keen to use the Force to make what they wanted come to fruition. He could feel their presence even now. The Wookiee who hardly let anything slip, but was more powerful than he would let on outside of a combat area, possibly hoping for a massive display of power. The human, the ally of the Wookiee, who was steadfast and equally as strong, and respected by the Wookiee, which counts for something in a fight. And the Sith, the one who was supposedly great with a lightsaber. There was little doubt that this could easily be the case, and yet there was still the difference of being told someone was great, and seeing it for yourself. The Nautolan knew he was good with a saber, but that had all been solitary work in the deserts, perfecting his skills to be ready to destroy all those who had failed him.

And now he was soon to get his chance. Prove himself worthy, and be prized amongst those Dark Jedi held close to the embrace of the strongest of the Sith. The one who called himself a Sith Lord. Though he had shown little of his power, it was enough to sense that it was a tiny fraction. He had enough power to corrupt planets if he saw the need, and focused enough. At least, that was the interpretation felt when the Nautolan had focused on him during that short saber sparring. It would be interesting to see how things wouled develop. Maybe training would be conducted at some time. Training, power, practice, perfection, domination, victory. The things he craved most though. Perfection and power. He would train himself to be perfect, and he would be more powerful. The power gained he would mold into a perfect form.

Jaa rolled his head to the side. The bones inside gave a crack as they loosened, giving him the satisfying feeling around the top of the spine. Rolling his shoulders back he considered the options available to the Dark Jedi concerning their mission. Kill a private army and some aristocrats, ensuring that two key targets were identified and eliminated. He could do that easily, but only once inside. It would be impossible for them to catch them all if they were to just storm inside one entrance. Get a reason for them all to be gathered. Knock out the power, trip the security doors, and then let the massacre begin. There would be no mercy. Not from the Sith, and not from him.

Xerron stretched and felt the stiffness leave his body.
He'd practiced honeing his skills after they seperated to the various parts of the Blockade Runner, after everyone told their respective stories. Xerron used Force Cloak to make himself dissapear visibly and Force Conceal to hide his presence in the Force for longer periods of time.
Xerron still chuckled occasssionally, recalling Zaatarr's Force Jethrow that he'd received only a short time ago, when explaining the Wookiee's talents. It seems Zaaltarr has a sense of humor after all[/i] Xerron thought musing to himself as he de-cloaked for the final time.
He'd felt the Blockade Runner enter the atmosphere and now felt in the force the direction the ship's pilot was taking.
Standing up, Xerron pinged Zaaltarr in the force reflexively, and made his way to the Main Hold.
Xerron's focus on the mission to come was visible but, his excitement was hidden deep within himself. He didn't speak to anyone as he strode toward the Main Hold. If any were to sense him in the force, he would feel like a weapon in human form, cold, ruthless and determined but, above all, focused on the task soon to come.
Now to find out how we go about this mission.
I wonder if Lord Eurachis will let me utilize my skills and recon the party. I would really enjoy that. It'd be like I was back on Kashyyyk hunting Trandoshans. They've never seen me at my true potential. I look forward to showing them[/i].
Xerron was confident his attire wouldn't draw any undue attention if he simply strolled into the party area but, he left his hood down anyway. Better not to attract any attention at all Xerron thought as he pulled the half mask down. Xerron's face was exposed for all to see and if it hadn't been for the fact that he was here to kill all the people at the party, he probably would have looked like a common human male with buzzed brown hair and blue eyes.
Xerron was ready to kill mercilessly and he sensed so was Zaaltarr.
Xerron smiled and a cold gleam placed itself in his eyes, as he arrived in the Main Hold and awaited instructions from Lord Eurachis.

(( sorry its late.. and sorry its short... im having trouble channeling eurachis.... he doesnt seem to be playful at the moment....))

As the ramp descended Eurachis moved to the anti-chamber, through to the loadout area, grabbed his cloak, throwing it over him, and walked to where everyone else was waiting. He nodded in their direction as he came upon them. His Aura of darkness, if you could call it that.... this passive ball of negative energy that surrounded him, whipping at everything within a 5 foot radius, was now being surpressed, hidden beneath his cloak. The foolish underlings Iniquitous had sent him with deserved no right to bear witness to the true darkness he held within his heart. He would not show them until the time was right, or when it presented itself.

"We are now on the target planet. The location of the party---" He tapped a few buttons on his screen of the datapad, "--should now be uploaded to each of your pads. We will need some recon Information, I want to know entrances, exits, escape routes, auxillary/ emergency exits. I want to know security, how much, and what are the routines. Use your eyes and ears. Concentrate. The darkside of the force is a pathway to many abilities, some consider unnatural... Show me what you can do. I would rather execute the aristocrats systematically then by barging in with brute force... not that the method just mentioned is off the tables... But lets see what we can find." He turned abruptly, and walked down the ramp. In front of him was the banking clan's home planet... and now also the Headquarters for the Sith empire.

He slid down the walkway making his way to the pathway that lead to the commerce center and town square. e probed for anything out of the ordinary then Turned back to the group following him. "Xerron, take your wookie and see what you can find out about the living quarters of the names on the list I provided you with. Jaa, do as i asked about reconnaissance.. I need to know before nightfall."

Then Eurachis walked off.... he would send them the address of the safe house once he had reconnoitered one.

When Eurachis had arrived once again, Jaa was not sure how he felt. Eurachis was different, and Jaa felt himself moving slightly away from him to a more comfortable position. He wasn't sure, looking back, whether it was from intimidation, fear, admiration or respect, but whatever Eurachis had done between getting on and getting off the ship, it was incredibly impressive. Jaa was happy now though. With the information on his datapad, it was his chance to put his hunting skills to use on a planet not swarming with sand. Locating multiple organisms instead of just some food would be a change, for certain, and he was looking forward to it.

He bid the others good fortunes, trusting for the first time in their competency in succeeding in their mission, before heading off on his own. He made sure to cover distance fast and silently to distance himself from the other Dark Jedi. If he was spotted with them it would make investigations very difficult for them all. Rushing from the starship to the nearest building, he scaled it with shocking speed. His physical strength, amplified by his Force power, enabled him to reach the roof of the 40-something foot building in a few minutes. He could sense the life in the city, not even awakened yet. It was early morning, and he wanted to spend as much time investigating the party location as possible.

