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[Trin]

A hooded figure strode at a swift pace down the long dark corridor, which led to the bridge of the ship. The lights flickered at the figures every step, as if its raw power was throwing off the electrical systems of the deck. Another few paces led the hooded being right to the entrance of the bridge, and she lowered her hood reviling non other than the Dark Lord.

Darth Thorn smiled slightly and entered her access code on a small panel on the left of the door. Immediately the doors unlocked and swished open as expected, to show a rather large room with several guards and other important officers scattered around at different computer terminals and monitors. Trin put on her ‘on duty’ facade and walked onto the bridge, doors swishing shut behind her. All at once every one of the crewmen halted their tasks, stood up, and saluted her. At this she smirked, then waved a hand in a dismissive manner.

“At ease” She said loudly continuing on to the front of the room where an uptight looking man stood, who happened to be the second in command of the Vessel.
“Ah, Lord Thorn. On time as usual.” The man said in businesslike tone.
“Save the pleasantries Commander Bel. We’re changing course.” She snapped.
“My Lord?”
“Set a course for the Barab system.”
“But, there has been several Mandalorian sightings there.. It is rumored that they took over the sector. To go there would be… Suicide.”
“Are you questioning my orders now, commander?”
“No, of course not Lord Thorn.. It will be done.” He answered back a little shakily.
“Then get to it. Dismissed.”

Trin sighed and shook her head as she watched her first officer stalk off towards the nav computer. He was beginning to become more of a nuisance every day, but she’d have to deal with him later, as she had bigger fish to fry in the present.
There were several rumors of recent happenings on Barab 1 that she could not ignore. The most prominent, was of someone supposedly parading around with the name of a deceased Dark Lord of the Sith, Lord Del’Vach. She couldn’t have that.. She was the one and only DLOTS, and no Sith wannabe was going to steal her title. She would need to destroy whomever it was using her title, if only to assure her future power.

But then destroying the target was getting a bit ahead. She didn’t even know if the ‘Dark Lord’ was still on the planet, chances were that he wasn’t, but at least it would be a starting point. So with that in mind, she took her designated seat on the deck, and turned her eyes to the view screen, to watch the passing blur of stars as the ship sped through space.

OOC: Gah, i'm always horrible at first posts! Hope it wasn't too rotten.. XD

[Del'Vach]

((OOC: Not at all, very good in fact.
Better than my tiny post at least))




Lord Delvach patrolled his capital ship watching droids rush up and down the halls. It had been week’s sense he had left the mandalorian fleet and headed his own way.
He felt a ping inside his head he sensed someone powerful heading toward him. The presence was faint but it was there as if they could almost mask where they were. Smirking he headed to the bridge and watched as one of the droids held a sheet.
"My lord we need supplies due to the lack of.." Before the droid could finish Del crushed it into a tiny ball. After kicking the hunk of scrap metal away he headed to the main console and opened up a screen sending a transmission to Tram Vilkan
"Tram it seems we will be having a guest make sure to prepare everything." With a smirk he closed the transmission walking over to the navigational computer he punched in a few coordinates heading to Aduba 3. Del cracked his neck one way then another walking to his quarters. Sitting down on his lavish bed he looked at a wall that was covered in no less than thirty lightsabers, all but one his own. Smirking he masked his presence fully and the ship seemed invisible to the force.

[Trin]

Trin sat rather boredly in her chair, looking over a datapad that contained the hourly reports of the vessel’s primary functions. Everything seemed normal and in correct order. In fact everything always looked to be in order, as she had only the best working on her ship, well.. and the fact that she’d force lighting anyone who reported so much as a wire out of place. She chuckled silently, remembering the last person who had reported a power shortage on one of the decks... Good times.

The Dark Lord tossed the datapad aside and stood up, stretching a bit. Suddenly she felt something in the back of her mind; something very powerful radiating from a great distance, it lasted a few seconds then abruptly disappeared without a trace as if it were never there in the first place. Her quarry knew she was coming, that much she puzzled together, and it seemed that he was a force adept as well, one with a vast knowledge of the force. If he could completely mask his presence from the force.. Perhaps this wasn’t going to be as easy as she first anticipated.

