[Closed X-Guild RP] Pathway to Stone - Sith'ari Path & EPOCH Only

Seeing Jylan arive on his swoop bike Darth'Ishad grined knowing he didnt have to deal with the jedi any longer.


"Is this him?” he said pulling up beside the group, “Have you actually left anything for me to take back?”

Darth'Ishad looked up to him chuckled a bit, "more then id like to leave." As he finished he threw the jedi to the ground towards Jylan "have fun with this one, seems like he is stupid enough to put up a fight."

He walked away and stood next to Aleena waiting for the next order. As she finished talking to Skursir she turned to the group

"Circumstances have altered but our primary objective remains the same. We will continue to the rendezvous and contact the ship as arranged. Thumb, Keel, take point."

She scaned the are for a moment

"Move out."

Darth'Ishad looked to her bowed his head "as you wish." He enjoyed staying behind in a way being able to watch all that went on and when needed he could strike with a rage no one had felt.

"Carry on, Agent."

Jylan made a small curtsy and walked over to the the Twe'lik, Jylan guessed the woman was always hiding her true feelings towards the Agents, she made more of an effort for those in command then those below her rank it seemed, he'd make an effort not to cry in front of her though.

He moved over to the slumped Twe'lik who had small trail of its purple blood trailing down its neck, it looked dead and in no state to fight but definitely not bound, Jylan moved over to it and tied the poor creature up. Looking at his companions it was obvious he was going to receive no help moving the prisoner so he dragged the heavy load back to his speeder himself, heaving him on and securing him the small Zabrak leaned on his speeder and caught his breath.
“Gloves....” he groaned looking down at his blood covered hands, grimacing he climbed onto the speeder and headed back to the ship.

(OOC: You can assume I've returned and have made it on board everyone, I just didnt bother to narrate my every move )

The Temple of the Guiding Light was a majestic building found when the Jedi returned to Tython. With alterations and repairs, it was put to use schooling many of the planet’s younglings. It was the only building in the field, but situated on a plateau of marble and surrounded by four guard towers about three stories high looking over the area. The Temple itself was about six stories in height and was made up of classrooms and dormitories that housed knights and pupils alike.
The field was a bounding landscape, littered with the odd tree and exotic flowers. It was indeed, picturesque, surrounded mostly by the beautiful forest that became less dense when it came onto the area. The place had immediately been put to use as a school, as it was deemed perfect as a playground and place for meditation. Indeed, younglings ran about and in some cases, acting out duels with sticks.

Master Darnas, clothed in his rich brown-with-gold-trimmings robe, stepped out and breathed in the air. It was clean and refreshing. Not a hint of the darkness he had seen in his meditation. A knight nodded respectfully to him as he passed, but Darnas grabbed his shoulder. “Narmo, where is Klahn? He is late”.
The Rodian looked shocked for a moment, and then concentrated hard. “He went out to the forest, like he normally does – meditating no doubt”.
“The forest? Which part?”
Narmo thought for another moment, “I think I saw him heading in that direction,” and he pointed south east.
“Hmmm... That’s where the ship was seen landing”, Master Darnas stroked his chin, frowning.
“The ship?” Narmo looked confused. “The one that was reported in?”
“Indeed,” came the reply. The human Master reached out into the force and tried to feel Klahn. He was there, deep in the forest, in rest. “I believe him to be asleep, watch out for him when he comes back.”

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Skursir descended into the hold. Jylan was moving up the ramp with a pink Twi’lek dressed in a mixture of beige and gold wrappings, smothered with blood – assumingly his own. He was unconscious, for now anyway. “Sset him down by those cratess”, Skursir pointed out a corner. Jylan did not hesitate, after all, it was the closest one to him, but the Padawan didn’t seem to be too heavy in any case.
“So thiss iss their vanguard?” Skursir walked up to the young Jedi, but refrained from harshly prodding him. “A meagre portion at besst. Let’ss get him awake then”. Quickly checking that there were no weapons on the Padawan, wait, no Lightsabre? The blade must have been dropped while being transferred to the ship. That, or one of the Scout team had it as a trophy.
In any case, Skursir took the lead by taking some smelling salts. He had found them in the medical locker whilst looking for anything that could be used. He opened them up and wafted it under the Padawan’s nose. That seemed to do the trick as slowly but surely, the Twi’lek awoke. He appeared dazed, but once he came to, he’d no doubt attempt to escape – so a good thing that Jylan was handy with the rope.