Checking his datapad he found the new information from Eurachis. Very helpful, obviously. The party location would be more than 20 minutes walking distance from here. He had been on that starship for quite a while though, so the thought of some Force-assisted sprinting quite appealed to him. He shook himself up a little, forcing his heart to pump the blood faster. The city before him fluctuated, spreading out more as his eyes adjusted to the extra adrenaline flowing in his blood. A cold wind whipped across the roof - the signal for him to go. He lunged from standing position into his sprint, almost flying to the edge of the building and propelling from the edge like a gymnast. He covered the distance to the next building with ease, landing and continuing to run.

The next building would require him to gain height, so as he leapt he aimed between two vertical pillars, jumping between each, gaining height each time. Once at the top he leapt from one, soaring towards the roof of the target structure. He spun and somersaulted, landing on his feet perfectly and pausing for a fraction of a second before continuing his run. The buildings were increasing in height the further he could see, and he got the feeling he would need to gain more height quite soon. He approached the edge of this rooftop, seeing that there was no building ahead for him to leap to. Instead he jumped, grasping the corner of another nearby building and swinging himself round. He paused on a ledge, seeing a building just below him. He launched down, landing and rolling, before walking towards the far edge.

The building ahead was sloped, and Jaa took this hint as a way for him to quickly ascend to the skies. He took a few steps back, pushing himself for the leap. His body was in perfect form and this was all too easy for him. He could hear the vehicles all around him, probably unaware of his presence. He landed on the sloped building, continuing to push himself up. The angle of inclination was just enough for him to continue to gain the grip needed to run up. It was a long run, and halfway up Jaa was beginning to find himself getting distracted, considering taking his lightsaber and writing his name halfway up. He disciplined himself, realising his focus was slipping and not at the task at hand. He needed to focus on getting to the party. Party meant people, people meant killing.

The top of the sloped building was a small ledge, around a foot long, before a sheer drop. Jaa poised on this edge when reached, glad that he wasn't in an unfocused mood by this point, or he might have ended up falling a good few hundred feet. He'd probably work out a way of avoiding death, but since he wasn't falling it wouldn't be necessary. A line of traffic was passing by him 20 feet or so above, causing a slight disturbance in air currents. He took out the datapad again, checking his location. He wasn't too far from the location - in fact he should probably be able to see it by now, if he knew where it was. He looked below, at all the buildings looking almost the same. He'd need to get closer before deciding which one was the target.

Zaaltarr had spent the duration of the flight in the main hold
where the group's conversations had taken place a few hours
before. He sat in the center of the chamber, robes and dark
side alike pooling around him in twisted, nightmarish shadows.
The Wookiee's veins throbbed and his muscles swelled as he
delved into his "inner fire" and imbued it with a flare of dark
side energy. Little by little, he added more and more Rage
and Battlemind, creating the volatile concoction that he had
used to destroy countless foes. Zaaltarr practiced bringing his
power to bear and then taking it back down to a low simmer.

Before long, the ship had landed and the Dark Jedi listened
once more to the instructions of their Sith leader, Lord Eurachis.
Zaaltarr busied himself with checking his weapons and removing
his outer cloak - thinking that a Wookiee hunter would attract
less attention than a ghastly cloak as they made their way into
the city. He followed the group down the ramp and out into the
private docking bay that Lord Iniquitous had somehow managed
to procure for them. Zaaltarr had just begun to think again of
how he looked forward to the day that he would be able to speak
one-on-one with the Dark Overlord when his thoughts were
abruptly interrupted. Eurachis had just spoken to Xerron, saying
something about "take your Wookiee" - the rest of the sentence
was lost on the Madclaw, who was glaring bloody-murder at the
human through crimson slits for insinuating that Zaaltarr belonged
to Xerron and had to follow him around to do his bidding.

He pushed aside the thoughts coming to him through his Force link
with Xerron, projecting a thought of his own to Eurachis:

"You should watch your words more carefully human, or you and
I will be having a little chat. And I promise you, that wouldn't be
very pleasant for either of us."[/color]

"As you wish Lord Eurachis" Xerron looked to Zaaltarr for a moment and then bid the others good hunting. The comment by the Dark Lord had angered Zaaltarr.
Xerron felt it through their shared link, and as everyone knows an angry Wookiee is no picnic to deal with. Xerron was unsure what Zaaltarr would do.
The Wookiee was no one's property, least of all Xerron's, and if anyone wanted to test the Wookiee's resolve on the matter, things usually went very wrong, sometimes even fatally wrong for the challenger.
Xerron simply walked on, he didn't agree with the Dark Lord's comment but, he had a mission to see too and he sent this to his Wookiee companion through their link along with the thought he'll be around after the mission, you can throttle him then if you like. Stay focused Zaaltarr, he might not have meant anything by it[/color].
Xerron understood the Wookiee's anger but, the more important matter was the reconnaissance they were assighned to do.
Xerron took out his datapad at an alleyway and connected to the Holonet and typed in the first name on the list.
He looked back briefly to see if Zaaltarr was following, which he was. He and Zaaltarr continued on their way, rounding the corner and heading into the alleyway, to cut across to the crowded side walks on the other side to blend in with the crowds as much as possible.
They were merely visitors amongst the many tourists now and Xerron let a smidgen of excitement creep back into his eyes. This was not only to reassure those around him and not draw undo attention but, to successfully pass the local law enforcement officers, if there were any. It would be difficult to obtain his objectives stealthily if the bloodlust was in Xerron's eyes. Xerron emanated a sense of calm through the force as much as he could to increase the silent illusion of normality.
Xerron looked at his Wookiee friend as the name came up with an address after a few minutes of searching for the right person on the Holonet. "Shall we go see our friend now?".

Surely that wasn't it?

But that's what the datapad indicated.

Jaa loosed his grip from the ledge he was currently pausing on, falling down the side of the office building he was on twenty feet or so before grabbing the next ledge. Lower down he had a much better view. The party seemed to be oriented at the roof of a tall building, with the only defense being apparently the sheer drop from the edges of the roof. A large glass dome covered over half of the top, and on the inside he could see a massive ballroom of sorts. This was pathetically easy.

He launched himself up onto the ledge into a sitting position, his arm barely even feeling the pull of his near-perfect condition. He crossed his legs and lay down, deciding he would scope the building out for an hour or two and see if anything arrived of notable interest. He had hardly settled into a comfortable position, though, before a few individuals had turned up on the roof from a door in the corner. He watched them, not moving from his shadowed position a hundred feet up. They were patrolling, or at least walking, around the building's edge. Jaa made some quick observations. High grade armour, including helmets, with high tech sidearms. Rifles slung over shoulder, moving in groups of four. Only patrols, no cameras.

