Mygeeto Air Space
Transport Ship C
Unpolished gold faintly glistened in the lights of the cargo bay of the transport ship. The hum reverberated a few of the hollow artifacts that lay in their boxes. Hands and scanners went through a few of them. Darkblade, a well known information specialist from Clan Naga Sadow, might have been awestruck by the artifacts, but simply refused to show it. By the time Dek had moseyed over to the artifacts, Darkblade had looked out of the corner of his eye to make sure he didn’t mess with any of the ones out of the boxes.
The Duros smiled, “Bunch of fwecking junk. I could find a hydraulic press that could crush all of these. And then their magic would be gone and useless.”
Darkblade smirked, raising his brain sucking tentacles in a fashion of intimidation, “Your mind is weak. You have no clue what power lies here and what history and knowledge exists in this mould of the ancient Sith pasts.”
“Ignore him,” spoke Dyrra as she walked over, “He would rent out a hotel and treat these artifacts to night of fine wine and hot…well, you know.”
Dek Rott had grown attached to this Dyrra person. She was assigned as his protector during their Red Fury base op. He usually didn’t enjoy working with others, but occasionally he made an exception.
“I could really use a new goblet,” Dek said, pointing to one of the artifacts. Darkblade sighed and continued while Dyrra walked back off into another part of the bay.
“Dek, this is Commander Jensen, I’m gonna need you in the cockpit.”
“What is it?”
“Pilot error. We need some experience up here,” the Commander finished.
Mygeeto Air Space
Transport Ship B
“Yes, it sounds crazy, but you have your orders.”
Delak let go of the comm. The Sadowans had been loyal to the Palatinaens so far. But Delak knew what had to be done. His orders were to eliminate the Sadowans. He left the cockpit. Along the way he passed both Imperial Guards and Warhost special guards. He knew that soon they would be fighting as well. Their orders would be passed to them any moment now from their unit leaders.
Delak entered the med bay to see Mune nursing a sparring bruise to health, “Grab your saber. The Sadowans are to be eliminated.”
“Hmmm, are you sure this is the right course of action?” Responded the half-Human, as he slipped on his fox faced mask.
“We have our orders. The summit has bigger plans for the artifacts.”
Mune looked down, “Okay, didn’t think I would have had to go through with this scenario. What’s the plan? One of us gets Zehsaa while the other occupies those in the cargo bay?”
Delak was always impressed with Mune’s productive insight in strategy, “Zehsaa is actually in the cargo bay herself, along with our no…”
The transport shuddered. The conversation stopped as Mune and Delak locked eyes. They knew the plan. Mune telekinetically opened the door as Delak stomped out of the room, lightsaber ignited. Mune swiftly followed with the same tactic.
Blaster fire could be heard down all the halls. Knowing what had to be done, they both bolted to the cargo bay. They only hoped they were not too late for their sister in arms.
Three Warhost soldiers erupted through the doorway. They immediately brought up their rifles and killed the two Scholaen Guards on the other side of the room. DarkHawk immediately knew what had happened. A Sith Emperor from a rival Clan suddenly having access to ship loads of artifacts? DarkHawk knew better. He immediately stood up and threw two throwing knives at Zehsaa, who dodged both and activated her saber, rolling out of the way.
Aul lit up the room further with his saber, but questioned, “What the hell is wrong with all of you?”
Zehsaa retorted, “Your crazy friend here obviously wants the artifacts for himself.”
The ship was rocked by what felt like an explosion.
“Your Empire is the traitor here. I’m sure we can sort this mess out after you’re dead.” The hawkish warrior brought his dual red sabers to life and launched himself at Zehsaa. The Togruta launched herself into the air on top of a container as a few blaster volleys were launched at her. Deflecting them into the walls, she pleaded with Aul, “Call off your soldiers. There’s no need to fight.” She was outnumbered and outgunned.
Leaping off the container and onto the ground, she reached out with the force to open the door to the bay where the dead guards were.
As door opened, Zehsaa turned around to face her opponents, sensing her allies Delak, Mune, and a few Imperial Guards behind her. It was a face off.
Transport Ship C
“Something’s wrong,” stood Darkblade from the artifacts he was crouching over.
Darkblade ignited his saber, surprising Dyrra to do the same. Imperial Guards were strewn through the cargo bay door, opening fire on the two. An explosion rocked the ship and knocked most of them off their feet. Both fighters looked at each other and thought the same thing: escape pods.
They both strode out the back of the bay. The lack of Sadowan guards on this ship was a mistake that may force these Sadowans to pay with their lives. Approaching a group of Imperial Guards, they hesitated. The Guards looked over in their direction and Dyrra shouted, “The Sadowans! They are going down the left corridor! Cut them off!” The Imperial Guards stared for a second at the actual Sadowans, and decided to follow the orders.
Upon reaching the escape pod room, Dek and Commander Jensen were waiting for them. Dek was launching the last escape pods, “I’m sorry, Dyrra.”
“I’m sorry too, Dek.”
Weapons drawn, the fighting started in the room and continued in the corridor. The battle had begun.