In the Vipers den

[kozeph]

"Colonel Gwenaelle, everything is set" A young and slightly nervous blond Lieutenant reported to the red dressed commanding officer. Madeline or otherwise known as the Red Madame nodded pleased, that this facility personnel was punctual and had prove useful.

"Thank you, Lieutenant... Have the droids activated and prep for the test trials" She said raising from her chair and walking out of the room. For an abandoned facility, the Sith had done wonders to bring it back to life. This former prison had been nicely adapted as a test site for a new line of droids, that Sith researchers were eagerly expecting good results. The red madame had been sent by the intelligence department to overseer the last test phase of the Glossicks.

Madeline slowly made her way to the observation deck, the stage was ready for the glossicks. She crossed corridors and her escort of three soldiers guided her to the test site, eventually she came across a large corridor with large panoramic view of the frozen wasteland around the facility. This base was miles away from any civilized collections of dwellings.

Soon enough Madeline reached into the observation deck, the semi circular room was guarded by eight armed soldiers and three of the scientist that had worked on designing the Glossicks.
"Afternoon" She said walking inside, there was a couple of salutes from the droid designers and the troops stood up a bit more erect. The Epicanthix colonel wasted little time and approached the large thick transparisteel window. Below and roughly at a ten meters distance, was a large open room that had once been a mes shall for the prison.

To the right side of the room there was a reinforced blast door, that held the test droids, directly on the opposite side of the room was a similar door that was opening, behind the massive door was the test rats for this experiments. Very hard to come by and acquire test subjects, Madeline had gone out of her way and lost a lot of men trying to get her Jedi test subjects.

"Good afternoon master Jedi, I hope your stay here has not been the most unpleasing one, I've taken extra care to arrange for your accommodation here" The lady in a red uniform spoke through a speaker, which allowed the Jedi below her to listen to her.

"But don't worry your time here will soon come to an end... You'll find your lightsabers in that case in the middle room, I trust you'll find them in perfect conditions... after all you will need them for the trials to come" The red Madame smile. She had been kind to her Jedi captives, for the three days they had been prisioners Madeline had fed them and while their cells where a little cold, it shouldn't have hinder them to much. After all she needed the Jedi knights at their best, if this test was to yield results.

[Leo]

Elgriq remained serene in his captivity. He sat cross legged in meditation in the middle of the room. It had been five days since the council chose him to lead some republican troops and a few other Jedi to Mygeeto to inspect and possibly take out a Sith garrison, and it had been three days since the Jedi and the troops had been separated. The Jedi, after putting up a magnificent fight, were surrounded and despite Elgriq's first impulse, he and the other Jedi surrendered their Lightsabers to avoid being killed. He found that he was becoming wiser and more patient with every passing year. Gone was a the reckless rogue he was only a few years ago as an exile. He had earned his title of Jedi Master. He had no idea why their lives were spared, but leaving multiple Jedi alone with their thoughts in a cell for three days was the biggest mistake their captor could make. They were going to get out no matter what.

Suddenly, a voice came over the loudspeaker. It was a woman's voice and it most definitely belonged to an agent of the Sith. The voice was condescending, and mockingly kind, and even over the speaker it reeked of the Dark Side. The large door opened up to an even larger room. Elgriq rose and turned to the other Jedi.

"Lets go."

He said confidently. The old man walked into the room and immediately opened the case containing the lightsabers with the force. He force-pulled his weapon, the most ornate of all of them, to his hand. It was a masterfully crafted hilt. Straight, long, and chrome with a cube-like emitter graced with interplanetary diamonds. Down the hilt was a perfect, slanted grip and At the bottom of the hilt was a solid orb of steel that was not separate but blended perfectly with the hilt and added a perfect weight to the weapon. There used to be a mystifying glass orb containing dangerous chemicals, but that smashed on a previous mission and was too flashy. This lightsaber was the last remnant of his exile along with his pet, Ollijio.....

Elgriq snapped back into it. Often his thoughts got the best of him. He clutched his saber at the ready and strolled around the room, stroking his big, golden beard. He elected to remain silent and observe his surroundings, remaining at the ready for a sudden attack.

