Escape! A Sith no more!

(Occ-sorry that the post isn't better.... RL has started to not only attack me but my family.)


The ruddy darkness hid many things but the death of three sith lives may not have matter to most sith. Yet when tied to a weak willed sithling it could have been only one option, betrayle. A ghostly firgure rose from a shadowed crest near to the deaths of the sith guards. A com chimmed and a Honog spoke two words, 'Traitor left.'
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Giving direction and speed he hopped a mando styled speeder, which was aquired at the battle on Ordo. It roared to life and from the flattened cliff face Honog persued just far enough that either's force sigs were faint. Letting a joining with the force Honog could hide almost anywhere on Korriban. This mixed with his native skills with a near invisable stalking technique made this noghri a top predator in the hidden shadowy world of the sith.
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He had heard of this one, this Zan. Not much of what he had heard was overtly great. Though reports about it on Nal Hutta stated a sucess. He though had his doubts as to the opponet this Jedi he had encountered and disarm. The reasoning why this one decided to kill and then run was going to be found out by Honog. The known standing order to those that leave the order were that if they left peacefully they were to be not molested. This one did not know or failed to understand this point. So now Honog was chasing to call to the actions of this true traitor.

Three days ago...

A swift ship emerges from hyperspace, above the red planet called Korriban where a massive Sith flagship stay suspended in the nothingness of space.

A voice sounded on the comms of the much smaller ship.
Approaching XS light freighter...state your purpose, cargo and destenation. The voice sounded stern and requesting.

The captain of the ship sat in the chair as he made a few adjustments as he was readjusting from hyperspace.
I certainly hope that code and cargo Zanabar gave us wasn't some cruel trick to get me killed. Zett remarked to the little co-pilot droid before switching the comms on his end on-line.

Delivering Cargo and Supplies to the Temple receiving docks.

Transmit you clearance code and allow us access to you cargo computer mainframe.

Transmitting code now...You now have access to my cargo hold computers.

It wasn't rare for a small ship to come up and bring small "Important" bits of cargo to the Planet separate from the Cargo convoys, Hopefully Zett port raid his part well other wise he wouldn't be flying in a straight line much longer.

Clarence code accepted...cargo confirmed you may commence your approach.

Zett didn't waste time as he allowed the ship to speed past the haul off the massive ship.

After landing and unloading the cargo he left but didn't leave the planet as he was told from the authorities...instead he had someone to pick up...he looked at the chrono on the computer mainframe, Three days before picking Zanabar up.

He flew the ship into a sand storm that was close to that of the type he had grown up avoiding on Tatooine, he knew enough about them that if the Sith tried to find him it would be next to impossible in the storm for two reasons: first, scanners don't work very well in that environment, second, it would be impossible to survive in those conditions.

Zett landed the ship in the heaviest part of the storm with a decent bit more difficulty then he was used to that part was due to the storm. He would be save for a few hours in this storm at which point he would be able to make his way to a canyon with little problem.



Now...


The day had come and even though he had only been here for three days it had seemed like weeks dodging Sith scouting parties that where still looking for him. Now however the signal had come directly from Zanabar, it was time for him to make sure things where in complete order and ready to pick him up from the pick-up zone. It would take near perfect timing and yet deep down in his gut he knew something wasn't going to turn out right. They never did. Always when his life was on the line and they never did.

"Zett Rem... This is Zanabar, and I am ready to be extracted so be ready to pick me up, and don't be late if you want your payment..."

That was it the call that was made by Zanabar. It was now time to go.
T6 make sure the gun well is ready....i have a feeling we're gonna need it.

Zett pulled the ship out of the fifth canyon he had hid in while being here on Korribon, and entered into the night heading to the place of meeting.....

The sith red squadron leader was on patrol he'd been looking for a freighter that went missing three days ago.

Crap why do we always get stuck with the grave yard shift.

The captain was annoyed about always being given the most inconvinient shifts.

All of a sudden he heard the radio go off.

Traitor!!!

As soon as he heard that he thought about the possible rewards that may be in store for him.

He transmits a randevouz for his squad to the valley of the lords.

