Kyle Katarn jolts around in his seat as the Raven Claw breaches the atmosphere. In Jan's hands he can see the controls twitching and moving little by little. The movements all around are not caused majorly by the atmosphere itself, but by tailers. Being in the planet's atmosphere, they can distinctly hear the high pitch screeches of TIE fighters, heralding the oncoming dogfight. One the Raven Claw would not be apart of. Two A-Wings peel off from the main group to deal with their following enemies. Flashes of lasers are caught in the distance behind Kyle's ship.

Focus, Kyle. They can deal with them he tells himself, over and over in his head as they descended through the clouds. In a manner of time that felt longer than it should have, the clouds part to reveal the battleground below.

Explosions dot the space between the supposed location of the secret Imperial base and what Kyle makes out to be the New Republic camp from the numerous transports. He couldn't see much, but he doubts it would be only troopers.

Jan brings the dark freighter down and around to the rear of the camp. They both can see troopers running back and forth, some carrying supplies and over heading to vehicles accompanied by those that were about to charge out to the front lines, covered by hover tanks. A blast from either artillery or a cannon aboard the Star Destroyer strikes close enough to shake their ship, but no damage. It had been a long time since Kyle had been on the very front lines, and he wasn't in any rush to get back to those times.

A man adorned in an officer's uniform awaited their ship to touch down, accompanied by two soldiers, a Twi'Lek and a Sullustan.

"This way, quickly!" he shouts over the explosions and engines, waving at them follow. Once with them, they start fast-walking to the center of the camp. On the way, the officer explains everything.

"We found an Imperial patrol lingering in an open field nearby, and followed them. That led us here. But somehow, they knew we were coming. A squad of TIE bombers wiped out our main attack force, everyone else was forced to withdraw until some air support came. That's when the enemy fleet arrived apart, and all hell broke loose. We've already lost a third of our overall force, both in space and down here." His voice is clear, and goes over the sound of everything around them. "We managed to set up a base camp, but have taken heavy casualties. The natives of Eriadu are no help, as they have sided with the Imperial Remnant forces. Striking us on our flanks." Another close explosion sends ripples through the air, knocking over a crate nearby. "What we need is to reorganise, rally the troops! And with more experienced heroes, we can do that." Kyle was caught unaware as the officer called them heroes. He never really thought of it that way. "The others agree, and await your arrival. Which is now" he finished, pushing aside some canvas to reveal a holotable surrounded by three other officers. Three salute to Jan, so he assumes she is higher.

"Commander Ors, we have your strike team ready" one of them says.

"She is injured" a nearby med-droid adds, apparently having assessed her. She nods. Many faces become crestfallen. Then all turn to Katarn.

"We will need you to lead" their guide says, the others nodding in agreement.

"I'm not really leader material-"

"Kyle. Please." He couldn't deny Jan's soft voice. So he nods. The guide officer leads Kyle to the holotable, which shows the battle from above in real time. T2-B and T4-B tanks hover and roll across the battlefield with their treads, firing cannons. AT-ST's walk to engage in battle against them, aided by 2-M repulsor tanks lingering some distance back. Rockets and lasers go back and forth. They could really use a Jedi, and Kyle knows he is the closest.

"Master Katarn" the officer says, addressing him. Though he rathers not be known as Master, but makes no note of it. "Your team shall go over by the right flank. There are some hills there you can use to flank. We will have a T2-B hovertank to cover you, but that is all we can spare." Kyle couldn't deny that he is impressed. Just by looking over the holotable, he sees they are organised. Much more organised than back in the days of the Rebellion. "You move out now."

Kyle nods, then turn to leave. But before that, he gives Jan one last hug before he goes off to fight a war.

As soon as Kyle katarn arrive, he is greeted by a familiar face. Out of all squads, what are the chances it was to be Captain Anthorp, wielding his heavy pistol. He gives a nod of acknowledgement, and Kyle thinks he was seeing things for a moment as he sees a smile. Perhaps due to the fact they knew one one another from the strike. Maybe as a thank you for getting them out alive. Eight members stand before him. Besides four that were involved in the attack, Anthorp included, there are a female Twi'Lek, a human and twin Duros. Then again, there aren't many differences between Duros in the first place, so assuming a pair are twins isn't too uncommon. The two T2-B tanks sit at a standstill, ready to move on orders. Kyle's orders.

"Katarn. I heard you got yourself a Padawan" Anthorp snickers at Kyle's expression, which is a slight twitch in his lip.

