"I have a bad feeling about this...but hell, I've had a bad feeling about everything on this god forshaken mission". Valius picked up his FC-1 and started cleaning it, "but this is the best chance we have at the moment...I hope."

Xankara sighed, and muttered to himself "I guess we arnt getting reinforcements... At least, not yet.". Sitting down, he sensed some slight vibrations running through the ground. Turning to look at the path the speeders had taken, Xankara stared at the jungle behind them. Seems the Sith had all they had looking for them, so calling for reinforcements now would be equivelant to a death wish.

Standing, he headed to a nearby speeder. He jumped in, and leaned out to the others. "We should get moving soon guys. If we just stay here, the Sith will eventually find us again, and by the feel of those vibrations Sith soldiers are the least of our troubles.". Thinking the groups plans over, Xankara had to agree with the distraction idea. "Maybe we can find a weak point in the main base, or just create a distraction. But whatever you guys choose, I hope you decide its time to start moving again. Might just be me, but I have a bad feeling about all of this." Xankara said staring into the sky, watching high above Sith fighter planes.

Daven shut the access panel and locked it down. All of the problems with the speeder were fixed, but it won't run very well much longer if they stayed in the jungle. All of the loose debris getting sucked into the engines was causing some minor problems. After a final check, he pulls his gear out and straightens it up.

"You guys can do what you want. I'm going on ahead to scout out what would be good entrance and exit points. I'll also see what there is I can blow up down there. I won't enter the base, or give myself away so I'm not endangering anyone. If I hear the speeders or see you guys I'll meet up with you."

Daven turns and walks off into the jungle towards the Sith base.

"Right I'm scouting too" Drong said as he walked away from the group and back into the jungle, he felt good to be back in an environment so much like home except the gravity was considerably lighter here and it made him feel quicker on his feet, he made rapid progress first looking for positions with a good view of the facility, working round the surrounding hill line and shinning up trees pausing only to scan with his rifle scope and make mental notes of the positions of defences, the disposition of troops and possible entry and exit points.

The whole base was surrounded by fencing and razor wire, 5 man squads regularly patrolled the perimeter and there were fortified guard towers with heavy assault blasters at each of the four corners, two flanking the main gate and another in the middle of each side.

He saw a parking area towards the north side of the base with a large number of speeders in a hanger and an armoured fuelling tank, to the left of it and across an open parade ground was what appears to be a barracks. The tank would make a lovely bomb but while Drong was supremely confident of his abilities in the jungle but the tank was a long way away from the tree line. He was not confident he could get near enough to plant a bomb without attracting unwanted attention from the troops which were making regular patrols of the base or from the barracks which have a largely unobstructed view of the parking and fuelling area.

Behind and to the south of these buildings was what had to be the main control building, this was evident not just because of it's size but also by the mass of communication and scanning equipment jutting from it. The control building was 'L' shaped and at the south end was a power facility, the building seemed to be a bustle of activity and the scanners were in constant movement 'heh all that action earlier must have got them a little riled' he chuckled to himself.
He supposed the base must also continue for a fair distance below ground as well but he had enough variables to contend with without throwing complete unknowns into the mix.

In watching the power plant he finally saw what he was looking for, one of the coolant vents seemed to open and shut on a repeating cycle which he committed to memory and then having seen enough he slipped back into the jungle and returned to the camp and outlined what he had seen adding that in his opinion there best chance for infiltration was through the vents of the power facility.

Thaka watched the scouts head off towards the sith base and pondered. He continued to ponder his place on the mission. He had no scouting skills, no soldiering skills. He was a pilot. He stared up at the patrolling Sith Fighters and longed to be up there fighting them rather than down here mulling over the best way to attack a sith lord.

The scouts weren't gone long. Drong return with a report on possible entrances to the base. "Seems like we have a way in gentlemen, however perhaps a diversionary tactic is in order. Whos got the expolsives?"

*Jallil glares up at Arthix's back as he leaves, running her tongue over her lips to get the blood off of them. The clamps were gone, and for a moment, she works her jaw to ease the pain. This man was a lunatic! And WHY was she always the one to be captured? The Sith seem to take a pleasure in capturing her...maybe it's because she is Volk's apprentice. Wiggling her wrists, trying to get them free, she focuses on the quiet, getting the pain to receed into the corradors of her mind.

"Athrix, when I'm free, I'm going to murder you personally"

*Jallil knows the Sith Lord can't hear her, and after grumbling to herself, she lets her eyes remain shut. Maybe, just maybe...

Her heartbeat slows. Jallil slips into a meditation, coaxing her breathing to a bare minimum. Her heart, now beating so softly that the machines around her cannot detect it, seems to have stilled. Keeping herself in the deathlike state, she hopes that Arthix thinks she's dead. He may let her go...or at least loosen her bindings.