[Othorious]

Drazden Krak jolted out of his meditative trance, the blast door that had held them back, was opening. Drazden slowly rised from his cross-legged position, his joints hurt, age does that to ya. The aging 52 year old Chistori strode out, following the aging human out of the cell, and into a larger room, another sealed door across it. The Human opened the case containing our lightsabers, or so Drazden hoped, the woman who announced that better not be lying. He was right, the lightsabers were there, including his own, a long, chrome steel hilt, bland, nothing flashy or ornamental, unlike the man's before him, a simple lightsaber. Drazden brought it to his hand with the force. Drazden never meant for him to become a captive, the briefing said it would be moderatly challenging, it was not so.

Days ago, a Republic shuttle holding Drazden, other Jedi, and a couple of republic troops, touched down near an abandoned Prison Facility on Mygeeto, it was said there was a small battalion of troops holding up there, a few Jedi and some of the best commandos were all that was needed, they were wrong. Before we even got close enough to the Facility, we were already under fire, some of the padawans we brought were easily slain, the Knights and Masters quickly retalliated, along with the Commandos. The Padawans were some of the Jedi master's and Knights, Drazden never did get a new Padawan after the....Jarod incident, he vowed never to forsake another young Jedi. The team quickly gained ground, approaching the massive facility looming in the distance, when all hell broke loose, dozens of Sith troopers flanked us, easily killing the commandos, and some of the Knights and Masters, until there was all but us left. We surrendered easily, better to live now, and fight another day. They were bound, gagged, and dragged through the facility, and left in this cell for about...three days was it? Perhaps more, but now they had some...trial ahead of them.

Drazden snapped out of his memories, and turned towards the large metal door ahead of them, preparing, for anything, Drazden didn't get this Master Title by luck or chance, but by skill, and determination, if he was to die here, then it would be a warriors Death, he was ready, his enemy, would not.

[Aramius]

Alyssandra rose from her place on the cell floor, eyes opening as she exhaled. "The game is afoot..." she thought to herself, exhaling calmly as she focused her awareness on the present, bright emerald eyes already taking in the newly opened room as she stepped forward, striding confidently into the new room, hands unconsciously, re-tying her Echani-white hair into a simple ponytail.

Over the three days of their incarceration, Alyssandra's sense of foreboding had been growing. After all, why would the Sith, an enemy painfully aware of the danger associated with holding Jedi, take pains to keep such captives well fed, let alone unbound within a cell? The entire situation rang false for Alyssandra. She disliked that.

Reaching into the case in the middle room, she retrieved her lightsaber, looking it over for signs of tampering. Hers was a simple hilt - steel, polished to a dull finish to prevent undue reflection of light, with two buttons on the hilt. Closing her eyes momentarily, she reached out, feeling the entirety of the blade's design - circuitry, focusing lenses, the twin crystals - and nodded to herself. The Sith had not tampered or sabotaged the blade. Rapidly, she checked the power pack, and emitter, nodding once more, before igniting the blade.

She took a moment, simple staring into the blade, inhaling deeply once, then exhaling. The intense emerald core, shifting to scintillating bright sapphire at the edges; the low, throbbing hum of the blade; the underlying vibrations of the hilt, compensated for almost unconsciously by her body. Executing three quick infinity loops, checking the weight of the blade, she nodded once more, before extinguishing the blade - no need to show the Sith the unique capability of a dual-phase blade, after all - and hooking it to her belt.

Now, however, she was even more on her guard. Something was definitely afoot here. Sith did not capture Jedi, only to treat them humanely and re-arm them within one of their facilities. No, there was no doubt something beyond the last blast door, something waiting for them. Letting her awareness filter out, she could feel, very vaguely, the presence of many non-sensitive Sith, and got a sense of... anticipation? Nervous excitement, even?

Refocusing her awareness, she began warming herself up for sudden, physical action - tensing and relaxing muscles, preparing herself for the impending conflict. She had been caught off-guard once already, and captured for her lapse.

This time, they would not find her wanting.

[Cain]

Sitting upon the cold floor of his cell, the dank, dark confinements in which Ganner Dysar was being held had become a rather bleak metaphor for the Jedi Knight's current disposition. Ganner stewed in the dark, silently cursing himself for his misfortune, but more so for his own unacceptable inadequacies.

Though Ganner was nearly 54 years old, as an Epicanthix he had the appearance of a man still in his 30's. He may have seemed indistinguishable from any other Jedi Knight off the Coruscanti assembly line were it not for his arms. Installed onto the stumps just below his shoulder joints were a pair of ghastly mechanical prosthetics which resembled silver bones stripped of their flesh. Ganner wore long black gloves to hide them, though with every movement the sound of his arm's mechanized whir was a constant reminder of what he'd lost.