Then he grabs the radio and says,

Roger that Over.

When hes finally in range he sees a speeder chase.
Immediately he dives opens unconditional and uncontrolled fire upon the speeders indiscriminately.
Immediately he orders all squad members to engage except for one rearguard.

At the small airfield just out of nobody's way, the alarm blared and cause the engineering crews to scatter across the tarmac. Spotlights came up around the airfield and the light patrol ship that was parked on one side of it, illuminating everything. On the bridge of the ship, Arek Passik sat up a little more in his command chair, this was about to get interesting.

"Ensign Passik, control, you are cleared to lift off. There is an unknown bogey entering the no fly zone, radar signatures indicate it is a light freighter. Escort it out and then proceed to your next objective, a sith is attempting to flee, eliminate him after you have completed your first objective. Your callsign is Able-one"

"Ensign Passik to control, roger-wilco, Able-one will proceed to the target, out." He cut the connection and with a signal to the navigation officer, the ship activated it's repulsor-lifts and rose into the air. The engines whined as they began to work from a cold start and in short order, the patrol ship was on it's way, making a high flight around ten kilometers above the ground so that it would be noticed by the freighter.

In a few minutes, the unfortunate light freighter came into sight and the patrol ship dropped down to match altitude with it. "This is the patrol ship Nicadeamus. You have entered a no fly zone, repeat, you have entered a no fly zone. please proceed to the exit coordinates, we shall escort you out."

Zanabar could feel it right away, he felt a since of danger the moment he hoped that bike, he must have missed a guard or something. No matter the reason one thing remained true, Zanabar's path was just as dangerous as expected. Reaching out though the force he touched anything he could within miles while still working to maintain speed on his bike. He felt a faint force signal, although not distant but still faint.

It was clear he was dealing with no grunt, but a true Sith. Zan had no choice but to drop a quick call to Zett saying "Hurry up! I can't run forever, I already have people on my tail, and not just anybody, people who could make trouble for you and me... I can feel it in the force, we are in great danger if you don't pick up the pace Captain."

Although nothing ever seems to go right since not long after Zan's feelings shifted to more abrupt danger. His bike swerved, bobbed and weaved avoiding any and all bolts from a small assault ship above. Red bolts of light rained down and Zan felt nothing would distract him, he doesn't care about the bits of red light flashing down from above, he didn't care if he made it in one peace as long as he makes it.

Zan sees the perfect substitute pick up space, a area where if lucky could lose both the ship and the Sith. He rushed up a mountain side road that took Zanabar though a number of tunnels and turns as he made his way up to finally reach a large cave that opened up into a rather long mountain side ledge. At the very least he could lose the person in the ship, although he hoped Zett wouldn't become the next target...

Zanabar Got off his bike and hide in the tunnels while hiding his own force energies the best he can while watching the single entrance rather closely with hopes to determine who was after him. For who ever it was he could only hope this enemy can be dispatched with ease.

Honog felt the ships coming before they started raining down fire from on high. The bolts smacked the ground digging shards out of it, which flew into his face making minor scratches. Snarlling at the minor pain he called on his coms and called for a ship. The reason for the lift was that the growing mountains on the horizion.
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Tunnels and crags would hide anyone and thing, so getting higher was a better option for this chase. Also it made for tracking the course of the incoming ship and then guessing it's end point. The fliers slowed to the same speed that Honog was running, which was a break neck speed as it was, so that he could jump lattrily toward the ship. Landing on the ship he held on with the force as he told what to do.
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Lifting higher than the current ships Honog watched as the pursueing ships lost track of the speeder. The pilot told him of the laid course of the unwanted ship. Reaching out within the force he searched getting a faint feel within it.
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'It's slowed and must be waiting for it's pick up let's give it it's reward of being a traitor.'
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Giving the order to the pilot they moved toward the area. On a cliff face was cut into the mountan a short ledge which came out of one tunnel and entered a cave of largish perportions. Having the pilot lift higher Honog jumped off and slowly made his way down to the ledge. Once there the ground had signs of recent speder bike trails. Sniffing the air he tried to get a glimps of who it would be. A faint odor graced his snubbed nose. The fowled smell of one he had passed many times was caught in his nose. Snorting it out he knew it was the same sith. So rising he slowly stalked to the entrance of the cave. It utter ghostly silence he moved till he was at the cave's mouth. The hiss that escaped his lips had hatred with an evil intent.