Easy...
He rolled from the edge, falling over a dozen feet as the building began to slope towards a horizontal ledge again. He slid, coming to his feet inches before the edge far lower and closer to the building. He watched the guards return to the door in the corner after completing a circuit oblivious to his stalkerish gaze. There was another door in the opposite corner to the one the guards entered and left by, and leaping to the building's roof he decided it would be this one he would try first. He tried pushing it gently, but it didn't move. He decided not to push it. It could be alarmed or trapped, or both.

He approached the edge of the glass dome next, staring over the edge slowly, piece by piece, making sure there were no bodies inside the ballroom that would spot him. It was empty, so he took the opportunity to look around quickly. Plenty of tables surrounding the central dance floor. An area in a corner with a lecturn and bandstand. Several large windows adorned the walls with large delicate curtains spreading across the panes. Jaa looked, noticing black dots between the planes of glass.
Sensor beams... on the dome too?
He looked at the edge of the rim close to him. Sure enough they were all around the rim, meaning any falling glass would set off an alarm. He was almost impressed, but focusing more he was aware that the sensors were stretching completely across the dome and interfacing at the opposite side.

Deciding against using the door that the guards had entered the building in Jaa, decided on a more vertical approach, taking himself down the far side of the building from where he'd started from. He dropped down to a balcony two floors down, where against the wall, hidden, he could hear discussion about the party, sounding like it came from guards. Nothing of interest was being said, so he waited for them to pass by the door before testing it. He felt around checking it wasn't alarmed, before pushing on it gently. As expected it opened without a problem and he snuck inside to the corridors.

Oh joys, sneaking around like a spy.

[/color]. Zaaltarr simply nodded in response to Xerron's force message before walking away to carry out the assignment. Xerron actually thought about stopping Zaaltarr and having him join him but, an angry Wookiee was not the best of company.

During their four block walk the datapad had spit out six addresses that matched six out of the twenty of the names they were given. This hotel and the apartments a block away were the closest on their list thus far. Xerron consulted his datapad again as if he were looking at it for directions before turning around and walking back the way he'd come only a few short minutes earlier. There were two reasons for this action, 1. it would arouse no suspicion to the targets security and 2. to check if someone was following him or Zaaltarr. No one was following that Xerron's force senses could detect but, that meant little when it came to experienced security agents, which Xerron bet each of the polotical/military leaders had. Xerron continued walking down the block until he got to the corner. He turned left to follow the sidewalk consulting his datapad as he did so, acting as a normal tourist. A few mintues later he arrived at another corner, turning once more he walked about thirty feet before turning into an alleyway, once he was at the mid point in the alley Xerron looked up to judge the distance to the roof of the building on his right. Before he could force jump onto the roof though three men walked up to him and demanded his money and valuables. Neither of them was very intimidating, the man that demanded his valuables was a skinny punk, the second man was about two hundred pounds overweight and the third was moderatly built.

Petty thugs, they don't realize the trouble they're in. Maybe I should educate them without killing them. Killing them would only draw attention to us. Damn, I really wanna kill something too[/color] Xerron thought as he simply raised his hands and began to choke the skinny man to his right with his telekinesis. The overweight man on the left drew a blaster but, before he could use the weapon Xerron sent a spark of electrified energy from his finger tip into the gunman's hand making him drop the weapon. The third thug tried to bash Xerron's head in with a batter's swing with a two by four peice of piping but, Xerron's Danger Sense was way ahead of him. Xerron ducked clear of the piping, while at the same time planting a booted foot on the man's jaw in a traditional style donkey kick, knocking him unconcious. The overweight thug was still clutching his hand and cursing, Xerron took him out with a simple Force Push into the wall. Xerron looked back at the skinny thug still in the clutches of his Force Grip and letting the bloodlust back into his eyes said "You oughta be careful about who you mug little man" and smiled as the man's face drained of blood becoming a sickly pale white. Xerron held him there until the blood flow was restricted from his brain and the man limped unconcious in his force grasp.
Xerron simply tossed the man aside like someone throwing away a peice of garbage.

Smiling Xerron Force Jumped onto the roof of the building on his right and landed in a crouch, the wind picked up a little bit blowing Xerron's hood onto his head, masking his features once again. That was fun, maybe there's something to be said for torture[/color] Xerron thought as he looked back at the three unconcious thugs. Xerron looked to the hotel again and smiled. Xerron pulled the Force around him like a cloak and visibly dissapeared before force jumping over the gap between building's. The roof to the building Xerron was currently on rose steeply, the next building's roof was 2 stories higher than this one. Xerron ran up the roof, grounded by the force and used the force to Force jump onto the next roof. Now, only five building's away from his target, Xerron ran across the roof and sprung onto the next building using the force to keep him attached to the wall like a spider as much as he could. Xerron jumped vertically three times before the strain of trying to keep himself attached to the wall came to him, luckily he was within an arm's reach of the roof.

Pulling himself up and onto the roof he took a moment before leaping to the next roof. The way the buildings were laid out from then on was like a staircase, the top stair being The Royal Crown Hotel. Xerron smiled and force jumped straight up and caught the ledge, quickly pulling himself up he ran for the next buildings roof top. He'd had so much practice Force Cloaking visibly that the action came as a reflex now. Force Concealing your presence in the force was difficult but, over long distances the strain could be detrimental which is why Xerron only concealed his presence in the force when he got to the rooftop of The Royal Crown Hotel.