“Commander, how long until our arrival?” She asked impatiently.
“Three hours my lord..” he answered
“Make it one. I’ll be in my quarters, alert me as soon as we reach the system.” She ordered, and without a look back, she exited the bridge and made her way to her quarters.

Exactly one hour later, as ordered, the Sith command ship arrived in the Barab system.
“Lord Thorn, we have arrived” Commander Bel reported to the darklord, via comlink.
“Very good, Raise shields and prepare for an attack. I’ll be on the bridge shortly.” She replied back curtly. Maybe now she could get some answers on this mystery Sith.

[chucknorrishater]

"General, ready fleet one, as well as my flag ship, and get them ready for departure!", snapped Tram. "Yes sir!", replied the General. Tram then checks to make sure the fleet is in order. "General, is my ship ready?", asked Tram in a stern voice. "Yes sir.", he replied. "Good." Tram then went to board his ship, and went to his quarters, and masked his presence.

[Del'Vach]

As Trin's ship had come into Barab 1 space a distress beacon was sent out. In the distance a large capital ship looking quite battle scared and destroyed drifted toward her own. Del grinned as his ship drifted toward her own his presence still masked and every droid hidden.
A holo message ringed out a tall muscular man in a worried voice shouting into the com "Oh god it seems as if there coming from everywhere someone help us please!"
The message seemed to be quite old as if the ship had been drifting for quite some time. Del wandered into the bridge and crossed his arms behind his back waiting for his guests to take the bait.

OOC((KOTOR2 style sorta xDDDD))

[Trin]

Trin arrived on the bridge just as the distress beacon was being played. When the holo message finished it seemed to leave a cold chill behind, making the crewmen tense. Trin however wasn’t phased in the least, she was more eager than ever to go investigate. Normally she would just ignore pathetic distress calls from weaklings, but if there was any survivors then they might possibly have information on the one she was searching for. On the other hand, the ship being there all alone with no other wreckage around seemed just a little convenient, almost as if it were set up precisely for her ships arrival. In all likelihood, it probably was a trap, but by whom? Certainly not Mandalorians, they couldn’t cloak their life force. It had to be a force user of some sort..

“Commander, I’m going aboard. Hold our position, until I say otherwise.”
“But my lord, this whole situation reeks of a trap-” He began but was abruptly cut off.
“That’s already occurred to me. If I need rescuing I’ll bloody call for backup. But I doubt that I shall.”
“You are always correct. Forgive me my lord.” He sneered back.
“I’ll deal with you later..” She hissed, turned on her heal and made her way to the docking bay.

As she strode into the bay, she instantly saw the ship that her commander had gotten ready for her. It was a piece of junk to say the least, but it would have to do. She entered the small craft and noticed that two other Sith knights were waiting inside for her. As she walked passed them, each one bowed their head slightly. She took a seat in the pilots chair, entered the code to unlock the hanger doors, and took the ship out, setting a course for the ‘ghost’ ship. About 10 mins passed and she entered the wide-open hangar of the larger vessel.

[Del'Vach]

Instantly after she arrived a large chill echoed through out the ship. Del smiled as he finished sending an attack message to Executor Vilkan. Sparks flew from the roof and walls of the entire ship as it looked battle scarred in and out. Del had prepared everything for her arrival and he started walking through the halls to the entrance to the docking bay. Slowly it cracked open and Del stood looking down at the three new arrivals from the top of the hanger. Walking along a large ramp every step echoed throughout the large room and he stopped abruptly in the center of the ramp. “Welcome oh Dark lady of the Sith.” His voice seemed venomous and spiteful. Del chuckled to himself as he glided downward toward the floor his arms crossed behind his back.

[chucknorrishater]

"At last....", smiled Tram. "GENERAL!!!", Tram roared, "I want fleet one to Lord Del'Vach immediately!", "It is time!!", Tram said. "Sir, Yes sir!" replied the General. This massive fleet composed of 3 Capitol ship, one enormous Flagship(Tram's ship), countless numbers of fighters, scouts, Portable Hangars, and Frigates. This fleet is just one of many, but this is the most powerfull fleet in the Navy. This fleet is not one that is to be crossed. Luckily the fleet had not been far from Del'Vach, so it should be arriving soon...