Zett now had a lock on where Zanabar was and the direction he was heading, when he got several red bleeps on his radar, one squad was heading in Zanabar's direction, and one that read as a patrol ship and smaller squad on his own tail,
"This is the patrol ship Nicadeamus. You have entered a no fly zone, repeat, you have entered a no fly zone. please proceed to the exit coordinates, we shall escort you out."

Zett pulled up the open comm and responded,
Nicadeamus, I was running some cargo to one of the unloading areas and i got lost in one of the sandstorms, then before i knew it i was fallowing a canyon i had never seen before. He was trying to buy a little time, he then switched his comms over to the privet channel and sent a text only message to Zanabar,
I have your location and I'm on my way to help pick one of them off, but I've got company, when i get there i won't be able to stop, You'll have to jump while I'm moving. I'll do my best to give you a clear opening.
Then after double checking that the messages was coded turned back to the Nicadeamus' comm channel
How good are your engines? He asked sarcastically before flipping the Star Hunter down into one of the Canyons that spliced into the Mountain that Zanabar was now heading to.

He spun the ship onto it's side and maneuvered through the Canyon and looked at the Radar that showed his target location being only 10 minutes away. If he didn't crash into the canyon wall.

"Control, Able-one, enemy ship is evading capture, all nearby units, track number: one-three-three-seven-two is hostile. Able-one is moving to eliminate the target. out." transmitted Ensign Passik as he watched the small freighter fly into the canyon. It was good move, he would need to find out the name of the pilot after the teams combed through the wreckage. The navigator was already turning hard at the helm to follow. The Nicadeamus was a very good ship, three years of hard service, fighting pirates and it hadn't failed him yet. Despite the other pilot's best efforts to loose the patrol ship in the canyon, he was still on radar, and he had a radar signature as big as a cruiser. "All hands, strap yourselves in for upward G forces. Switch firing system to manual, slave the forward deck gun to the radar and plot an intercept course, we're going in after him."

"Aye sir, gun slaved and crew buckled down. Intercept course plotted."

"Able-one, Control, we have identified the freighter as one that our fighter patrols were looking for. Eliminate the target, you are cleared for missile use." Stated the tactical coordinator in a mild tone. "Aye, Able-one, eliminating the enemy. Out."

One of the advantages to flying a patrol ship, bigger and more powerful thrusters. He managed to catch speed with the freighter as it flew through the canyon, something that was much too small for the patrol ship to enter, but Ensign Passik hadn't even though once about entering the canyon. "All hands, brace for G forces. Pilot, flip this ship!"

"Flip this ship, aye sir." said the pilot with mild glee as his yanked the ship over hard and soon, it was flying directly over the top of the canyon, all weapons pointed directly at the freighter. The pilot of the other ship was good, it was a pity he didn't work for the military. The crew of the CIC was now upside down, while ships tended not to be meant to operate in this fashion, it did not matter to Passik, the enemy was in sight. "Track number: one-three-three-seven-two, prepare deck gun for three shots, fire on command from CIC." "Aye sir, gun ready"

Passik pulled a firing controller from under(above?) his dashboard and pulled the trigger. The plasma gun swung around and pointed at the freighter, aimed by the computers onboard the ship and the radar it was slaved to. It fired a single white hot lance of plasma.

Zanabar had felt this darkness before, it was somebody he had crossed in his early days as a Sith slave... He was but a worm in that time, mind broken and blinded by rage. Thus he was easily pulled to the darkside, yet he was not so deep as others for he was right now clawing his way out of the pit that is the darkside. He knew he wouldn't have the ability to hide from this Sith so his plans changed ever so suddenly.

There was no use hidding for if he did he would only be taken by supprise later when he loses track of the enemy, he only hoped Zett could get here on time. The Zabrak stepped from behind a large spear like stone in the ground and walked closer to the middle of the cave floor. " How interesting is this? The first Sith I was to ever meet has come to see me off... How kind of you Beast..."