The door on the roof top was beside a hoverpad for speeders, forcing his way in wasn't difficult, a little nudge on the lock with the force was all that was needed. Xerron let his senses guide him to his target's room. The hallway itself was large, enough for five people to walk shoulder to shoulder in. The ceiling was atleast twenty feet high. The target's room was on the top floor, judging by the six guards outside one of the doors at about the middle of the hallway. The room opposite was obviously the guard's room. Xerron could sense no one in the room now but, they could be back any moment. The six guards outside the room consisted of a male Nikto, a dark green skinned male Trandoshan, a blue Twi'lek female, a male Weequay with black skin, a typical looking male Rodian and most notably a Mandalorian in red and dark green armor. Unknown to Xerron was the fact that the Mandalorian was wearing the Death Watch style of armor. By the glances the men were throwing the female Twi'lek, Xerron concluded that they were enamored with her but she clearly wasn't with them. The Mandalorian didn't seem to care and kept visually scanning the hallway. Every now and then Mandalorian would turn around and put his palm to the door.
A glove sensor? That's gonna make things interesting. I wonder how advanced the Mando's tech really is[/color] Xerron sent Zaaltarr a quick force message telling him he'd found his target but, it was going to take longer than an hour to find out the target's plan. He set the meet up time to two hours later, at the same rooftop. The Mandalorian concerned Xerron, they always had tricks up their armor or so it was said.
Xerron considered the consequences of walking in through the front door and decided it was too risky and doubled back toward the landing pad. Looking down Xerron calculated the distance to the targets room, and then noticed how high up he was.
Big mistake, you never look down when doing this kinda thing, get in the zone before you kill yourselfXerron thought quietly kicking himself. Xerron stretched out his senses trying to pin the guards down as he lowered himself to his stomach lying on the ground before swinging his legs over the buildings edge. The wind picked up and threatened to buffet him off completely, he'd only managed to hold on because of the force bracing his fingers in miniscule cracks at the side of the roof. Slowly and gently Xerron lowered himself onto the side of the building increasing the pressure with the force to keep himself glued to the side of the one hundred story building. What was really about three minutes seemed like three years, as Xerron slowly lowered himself and braced against the building so the wind didn't blow him off, as he tried to reach his destination from the outside. This always seemed easier in the holovids Xerron thought wryly as he finally came to the bottom of the top floor's room windows.

Xerron slowly reached out with a hand and opened the window with a gesture before setting his foot on the window's ledge. The room he sensed had nobody inside and the six guards outside the door didn't seem inclined to enter to check things out. Xerron sent another wave of force energy into the room and the hallway to make sure nobody was coming in before setting his full weight on the window ledge and climbing inside. Suddenly Xerron's danger sense flared and he crouched instinctively on the floor and froze. Xerron's senses went immediatly to the door where he felt somebody pressing against it. Xerron slowed his breathing and pulse to the bare minimum, as he focused on bringing the first phase of the Hibernation Trance to bear. He didn't know just how good that glove sensor that the Mandalorian possesed truly was, and Xerron wasn't about to test his luck. Xerron lowered his body temperature as much as he could, and a few moments later the sense of someone pressing against the door left. Xerron slowly eased his blood pressure, breathing and body temperature back to normal levels, before continuing with the search for any information that might've been carelessly left out in the open. Whoever the tenant for the room was, he was thorough, security cameras in all four corners of the room that were equipped no doubt with atleast moderate sensors. All it took was a little body temperature control and Xerron was as invisible to the sensors as he was visually.

It didn't take long to find the information Xerron was looking for but, the Mandalorian made random glove sensor sweeps which made things interesting. Copying the targets schedule information to his datapad took longer than Xerron liked but, he couldn't complain too much. All in all things were going smoothe, and no one seemed to know he was there. Xerron had just finished inputing the information into his datapad when he heard voices outside the room. A moment later a lock disengaged, Xerron didn't worry about tripping any alarms and silently fast walked to the open window. As Xerron crouched on the window ledge the door swung open, revealing the Mandalorian followed by a man in a buissness suit. The Mandalorian took a first visual sweep and then a second but, by the time his visor arrived at Xerron's location, he was already gone and falling toward the building across the street from the hotel.

I love this job Xerron thought as he manipulated the force to slow his decent and land softly on the roof of the building in front of The Royal Crown Hotel. Then sending a quick message to Zaaltarr through their link, Xerron sat, knees crossed and waited for his Wookiee companion to arrive.[/left]

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Zaaltarr stalked off towards the cityscape of Muunilinst, feeling the beginnings
of an oncoming headache. The human's ignorant comment still hadn't left the
Wookiee's bloodstream and the idea of scouting out hotels and safehouses now
seemed like a bother more than anything. Zaal just wanted something to kill,
and his considerable patience was starting to grow thin.

Steady. Just get the scouting over with, and then you can crack some skulls.[/color]

He nodded curtly, not really paying attention to Xerron's incoming message and
audibly scoffed at his own thoughts. Steady certainly wasn't a word that described
Zaaltarr, especially at the moment. And then a thought came to him suddenly,
adding to his distraction. He walked on towards his target -one of the politician's
safehouses in a rundown part of town- in a bit of a lull, suddenly feeling lost in the
urban jungle around him. His vision even blurred momentarily, causing him to pause
in his steps. A second later, when his vision had sharpened, Zaal found himself looking down into his upturned palm, claws curled as if barring something within his grasp.

What was he doing there? Why was he running around the galaxy with the Sith? His red eyes found themselves gazing down at his hand once again. Madclaw.[/i] The word stabbed at him, pushing him out of his inertia and back towards the safehouse. He had done what he needed to in order to protect them, and they had exiled him for it. And then when the human had sacrificed himself to save him, Zaaltar had once again done what was necessary, what was honorable.

That's why I'm here. Those fools exiled me, and now I'm repaying a life-debt to this human. The Sith will lead me to the power I desire, the power I need to clear my name and make those fools admit they were wrong to cast me out... or die.

The Wookiee reached the dead-end alleyway that contained on of their target's hideouts. From the outside, it was quite convincing as an abandoned garage of some sort. The scrapmetal walls blended in with the surrounding materials, making it easy for theuntrained eye to miss. There had been a total of six locations for Zaaltarr and Xerron to scout out in the current vicinity, which meant that they had to hurry. To further complicate things, the Wookiee was unfamiliar with enviroments like Muunilinst. He would have to be extra vigilant, but the uncertainty he had felt moments before was gone, replaced by the inferno of vengeance vowed. He would succeed.

Still cloaked through the power of the Force, Zaaltarr strode around the corner away from the safehouse, invisible to any cameras the hired security might've placed. He needed a pawn.

"Just do it. Or perhaps you'd like to see firsthand a Wookiee pull someone's arms out of their sockets?"[/i] Zaaltarr snarled telepathically at the Rodian fringer he had found loitering around the alleys. The little yellow man stiffened at the threat of dismemberment and nodded frantically.

"And make it convincing."[/i] The Shadowstrider clamped a heavy hand on the scoundrel's
shoulder. "Just be... cool."[/i] he continued, grinning at the Rodian's reflexive wince. A minute later, Zaaltarr watched as a well-armed guard emerged from the safehouse and demanded to know what his pawn was doing snooping around. The Rodian replied convincingly, putting his hands on his hips, in seeming frustration.