There were other Jedi being held with Ganner, they may have even been Masters, it was difficult to tell. Whoever had been behind their kidnapping, they had been cunning enough to ensnare not one, but a whole group of Jedi Masters and Knights. This should have made Ganner feel better about his current predicament. It did not. He was Ganner Dysar, he was supposed to be a prodigy, but ever sense he'd lost his arms Ganner was second rate. 54 years old and he'd never had a Padawan learner, he was still following around his old Master on all of his missions, he was still a Jedi Knight. It wasn't supposed to be like this, and being captured by a Sith and locked away in a pen was the final indignity on a thirty year long downward spiral. Ganner was angry, he was bitter, and now he was backed into a corner.

As the blast doors opened and light poured into the cell in which Ganner and the other Jedi were confined, Ganner was seated against the wall, his head hanging down to the floor. The abrasive bright lights, and the screech of the Sith woman's voice over the speakers attracted Ganner's attention away from his stupor of self pity. Gritting his teeth, Ganner lifted himself up and stumbled out to where the other Jedi had retrieved their weapons. The case now only contained one lightsaber, his own. Ganner removed his gloves, revealing his mutilated appendages before reaching in and wrapping his cold, dead fingers around the saber's hilt.

Master Quan had warned him time and time again of the danger that accompanied despair. But Master Quan wasn't here this time, and Ganner didn't much care about the consequences anymore. He had lived with regret for long enough. It was time for someone else to suffer.

[kozeph]

Madeline turned around and sat in a chair that gave her a good view of the show, she rested her right forearm against a small table that was next to the simple chair. "Is something wrong doctor Yun? you look anxious..." The lady in red asked without looking at the elderly and nearly bald Lorrdian scientist, one of the leading figures in the Glossick project.

"eh... well, yes ehm.. Colonel are sure it is wise to arm the Jedi? I mean just handing them their lightsaber is..." He said nervously, he didn't expected that Madeline guessed his concerns.

The epicanthix Colonel smiled a bit while the man stuttered a response, she slowly turned her head and cut the doctor short.
"Doctor Yun" She paused for a second "I was sent here, to make sure this project is not a waste of the empire budget, I am here to make sure that the resources forward to your little invention can produce favorable out comes, as such I want to make sure that this droids of yours are up to the task that you have claimed. I've taken great pains to get the proper test subjects, and I need them at their full capacity, for this project of yours..." Madeline spoke softly, but her tone was commanding, like a mother telling a child what it had done wrong.

Madeline attention turned back to the Jedi below her and the opening of the opposite door, the one that housed the Glossicks.
Once the blast door finally opened, it revealed a impenetrable darkness, there was no light in that pit. Five seconds full of anxiety and pressure passed. Then six orbs of red light came to life, there was the sound of a machine moving in that darkness...
The red dots slowly made their way to the light and there it was. A six eyed droid, armed with a blade and holding a blaster rifle on its metallic hands.

"It is my honor to present a never before seen droid, developed by our scientist" Madeline spoke through the speaker so that the Jedi could know a bit more of their foes. "I present to you, the Glossick's... droids built specifically to fight the Jedi, you have been given the opportunity to be the first live sparring partners of this droids... We are here today to see if this droids are at the level to match you noble Jedi knights" Madeline spoke again, she smiled the excitement had slowly gripped her heart.

Seven more sets of six eyes soon came to life and seven more droids slowly walked into the room. Giving a grand total of eight Glossicks against the four Jedi knights and masters. The blast doors closed shut and the stage was ready and the play began.

"May the force embrace you noble Jedi, once you leave this world" Madeline said, not mocking the captives it was a sincere farewell.

Two of the Glossicks model eight and three drew their blades and charged the Chistori Jedi master called Drazden and sought to engage it in a lethal melee dance. Models two and five went against the Echani knight called Alyssandra one of the droids strafing in a Sig sag while firing from its blaster while the other sought to engage in melee. Models one and seven opted to engage the elderly master Elgriq at range and fired a hailstorm of blaster fire at him. The last two models four and six drew their blades and sought to flank around the knight Ganner.

