The Hunt Begins...

[Catatafish]

The dark lord had spoken; Instructions were imparted to slay a high ranking officer of the Republic. Rago bowed his head slightly in submission, recieved the small communicator from Iniquitous, and walked slowly away from the gathering towards his strikefighter. As he tread through the rusted sands of the planet, through the force a path was marked for his appointed subordinates to follow, leading them to where Rago's ship was stationed; Adequate grounds for discussing the task at hand, without interruptions.

The small bith rested on a large reddish-orange stone in anticipation of the arrival of the rest of his party, and in deep, quiet meditation on their current assignment. It was evident for one such as Rago, highly disciplined in military tactics, that an extensive intelligence and reconnaissance operation was required, previous to any assault on the Admiral himself. Clearly there was more to this mission that met the eye; more than the dark overlord divulged...

Rago, however, did not occupy his mind only on the present mission, and its unknowns. His mind also cogitated on his companions for this assignment. As the appointed leader of this expedition, he knew quite well not to turn his back on his subordinates. Like a pack of Vornskr, they would strike at his very first sign of weakness or doubt. A perilous mission, indeed, for all involved.

[Jerek]

Jerek looked up as his name was called. He spotted the others in his group as they circled around the Dark Lord. Slowly, Jerek joined them, listeniing tot he briefing. He suspected there was more to the mission than just what Iniqitious had told them. Jerek didn't need to be Force-sensitive to know that much. As the Bith Dark Jedi walked over to a starfighter, Jerek follwoed him.

He stopped just short of the rock the Dark Jedi was sitting atop. None of the Dark Jedi gathered around the rock spoke. Jerek knew that the Bith was thinking of the mission, of how he ahd to be careful of the others. Dark Jedi were usually jealous of each other and would take the chance to strike each other down. Jerek wouldn't take any of the chances that would present themselves.

He had to play it safe, for now. He pulled the hood of his black cloak over his head and allowed it to fall halfway down his face, concealing his mask partially. He crossed his arms over his chest, waiting for the Bith to speak.