"Finally! Look, we're on a schedule here. You guys were supposed to meet me here five minutes ago. Can we do this now?" The guard was perplexed, a deep frown covering his human face. "Who are you?" the guard questioned as he aimed the laser-sight of his carbine at the yellow Rodian's chest.

To his credit, the pawn didn't panic. He only sighed and continued on with what Zaaltarr had instructed him to do (if he wanted to walk away with his arms still attached).

"Yeah, yeah, you're a wonderful security guard. Knock if off already will ya? You think I would make this drop if I wasn't sure this spot was secure?" The guard's carbine lowered slightly. "Drop..." he repeated. "You expect me to believe any of this? Who sent you?"

The Rodian was beginning to get flustered, and Zaaltarr's temple started to pound in response. And then the fringer held out the cred-chips the Darksider had given him.

"Stop wasting time. If this is going to work, you guys are going to have to hurry." In a gutsy maneuver, the Rodian took the human's hand and closed it around the
credits. From behind the guard where Zaaltarr was watching, it looked like the little yellow man couldn't wait to get the credits away from him so that he could get out of there. But, he had been a convincing liar thus far. The Shadowstrider eased back
against the side of the garage door. Either the guard would accept the bribe and take it inside to stash it or confront his fellow guards with it, or he would apprehend the Rodian. Or just shoot him. But that was less likely since it might attract attention,
and then they'd have a body on their hands to take care of. Either way he still had to wait, and the less he moved the easier it was for him to keep up his Force Camouflage.

"I kept my part of the deal, now you just make sure you hold up your end. The boss-man doesn't like it when things don't go as planned." The Rodian was slowly backing away as he said "Nice doing business with ya." But then he turned around a little too quickly
and like a dog, the guard couldn't help but give chase. Moments later two more guards, one Aqualish and one Gran, were helping their human counterpart to drag the scrappy Rodian inside. Zaaltarr slipped in behind them before the garage door was secured and then waited for them to disappear around the corner. Once they had, the Wookiee stalked after them, making sure to keep a safe distance. At the same time though,
he needed to stay close in case they headed through any specialized security doors or some-such nonsense. The human, Aqualish, and Gran finally dragged the Rodian into a small rectangular room and strapped him down to a chair.

Ah, so they'll be interrogating him. Very well...[/i] The trap was set, now all he had to do was spring it. Zaaltarr waited until the interrogation room door was closed and then moved past. There were more of them, he could smell them, despite the Rodian's rather musky scent now pervading the area. Coming to a corner and spotting a security camera above him, the Shadowstrider slid a hand up behind it and clipped the exposed wire with his claws. And then he waited once more, slipping into a bit of a trance as it steadily grew easier to bend the light and therefore some of his own body heat away from himself. Just as Zaaltarr started to overhear an uproar from the interrogation room, he picked up a human presence at the other end of the hall coming towards him.

Just one? I'm almost insulted.[/i] As the commotion from the room behind him grew suddenly louder, the Darksider felt his prey quicken his pace. Just as the human started to round the corner, Zaaltarr sent him hurling head-first into the opposite wall and then face-first into the permacrete flooring via telekinesis. The guard didn't move, neither were there noises still coming from the room where the Wookiee's pawn had been taken.

Perhaps they were just working him over a little[/i] he thought. Tasting no violence nor danger from the room behind, Zaaltarr decided he would come back once he had searched the rest of the safehouse.

Pressing onwards, the Wookiee found new prey inside a small security station. Two more humans sat watching the various video-feeds on the wall-sized monitor before them;
"...he's not picking up" one of them was saying. Before they could do anything further, Zaaltarr once again used telekinesis, this time dumping the two men out of their chairs and sending them sprawling across the floor. The Wookiee then charged into the room before they could right themselves and pulled them to their feet like a pair of ragdolls, massive paws enveloping their faces and preventing them from calling for help (or screaming in terror, as the case may be). Savoring their muffled screams, Zaaltarr used the Force to rip the comm units from their heads and crush them, much like what had occurred moments before with the first guard. And then he pressed their faces against the wall and sent a mighty wave of Force power rocketing through both arms, resulting in sickening crunch and two splashs of red running down the length of the wall as the humans' skulls were crushed within their helmets.

Letting the ragdolls slink to the floor, he turned towards the monitor. He was suprised to find the interrogation room torn apart, the bodies of the three guards sprawled around the room and the Rodian no where in sight. He stretched out with his senses for a moment and found nothing. There were no more guards, and the scrappy Rodian was gone. This didn't worry the Darksider however, he merely found it intriguing. He was no friend of the law, so he won't be running to the authorities. And if these politicians are really that well connected, they'll find out they've been hit eventually. We just have to be faster on the draw.[/i]

Jaa was not a sneaker. He was a killer. He was not a spy, he was a tracker. He was not a stealthy person. He was a fighty person. He was a rip-open-bowels person, a decapatate-and-kick-in-chest person. He wasn't used to walking around a house, over 6 feet tall and very muscular, trying to avoid anything that could cause multiple people to arrive and try and stop him, hence compromising their mission. Thankfully guard patrols were loud, few and far between, which enabled him the opportunities to spend enough time in each room mapping out, mentally and on the datapad, where the interesting points to consider were.

The first room he noted was the hallway he had entered in, which seemed to run around the edge of the the building. All the doors of the hallway lead to rooms on the inside of the building. The other side were all windowed walls to the outside. All boobytrapped, except for the balconies that were probably only open at the moment to allow fresh air to circulate the building. They'd be closed, and locked or alarmed or whatever, on the night. He had little doubt of this. The black dots were also present on the doors and there were obvious latches which would be an annoyance to break if he didn't have a lightsaber which could cut through near enough anything. Breaking down doors would not be the ideal solution though, so he continued to look around. Each of the rooms he entered on this floor were near enough the exact same. Beds, wardrobes, desks, pretty much anything desirable of a guest bedroom. He counted over 20 in total on this floor, and a quick check of the floor below revealed even more. Deciding to climb up instead, where the party would really be held, he followed the staircase up to the next floor.

The floor he arrived on was three from the roof. Here he found, almost immediately, the ballroom, which had the tables surrounding the dance floor, the bandstand at the north side, and balconies surrounding the room. The dome lay directly above the dancefloor taking up a large portion of the ceiling. The floor was slightly springy, but not of great note. There were also pillars around the room which were more for decoration than support. They would be useful cover, if not ideal items for the use of mass slaughter. They were stone - of which kind he wasn't sure, but they were hard and heavy. He did not linger in the Ballroom long, preferring to have a look around the rest of the floor. Besides the staircase he had climbed which was situated in the center of one side of the building, he found no other non-electrical means of escape. There were lifts, as was to be expected, which were on the east and west sides of the ballroom, with the stairs on the south.