Zanabar was not happy to face off with such a strong enemy, that loud hissing made it clear the Beast was rather upset. The former Sith could only think this beast is constantly enraged, how miss guided. Using the force Zanabar broke apart the stones and smaller spear like pillars behind him while he took his saber in hand and made the choice to speak to the Beast hoping to throw the being off a bit.

"Well Beast, what is your reason for following me? Could you have not let me be and simply moved on? We don't have to fight and you don't have to remain Sith knowing it will get you no where..." He hoped to keep the beast talking in order to avoid fighting until Zett could pick him up, but he was prepared for whatever was to come.

Honog had seen this one awhile back but his intrest was on other things, namely his own name and standing within the order. Yet now that standing no longer mattered never to rise never to be a Darth. The only thing he knew now was keeping the orders of the temple. 'One can leave freely. Take only what you brought. Leave peacefully and live. Never inform the other side.

This former sith did not leave peacefully. Which meant this one was headed to the otherside. So the noghri was not going to simply let this one just leave.

Walking away must have been to hard for such a weak willed one. If you had left without killing then all you would have to deal with was the trouble your friend is dealing with. As it is two are dead and more will die before it's all over with and they might include your help and yourself. Either way it does not matter to me what does is your blood on my blade. So quit trying to play the reluctant hero for a coward you are and will all ways be.

The dual sound of the snap hiss of his sabers came to life as Honog swelled with power. With an advanced Ataru starting position Honog ready himself. He could hear the ships coming closer. This was going to be needed to be fast not the favored slower kill that he liked. Ataru moves with enhanced Juryo strikes had to happen if the duel was going to end before the ships start to interfere.

Shifting his weight to the ball of his left foot he turned his body toward the other leading with his left shoulder and swinging his right leg behind him. The crackling of force static start to pop and arched from his body as his power level grew. All out unrestained attack what he was famous and riddiaculed for was coming like an avalanche and nothing in the force was going to stop it.

((OOC---Skip me ad let Tim go to get a little bit of a duel going and then I'll fly in.))

Ensign Passik let out a grin as the explosion of the near hit impacted into the floor of the canyon and sent a shockwave up. The fireball could still be seen behind them as the equivalent of two thousand kilos of TNT continued to fuse and release energy. The other pilot was amazingly good at this, though it was probably from desperation, and he was diving through the canyon at a rather breakneck pace. The light freighter had been shaken by the detonation and Passik toned down the blast yield from two thousand to five hundred kilos to bring the magazine to eight shots and squeezed the trigger. The flying was incredible, the shots all missed, just barely, they all missed by mere meters, though the last was was a direct hit. The blast impacted and the shields faltered slightly before dying, if there hadn't been any shots left in the breech of the gun, the ship would be dead.

Then, perhaps in a final last ditch attempt to fight back, the ship raised the light blaster cannon and loosed several shots at the patrol ship. The rate of fire was a bit dangerous for a blaster, the shots were hitting the shields almost on the heels of the other. Such a thing was no doubt bad for a cannon's barrel, but the continuous stress, especially in such a tight cluster, was hell on the shields as well.

"Weapons, get the cannon reloaded, twelve shots, five hundred ton yield. Navigation, can you plot where his destination is?"

"Aye sir, he's headed to towards the battle site where the escaping sith is. It looks like he is that guy's ride.

"Alright, follow up on him, and prepare to . . ."

Before he could finish the sentence, the shields fell from the pressure of the continuous blasts, and a shot impacted the deck of the ship. The bolt ripped open some of the deck and burned off one of the sensor modules onboard the ship, thankfully not the radar. The CIC went dark for a split second and the ship began to slow down as the computer began diverting power from the magnetic containment bottle in the gun to run damage assessment. The ship also began slowing down as well, as the ship also began to leak highly radioactive fullerene oil, the coolant to the fusion reactor. Protocol dictated that in case of such a leak, the ship would slow down in order to prevent the leak from spreading as far as possible.