"Yes. But I'm getting used to it." Kyle does a quick observation of the squad before shooting a question the captain's way. "Is everyone ready?" A nod is given in return. That meant good things to Kyle. They could get this over with quickly, if they did it exactly as planned. And that's exactly what worries him. When has anything ever gone to plan for him?

"Right. Uh...Everyone, move out!"Kyle orders in a clear tone after a pause to figure out an order.

The tanks are first to move through the path in the hills, flanked by the team. Their turrets swivel left to right, scanning for any incoming hostiles. With the people of Eriadu siding against them, an ambush could be anywhere. Kyle sticks to around the front in case he needs to use his saber to protect them from the front. He had gotten more accustomed to using it ever since getting it back. But he knew if they came from the sides, it would be hard to fend them off. Their path is a low one, snaking through the hills. The enemy would have higher ground.

Along their path, it becomes only louder with explosions and blaster fire in the distance. None of it getting closer, although it is rather hard to judge from the current distance of the battlefield. The Twi'Lek, a woman with speed that surprised Kyle when he saw her run ahead, scouts out carefully, have her blaster always at the ready. The two Duros linger around the front, both armed with heavy blaster rifles. Everyone else remains at the sides and rear of the tanks.

Kyle senses it before everyone else. Something ahead. A premonition. He taps Anthorp on the shoulder and whispers in his ear, pointing over to a stack of rocks on the side of their path. The Republic captain nods and signals to the Twi'Lek woman. She nods, then starts to run up them to get above before pointing down at whoever is on the other side, shouting at them to stand down. A few moments later, two Eriadu natives come out. The Twi'Lek salutes over with a confident smile, and suddenly Kyle has a feeling this might be her first battle.

And her last. A green stream of energy passes through her back. Her body arcs forward before falling on the rocks, eyes still wide in shock and sudden pain.

"Ambush!" Kyle isn't sure who had said that. But he understands the word clearly. All around, both Stormtroopers and Eriadu natives pop up like moles in a field. In a few short moments, they are surrounded by around three dozen combatants, all firing on them. A few had even managed to get behind them.

"Get down!"

"Left side!"

"No right side!"

"Look ou-" One of the Duros twins fall from a shot to their side. The other knelt down, dragging him into cover between the tanks. Both cannons fire, filling the ears of troops nearby almost like thunder. Kyle takes out his Bryar pistol and starts shooting from cover. Even if he was to use his lightsaber, he knows that would only make him a bigger target. And when getting attacked from so many angles, he would only be dead in a matter of seconds. The front tank hit it's mark next to the rocks, sending nearby targets scrambling to their feet or flying several feet away, only to lay still. Their quad-cannons were effective with area of effect, firing four lasers in quick succession to hit multiple points on a large target, or hit multiple targets. But their cannons were weak against some vehicles, such as an AT-AT or AT-ST, not being able to destroy the latter in one hit. And without their shields, they would be one rocket away from destruction.

The enemy had that idea. Kyle sees the EMP rocket, but it is too late to stop it. The missile hits directly below the cannons. An anti-vehicle rocket follows, and in five seconds the vehicle explodes from within, taking those inside with it. The explosion knocks half the squad down, it's shockwave causing dust and sand to rise up around it.

"Sith-spit!" Kyle couldn't help keeping in his curse. Things had gotten to a high level of panicking and mayhem for them. They had seen them coming. Kyle forces his legs and arms to move, to push himself off the ground. Pieces of burning metal surround him. With how close he had been to the T2-B, he's surprised to find himself almost uninjured. Save for one piece of shrapnel in his lower thigh.

Things looked bad for them. Already a quarter of their team down, half wounded or knocked over by the blast and the rest trying to dodge shots at them. The two Duros lay near each other, brothers in arms. One of the original team members uses the remaining tank to lean on, shooting over to try and take as many as he could. And still over two dozen attackers remain.

Then, when Katarn thought things couldn't get any worse, a dark shadow above. He thinks it may be a silhouetted Imperial gunship. Something coming to kill them. Two red streams of light come down at them. Followed by an explosion. Yet he feels no searing pain. He looks to his left to see smoke rising from behind a hill. Then looks back up to see the dark shape soar over, an under-belly turret gunning down at Kyle's attackers.

Is that... He is too stunned to believe it. But with a closer look, an expression of relief flows over. A scowl of realisation and disbelief follows.

Their attackers flee for their lives, Kyle's team shooting at their feet. But he stands there, watching the ship.