Jallil lets her muscles slacken. When Arthix returns next, he'll see, she hopes, a corpse. Since she cannot get the force to reconize her yet, she pulls some of it into her, the air humming for a moment as she searches for her weapon. There...Arthix has it*

Sith spit. He's not a fool after all

*Giving the Sith a few begrudging points in respect, Jallil lets her mind wrap about her weapon, the Lightsaber starting to respond. Just as suddenly as she does though, she stops. Her master had given her another weapon...it was a test but it worked none-the-less. Smirking for an instant, letting her smirk fade to nothing, Jallil starts the tedious task of summoning the Light Whip that rests on the still unraided shuttle. The weapon rises.

And falls once more. Jallil keeps her patience. It lifts again, and without letting it drop a second time, Jallil searches out for Daven, expertly dropping the Whip near him. It makes little sound, and the effort helps Jallil even more. She slips into unconciousness. She's drained herself.

From where the weapon rests though, it can look like it fell out of Daven's pack. She only hopes he sees it...*

While observing the base below him, Daven hears a small thump next to him. He turns and sees a device similar to a lightsaber handle. He picks it up and examines it closely. He gets an oddly familiar feeling from it.

"Where did you come from. I know you weren't here before, guess I'll hold onto you."

He slips it into his leg pocket and picks up his comm, he was tired of waiting.

"This is Daven, I'm going to go plant my explosives. I've memorized the patrols paths, and I can plant explosives at two different locations. One is a refueling tank, and the other looks like a command type building. Stay away from those locations, the explosives I'm using aren't all that stable when active."

Daven turns his comm off, and begins to sneak down the hill towards the base. As he reaches the barbed wire he ducks down out of site of the passing Sith patrol. Once they are out of sight, Daven guts a small hole in the wire by the tall grass so it would go unnoticed.

After sneaking in, he begins to crawl towards his nearest target, which happens to be the large fuel tank. Luckily, there is a grass covered ally behind the building leading up to the tank. The only reason he could get this close was due to his ghillie suit and slow deliberate movements. Once he reached the tank, he crawled up under it and placed his explosives. It was his claymore that had the front panel removed to expose the explosive compound inside.

After securing his little gift to the tank, he made his way over to the lavatory. He waited until there was only one Sith inside. He moved in behind the lone man and jabbed a pressure point on the his neck and he fell over unconscious. He stripped the troop of his uniform, and hid his own ghillie suit in the ventilation shaft. After donning the uniform, he made his way over to the large L shaped building. A Sith captain noticed Daven moving accross the compound and stopped him.

"What are you doing soldier?"

"I was coming from the toilet, sir"

The captain noticed the signal corps patch on the sleeve of Daven's uniform.

"Hurry up and get back to the comm station. We have to locate those intruders for Lord Athrix."

Daven snapped a salute. "Yes sir."

The captain turned and made his way towards the barracks. Daven makes it to the comm building, and manages to sneak his way to the circuit breaker. He replaces the circuits with small strips of plastique. After about half an hour, the strips would become hot and detonate blowing the breaker. That would hopefully shut down this entire building for quite a while. After concealing his handiwork, Daven joined a group of troops making their way across the open ground. He manages to slip his way back into the lavatory, and put the uniform back on the passed out man laying on the floor. He then put his ghillie suit back on and quietly and stealthily back to his little hole in the wire.

As he turns the corner, after the patrol passes by, he runs smack into the straggler of the group. Daven puts his hand over the troop's mouth and reaches for his knife with the other. However, the Sith fights back and the two end up wrestling on the ground. The Sith grabs his knife and makes a stab for Daven's face, who manages to stop it not even an inch from his face. Daven is able to wrest the knife from his hands and stab the troop in the chest. He tries to scream, but his mouth is covered before he can make a sound. After the Sith stops moving and breathing, Daven pulls him under the barbed wire and hides him amongst the bushes. He then makes his way back to his observation spot on the hill.

After making his way back to his spot, he keys his comm.

"Alright, you guys have to get ready now. Their whole radar and comm system will be down in about 30 minutes, I think. The fuel tank is rigged to my detonator. If you guys aren't ready when the comm station blows, I'm going in alone."

He sets his comm down and prepares himself for the upcoming battle.

"Alright you lot, you heard the man lets get going. We'll wait on the tree line for the explosion to go off and then we can move into the base." Valuis gathered his equipment and made his way in the same direction that Drong took. Not bothering to see if his companions where with him he broke into a jog and soon could see Drong lying under some leaves. He slowly crawled next to him.

"Looks like the best way in would be through that vent, I suppose now we just need to wait for the explosion and make ourselves at home".

