[Turn Grover and RA:15]

The two begin to move off loading their weapons.

[Grover to all] "Cshh If no one is going to get moving, we'll slip off and perhaps try to unjam certain fields that I'm sure they've set up for us by now."

[RA:15 to grover] "Matser if I may, we shoulf use the group as a distraction so we can move, more silently."

[Grover to RA:15] "Cshh Excellent idea as usual RA."

[Turn Brice]

[Brice to all] Well it seems Grover and that droid have got the idea. We aren't getting paid to stand around here waiting for someone to try and stop us are we? Lets move."

[Brice to Baila] "We'll go check whats in the nearest corridor." Brice walks over to nearest blaster door and pushes the door for it to open. It slides open and reveals an empty corridor leading down the ship.

[Brice to all] "Well we have a long walk ahead of us. Lets go."

[Grover to Brice] "Cshh We will move with you. Somebody needs to soak up the bullets for us."

[Turn L832]L832 flew in front of the rest of the group down the empty corridor. He turrned the corridor and saw a group of sith. He only saw them for second and a half but that was enough for him to know everything on the other side.

[L832 to all]"Ten Sith soldiers watching this door, simple firearms, nothing too much for our shields, they have no cover, the oldest is 34, the youngest 19. Average age is 24 rounded down. They stand in a U shape around the door, the closest to the door is 12 meters, the furthest is 18 meters. Lightly armoured and nervous. Well trained but tired. Those droids in the hangar and Tk-797 could take those soldiers.

{spoiler]Ehhhh, sorry if this kinda screwed up the plot but I figured there would be some Sith waiting to intercept us.[/spoiler]

[turn] Irukandji motioned his retinue forward in to place to cover the door where the Droids had indicated the Sith were waiting, then he made sure he was well out of the line of fire.
He had no intention of leading the breach himself, let one of the Jedi's or the other members of the group control had assembled take that 'glory' after all what good was glory to a corpse.

[turn] Baila follows Brice, looking out for any Sith.

[turn=John and Jenna]

the two of them stay to the back of the Group, looking out for a Sith ambush

{turn Jenika} *Jenika suddenly stopped in her tracks*

They wont dare shoot me. I know this for a fact.

[John to Jenika] "I like that idea, it's better than my plan"

[TURN - SOZIA] Sozia thought the Sith was going to be a problem, and she probably was, but it looked like she was going to be useful as well. She looked at Control to see what he thought, but he was staring off into space. Probably integrating himself into the ship.

She'd watched him practice and develop his skills over their months of planning. The breakthrough had come when he had been able to fully inhabit a droid, as fully as Syn inhabited his new mechanical body. He'd woven himself into larger and larger systems, until they were ready, until he was ready to extend his consciousness over kilometers of endlessly complex systems.

[COMM - SOZIA TO JENIKA] "Sounds good. I'd prefer you take someone with you though, just in case they wise up. Also, if you get yourself in a bind, let me know and we'll get Control on it. Every weapon and system on this ship is at his command, so you have one hell of a backup if you need it."

{Comm-Jenika to Sozia} Who would you suggest I take with me? I need a human. No offence to the droids, but the Sith are wary of bots on board that are not part of the Battle Droid network this ship controls.

[COMM - SOZIA TO FORGEN] "You go. I'll think you will prove very useful, unexpectedly so even. Since you carry no weapons, you are less likely to raise suspicion. She could say you were a prisoner or something like that."

Around the Fallacious Reasoning the galaxy returned to normal. The Star Destroyers disappeared into the reaches of Hyperspace, leaving the gigantic warship unattended.

Suddenly, in a flash of radiation, a 19 kilometer long black wedge appeared in the system. The Misleading Statistic, Darth Mobius' newest ship, was in system for fifteen seconds before she once more disappeared into hyperspace, heading for the rendezvous point with the rest of the fleet.

* * *

Darth Mobius sat in his command chair, calmly watching the countdown timer aboard his shuttle. When it reached Three the Misleading Statistic dropped out of hyperspace. At Two the shuttle was pointed nose down out of the hangar bay. At One the shuttle was accelerating out of the hangar at full thrust, the highly modified engines driving the Vagrant Philanderer at full speed from the ship. At Zero the Tractor Beam gave the shuttle a swift kick in the ass, propelling her further away from the black hull than she could have moved on her own.

Twelve seconds later the Misleading Statistic disappeared back into hyperspace. At such close range, the shuttle was twisted and ripped at by the gravitic vortexes created by such a large ship jumping into hyperspace. Any other ship would have been ripped into pieces so small that scientists wouldn't have been able to identify an oxygen atom from the shuttle, but the Quantum Crystalline Armor held together. Darth Mobius gritted his teeth as he dove the shuttle straight at the hangar bay of the Fallacious Reasoning.

There was a loud crash as the Shields aboard the Fallacious Reasoning were ripped from the hull. The hangar bay's magnetic containment field remained in place and Darth Mobius parked his shuttle deftly against one of the blast doors, wedging them around the nose of his shuttle so that they wouldn't leak atmosphere if someone vented the hangar to space, and calmly extended the landing ramp and shut the ship down.

[TURN - FORGEN] Unexpectedly useful--not exactly flattering, but better that what he'd become accustomed to. He straightened up and nodded to Jenika, "Just tell me what you need from me--" Suddenly, the ship rumbled and shook with a blast impact and Control collapsed to the floor. Forgen looked at Sozia, who was bent over the limp body, and was fought the impulse to say, It wasn't me!

"What happened?" he asked anyone. The Bothan and his crew were scrambling around the Squib and his display.

"What happened?"