"When I get my hands on him." He turns to Anthorp, who must have heard his grumble. "I need to deal with something." Anthorp nods and follows and both he and Kyle head to the ship which has begun its landing sequence.

They reach the black ship quickly with no more resistance against them. The landing ramp is already down, and standing at the bottom is a familiar Mandalorian and Rodian. And by the looks of things, the Mandalorian is not happy. Not one bit.

"Connor!" Connor turns to Kyle, and just by seeing Katarn's expression and backup his eyes dilate, a nervous smile. Which is quickly corrected to reflect the annoyance he has at what the boy did.

"Katarn! Ya know what ya padawan did?! He stole my swoop bike-"

"Where is he?" Kyle is now standing right in Connor's face, controlling his breathing so that his chest is barely huffing, his moustache bristling from under his nose. Connor didn't, his eyes going back and forth between the man's face and the lightsaber Kyle had unknowingly grasped onto. Finally, he finds the courage to do so. By pointing in the direction of the base. Kyle follows the finger, then looks back at Connor. Then realises he is holding the front of his armor to lift him face-to-face. He drops him, or rather pushes him back to force him into a stumble, right into the Rodian's arms.

He needn't ask Anthorp for a ride, as Anthorp is already calling one in on his communicator. It comes shortly after.A 74-Z speeder bike, a supply pack of medical supplies and other necessities on the side.

"We can hold our own here. Go get your padawan." Katarn nods and swings a leg over the speeder, then feels a hand grabbing his wrist. "Try to cause as much havoc as you can" the Republic captain adds, a mischievous grin on his face. Kyle nods again, the same grin on his. He would make them pay if they dare hurt his padawan. With a rev, the speeder is off without any hassle or groan. It speeds across the hilly landscape. Kyle has his saber in hand, just in case someone tries to take a shot. But none do. Meaning one only thing. They were drawing him in.

Leon dismounts the swoop bike he 'borrowed', keeping it concealed behind a rock. He feels bad for having mind-tricked Connor, but at least it proves one thing. He wasn't as resistant as he had said back on Uvena. That kept Leon smirking until he had arrived at one of the entrances to the base. A dark gaping tunnel descends into the earth. Leon can sense something ahead. A dark presence. Just what he wants. He couldn't wait to see the look of regret on the dark wolf-man's face at all the insults it had thrown at him. He had become stronger through that training. And he would put it to use.

The padawan takes easy steps down the hall. No stairs or rails can stop him if he starts sliding down. Maybe that's what they want. Him sliding down, unprepared. A perfect chance with him vulnerable. But no resistance when coming here tells him otherwise.

His two sabers in hands, the padawan watches ahead into the darkness. A cold breeze goes through from the entrance, getting colder and colder. When he reaches the bottom, it feels very cold as if there is a snow storm outside. Before him is a lit metal corridor, unguarded. No doors nor windows. Just metal walls stretching as far as he can see.

Leon ventures deeper, watching for any flashes of white from Stormtrooper armor in the new light before him. Or black with red swirling lights. His hands tense up on his sabers. The dark presence becomes more powerful. He keeps going, determined to face his foe. Until he comes to an obstacle after a turn. A steel blast door. He activates a saber and readies to cut through.

Only to freeze as it hisses open, stunned by how it suddenly opened before him. He stands there, saber raised up and ready to pierce the now open door. A large room inside, a central elevated point in the floor with a figure seated in the middle.

"Finally, you have arrived."

Kyle finds a swoop bike not too well hidden next to a rock. Leon...

He brakes his speeder bike next to it and starts to look around to find the same entrance he assumes Leon took. In the dirt, he finds a set of boot tracks. With the swoop bike, he confirms this is the path Leon had taken. He finally starts to believe that luck is on his side. But since when is it ever on his side? Since when are things ever easy for him?

He feels a dark presence, a strong one. Yet different and much like that of a Reborn. Though he is too late to see them as two Reborns drop behind him from rocks above. He turns, activating his blue lightsaber in two hands. They have their red sabers active, each held in one hand. A third thump follows behind the mercenary, followed by a gruff voice.

"False Jedi. My master wishes for me to deal with you?" He puts on a smug grin and turns his face around to catch a glance of the Shistavanen.

"Hey ugly. I was wondering when you would show up. You been waiting to take a chomp out of me?" The wolf-man growls almost hungrily in a way. That sends a shiver down his back. Kyle knows many rumors about Shistavanen's eating other races. "Is that some drool I see?" he adds, trying to egg on the Dark force-user. He gets what he wants. Just not in the way he expects. A crooked grin appears across the wolf-man's muzzle.