Automatic damage control began to close the self sealing coolant line, though it was only a quick patch. The ship would need to slow down further to keep the line from rupturing, even as the enemy ship drew further away. Ensign Passik slammed his fist into the arm of his command chair and began considering his options.

"Pilot, flip us back over."

"Rightside up, aye sir"

The pilot yanked on the controls again and the ship flipped itself back over, now rightside up, they could continue to do something about the increasing distance. "Tactical, open VLS cell one, launch all four SAMs in the cell at the enemy."

"Aye sir, automatic tracking, system locked on. Infra-radar guided missile hybrid, launching"

Outside, one VLS cell opened up and four rocket plumes could be seen as the missiles lifted themselves out of the holding canisters. When they got to a sufficient distance, they activated the main thrusters and began using their radar to seek out their target and then plunged into the canyon in order to seek out their prey.

((OOC---OK i gave Rambo permission to do what he did, i will make a reply for Zett's actions. But will not arrive at Zan's battle zone.))

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Several shots Rained down on the Star Hunter As if a heaven had opened up to punish Zett. Zett knew that there was a strain on the patrol ship, no ship was meant to stay upside down for this long under Atmosphere.

Stunts, sure; But not sustained flight.

Zett had to avoid Stalagmites and laser blasts, and at time had to choose between which to dodge.

Finally his turn came, T6 YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO!

With that a beep came through the com,
Give 'em a few warning shots first!

Without delay T6 fired a handful of shots directed at harmless areas or intentionally missing.

With no change from the patrol ship, Zett had timed it, now would be the best time to cripple the ship with a blow to the engines,
Fine...be that way...T6 hit the engines.
Another confirming beep, and then a full power blast, one that did hit it's target.

Zett watched as it forced the ship to slow down, and then Zett prepped the missiles, Then the patrol Ship flipped and began gaining speed and distance on Zett.

Zett had to dodge another Stalagmite like structure and then slingshot between a tight area where the walls narrowed a bit, he skimmed the bottom of the ship and then he fired the missile aimed at the narrow choke point, Zett hoped that the damage from the explosion would hit the patrol ship, or at least deter it to the point of leaving Zett alone.

Well, he couldn't keep the beast distracted for long and Zett seemed to still be a distance away... How sad... Zanabar had no choice but to fend for himself at the moment. He had little choice, they were all around his hidden speeder bike, a unregistered bike at that. He couldn't afford to have them give chance, plus he kinda just wanted to kill them. Although he was leaving the Sith does not mean he still held elements of the darkside close to his heart. It could not be helped, that simple...
Yet this man was alone so Zan felt at least a bit more confident knowing he wouldn't be out numbered in this bout.

"Walking away must have been to hard for such a weak willed one. If you had left without killing then all you would have to deal with was the trouble your friend is dealing with. As it is two are dead and more will die before it's all over with and they might include your help and yourself. Either way it does not matter to me what does is your blood on my blade. So quit trying to play the reluctant hero for a coward you are and will all ways be."

Zanabar smiled at that response and said " Oh beast... I never claimed to be a hero, nor have I said I am anymore than a Coward, after all I was once Sith... And that organization is little more than a safe haven for the greatest cowards in the known galaxy." soon after the words of two enemies Zanabar ignited his lightsaber same as Honog as he started to see the sparks around the monster's body and he knew the best thing to do would be to fight defensively in this situation, since he knew this animal was likely more experienced and he had no reason to hold back any longer... So Zanabar took a advanced Djem So stance while applying basic Soresu movement and blocking techniques to fend off the brutal assault, while lashing out whenever he sees a chance.

Although He did not have to keep up this defensive for long, for he soon did a swift little force leap back against the wall far behind him and released a wave of force energy sending the large number of rocks he loosened flying at the beast.

Rocks and stones suddenly started to crash all around, falling from over head and bursting from the ground, all to force the beast into a defensive position before Zanabar blasted out the wall behind himself and leaped out on to a ledge and though the force started making his way up a wall of jagged stone and ledges... Hoping for a early pick up, or at least he could try to run until Zett appears.