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Padawan Klahn’s eyes groggily opened. Where was he? Ugh. That sour smell. He went to hold his nose but suddenly realised that – he was bound! He snapped awake and fidgeted violently. They had taken him prisoner, to make him subject to disgusting rituals no doubt. He scanned the room, he appeared to be in some sort of basement, no, a ship? He looked around, he was being stared at by a group of people.
“Raagh! Let me out you cowards!” His eyes darted from a grotesque lizard to a demonic zabrak to a cloaked human cultist to another human with the most outrageous purple hair. “Let me out! You’ll be sorry you wretches!”

Vaelyndor watched the young padawan struggle in mild amusement. The empty threats that issued forth and the rage pulsing within him signaled all too clearly how close the young twi'lek was to falling to the dark side. The Executor concealed all emotion from under his dark green hood while folding his arms in front of him within the folds of the robes. He slowly advanced upon the prisoner, his armor clad boots ringing soundly throughout the interior of the ships metal hold. Coming to a halt several feet from the struggling youth, he glances to the EPOCH agents, "Leave us." Without waiting for a reaction from Skursir or Jylan, Vaelyndor stares into the padawans eyes and reaches out with the Force, probing the extent of the hatred within the young man.

Glancing back occasionally with disinterest, Keel noted the arrival and departure of Agent Trell. Eyes still fixed firmly on the forest Keel listened to the Chief Operative give her orders.

“Moving out” He confirmed.

He walked with a slow confidence, blaster rifle raised at the ready, once more taking the lead. Checking the coordinates on his visor's HUD he kept one eye open for a branch in the trail they were following which was beginning to veer in a more westerly direction.

As the group cautiously wended it's way northwest the forest began once more to exude it's sylvan charm. Mosses grew thick on boulders and the trunks of majestic trees and small animals crept and skittered about in the undergrowth. They were nearing their objective and Keel was becoming concerned with the poor visibility. The group soon found themselves bathed in the sunlight of a small clearing in the forest. A large rotting tree trunk lay amongst a throng of young saplings yearning towards the break in the canopy.

Keel held up his fist to indicate he was stopping but added, “Nothing to be alarmed about”

He took one last look around before turning to face his three companions. “If I might make a suggestion Chief?” he began. “We're getting close to our target coordinates and this clearing might be our last opportunity to make an aerial assessment of the area” he reached over his shoulder to lightly rap his knuckles on his jet pack.

“I can stay low, close to the tree-line, but there's still a chance someone might pick up the thermal signature – if they're looking” He shrugged his shoulders “Judging from how we landed without incident and how that Padawan was taken unawares, I'd say the risk was acceptable”

As the human in front lifted his had signing us to hold position, Darth'Ishad croutched and looked around.

“If I might make a suggestion Chief?” he began. “We're getting close to our target coordinates and this clearing might be our last opportunity to make an aerial assessment of the area”

“I can stay low, close to the tree-line, but there's still a chance someone might pick up the thermal signature – if they're looking” He shrugged his shoulders “Judging from how we landed without incident and how that Padawan was taken unawares, I'd say the risk was acceptable”

The human sugested he went up, "My home planet is close to this, maybe i should go up in the trees and see if i can get a better look. Im more quiet than your jetpack and we dont have to worry about risking another incodent. And no offence to you or anything i just dont want to risk our misson." Bowing his head in respect.

He looked over to Aleena waiting for aproval.

The Padawan started to insult Path and Agency alike - not a wise move. He narrowed his eyes and contemplating silencing the young Jedi with a pounce to the throat, more for fear than damage. However, Vaelyndor broke his train on thought: "Leave us."