"Kill him." Kyle looks forward, raising his saber. The Reborns do the same. Then both lunge at him.

Leon tries to peer through the darkness to see the mysterious figure's face. One thing he definitely knows is that whoever they are, it is not who he wants. As their voice is female. They are sitting, legs crossed before them. One saber in front of them. One thing he can see is that they are wearing little clothing from what he could see on their legs. Dark leggings. Her belly exposed and he can see a bit that looks like a bra. As well as something resembling a tall collar.

Leon keeps his sabers steady in front of him, slowly stepping to the side to circle her. The seated figure chuckles.

"If you are trying to sneak around me, you fail. I thought he would have taught you better. Then again, he never was one for being quiet, was he?" Leon remains quiet. "Just like Kyle. You ask the questions and don't answer anyone else's." That makes him freeze. How does she know that Kyle is his master? How does she know Kyle to begin with?

"How is that herder these days?" Leon feels a scowl come over. Not because she insulted Kyle, but because calling him a herder means a herder is training him.

"Why don't you start answering some questions, then. Let's start with who you are." The dark figure chuckles and stretches out her legs, putting a hand behind her to push herself up. From her lap she takes up what looks like some kind of scepter. She throws it to someone at the side of the room where someone in black catches it, a glint of metal behind a glove.

"Take it somewhere safe. Then wait at the door with the two guards" she orders in a somewhat calm yet dark voice. With a flick of her hand she dismisses them. Leon stands there, trying to think what she could even mean by two guards. Then she looks at Leon as she comes out into the light.

Younger than he pictured. Purple face paint covering her upper half of her face. Purple tattoos on her arms. Two purple feathers and one yellow feather at the back of her short brown hair, all pointing down. Her clothing is of a dark color and her skin light. Two shoulder pads rest on either side of her collar and brown leather gauntlets. Dark blue leggings and brown boots. She holds her saber in one hand, or rather in the air above it, spinning it with the Force. Once about five steps before him, she bows in a graceful yet mocking manner.

"Tavion. Your master should know me." Her hand goes to her throat as if she were rubbing a sore throat after a bad cough. "I know him. And he is quite the fighter. As does my master, Desann" she adds, a cruel smile a showing in the dim light of his yellow lightsabers. That name strikes him. He had been there for the strike on the Academy. And knowing Desann had been responsible for the many deaths, knowing this woman to be his apprentice makes his hatred to her rise to a new height. Grief, anger, hate. Feelings of the dark side. Feelings he cannot repress.

"Then you shall join him soon enough. For all the lives lost." He raises his hands to fight stance before him, one reverse grip and the other pointing at his opponent from waist height. Tavion lets her weapon drop into her hand before she activates her the saber. With her other hand, she gestures the boy forward.

"Then come. Prove yourself as something worth my time." Leon pauses his circling. Then with one quick movement he rushes forward, meeting her in battle by leaping forth and slashing across.

The Reborn on his left strikes at his side. Kyle deflects with a vertically upside-down block, using his other hand to stun the other from under his arm with a force push. The stun works, giving him enough time to parry with a spin of his blade to drive his opponent's saber into the ground. As well as his. The weapons hiss and sizzle against each other. The sweat of his brow drops off to sizzle on the blade and evaporate.

He senses the other coming behind. Lifting one leg up he kicks them in the chest, he lifts his other leg and uses the momentum to leap over the first Reborn, spinning in the air before landing directly behind to deliver a slash across their back. That deals with one Reborn left.

As they fall, the other leaps over their companion to get the jump on Kyle. In surprise he raises his lightsaber. The block is feeble but holds against the heavy strike. His blade is almost hit out of his hand. Frustration courses through him. He doesn't have time for these false Dark Jedi who were made thanks to science. Experiments. Using the force to push on their weapon, he pushes hard against them but directs it down. Right until it slips down, grazing their fingers around the hilt. They scream in pain. He ends that quickly with a quick spin followed up by a deep cut across their chest.

He stands there, huffing while trying to keep his composure. Katarn hasn't forgotten about the Shistavanen behind him. The latter has a large cruel grin. Some sick sense of admiration at the death they had witnessed.

"Anger and hate? Not something a Jedi should have."

"Yeah, well a monkey shouldn't have a lightsaber either, but I don't see you dropping it" he retorts, still huffing after the fight. The wolf-man snarls, fingers tightening around the lightsaber staff. Kyle spots drops of blood from the long claws digging into it's wrist. The Shistavanen lifts the cross-bladed end to his forehand, his rear hand holding just a bit halfway. It points the cross-end at Kyle then activates.

