*** Mongdrigo, Cave Exterior Battleground ***
"Let my people handle the analysis of the crystals in the cave; if my suspicion is correct, they can be used in our lightsabers," Malgus said, trying to help with getting Let to her feet. "Which reminds me of a project I wanted to discuss, but it can wait till we get back to the city."
Ahsoka, following behind Malgus, was both curious about this project, and about Malgus' behavior. He wasn't at all like the Sith Lord she'd expected him to be. He was honorable, sympathetic, and seemed more Jedi than Sith. Ahsoka considered this wasn't really Malgus, but could sense that Malgus wasn't putting out any signs of deception. That meant one thing:
Malgus truly had been reborn, and could be a powerful ally. Grand Master Skywalker would want to know of this. But while Ahsoka would keep quiet on this, her face would portray deep thought.
*** Warship
Iron Dragon, Nephira Orbit ***
"Admiral, the denizens down planetside are requesting our intent," one of Vhikarev's crewmen reported.
Vhikarev sighed, then commanded, "Very well; drop the cloaking device." In seconds, a massive, multi-kilometer
Resurgent-class Star Destroyer shimmered into appearance, easily dwarfing Silrus' vessel. The one consolation from this massive vessel came from the fact that neither weapons nor shields were powered. "Attention, mister Hysteria... this is Admiral Vhikarev of the Warship
Iron Dragon. You can relax, I did not come here to harm you... but I sensed I might find a clue to my assailants here. As it happens, I learned prior to my decision to come here that they sometimes worked with elements of the Tal Shiar and the Klingon houses of Torg and Duras."
*** Nephira, Kingdom of Ceol, Home of Hysteria ***
At the mention of the name of this interloper and the fact he was hunting Tal Shiar and the rogue Klingon houses in connection with an unknown assailant that had accosted him, Silrus looked to Katin with a look of deep thought. "This might be exactly what we need to unravel this mess - I may not have met Admiral Vhikarev in person, but I have heard of him - he's a powerful fellow with friends in high places. He might be able to get some of the pieces to this puzzle for us."
*** New Romulus ***
"Of course," Temer said, adding his signature. "How soon should I have the crew ready?"
Velen was busy working on her console, but was nonetheless aware of Anna's success.
*** Carnival Grounds, Earth ***
"I'm sure they got out of there before it all happened," Jason assured Mary.
*** Dragon'taan Orbital Station ***
As the cabin of the transport emptied, there began distant, distraught shouts. Not violent, more irritated than anything. Like one would be finding out that access to the surface of Dragon'taan, which was why one came all this way to get, was suddenly shut down because of a sudden and brazen attack. As if that wasn't bad enough, now the transport was unable to leave for fear of attack in orbit.
Michen was, for lack of a better word, stranded.
But in the midst of the station's activity, a lone, scarred fox dressed in tattered robes that made him look like a wraith, wandered about. Curiously, he seemed to be slowly looking around, as though scanning for something. Or some
one. If Michen was paying attention, he may notice that clipped to this man's belt were several lightsabers.
***Earth Orbit***
Not long after, a trio of tugs arrived, snared the pod in a tractor beam, and began dragging it to the waiting hangar of the
Chaos March.
*** IKV
Terror Wing, Korriban Orbit ***
"Be careful what you wish for," Rhea commented as she led the team through the bowels of the ship. She would stop long enough to eliminate a troublesome patrol, but eventually came across one of the cargo bays. She began working on the console, and frowned. "Security code's been changed... clever." She looked to Fayam and the others. "Keep watch - I'll break this code."
*** Imperium Bunker, Dragon'taan ***
Roc was right behind Alex, ready to gun down any Imperium b***** that moved.
*** Bast Castle, Vjun ***
"Ah. Lord Vader said you would stop by at some point. This way," the servant said, and lead Krystal and Markus to Anakin's chambers. He was on the floor meditating. His face had completely been restored, and his hair had just started to grow back.
"Admiral Krystal... is it that time of the month already?" Anakin asked, his eyes still closed, "I thought you weren't due till next week, you eager--" he paused, frowned, and opened his eyes, making note of Krystal's enlarged belly. "Did I miss something? When did you decide to have a baby? Thought you already had two."
*** Azeroth Orbit ***
"When you have a boyfriend or husband, you will too," Ketorr chuckled. He directed a comment to his crewmen: "Standard orbit."
"Standard orbit, aye," the helmsman acknowledged.
"For one thing, Kia, we're on shore leave; for another, Dragon'taan has more than enough personnel there. They needed personnel here, which is the other reason we're here; we were put in charge of overseeing the construction of a DMC Command Post in this region, per the request of King Wrynn," Ketorr explained. "And no, I did not sell the house - mom and dad are looking after it until we have personnel who can be trusted to run the post here for us."
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