[Trin]

Trin exited the shabby shuttle flanked by the two Sith knights who had joined her on the mission. She took a quick glance around the hanger, it was just as dilapidated as its outer shell. The vessel went against all rhyme and reason, the ship shouldn’t have even been in one piece. It truly was a wonder to behold. But goggling over the magnificence of the ship wasn’t her reasoning for coming aboard, she desired information.

The Sith Lord and her two followers took a few paces into the decaying room and then stopped when she raised a hand. Although she and her followers were now stationary the sound of echoing footfalls still filled the emptiness of the hangar bay and suddenly everything seemed to go cold. Trin’s hand lowered itself onto her lightsaber hilt, as she scanned the room with her golden eyes, searching for the cause of the noise. Finally after what seemed like hours, she caught sight of the one disturbing the silence, he was a rather short bald man. She let her hand fall from her saber as the man spoke, but the two other Sith jumped in front of her and ignited their blades.

"Now now, put those things away.. We don’t want to be rude..” Trin smirked. The two stared skeptically at her, but did as they were told.
She continued in a serious tone: “Obviously you already know who I am, and I think I have a pretty good idea of who you might be.. Lord Del’Vach I presume?”

[Del'Vach]

Del smirked as the two disignighted their sabers and he took a few steps closer. "Now now I wouldn't do that." He raised one of his hands and sent the two sprawling across the hanger. He tucked his arm back under his robes and turned his head to the side looking at her ship. "So tell me why are you such a fool to hunt a dead man?" It was obvious he was toying with her as if waiting for something.

[Trin]

Trin braced herself for a possible attack when the supposed ‘Sith Lord’ began walking closer. Unfortunately the two other Sith didn’t prepare, and paid for it by being thrown halfway across the hanger. “Weak fools..” Trin muttered under her breath, while rolling her eyes. It seemed that all who followed her were incompetent fools. She turned her attention back to the Man claiming to be Sith and hissed back:
“But it is not a dead man I’m hunting.. The one I’m after is nothing but a weakling, pretending to be a great Sith Lord.. If you were so powerful, then why must you hide behind an already known name?”

[Del'Vach]

Del chuckled and stood still looking at her.Tell me what code you follow." He awaited her response with a serious look across his face. Eventually his gaze turned toward the two sith who accompanied her. "Not even worth living.." He shook his head from side to side and raised his hand. In an instant the two sith's sabers ignited and flew into their own chests impaling them to the floor. "Well I'm waiting for your response Mistress Trin.

[Trin]

Trin raised an eyebrow at his question, what did it matter what code she bloody followed? It was irrelevant information for this situation. And was it not obvious? She followed the code of the Sith.
At first she wasn’t going to give him an answer, so she just stood there, both hands placed on her hips to show her utter defiance. But her nerve was then boosted when the man impaled both of her followers with their own blades.
“The Jedi’s obviously.. Can’t you see I’m just glowing with the light side?” she barked back sarcastically.

[chucknorrishater]

Just hours later the massive fleet pulled in the space of Barab 1. Tram sees Del'Vach's ship. "Scramble the fighters, all ships barrage the unidentified ship now!!", He screamed. Suddenly countless numbers of fighters, swarmed around the Dark Lady's ship, and fired upon it, then atleast 10 frigates pulled in and startyed to open fire on her ship. "Captain, I want the Capitol ships firing on her ship as well, with maximum fire power!", he screamed. "Yes sir!", replied the captain. Immediatley there was countless lazers coming at her ship. "Now she is trapped upon Lord Del'Vach's ship.", he smiled. Her ship was overwlemed, but it was fighting back. As more fighters died more came from the portable ship hangars. Her ship will not last long.

[Del'Vach]

Del kept a stern look across his face and walked to the large shield barrier watching as her ship was destroyed. "Mistress Trin I asked the code you follow not your alignment. He seemed calm even with his back to her.
“I am the heart of darkness.” He spoke aloud to himself, saying the words so fluently as if he had said them a million times. He fumbled throughout his robes and grasped one of his sabers still keeping it hidden. "I am still waiting Mistress recite your code. He seemed calm and let a smirk Cross his lips, he seemed quite pleased at the sight of her ship's destruction.