"You should stop picking fights with those more dangerous than you." Kyle shrugs.

"I must be some kind of danger magnet." He brings his lightsaber up past his right shoulder, using both hands to hold. "I don't have all day." The Shistavanen starts to circle around, getting closer in range with every step. Four steps away, he stabs out. Kyle sidesteps with ease. Proceeding to roll when the stab turns into a long sweep. Kyle goes into a kneeling position after his roll, but doesn't see the sweeping weapon coming for him until the last moment. He ducks lower, the sizzling blade singing into his back. Kyle falls flat against the dirt, yet is quick to recover as the Shistavanen brings the cross-bladed end back around for another heavy strike down upon him.

Katarn pulls himself forward, using the force to get more distance, then turns to quickly fire off a blast from his trusty Bryar. It is deflected with ease, but that's just what he wants. A distraction. He runs forward to deliver a quick slash across the Shistavanen's side. Who only force pushes him to a distance where all the lightsaber does it a small cut in it's target's lower thigh.

Both opponents stand opposite, facing away from each other. At the same time they turn to face each other. Kyle examines his work. A burning wound. No doubt stinging like his own back.

"You will not reach him. We both have the force naturally, unlike these," he gesture to the Reborns," but you lack experience. I do not."

"What, a couple weeks of training? I have had plenty more than that." The wolfman snarls, somewhat sounding like a scoff.

"A couple of weeks? I was trained by Desann himself alongside Tavion. There were many back up plans. Many you do not know of." Kyle would have asked. But only one thing matters. Saving his padawan. Formulating a quick plan, he charges forward, his saber a whirling light of his fury. The Shistavanen blocks every attack, but Kyle is too fast for any counterattack against him.

Kyle takes leap back to dodge an attack. The wolfman takes Kyle's foot in his hand, it's claws piercing the leather boots. Blood pooled out from around the claws. Kyle falls back on the floor, and with quick thinking he raises a spare hand to shock his attacker with a strike of Sith lightning. This surprises his enemy, forcing them back.

Kyle takes advantage of this and surges forward, saber trailing across the ground behind him as he continues to use his lightning attack. Once close enough he swings up in an uppercut, cutting across the wolfman's chest. Followed up by a downward slash, which the wolfman blocks. But Kyle's attack is too heavy, knocking the wolfman's saber out of his hand. It snarls, and lunges forth with outstretched claws that dig into Kyle's left shoulder. With one tight grip, Kyle feels and hears a pop. he cries out in pain, willing the Force to push his opponent off. The black-suited opponent is launched back over to where his saber staff is, which he takes into his hands and lunges again. Kyle lifts his saber with both hands to block the attack.

They stand there, locked with no way out. If the Shistavanen takes his saber back, he gets cut in half. The same goes for Kyle.

"A standstill." The Dark Jedi pushes on his saber staff. Kyle feels his strength waning. "You cannot beat me. You see now I have bested you. In superior strength, I emerge victorious." The Dark Jedi slowly lifts the bottom end of his staff towards Kyle's knee. Kyle is forced to kneel down, holding his saber up. He struggles to see from the sparking light above him. In his mind it is like clockwork as he tries to formulate a plan. Only one comes to mind. And quite possibly his riskiest.

"You might have strength. But there's one thing you don't have, furball." The Shistavanen suddenly looks confused. Then Kyle makes his move.

He moves his saber high with one hand, allowing the bottom end to cut into his knee. A searing hot pain shoots up his leg from the puncture point. But he ignores that as he raises his trump card. A blaster appears right below the Dark Jedi's jaw, finger on the trigger.

"A gun and risk." With one pull, a yellow blast shoots through the wolfman's chin and out through the back of his head. He falls, eyes wide open in shock. Falling to the dirt unceremoniously. Kyle Katarn remains kneeling there, eyes closed and a tear of pain threatening to make it's way down his cheek. Using his right hand after putting away his saber, he grabs his shoulder. A pop follows as he puts it back in place. Streaks of blood cover his palm. Then he tries to stand. But his wounded knee makes it hard at first.

After stumbling over several times he finally reaches the wall just past the entrance, using it to lean on as he descends. A blood trail follows from his wounded shoulder. How could he move forward with these injuries? He knows that they are grave injuries. Yet he continues moving on and on. His leg hurting, and his shoulder sticky with wet blood.

What surprises him as he descends is security. No Stormtroopers, no Reborn, no turrets. No security whatsoever. And no Leon.