The remainder of the floor, though lightly guarded at the moment, looked like it could sustain a heavy number of troops or guards on it at any one time. The corridors were long enough and wide enough to have an impressive trigger happy firing squad of 12 men at the ends, which would cause great troubles for anyone they were firing at. He did notice, however, as he was going by, that there was a fire system in almost every room on this floor, which would release water if triggered. A swift search on the floor below revealed the same thing, and happy with this information in his datapad he moved to the next floor. The main things of notice on this floor were the balconies, which had a few tables on them but not as large as the main ballroom. The balconies had rail guards on the sides, and lift access on the sides. A slightly thinner corridor marked the perimeter of this part of the house, and again there was the water system.

The most interesting discovery came when Jaa had, out of curiousity, entered a closed door marked for employees only. He sensed no one inside, and upon entering found the main security hub of the building. He quickly programmed his datapad to download all the necessary data files there, curious as to where the guards supposedly on duty here would be. The files were partly done when he got his answer, as he heard the sounds of a flush and the footsteps coming closer once more. Closing the door again quietly, he quickly pulled himself up against the ceiling, steadying himself against the walls as the small guard re entered his post and sat against the large screens once more. Jaa waited.

The man seemed to be interested in waiting there for the long haul, and Jaa could tell that he was in a far more comfortable situation in his chair than he was pressing against a few beams in the ceiling. He contemplated his actions. If he killed him, he'd be expected to dump the body, but the missing security detail could cause a problem with the party and call it off. He didn't want that. Not one bit. He ran another plan through his head. Something that involved using the Force. Gah, he preferred upfront saber killing, but there would be time for that later. Once he had all the data. Dropping down silently behind the man, he paused, feeling through the corridors outside and sensing no one there, opening the door and stepping forward as though he had just entered. The man turned around, shocked.
"I'm one of the members organising the party. I need you to give me all the security details for us to check through."
I AM one of the members organising the party. You will give me all the security details for us to check through. He played at the man's mind, arranging the words into his thoughts and twisting them so that they became real and true to him. The man paused, then nodded, and Jaa smiled at the weak mindedness.

"Here, on these datapads, all the information will be downloaded." The man pointed to a pair of datapads on the desk. "I'll give you our guard details and patrol routes on this one, and any security bypasses and active system lists on the other." He paused, sending files from the console he was sitting at to the two small datapads, causing them to beep and flash in turn as the data was transmitted to them. "Is there anything else you require, sir?"
"No, that's all, thank you."
Forget I was here. Forget everything in the last ten minutes. With a pull on the Force around the man's mind he froze, pausing and allowing Jaa the chance to leave before he regained full consciousness and decided to pursue him again. Stepping out of the closet, Jaa felt as though a large weight had been removed from his shoulders.

He moved quickly with the three datapads, quickly locating the entrance he had moved into the building through, thankfully without encountering any guards, and leapt from the balcony against the wall a few feet away, pressing off it and firing himself into the air, landing easily on the roof, continuing his run and launching himself onto the roof of the adjacent building. He pulled up the datapads now, checking the information was on them, which it was, and for which he congratulated himself, deciding to relax now, as he had pretty much finished all that he needed to do for his part of the mission.
"Until tonight." he mused menacingly.

Eurachis had very little to do. In fact, so much of what was going to happen, and ho it would go down depended on the crew he' brought with him. The sooner they returned the sooner he could instruct them as to what was next. He was tired... and was starting to doubt their abilities. It was growing late... they were running out of time. the party was in less than 24 hours. They needed to get back soon.

He'd walked off hours ago.... in fact 6 hours ago. He thought 6 hours.... was too much, but they were late. He shrugged out of annoyance as he sat on the couch in the new safe house he'd acquired. The owner of the safe house now lay on the ground in two pieces by the balcony. The building overlooked the great Tensor Opera house, and could see the skyscraper that the party would be held at. The living quarters must have cost the now dead owner a fortune. He sighed.... it was so troublesome... He was now laying on the couch, on his back, staring up at the ceiling.

The great blades of the fan spun round and round... his eyes watched them spin as they slowly closed. The area he could see slowly became a thin film of space. He tugged his cloak over his body, covering him like a blanket. the warmth was reassuring. Sometimes.... He really hated having to do such dark deeds. His hands ran over his head... he could feel the hair growing in slightly. it was a change for him... he'd been keeping it shaved for since he can remember. He was letting it grow out now. In over a month or so it would be a full head of hair... perhaps more.

He ruffled the growing hair, then brought his palm down to his chest, where he felt it slowly rising and falling. he was very serene. here. He had to be. In under 24 hours, he would be assassinating two very high up officials, and probably killing half the party members, as well as a boatload of security guards. he shook his head. what a drag.

He turned his head on the soft cushion that was the couch, looking out the window at the balcony. it had started to rain. He blinked a few times.. watching traffic go by, and the people in the distance on the street. the street lights, and the signs on the billboards were now lit up completely. Green and yellow hues.... red neon lights, blue and orange lights over the opera house... a creamy illustration of color. a smile crept across his face and the Dark lord of the sith really enjoyed the silence. He was happy he'd learned discipline with Iniquitous. Now he could see how sometimes... not acting was just as good as acting. He could understand that not everything was about fighting. While yes, Ramseye was still inside of him, and he very much enjoyed a fight, he had come to realize they weren't necessary.

He'd also over the course of his training he'd gained new insight. something he'd always thought but only now was slowly coming to understand. his past had accumulated into something that could only now be defined as...his existence. He thought he could here a somber shrill tune in his head.. very calm, yet sad melody. he was reminded of some people in his past who had made him feel more alive. He'd come to realize that they were stepping stones, and he could be any more thankful than he was now for them. He'd realized that he was the evil, the accumulation of everyone sin. He could be what they could not. and he would hold onto that until the day he died. He didn't feel like explaining it to many people again.... though he knew one day he would have to speak ..... to verbal understand it by telling someone other then himself why he exists.. what his purpose was. but that day.... that was not today, nor was it tomorrow. He tightened his fist.. and sighed one last time before falling into a light sleep.

He'd sent them the location of the safe house on their datapads.. it was only a matter of time.