(Fight them to a stand still, I'll leave the details of the duel to you... no dying at the moment for any side >:3)

[Leo]

As soon as the menacing droids made their move, Elgriq ignited his silver-bladed lightsaber and immediatley began deflecting blaster shots. Fending off blasters from two battle droids was no easy task, and Elgriq could not break his focus long enough to see what was going on. He continued to deflect blaster shots until the right moment came, a small pause in the firing, and he force-jumped directly behind the Glossicks in th split second it took for the glossicks to turn around and fight strike with their blades, Elgriq noticed what was really going on

The Glossicks had broken into teams of two and were taking on each jedi in said teams. Some blasting, some in melee, some teams doing both. Elgriq snapped back into focus as one of his enemy's vibroblades skipped off his lightsaber and knicked his side. He shook the stinging pain off and began to ferociously battle the Glossicks, even letting out a fearsome battle cry as he deflected and returned blows. These droids were well-made, and he was finding a slight challenge in engaging them. Fighting, however, was Elgriq's specialty. Raised by wookiees, he had always been a wild and powerful fighter rather than a meditator. It was wrong to give him his lightsaber. The jedi were going to prevail.

[Othorious]

In one swift motion, Drazden's teal blade sprang to life, blocking one of the first strikes by the droids. Drazden held that position for a few more seconds, then broke contact and leaped back, the Glossicks following suit. Drazdan decided that defending against these metal monstorcities would be a wasted effort, and decided to go on the offensive, switching to Ataru and leaping at the closest Glossick, attempting to throw it off balance with a well placed kick, it didn't work. Drazdan rebounded off the Glossick, just in time to parry a strike from one of the Glossicks, the other closed in faster than expected, forcing Drazdan to rethink his strategy, and switch to the defensive. These things are tougher than expected...No matter, our combined forces should be able to stop them

Drazdan defended against both death machines, a difficult feat, but not an impossible one. Drazdan's concentration on the two droids was unfaultering, until he faultered just for a nanosecond, and one of the Droid's blades got through, grazing his right shoulder. "Agh!" Drazden forced both Droids back with the force, then suddenly leaped again at one of the Droids, repulsing off it's head and landing behind them attempting to sever their legs, but the droids were smarter than he thought, and more acrobatic than he anticipated. Not only did the Glossicks manage to avoid the attack, but quickly recover and re-engage Drazdam. Damnit, there seems to be no weakness in these! Drazdan swung his lightsaber around once, and re-engaged the Glossicks, saber locking with one of them, while the other quickly rushed in.

[Aramius]

The moment the blast door had opened, Alyssandra's blue-green blade sprang forth with the familiar snap-hiss of energy so characteristic of lightsabers. She made no motion toward them as they entered the room, simply taking up a basic stance, blade held one-handed and out to her right, ready to snap up on either defense or attack, and studied the droids.

"Six eyes... no doubt with a high efficiency processor. Fast reactions up close, most likely. Heavy armor plating... built in weapons, probably, along with those blaster rifles and blades."

Then the droids charged forward, and there was no more time for thinking; only swift, lethal action. Snapping her blade up, she entered a basic Soresu stance for a few moments, deflecting the fire that one droid blasted out at her while noting its movements. Then the second droid was upon her, vibroblade lashing out in an unerring strike. Parrying the strike, she skipped back a pace, before moving into the offensive, allowing the Force to guide, and be guided, by her mind and body as she leaped forward, striking the blade of the second Glossick and bringing it between her and the Glossick that continued to dance out of range, firing bolt after bolt of blaster energy at her.

She engaged the blade-wielding Glossick, blade slashing in unerringly in the wide, fast strikes so characteristic of her chosen Form, Ataru, letting instinct and experience guide her hand and body as she tactically circled the Glossick, always careful to keep it between her and its blaster-wielding counterpart. Even so, the occasional bolt would still lash out as the occasional clear shot opened up, and despite her best efforts to dodge or deflect these sporadic blasts, one managed to slice past her lower torso, casting a very shallow furrow in her side, marked by only a slight hiss of pain.

[Cain]

((My apologies for the delay))

No sooner did Ganner collect his weapon then did the Sith doctor's voice screech back over the speakers, and the blast doors across from the Jedi began to open. Droids designed to hunt Jedi, huh? Ganner thought, gritting his teeth, Spineless. Just let that Schutta show her face...