Xankara was sitting in the speeder, trying to keep awake when the comm message came in. Finishing the message, Xankara begins to prepare for the upcoming mission. As he repacks his equipment, he listens as the others decide on Davens message, and adds that it seems to be their best shot of entering the base so far. While Xankara packs his equipment he realises that his blaster rifle is more likely to become a liability due to its damages, and decides to leave it behind. Zipping up his small backpack, he walks away from the group into the dense jungle towards the Sith base.

Approaching the base, he withdraws his blaster pistol and drops all dead weight equipment into a nearby bush. Performing a last minute check on his weapons, he then begins to sneak through the underbrush towards the base. Arriving near Daven, Xankara signals him and then approaches, making sure to keep low and quiet. Lying prone nearby Daven, Xankara absently chews a soldiers energy bar, not really hungry but realising that this might be the last thing he has the chance to eat before the big assault.

"let's do this thing" Forrandor said settling down in a bush very close to the base, loading his bowcaster.

He noticed the regular patrols and thought that it wasn't gonna be easy
"well no one said it was..." he said to himself

Jebha settled himself in the bushes close to where the rest of the group waited. While he wished they had been able to come up with a stealthier approach, he was glad they were finally going to take some action.

Gripping his lightsaber tightly in his hands, the Jedi waited for the tell-tale explosion that would mark the beginning of the assault.

Whilst still laying on the ground Drong removed the barrel from his long las and secured it in it's packing position on the bottom of the rifle then folded the stock in and made sure the whole thing was strapped tightly across his back, he then drew his Blast pistol and checked the power pack.

Whilst doing this he noticed Daven almost invisible against the long grass cutting away the barb wire and fencing so they would be able to make a unobstructed entry into the base as soon as the explosives detonated, then checking his countdown he scrunched down on the ground, taking his cue Drong did the same while motioning the rest of the team to do likewise.

Moments later a explosion racked the control building blowing a sizable lump out of the east wall facing the courtyard, Daven had timed his explosives well and the second much larger explosion detonated precisely 3 minutes after the first catching the crowd of bewildered and confused Sith trying to escape the wreckage or coming to help the injured. The fuel in the tank caused a brief but intense firestorm incinerating all unlucky enough to be in the area and strewing burning wreckage across the northern portion of the base, it tore the wall off the hanger near where the fuel tank had been and the rest of the structure was aflame, multiple smaller explosions rang out from inside as the flammable and explosive materials stored within cooked off.

The team had started to move on the first explosion and were at the vent by the second, they moved up with both speed and stealth and with not more than a little luck made it there unnoticed, Drang and Forrandor grabbed hold one each side of the grill covering the vent and then as the second explosion detonated they wrenched it from it's fittings, the sound muffled by the carnage erupting less than 100 meters away.

Logan was first into the opening with Jebha close behind, the rest of the team headed in after them and Jax brought up the rear, swiftly they made their way single file inside the narrow ventilation shaft.

"heads up guys theres bound to be troopers around here, stay on your toes."

The Guards patrolling the area in front of the team froze for a fraction of a second when the explosion rocked the base. The sith ran to the source of the commotion and this was when Valius saw his chance.

"Ok everyone, get yourself to that vent shaft now!"

He started moving toward the base, not running but not walking either, his gun was securely in his grip. He was movind side by side with everyone else as they moved stealthly towards the ventelation shaft.

In a matter of seconds he was in front of the vent shaft, he threw his equipment in and then made his way into the vent. Soon he was slowly crawling through the vent with.

Shangii heard Valius yell.
He pulled his pistol and ran towards the shaft, popping the heads of any nearby unconscious sith.
He climbed into the vent and began to cover the movement of the others and shouted "Move, move, move, we have to get in here NOW."

Crawling in the vents, Xankara felt clautrophobic. It was too dark, and he felt like the Sith would notice them any minute now. 'No helping it, I guess. just got to breathe deep, and be quiet.' he thought, and continued to crawl with the group in front and behind him.

As they crawled, Xankara glanced through slits in the duct, and watched Sith soldiers busily working around the various parts of the base. Some were even playing cards, while others were torturing... "Prisoners?" Xankara whispered, to no one in particular. 'Must be the base's prison.' he thought, then continued to crawl.

Crawling through the vents made Shangii sick, he, being large even for a Trandoshan, disliked small spaces, he hoped they would get out of these vents soon

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Logan, first in line, stepped out of the end of the shaft to find himself in a room full of large machines. He recognized these as long-range sensors and knew that Athrix was searching for them. They needed to get moving. As the others exited the shaft behind him, he moved to the other side of the room. He felt no presence on the other side of the door, so he opened it and led the way out. Moving down a corridor, Logan could feel Athrix. He was definately here. He rounded a corner and quickly stepped back where he had come from. "There is a squad of troopers in the corridor," Logan whispered to the others. "We need to eliminate them quickly and quietly. They are walking away from us, with any luck, we can sneak up behind them and dispatch them before they raise alarm."