Skursir shook his head. "Thiss Padawan iss no relic Lord Executor, and sso he iss under Agency jurissdiction. You may quesstion him, but we will remain here to provide quesstionss of our own." Secretly, there was another reason. Skursir had no clue what the Path would do to the Padawan, they were Sith and so their fuse may be shorter when confronting a Jedi. He had to ensure that the Padawan survived in case that they may use him later on.

((OOC: You may now question the Padawan Klahn. I've also added a description of the temple and it's surroundings in an above post in case the Scouts look over the tree-line))

Void, who had stayed on the ship sent a message to all party members. "What's the situation? Are you in need of assistance?"

"Thiss Padawan iss no relic Lord Executor, and sso he iss under Agency jurissdiction. You may quesstion him, but we will remain here to provide quesstionss of our own," Skursir replied to Vaelyndor.

Sharasvar glanced at the Executor and shrugged lightly. He cared not for the Trandoshan's presence. The Historian looked down on the miserable heap which was the captured padawan. “Let me out! You’ll be sorry you wretches!” He was afraid, obviously. Good. Fear was the main instrument of an interrogator.

The Judge's voice was soft when he bowed over the young twi'lek's body, staring into his eyes. "What is your name, boy? And why have you attacked us? We are but a team of archaeologists in search for ancient lore, not expecting such a hostile reception from whoever claims this planet as his own. Is there someone we can contact to rectify this terrible mistake?" Sharasvar looked up at Skursir with an indiscernible expression. "We should tend to the boys' injuries. Even if he attacked us, we should not consider him as an enemy."

One of the Sith, a cloaked human, or at least near-human, bent over to Klahn with a seemingly gentle look in his eyes. It was obviously a Sith ploy to distract him. "What is your name, boy? And why have you attacked us? We are but a team of archaeologists in search for ancient lore, not expecting such a hostile reception from whoever claims this planet as his own. Is there someone we can contact to rectify this terrible mistake?"

The story didn't even sound plausible. Sith? As Archeologists? The Empire was a machine of death and destruction, and it's servants were no better, they killed Archeologists for sport. "I know who you are, you are servants of the Emperor! Pawns to his plots! You can cut the archaelogist act. My name is Klahn, a respected member of the Jedi Order, you won't get far with trying to uproot us, this is our home and it's well defended."

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The answer was quite unexpected, the boy thought of them as Imperials. They should try to wipe that thought clean. Sharasvar then looked up at Skursir and said. "We should tend to the boys' injuries. Even if he attacked us, we should not consider him as an enemy."

Skursir thought for a moment. Medicine, stimulants and bandages were reserved for Path, Crew and Agency. Technically, the boy was expendable as soon as they had learnt everything they could from him. However, giving the Padawan aid would both loosen his tongue giving them answers, and put them on better standing with the Sith'ari Path aswell. Skursir relayed the order to the Human crewmember, who happily fulfilled the command.

The Twi'lek's wounds consisted of several deep bruises, and cuts along his back and arm, particularly his spine and forarm were the wounds were very deep. The Padawan at first edged back, and then felt the sterilising liquid - bursting into curses, but settling down into groans and mumbles as the crewman bandaged the cuts and bruises.

Vaelyndor grunts in response to Skursir, "I suppose he is not, at that." Looking over the young twi'lek's wounds, he adds, "Not yet, at any rate."

As the crewmember applied first aid to their captive, the Executor continued to study the young man, musing out loud. "Such anger, such pride dwells within your soul. The Jedi would tell you to squelch and extinguish such thoughts and emotions. The Sith, to lose yourself in them and draw strength from your passion. We would tell you neither for we are not Jedi, nor are we Sith. We are Sith'ari, and we are indeed in search of ancient lore. You won't believe me, of course. Not right away, and perhaps not ever, though the seeds of truth will be planted in your mind. For now, however, we are in need of information. You know now some of what we are about, perhaps you could return the gesture?"

Klahn listened to the other Sith, nodding his head slightly. Agency? Sith'ari? Relics? Hmm. Perhaps they were genuine. Either way, he was not in a position to be violent and they had healed him. Shame that they were still narrow-minded not to follow the Jedi way.