With blades drawn the battle started. Honog dodged and parried with both the sabers one in each hand till the other force jumped away at which he could feel the spike in the force. The rock and debrie exploded around him. Pulling the force he was using closely around he raised a force shield. It was tight and very close but stronger than he had in the past. When a larger object would come near he would bat it away with a force tendril.

Then a disturbing shuddering thud as a larger section of the mountain fell. Coring his force within himself with a roar he charged his shield with a explosive force blast. The boulders and debrie shifted slightly to form a surounding wall to hold the rest from crushing him.

At this point rage was welling up inside him and in turn he, Honog noghri of the Sith, finally unleashed for the first time is full destructive power. A destructive explosion enhanced by a telekinitic wave made the shelter of rock and stone to be sent far from him in every direction. With his eyes glowing blood red with primal force power he searched the mountain for the traitor.

Seeing him making an escape up the mountaion side Honog force jumped after him. A few jumps later and he was catching up to him. The rage now was pouring through him and it showed. The static of force lighting arched each time he touched down. He also roared in pain by the extreme use of his muscles with in his legs which were trying to tear themselves apart. Yet it was the full submergion into the darkside was what held him together and made him want for the traitor's head even more.

(Battle music www.youtube.com/watch?v=iUMEzUMcu64)

The ship spun through the rocks emerging with dents and slight burn marks from the explosions, the Patrol ship on the other hand had just recovered from Zett's little stunt and couldn't handle the blow, it had to call off the pursuit and land.

Zett let out a sigh of relief and continued to navigate the trench until the Squadron was in view heading for Zanabars location. He pulled the ship in a sharp upward pull out of the trench. Out running the starfighters, and coming onto the com, Zan whenever you're ready I'll be bullying the starfighters.

Zett spun the ship into attack position taking out starfighters withing seconds of spinning a long battle was on the rise.

Zanabar was moving swiftly up the mountain, knowing attempting to look back could seal his fate. He had to get into a wider space, and the top of this monstrous cliff could be the safest place for the former Sith to get a quick pick up. He only hopes he can beat the reinforcements and deal a blow to the Sith empire. Soon the Zabrak ran out of ledges and was forced to start climbing so before he got to far up and the enemy got to close, he reached out though the force and crushed the joints of the unsteady stepping stones closest to him.

The rocks falling to the world below would almost promise the escapee a clean get away, hopefully... The large beast may have found himself climbing the large rock wall as well, for no force leap could cover the distance between the remaining ledges and the top of the mountain. Moments later Zanabar managed to reach the top in time to recover Zett's call, "Whenever your ready" causing Zanabar to grin and take off running to the middle of the mountain and ignite his saber. "Have your fun and I will have mine Captain! just circle this mountain as closely as you can for when I decide to drop in."

He took his stance and waited for the monstrous Sith who he could sense over a great distance do to the force rage... That power always leads to a dangerous enemy. When the beast finally would rise Zanabar would say " Well it was nice knowing you... Is what I wish I could say but really... whats nice about the Sith now ah days?" Said the Sith with a smile before attempting to send a shock though the large beings body with thick bolts of force lightning.

Honog finally made the area where the traitor had stopped

Well it was nice knowing you... Is what I wish I could say but really... whats nice about the Sith now ah days?

Honog started to speak as the force lighting hit him fully in the chest. Honog let the lighting play over his chest and also merged his own force bubbles and lighting. The two styles of force lighting moved and affected each other. The traitors lighting burned his clothes and made a few burn marks. It would have been worse if he had not let some of it play off and using his own force lighting to ground the other's to the ground.

When the lighting stopped Honog was bent back his head pointing to the sky and his clothes smoldering. His body near the limits yet the force kept flowing stronger and swelling ever greater. To the point of breaking and exploding with the massive level of power.

We will deal with you if you ever speak of the Order. My blade will be the first to taste your flesh and the ending you will not be like.

Honog let force develop on either hand and with in he forced force lighing. The bolts jumped from his hands these were not like the traitors. These bolds were filled with the darkness of the force. Backed by the primal side of the force they burned hotter and were a blinding rose color. They burned the ground till they reached the traitor. The buzzing, snapping and popping of the lightings sounded like thunder from a Korriban.