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Cat toys with her Iridonian double blade, twirling the weapon around on her fingers in a rather fanciful manner. She cocks her head to the side slightly, examing the hologram as image after image of dead Jedi flash before her eyes. She frowns.

"The Unbound used to love throwing their assassins against Force sensitive opponents without anything more than dagger or simple long sword to defend and kill. It was a true test of skill. One which I obviously failed," she chuckles faintly, glancing up at Kip before her attention is drawn back to the hologram.

"So they're plannng on taking the Telos Enclave," she grins. "Bold and risky. I like these guys." She taps the tip of her blade against her chin, thinking. "A good assassin is never unprepared or unaware and from what I'm seeing, these guys are very good at what they do..." she trails off.

Cat starts to pace without even noticing, her mind planning, calculating, plotting. "By the time we get there they'll have been set up for at least a day if not more. They'll be hidden in plain site but we'll never find them if we go looking for them."

She stops pacing and looks directly at Kip. "They'll be watching for Jedi digging their noses into the undercity workings so I don't suggest asking around while waving your title and fancy sticks about," she nods quickly as if she already knows she is understood and returns to pacing.

"They'll need plans if they want to get in the base... and if they want to destory it potentially. They'll also need the right about of punch to get the job done if they don't already have it." She stops, placing her hands on her hips and smiling. "Lucky you, I know just the people we need to talk to."

Damn I'm a good Sith. Well... I mean... bad... but good in the sense that... oh you know what I'm talking about. 

Unbound

I am entertained. 

But you're writing about a Mandalorian and such to THE BIGGEST MANDALORIAN FAN EVER! I have the right to criticize...

(1) Mandalorians of honor don't kill unarmed opponents. Even if the opponent had done something horrible to the warrior, Mandalorians seek honor and glory. It's the very backbone of the society. Thus he would make his opponent fight for his life. Only the strong shall survive. The victor obviously the better man and worthy to live on. Only lesser Mandalorians would commit such a... distasteful act which brings no glory from the kill.

(2) Malachor V (there's no planet named just Malachor) was not a Mandalorian planet despite what a lot of people think. It was actually a True Sith world where the Sith built an academy and was thus avoided by Mandalorians all together.

(3) Mandalore's "suit" was actually hand-crafted by Canderous Ordo himself. He merely incorportated the Mandalore mask (passed down from Mandalore to Mandalore to mark the new leader) into the helmet. There was no specific "armor of Mandalore" or "suit of the first Mandalore".

(4) I do like how your Mandalorian is Force-sensitive, however. Very few Mandalorians possess the neccessary qualities so have fun. 

- Just a few pointers from your CRAZY MANDALORIAN FANGIRL 

No problem, sugah. Just don't let it happen again and we're good.
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I don't know. I'm kinda thrown off. Some of Spartan's recent post are pretty organized and intelligent (what I've seen so far I mean). Different than the Spartan I used to know. It is possible he created a dumb sock-puppet account but that would be completely pointless.

I mean I can always hack into the server and track both IP addresses down to specific locations. Thus seeing if they originated from the same spot and thus seeing if they are indeed the same person. Course to do that would go completely against a little oath of mine but it was a nice just thinking we could do that yes? 

Just realizing I am going a little off course with Revan attacking Foerost. That actually didn't happen until after Revan and Malak had discovered the Star Forge which happened right after they destroyed Malachor V (becuase they disappeared for a bit).

However, I want to keep all characters in play so I'm going to swerve away from canon once more by saying that Revan and Malak discovered the SF before the battle at MV. When they first engaged the Republic fleet after their betrayal (which canonically would be on Foerost because they capture a large remainder of the fleet) is when they're new armada appears and their betrayal of the Republic complete. Sound good?
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Akson nods respectfully in Kavar's direction and steps forward to address the Jedi Masters. Xvan reluctantly follows, his hands warily reamining on the lightsaber barrels dangling from his weapon's harness. The Jedi were not ones to attack unless others or they themselves were directly threatened. But with everyone showing their true colors these days... well it never hurt to be prepared for the unexpected.

Akson's hands move slowly towards his head. There is a sharp hiss from the Kovasn's air tight suit as he removes his helmet, placing it under his left arm. He runs his dirty, gauntlet right hand -void of a ring finger - through his military cut black hair.

"Jedi Masters," he begins, clearing his throat. "I understand your distrust of Mandalorians but I give you my word of honor as a warrior we have nothing but honorable intentions. This twisted war now threatens to consume us all if not brought to an abrupt close."

"I am aware of the concern which arises over Revan and Malak's recent fall. However, there is a situation of greater importance which requires the full attention of the remnants of the Council. If not addressed immediately it will escalate far beyond our means of control."

He sighs heavily. "A triumvirate of Sith Lords have emerged amid the turmoil and chaos of this war. Let the Republic deal with Revan and her toy army for the moment. These Sith Lords must be hunted down as soon as possible and exterminated like the vermin they are or the entire galaxy's fate is sealed..."

...Destiny's Pawn; lower decks...

Lori shakes her head, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Alora... how could she...?"

The sound of footsteps echoes down the corridor behind them. Malak was getting closer. And he was not in a good mood. Lori bends to wipe her tears away on the sleeve of her tunic. She nods with a sniffle.

"Let's go."

...Unidentified Stealth Craft...

Rotel and Daar plop down at the small table in the extremely cramped kitchen area of the small stealth craft, munching down on the few dry and very stale protein bars they'd managed to find in one of the cabinets. They converse in Mando'a, ignoring Kilax's anxious pacing beyond the kitchen doorway.

Kilax suddenly stops, cocking his head to the side. "Wait," he says quickly, quietly. "You sense that?"

Rotel and Daar stop and look in Kilax's direction, crumbs from the protein bars falling onto the chestplates of their armor. "What?" they both ask in unison, the word muffled by the food in their mouths.

Kilax holds up a hand for silence as he listens through the Force... searches. "Ssshhh..."

Rotel and Daar remain completely silent but when they don't sense anything exchange worried glances. In the blink of an eye, Kilax draws  his stolen Sith saber blade, holding it out straight beside him.

Rotel swallows. "Kilax-" he begins.

Suddenly, faint fog shifts beneath Kilax's feet, swirling and merging, forming. A semi-transparent figure turns solid before their very eyes, Kilax's blade a mere centimeter from its throat.

The figure turns its head to look directly at Kilax, revealing its black, cracked skin, ghostly white eyes, and long, black matted hair. The man smiles at Kilax. "My, my, Mandalorian... you are very skilled indeed... I cannot remember anyone who has ever detected me... I have fooled even the most skilled of Jedi Masters... but it seems I am bested by a mere warrior..."

Kilax flashes an empty smile as a courtesy but it quickly fades. "I am no mere Mandalorian warrior, shade..."

The man nods. "So has been proven..."

Kilax growls as Rotel and Daar get up from their seats, their hands moving towards their weapons. "Who are you and why are you on our ship?"

The man chuckles, the sound raspy. "Your ship? Well... I suppose you did steal it... now didn't you?" Another smile. "To answer your questions... I am Mortis... and I have a proposition for you Mandalorians..."

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Here's what Akson looks like:
http://s2.fileave.com/Zaraki_Kenpachi_-_Episode_196.jpg

You are all fallen Jedi; cold, unfeeling beings. Blood and power are all you have ever really known and are all you will ever crave. They are in every fiber of your being, etched into your very soul; they manage to slither their way into your every thought and they sate your tremendous thirst...

You are the Fallen.

Yeah, I know. And he just butted in on one of the RPGs taking control of my characters. -_- You just don't do that...