When Xerron and Zaaltarr had arrived at the safe house they'd found Lord Eurachis asleep, much to Xerron's delight. Maybe I should pull a little prank on fearless leader, show him he's not the only talented Dark Jedi in the group. It'd serve him right and I'd love to see Lord Eurachis' true self, not the mask he'd been showing us[/color].
Xerron dissapeared visibly and drew upon the force to conceal his presence in the force. Xerron'd worked so hard to be in his present position but, he sensed he still was not appreciated. He'd decided that enough was enough, these people had underestimated him. Xerron crept closer and closer to Lord Eurachis' sleeping form, his intent wasn't to kill him but to teach him a lesson. Xerron had found his objectives and collected them in the quickest way possible.

Xerron stood over Lord Eurachis sleeping form and watched his chest rise and fall as his lightsabers slipped into his hands, brought to him through the force. Xerron smiled as he relished the thought of the look on Eurachis face as he opened his eyes, eyes filled with fear, shock and possibly annoyance. Xerron's senses then picked up something most curious, it wasn't the echo of Eurachis' past feelings only moments ago but his current, he was.....serene, calm.
A moment later Xerron whispered "Wakey, wakey Lord Eurachis, your assassin is here and he's brought the info you seek". Xerron simply smiled.

OK, he really hadn't see this coming.

Well, he had. Arriving just behind the other two Dark Jedi, after returning to the place his datapad told him to. Much closer than the ship and it only took a few minutes. He was running all the way though, of course, a little sweat rolling off his head from the effort, including the jumping and Force-assisted aerobatics, of course. The man who had sent him the information, however, seemed to be laying asleep and vulnerable at the moment. In fact if Jaa had gotten there first he'd probably be in the man's position over the sleeping Sith instead. Well, assuming they weren't under the binding rules of not killing each other. He sighed to himself a little. He'd killed enough Dark Jedi since he'd gotten to Korriban several years ago. Each of them intent on finding the dark secrets of the place and honing their powers.

Pah, the only way to hone power was through practice. He went to Korriban mainly to be alone to practice. Company was good every so often, but when the company tries to kill you, you have to put it down. He checked he'd managed to retain the datapads he had received from the weak-minded guard. The pair were quite safe attached to his belt. They'd hardly been touched between setting off and getting here. His own personal datapad was attached to the other side. Deciding to finally enter the room and join in with the others, he stepped past the Wookiee, locking eyes and nodding, pretty much level with the creature, folding his arms and watching the events unfold on the sofa, a small smirk on his face.

Zaaltarr was getting anxious. And when he gets anxious, he gets irritable. When he gets irritable, things die, often in extremely painful ways. Such had been the case for the various beings that had made up the security force at the other two safehouses that the Wookiee had tracked down and preyed upon. He hadn't bothered using any more 'pawns' as he termed them within the fiendish confines of his mind. No, the Shadowstrider had simply done as he had for the majority of his existence in the Shadowlands of his home world, he had become the predator, preying upon the superstitions and weaknesses of his quarry, attacking them with their own fear as much as anything else.

Now, as he reached the location Lord Eurachis had sent to his datapad, he met up with Xerron once again. Walking behind the human, Zaaltarr fished his cloak out of his pack and allowed the folds of shadowsilk to enshroud him once again. How he had missed the familiar darkness of the cowl as it masked his face, while at the same time revealing the creature that he truly was. Zaaltarr's eyes burned more fiercely than usual, their sanguine hue mirroring the blood he had spilled that day in the name of the Sith. Just then, Jaa appeared, his attention focused beyond the point where Zaaltarr stood and into the safehouse Eurachis had prepared for them. The Wookiee turned his own attention in the same direction, finally detecting Xerron's scent. He had to be standing over their leader's sleeping form stretched out across the sofa, about to do something rather foolish no doubt. Zaaltarr gave a low, rumbling growl of irritation before turning back to the Nautolan. The two of them locked eyes for an instant, two killers of literally equal standing accepting each other's presence with a slight nod. The Wookiee shifted to the side a bit so as not to block the doorway and allowing his fellow Dark Jedi to step inside. Zaaltarr looked back down at Eurachis and waited for whatever was to come next.

Eurachis's eyes moved, dashing from side to side as he lay there in his light sleep.. he was so calm. He felt like he was falling from a great height but that he knew, there would be no floor coming up to meet him... and then the sky around him, which had previously been a shade of blue, turned to green, and he floated down into a field of grass... he had transitioned to something somewhat more tranquil.

He felt the grass brush the tips of his fingers... its spikiness sending chills across his body. his heart suddenly skipped a beat however, as he felt the slight warmth of a palm... a female hand sliding across his chest. Time seemed to stop. He slowly turned his eyes downwards towards cause of these feelings.... this elation he had... and then he heard a whisper .. a voice. Something he deeply missed. she called to him.... in his ears.... and then as if he could touch her, feel her, taster her he smiled ever so happily.... and he was once more with his love, his only true love. Rhissai'arckan.

However.... this light and enjoyable dream was subject to an attack... one that came in the form of an unscrupulous dark jedi. Ramseye's conscious fluttered back to him, yet h didn't open his eyes. he didn't need to. He had been asleep... lightly, and enjoyed it, but he was still aware of the dark jedi when he entered the room. he maintained the visage of sleeping... breathing calmly saying farewell to the vision that would probably never come true again.....

The dark jedi was thinking benign thoughts.... and the look Eurachis gave him when he slowly opened his eyes in response, would send the worst type of message. A dark augury no doubt.... the birds would descend from the heavens and in an ominous sign kill one another in font of them..... a horrible omen indeed for the dark jedi Xerron.

Not only was this man being foolish.... condescending and demeaning to his superior, but on a personal level his foolish thoughts had torn Rhissai from him... or what felt like her. His eyes were glazed over, and dark red with malice. He only needed to send a message. As much as skewering this man to the wall and then sending his crumpled form out the window seemed like a good idea, he would not carry through with it. He felt above it... And so he simply needed to do one thing. He stared into Xerron, and within those few seconds where his eyes met Xerron's .. the dark lord sent one of his angriest and darkest waves of hatred and anger, perhaps enough to throw someone into the depths of insanity. he didn't care. He showed him how angry he was, and at the same time, he showed all the possible outcomes of him physically hurting him, mixed in with some of the darkest fears Xerron carried with him. It was truly a stare of death and fear. One he reserved for the darkest of times.... and he felt now was as good a time as any to instruct these dark jedi in the ways of discipline.