"L..Leon!" Kyle can feel the life draining from him. From his wounds. But he continues on. Not even stopping when a distant rumble shakes the base and his communicator beeps. Although he still answers.

"Kyle! You need to get out of there! The Star Destroyer is coming down on the base!"

"I've..I've almost found him. Leon! Le-" Something stops him short. A presence that feels somewhat familiar. He hurries his pace, despite his leg wound.

And soon turns a corner to see two fallen Reborn. Burning slashes across their chests, faces of pain and surprise. He assumes Leon is responsible, and somewhat feels glad he is alive. Kyle opens the door. And there, he finds his padawan and someone else.

"Tavion!" he activates his lightsaber. "Leon, I'm coming!" The dark toned padawan turns to see his master and from seeing his injured master does what Katarn would never have expected. Leon Force-pushes his master out of the doorway, then closes it. "Leon! No!" The rumble becomes more louder. The roof beginning to fall inward.

Kyle looks up, yet before he could open the door metal falls upon him. All he sees is darkness.

Jan sits by her partner. Devices next to the medical bed beeping and showing his life signs. It had taken hours to get Kyle out of the wreckage of the Star Destroyer and underground base. They had come across the body of the Dark Shistavanen and some Reborn.

But no Leon. That upset her the most. To know she had failed to help Kyle, but also knowing that Kyle would feel guilt for failing. There was no body, no sign of him having been there. Except for a speeder Connor left behind in a hurry. Probably the best idea, as Kyle would have most likely tried to throttle him.

Jan puts a hand on her partner's wrist, stroking it softly. A dry tear rests on her cheek, a dry streak above it.

"Kyle. Please wake up" she prays, wanting for him to wake up from his one week coma. "Kyle..I'm sorry." She hears the door behind her open. But does not look to see who. Only when they move past to the end of the bed does she see Luke.

"I am sorry to hear what had happened, Jan. I came as soon as my business was complete." He looks over the injured mercenary. "Leon was not found?" She closes her eyes at hearing his name, shaking her head despairingly. Luke has a sympathetic downcast look. "He will be remembered" Luke says sympathetically.

There is a pause of silence, and Luke goes to leave. Someone else comes in. An advisor sent by Mon Mothma. The young woman representing the Chancellor stands by Jan.

"Commander Ors. Have you thought about the proposal?" Jan sighs. At a time like this, she could not believe the advisor was coming in. Though now she did think on it. It would possibly be better.

"Yes. I have. And I would like to agree and become a combat advisor." It was for the best. To keep her off the battlefield, possibly even Kyle. She had a feeling they would need a break.

"Very good. I shall notify Chancellor Mon Mothma." The advisor leaves right after. She looks at Kyle, a sad look on her face.

"I'm sorry" Jan apologises. "But it's for the best." She stands to leave through the door, giving one final glance before turning her back on her old life.

The bridge is silent and empty. As expected from the aging admiral. He looks onward through the asteroid field ahead, viewing his most prized possession. The waiting feels like forever. For finally, they had found it. Their agent had returned, bringing with them an artifact they had been searching for since centuries ago. An ancient artifact, passed down through many hands. Yet rarely used. Until now.

A hiss of opening metal doors indicates the arrival of the agent, standing at the bridge's entrance. The admiral turns on his heels, whirling around without showing how eager he was. He is a high member in their hierarchy, after all. There, stands the agent, clad in a black tunic. A rather menacing figure. His left leg and right arm are made of robotic prosthetics, and half of his face made of metal. The admiral isn't sure whether the prosthetic leg makes him tall or if it came naturally before whatever accident occurred. None the less, the admiral keeps a stern face, turning back to his ultimate creation.

"Do you have it?" There is no audible answer. Instead, the dark agent steps forward to stand next to the admiral, brandishing a triangular object. The high ranking officer can't help but smirk, carefully taking it into his hands despite the disapproving grunt, followed by a rasp.

"Finally, after all this. We have it." He lifts it up before him, as if it were some holy object. Then lowers it, and gives it back to the original keeper. "Yes, everything is going according to plan. Making the preparations. The Master's arrival will be upon us soon." The agent nods, then marches off.

"After everything we have done, it all comes together." He stands there, watching the massing fleet of triangular ships circling around a much, much larger behemoth of a ship.

And so it ends! For now...So, this is how the first story shall end. Yes, I know that Jan would probably not leave her mercenary life behind. But this is an AU. So, I hoped you all enjoyed this story, and see you all in the next one. (Whenever that is).