"Well, if you're looking for Relics, you've hit the jackpot. Tython is the Jedi Homeworld, and is littered with ancient temples and buildings, many of which have been repaired for recent use. I myself come from the Temple of the Guiding Light, were we have a large number of Younglings." Klahn licked his lips. They were dry. "It is under the authority of Master Kurnos, although my own Master, Master Darnas, functions as second in command."

Aleena listened to both Eamonn and Darth'Ishad's suggestions but did not reply immediately, instead she scoured the treeline for any further sign of movement. In her experience Sith might well work alone but Jedi often had allies, mentors or students nearby.

Yet, all was quiet. It was possible the Twi'lek whelp may well have just venturered too far from his 'herd'.

"Noted." She said abruptly to Darth'Ishad, having weighed the options in her mind and adding a few factors to the mix herself. "Your ascent would draw less attention than Eamonn's." She paused for a moment and looked behind her the way they had came, suddenly aware she was feeling a twinge of uneasiness: a feeling she had learned to embrace into something akin to a 'danger sense' when she was a child. Many things were amiss here, and there was a fine balance between risk and inaction.
"However, Mr Keel is also correct. In our current situation I believe the risk is acceptable." Walking forward a few steps and placing her hands on her hips she looked skyward.

"Darth'Ishad. Head up and see what the way holds in store for us. Eamonn I'd like you to accompany him as well. Each of you possess sensory enhancements the other does not. We need to discern as much as we can in the smallest amount of time, and should you run into any form of airborne hostiles it would be beneficial to have each other there as combat support. Thumb and I will guard this clearing incase we have any more.....friends arriving at ground level."

Switching on her communicator to the secure channel she'd been given, she contacted the ship.

"Agent Skursir, this is Aleena Fel reporting in. Immediate area secured, we are running a few preliminary checks then continuing to rendezvous co-ords. Anything to report at your end?"

Kurnos... A name Skursir had heard before. Hmm... But this was bad. The scout team were potentially heading into a community of Jedi, and with a whole world full of them, even the entire ship of bounty hunters, sith warriors and mercenaries couldn't stave of the full force of them. Let alone a temple. No doubt the Path would be taken by extreme interest. With not even the Empire knowing about this rock, and with millenia of history deep in it's crust, it would naturally be a hot spot for their activity.

Skursir's personal communicator buzzed. "Agent Skursir, this is Aleena Fel reporting in. Immediate area secured, we are running a few preliminary checks then continuing to rendezvous co-ords. Anything to report at your end?" The Trandoshan bounty hunter leapt to reply, although moving away so as not to interrupt the others.

"Chief Operative, be advissed, there iss a temple full of Jedi at the co-ordinatess. Sscout out the area and then report back. No doubt that the Ssith'ari Path will be wanting to find out more about thiss world."

Darth'Ishad heard over the coms of the jedi temple. He let out a hiss, "Jedi rats" and spit on the ground.
"This mission is going to be a lot more fun then i thought, dont get me wrong i am always ready to serve the path but a hunt for relics? Not my usual hunt."
Looking to the other scouts leting out a slight chuckle.

"Ok well head up and report any sign of this temple."
He looked to Eamonn nodded and darted for a tree, with swift movements he climbed it as if there were nothing to it.
As the sun light hit his face a feeling of joy ran through him, the temple's highest tower just breached the tree canopys, and that ment the hunt was on.

Tython! Sharasvar was overcome by excitement. Tython, the planet where the Force was discovered, more than three millennia ago. Tython, where the rift between worshippers of Ashla and Bogan happened. The mysteries and secrets of this legendary place had been lost for the Sith Empire after the Great Hyperspace War, only to be recovered now by a small group of Imperial renegades and heretics. The Historian smiled and he seemed much younger now, as if old age withdrew in the face of this grand discovery. The irony! So close, and yet so far... the "home planet" of the Jedi it had now become. The place must be crawling with force sensitives, carefully veiled by the planet's abundant wild life and ecological energy.