As the Glossick droids emerged they immediately began coordinating attacks on all four Jedi. Ganner quickly sensed the danger encroaching from either side as a pair of Glossick's drew their blades and moved in on Ganner's flanks. A level head might have concluded the best course of action would be to avoid the droid's attacks until Ganner might be able to ascertain these opponent's capabilities, and therefore a simple dodge would be in order to counter the droid's flanking maneuver. A level head may have concluded that much, but Ganner Dysar's logic was currently being overridden by his passions.

With a look of contempt in his eyes, Ganner intercepted the blade of the droid charging in from his right with his lightsaber, and the droid to his left with his bare left forearm. The rapid osculations of the Glossicks' virbroswords caused the blades to skip off of Ganner's lightsaber and begin to saw into his metal left arm respectively. Sensing his left arm about to be hacked off, Ganner swung around to face the Glossick there and loosed all the Force energy he could muster to shove it back and away. In so doing, the second droid was able to line up a second attack, raking it's vibrosword across Ganner's back.

With a grunt Ganner stumbled forward and fell to his knees. Ganner was fortunate the attack had only lacerated his back and not cut into his spine. The droids allowed their prey almost no time to recover, immediately regrouping and charging in for a second attack. The machines were fast, and far more skilled with a blade then Ganner had expected from mere droids. If he was going to survive he would have to get serious.

[kozeph]

(As some of you may know, Sin had to leave the site for a time, so I will be controlling his character for now)

The lady in red was just mesmerized, astonished and speechless. For the first time in her long life, she was seeing something she had never truly even come to imagined. She was not the only one, everyone one watching the test was simply speechless. For most this was the first time in their lives that they have seen something keeping the Jedi on their toes, for many this was the first time seeing the greatest guardians of the Republic fighting in a loosing battle.

Madeline had no real words to say, nor she could even form a smile in her lips, she didn't want to miss any second of this show.
Jedi master Elrig furiously style was simply delicious to watch, how he fought back was simply amazing. Then there was the She knight Alyssandra her complete focus in her battle, and the sight that when her focus faltered for a split of a second a blade gashed her shoulder.

Then there was the Chistori master, he held the line but he was either to old or had taken his opponents too lightly. Then there was the bitter Ganner Dysar, the most emotional compromised Jedi in the group. Madeline attention was drawn to him, just as the first breach in his defense was made, by Madeline calculations she figured he would be the first to fall. She smiled for the first time as a blade pierced his back. His end was near...

The ground shook for a moment, Madeline and the rest of the observers were caught of guard by the sudden assault. The red Madame watched in horror as one of the glossicks was tossed right through the observation window. She jumped out of her chair and rolled just in time to narrowly avoid the flying droid. She stood up, carefully and slowly to avoid being cut by the shards of glasses in the floor. She heard a scream, it was the Chistori master.

"GO! I will hold them back" His voice was powerful and carried the will of the force. Madeline walked to the border of the broken window to watch the scene unfold. She didn't understand what was going on.

She how master Drazden cleaved the head out of the last glossick fighting him. Then he did something and a massive and invisible force blasted the door that led to the exit, the door the Glossicks came from.

"Just go! we have to warm the galaxy of this threat! I will hold them off for as long as I can" he shouted again, but then he hissed in pain. He failed to notice that decapitation did not grant the Glossicks a final death. The headless droid used its wrist blades to stab the Chistori Jedi master. But it was not enough to bring down the Jedi. Who tossed the droid to the side and forced all the droids to engage him in battle.

"Move security teams to the breach, hold the Jedi back" Madeline said rushing outside the room with a pair of guards behind her. "Lock down the control center and place three units there, code Alpha now and move the package to the hangar, I don't want the Jedi escaping" The roar of battle could be heard behind her, that Chistori was doing the impossible to hold back the Glossicks...

As far as Madeline could predict the Jedi could do three possible actions, the first and more obvious one was to head to the hangar and try to escape the base. The second one was to waste time and effort to destroy the command center recording the information of the battle and the last was to go after Madeline. Luckily for the sith, Madeline had decided to hold this little test in a prison and not the Glossicks factory.

"Keep recording the battle, I want our men to hold the Jedi back, pin them down and wait for the droids... once they handle that lizard, they will deal with the Jedi..." Everything had turned out for the worst.

(your choice what to do now, keep fighting the Glossicks, go after Madeline, try to escape the base or split up and try to cause havoc around the base)