His force presence ignited, and slammed down on Xerron as well... one could say it felt like gravity had been raised around him, and those closest would have a tough time moving.. a tough time not choking and falling to the floor.

Finally he let up... it was enough, he called off his attack and slowly lowered his force pressure.. the beast lapping at them dissolved away and became calm once more. He sighed, then brought a palm to his face, exhaling deeply. "We are here for business, from now on, act professional.. all of you. Understood?" He lightly rubbed the area over his eyes, massaging the eyelids. Then he shifted his position and sat up, brushing his shoulders and straightening his vest. He beckoned the lot of them.


"Ok... lets talk about what we know. Tell me what you all found. And leave nothing out."

Xerron stood above the sleeping form of Lord Eurachis, contemplating his next action.
If I killed him here and now I might have the respect of some, but ultimately Eurachis arrogance and impatience will be his downfall, no, better to leave him be for the time being, he's still useful and maybe I can use him to grow more powerful [/color]. These thoughts and more drifted through Xerron's mind as the elation of finding his leader in a moment of weakness left him. Then Eurachis' Force presence slammed down on him as if a permacrete block had landed on top of him, and then in that moment he met Eurachis eyes. Eyes filled with hatred and malice beyond anything Xerron had seen, eyes filled with power that presented in a blood red color. At first the revelation scared Xerron but, only at first and only for a brief second. Then Eurcahis sent images of him killing Xerron in terrible ways. Playing on his emotions and most hidden fears, but Xerron didn't fear much, he didn't fear death, he'd seen death all to many times on Kashyyyk to fear it. He feared being alone in the universe and losing the only person that connected him to his family, namely Zaaltarr. Despite their conflicting personalities Xerron knew that Zaaltarr cared about him, even if it was only through some honor bound life debt.

Eurachis crushing Xerron with nothing but, the force and sending him to fall to the permacrete outside, crushed and bleeding. As more images came to Xerron's mind he couldn't help thinking Huh, never thought of killing someone in that position before. Eurachis has imagination. Fancy that[/color]. Then as suddenly as it had come it was gone, and Xerron found himself kneeling in front of the couch Lord Eurachis was sleeping on.

It seems I've underestimated this group, these are the Sith that my uncle told me about[/color] Xerron thought as he stood to regain his composure.
Then Eurachis spoke telling him to act proffessional and to report the information they've found.
"Understood, but, I hope you realize my abilities now and to not take me lightly. Me and Zaal have reconned 6 locations, 3 wealthy military poloticians and 3 other individuals. From what I can tell the poloticians will be the most heavily escorted and they'll be moving at this time" Xerron said as seriously and as threateningly as he dared.
Xerron handed his datapad over to Lord Eurachis "I've taken the liberty to get the schedules of all three poloticians. From the documents I've copied as well as information provided through certain individuals, the security for the building will be realtively easy to penetrate. The poloticians guard escort on the other hand, will be slightly more difficult, they've recruited alot of military personnell, mercenaries, bounty hunters and atleast one Mandalorian".

Xerron removed his hood and looked directly into Eurachis eyes, he wasn't looking to get a pat on the head but, he wanted his companions to take him seriously and recognize that although he had a flare for the theatrical, he could kill silently and efficiently.
Not all assassins need to be the calm, contemplative, creepy types, and in my limited experience, the assassins I've read about on the holonet were the ones that acted like a people person. Which is probably what made them so effective at their job, people let their guard down so easily once they come to like someone[/color] Xerron thought as he listened to the other reports.

Once everyone had given their report Xerron looked to Eurachis and thought Perhaps I should ask him to train me in force techniques, his ability with his force presence was impressive. Who knows what else he might be good with, besides he wants me serious and proffessional, maybe this is one way to show him I'm always serious and proffessional on a job[/color].

Then Xerron looked to his left and right taking in everybody around him and said "So, boss, what's the plan?".

Jaa watched as the sleeping form of Eurachis returned from its dormant state, rising with an incredible amount of dark Force power and crushing the full weight down on the man hovering over his body. It was like watching a mighty hammer of the Force swing down over the man as he fell to his knees before the Sith lord. A smirk crept across his face at the sight and shook his head a little. Not the type of thing he'd do. If someone tried that with him he'd rip their arm off. With or without a lightsaber. Then again if it was him he wouldn't let his guard down so easily. Although the Sith lord was probably more powerful than he let on at all, he was inclined to believe there was a hidden power, much like he'd sensed in the other Sith on Korriban during the saber duel. He nodded at Eurachis's order, but before he could report the man had seemed to recover and was giving his reports himself.

Military, personal guards and Mandalorians? Oh, Jaa was certainly looking forward to this now. Mandalorians were supposed to be fierce warriors and worthy fighters. He'd be interested in seeing how they fight, bleed and die. Maybe in that order. He waited for the report to conclude before producing the datapads and lifting them through the air with the Force, presenting them before Eurachis.
"Location found on the top few levels of a building with a glass dome roof. The dome has security systems wired all around it and the building has locked entrances and sensitive windows. Any attempt at forced entry would not go unnoticed. My initial findings result as follows: The buildings around the target are higher, meaning we can use them as a view point to our advantage." He paused, working through what had happened in his head.

"Guards patrol the rooftop. I noticed only a single patrol in the time I watched their movements, and they entered and exited by the same door, marked on the datapads. The other is possibly alarmed. I actually entered through a balcony which had an open door on it to allow a fresh circulation of air, though I doubt this option will be available to us on the night. The corridors themselves are thin and not suitable for fighting as they offer little room for sabers or acrobatics. Blasters definately have the advantage. Furthermore there are security systems spread around the corridors which would be best avoided if possible. Guards are well equipped though there did not seem to be any influential figures there when I attended." He smiled to himself, shaking his head. Just a few scared men who were easily manipulated.

"There were several exits to the ballroom spread around the room, which could probably be shut down if we could enter the security system, also marked on the datapads. It was there I managed to get this information. I convinced a guard to give me it and then wiped his mind. I was not seen by anyone, and so the guards should not be on alert in any way. A plan of attack from what I could see? Wait for a guarding patrol to come out, take them out on the rooftop, enter and have someone..." He looked at the man behind Eurachis, "Sneakily make their way to the security systems. Maybe find some way of confusing them, lock and seal the ballroom and then do as we please. Though of course, that was only my observations. The final word is yours, sir." He did not enjoy saying the word, but for now it would suffice. He was truly looking forward to this party.