The Judge looked down upon the padawan and then glanced sideways to Vaelyndor. The risk was too great, they should leave immediately, but... to have come so far now... The force aura of the members of the Path was less clear to read than those of the "purer" disciples of light and dark. Perhaps they yet made a chance to infiltrate and discover the secrets of this place.

Sharasvar nodded slowly. "We would be honored to meet your Master Kurnos. As I said before, we come in peace and our small number makes us hardly any threat for a planet full of Jedi." He grinned, but his probing eyes betrayed the inner, cold calculations of his mind.

Leaned against a nearby tree, Thumb was forcibly trying to supress thoughts of blood and violence. He wouldn't want to be consumed by them, not now. Fortunately, calmness of this place made it easier to achieve and after a few moments of heavy breathing and great muscle spasms he was aware of his surroundings again. He hoped, that his companions haven't noticed his struggle with himslef. Fearing, that it could lead into even bigger mistrust and complications.

He approached Aleena, who was speaking to agent Skursir and overheard a bit about Jedi temple. Wave of uneasiness went through him. Taking on a single, young and unexperienced Jedi is easy, however temple full of skilled, battle hardened veterans and masters is another league. They had some force users as well, but the sheer number of enemies, that can be present there would overcome them easily. Anything they were looking for, he was sure that Jedi have found it already.

After Aleena ended he sat down and confusedly looked up: " So, a Jedi temple. How are we supposed to avoid them? I dont think they will greet us with open hands after we nearly killed they're youngling." starting to stare at ground he continued, " I'll do whatever is needed, but I have a bad feeling about this . " After he realized he's being irrational, and unprofessionaly dwells on his feelings too much he made a reassuring suggestion, " I can move cloaked all the time, stay behind a little. This way we can confuse enemies that are unaware of our exact location yet, about our numbers, hoping they won't deploy any motion scanners. In case you would be attacked, I can quickly plan the best approach to maximize my damage outcome and deal with the threat. "

Keel nodded once to Aleena's decision. “As you wish”

Still chafing at Ishad crashing his party and the implication the alien could do a better job of his suggestion, Keel ignored the Sith as the masked figure proceeded to scuttle up a nearby tree like a cockroach.

Holstering his rifle, he wandered over to the fallen tree trunk and picked the spot where the giant log was lowest to the ground to mount it. Keel was cursing the thing as his hand-holds in the thick bark crumbled to mulch when Agent Skursur's warning came over the comm. Great. Just what we need, he thought gaining the top of the log. He glanced at Aleena to see if her instructions had changed and almost gawked in incredulity at the remaining pair. Apparently 'The Thumb' translated Aleena's instruction to guard the clearing as 'sit on your *rse'. He looked at the tree Ishad was climbing but could no longer see the Sith wizard. With is confidence in his companions since leaving the ship at an all time low, Keel shook his head and carefully made his way up the length of the trunk to gain some height. He wanted to leave no visible trace of their having been here.

This would do. Taking a short run up, Keel leaped off the log and engaged his jetpack thrusters. He quickly matched thrust to weight and hung in the air momentarily, suspended on the spot, before slowly making his ascent. He stuck to the centre of the clearing careful not to inadvertently set the forest ablaze.

Breaching the level of the treetops he looked for Darth'Ishad but couldn't see him. Eamonn was still doubtful the Sith could gain as clear a view as he himself could. Not unless the spindly branch tip's he'd need to be amongst to see very far could support a man's weight. Maybe he was using magic...

Maintaining a perfectly level hover, Keel was aware of burning through his limited fuel. Tapping at his wrist unit he set his helmet's small surveillance cam to record and began his visual assessment of what lay ahead.

Switching to a traditional Sith dialect, the Executor addresses Sharasvar and drops his voice to almost a whisper. "The temple is surely our destination, however I doubt a Jedi training facility would welcome our kind with open arms. Even with this little one in tow, I doubt the wisdom of formal introductions with these people."

What both Darth'Ishad and Keel see is a large, worn, but cleaned temple of about six stories in height sitting atop a marble base. Watch towers circle the structure. With a keener eye, Darth'Ishad is able to see that the guard towers are manned by a single sentinel, though being higher up, Keel is able to count four towers. The buildings are founded upon a meadow and both Scouts are able to see clearly that the forest cuts off in another hundred metres before opening up onto the open landscape.

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Skursir returned to the hold and frowned. No one seemed to have asked the vital question. "Have you recieved a transmission of ssome kind lately originating from the local area, or found a problem in the force?" The Padawan looked slightly started, probably believing that the questions would be over. However, when posed with it, the Twi'lek seemed to give some great thought.

"Our communicators only work on a certain frequency - I think one or two. But, I heard Master Kurnos had indeed sensed a disturbance." The look on the Padawan's face showed direct honesty, and any malice had now vanished. It was a long throw from the insults thrown about previously.

"What dissturbance?" Skursir's eyes narrowed.
"He wouldn't say. Master Darnas said he couldn't feel anything though so it could be a false premotion. Many people get that after what happened on Coruscant. Apparently the sky turned red and the streets were engulfed with shadow."

Skursir wasn't satisfied. This Kurnos knew something, and he wasn't letting on even to his students. Something big must be down here. The Trandoshan turned to his party. "We have to find thiss Master Kurnoss, he might be key to finding the sssource of the transsmission. In the meanwhile, what shall we do with the Padawan?"

In Skursir's opinion, the young Jedi had outlived his usefulness. However, the Path may have better interests in mind, and after all, it was the highest ranking officer's duty to decide what should be done with Agency property and with a quick scan of the room, Skursir couldn't spot the Special Officer.

"The temple is surely our destination, however I doubt a Jedi training facility would welcome our kind with open arms. Even with this little one in tow, I doubt the wisdom of formal introductions with these people," Vaelyndor said.

Sharasvar retorted in the Ziost tongue: "Indeed, but we can use this young and naive Jidai as bait to find and interrogate his master."

The Judge frowned when Skursir arrived, asking questions about the transmission and thus bluntly revealing the reason for their arrival on Tython. Whispering to the Trandoshan so the padawan couldn't overhear them, he said: "The padawan is our means to get hold of this Master Kurnos. Either we can convince the twi'lek to bring his master to us, or, if he proves unwilling, we can use him as a hostage."

"Chief Operative, be advissed, there iss a temple full of Jedi at the co-ordinatess. Sscout out the area and then report back. No doubt that the Ssith'ari Path will be wanting to find out more about thiss world." Came the hissing voice of Agent Skursir over Aleena's communicator.

Nodding to Ishad and Keel confirming the order, Aleena watched as the two vanished up out of view.

"Roger that," she replied into her communicator. "We will advance and scout but not engage. I have confidence in the scout group but I doubt even your forces and ours combined would stand much of a chance against an entire temple full of Jedi...." there was a moment of silence then she added. "Not a direct assault anyway. Agent, I will contact you shortly. If you have heard nothing from me within twenty, assume the worst and dust off. The crew aboard the ship get priority. Clear?"
She didn't expect Skursir to go against her orders, despite the clashings of their personalities he had been nothing but forthright and could follow orders precisely. To her, his military training was all too obvious. She also knew that he was Trandoshan however, and retreat was never preferable to their species if they had even the slightest chance of success. If the scout group were overwhelmed however, it would be by a force of superior skill or considerable size....or both. Neither would have much problem overpowering the ship if it were still on the ground. Their advantage lied with their ability to get airborne.

Jylan went to the bridge he had heard enough anyway, he looked out the view port into the dense forest and blue skies and tried to recompose himself, the group behind him had a aura of perversion about them like when a group of predators toy with a lame creature they're about to tear apart and it and it was effecting him more than he'd like to admit.

He tried to put it out of his head, but he couldn't help the sickening feeling that was creeping into his stomach, where ever he went the only people he ended up with seemed to embrace death and cruelty like a close friend. He'd been around it his whole life but he had never thought he would be aiding its cause himself and with so little questioning of why...

He pulled himself from his thoughts he wouldn't get by this by placing doubts in his mind he needed to be focussed, he looked around and realised Creed was missing, surely he should be overseeing any prisoner they had captured he couldn't just leave it to the Skursir to hold back the mob, he took a deep breath and released his vice like grip of the control panel and began to search the ship.

Creed watched the Trandoshans action carefully through the monitor, the light illuminated his face in the dark confines of one of the side rooms the ship contained, he ran his fingers through his long purple hair and took a swig of some exotic beverage from a flask.
The mission was a great opportunity to strengthen ties with The Falleen's apparent new allies the Sith'ari Path but it was also a chance to test the metal of the operatives under his command, although Aleena was in charge of the Operation the Trandoshan Skursir was was being tested with partial responsibility of the mission and of course being closely monitored.
Up till now he had shown respectable qualities, even managing to remain respectful to Aleena under her carefully disguised taunts, he smiled slyly wondering if he could have remained so polite but realised the time for observations was over, this prisoner they had captured needed to be dealt with and the mission progress.

Steeping out of the side room he caught the eyes of a few Epochians who had yet to have been utilised and gave them a nod and a smile which was not uniformly returned, “Never mind, there's not a looker among them anyway” he muttered grinning as he descended into the hold.

“Good work Skursir” He said patting the agent on the shoulder as he entered, not letting on how he had managed to listen in on their conversation without being present, he looked down at the bound Padawan for a moment then turned to the Trandoshan “I think its time we moved position, if we have our target and we know his possible location we should move up to it, it wouldn't hurt to be backing up the Scout party as well.”
“Do you know if they will they be able to sense his location?”, he said turning to the Path, “I have a suspicion you can hide your own presence if needs be but if they can sense him.... our mission could be compromised”, he cast the young Twe'lik a look of pity “I'll leave it to your judgement however we'll need a decision soon as well be moving shortly”.

Skursir straightened up when he met eyes with his superior, yet frowned for a second and looked around once he heard what the Special Agent said. No one appeared to immediately challenge the order, although most were concentrated on the Padawan, either engaged in questioning or analysing the fresh meat. Either way, it sounded like a good plan. Skursir took some steps back to address everyone.

"Right, we're moving up to the Sscout Team's possition. We'll back them up and move on from there. Remember to look out for anything out of the ordinary. It'ss top priority that we find that transsmission ssource." Skursir then pounced up to the bridge. The crew must of heard him because they were quickly pressing buttons and below, he heard the doors close.

"Sstay closse to the tree line and move to the nearesst clearing to the Sscout team's co-ordinatesss". Skursir then spoke directly to the Scouts through the communicator, "Hang tight Sscout Team, we're moving up to your possition". Luckily, the engine had been heated up on a previous command and so they were in the air quickly, but for being in a ship, they moved quite slowly - akin to a predator hunting the prey. It was only a few minutes though until they started to land.

The doors then slid open. "We're a hundred metres from the Scout Team's last known co-ordinates" One of the crew members said, looking up at the Trandoshan, who was given a nod in reply.

Skursir proceeded to put on his breast plates, shin guards, forearm defenders and shoulder plates, before decending down to the Hold. "Everyone move out to the Sscout Team'sss location" Skursir hissed loudly, grabbing his rifle from it's holder on the hull wall, grabbing some ammunition as he did so along with several fragmentation grenades. "Jylan, sstay on board to make ssure everything iss running sssmoothly". He then ensusiastically leaped out of the ship and proceeeded forward after making sure that everyone had gathered their belongings and was behind him.

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"I... I feel it, an anomaly, but active", Master Darnas murmered. The room was empty save for him and Kurnos. The Kel Dor looked equally agitated.
"Yes. I believe it to be like a light. A trapped, but shrouded, light. It is North" Master Kurnos stared at the statue of an old Jedi Master, a hooded human clasping a long lightsabre. Although it was fairly obvious that the proud Master was not looking at the statue, but into space.
"Are you sure?"
Master Kurnos thought for a moment. "No. Give it more time. This light appears to be quite immobile. I doubt that it will cause any harm".
"I would not be so certain old friend." Master Darnas gave a sigh and in turn, stared up at the cloaked Jedi of stone.