CHAPTER 17
The Millennium Falcon had been sitting in the empty hanger of the Sith battleship for the past three hours since the ship and it's passengers were captured. Well not all of her passengers at least! "I don't know how you talked me into this?" C-3PO expelled in the dark, confining space he and R2 were hiding in. "To think that after all we have been through in our years of uncountable experiences." R2 kept an active sensor sweep to make sure the coast was clear before they could get out of the Falcon's secret hatches underneath the flooring of the corridors, complements of the great late Han Solo. ".that you still managed to drag me along this fool hearty attempt to join Master Skywalker on his mission. When he finds out that we're here he will." "Wheep!" R2 alerted his friend to the motion he detected above them. The footsteps of the Sith scientific analysis team, echoed through the bulkheads as they made their way off the enemy ship. The droids could hear small talk through the paneling above them. "What were those two Jedi thinking about when they decided to take this old heap into battle?" one of the voices said. "I don't know, I was under the impression that they were smart enough t." the conversation began to disappear as they two men finally exited the ship. The droids waited a minute then R2 broke the tense silence. "Peebroo!" "Are you sure?" 3-PO whispered. The astromech gave a confirming whistle. "Well if you say there isn't anyone onboard.." The tall droid pushed the hatch up, then slid it over letting the Falcon's internal lights, spill into the secret compartment in which the bots hid. ".there doesn't appear to be anyone here." R2 held up with being cooped up in his hiding space, released his small booster rockets from the sides of his two main legs ignited the small engines with a quick enough burst to hop his shell into the access corridor. 3-PO preferred to simply rely on the small ramp that carried him down into that infernal hole in the first place. The golden robot slowly made his way upright forcing R2 to wait for him. "Alright lead the way! Let's see what kind of a death trap you've thrown us into this time!" the unenthusiastic 3PO proclaimed as the blue and white astromech began to wheel his way off the Falcon, relying on his 'Gut' instinct that there wouldn't be any trouble meeting him at the end of the exit ramp. Not surprising to the intuitive droid, the hanger deck was void of all life signs. 3PO eventually caught up with the slightly faster R2-D2, then took notice of the somewhat familiar looking surroundings, thinking back to his ordeal a couple millennia ago onboard the first Deathstar completely oblivious to the fact that he was now on an enemy Vessel. "Well it seems that the Jedi shipyards have borrowed retro- designs from the old Imperial Fleet." R2 gave little focus to his friend's observation he just headed for the nearest corridor, and headed for it in search of their Master. "R2 where are you going?" 3PO said not giving a care for those who might hear him as the astromech sped away in the other direction. "R2-D2 you wait for me this instant!" He waddled hastily after the silver domed droid, R2 then made his way up to a smaller corridor adjacent to the main hall he just entered, which according to his scans would lead him to the closest computer interface terminal. 3PO finally caught up with R2. "Now where do you think your going you conglomerate of rusty bolts? I don't care if you are Master Yoda's personal astromech, if the Jedi officers onboard this ship find you roaming into unauthorized rooms they might." R2 interrupted the bantering droid, informing him of where they actually were, not on a Jedi vessel in his binary code of noises as he reached a sealed hatch. "What?" 3PO gasped. "You mean we are on an enemy ship. Oh my dear! And just what do you think your doing?" The astromech leaned his torso closer to a small maintenance consol then latched his interface fork into the hatch control panel ignoring 3PO's voice. "What if there are people on the other side of this door? How do you think they will react if they see to unknown droids just walk into their presence?" The doors then hissed open to cause 3PO to jump back only to find that no one was there at all, just like it was when R2 made his first scanner sweep. The blue droid then rolled into the computer console decorated room, as 3PO hopped in behind him in fear of being seen. The hatch resealed shut when the protocol droid, moved over to R2 who was now interfacing with a computer console. "R2-D2 you remove your circuits from that computer this instant! I don's give a flying Bantha what you think your doing but if the enemy finds us they are goin..." R2 gave his explanation for the actions he was taking. "Reeep whoop peboo." He expelled as he tapped into the internal sensor pallets of the Sith battleship. "They are where?" R2 repeated his last statement in a tone of somewhat annoyance that anyone would understand, spite his binary speech patterns. "A few decks below?" R2 continued. "What do you mean Master Oden and that Venad chap are with them? Why would they be here on a Sith vessel?" R2 shook his dome in frustration, as he made it clear to 3PO. "They're being held in a cell? Well stop wasting time and get them out of there!" 3PO now began to take charge of the situation as R2 rolled his one main eye. It was quite apparent that after all these years of being thrown into the mix of danger C-3PO had finally downloaded a 'Backbone'. R2 replied, implying that he was already doing such. "Well work faster and while your at that! See what you can do about securing this area so we don't confront any resistance." R2 was working his best he would have to work quickly before the ship's crew noticed something strange was happening aboard their ship, no big task for the little veteran adventurer. 3PO desperately searched for a comm. system of some sort, so he might contact Master Skywalker and inform him of his and R2's plan. "Ah!" he exclaimed. "here we are." He typed the into panel's controls, searching the computer for the location of the cell Master Skywalker and the other Jedi were being held in while R2 continued to do his work. Spending all his time at the Jedi temple organizing files into the Library archives helped the golden machine to hone his skill with computer systems himself as he masked his search through the ships computer so as not to be detected. "There they are! Level five, sub corridor-B, cell-hold nine!" 3PO then typed in a secure transmission to the cell. The Jedi were sitting in their individual meditative positions when the awkward but familiar voice filled the room. "Um-hello?" the Jedi lost their ability to focus on the Force as they jumped to their feet at the sound of the droid's transmission. "Master Skywalker, are you there Sir?" "3PO!" Yoda responded. "Oh thank the Maker! Sir, I found you!" he cheered, via the cells comm. transceivers. "3PO! How are you transmitting this?" The human questioned. "Well you see Master Yoda, R2 wanted to join you on your task to help assist the Fleet, so he managed to drag me along and practically forced me into hiding aboard the Millennium Falcon. And when he discovered that you had been captured we sort of broke into the computer and the." "Wait!" Dorshe' interrupted the over verbal bot. "3PO where are you and R2 now?" "We are in the shuttle Bay control room I believe?" he replied, creating joy to fill into the Jedis hearts, especially that of Master Oden. "R2 is currently attempting to access the ships main computer, I'm not sure what he is planning, but he says it's going to work? I'm not really sure what he means by that?" Yoda made his voice clear in its speech, as if he were talking to his daughter when she wasn't paying attention to him. "Now 3PO! Do you know if there is anyway for R2 to tap into the systems on this deck and shut off the shields in our cell?" "R2?" the droid turned to the astromech as he replied to what Master Skywalker said. "Sorry sir, he is unable to do such." R2's voice echoed in the background of the transmission. "But he can shut off all the power on that deck." "That'll do fine 3PO, do that then meet us by the Falcon." Yoda was cut off by Dorshe once again. "Wait 3PO!" she shouted. "Can R2 find out if there is any where on this ship were the Sith might be holding children?" "Why yes I discovered such as I was attempting to locate you. There is a room that seemed to be holding small life signs on Level six, sub corridor-C, in a heavily guarded room close to the hanger bay." He concluded. Dorshe' turned to Yoda "We need to free those children." "Your right." He turned to Grem and Chevacca, calmly awaiting their orders. "Chevacca you and Grem head towards the Falcon while I and Dorshe' retrieve the children. Activate the weapons before you prep the engines, as soon as the power goes the Sith are going to expect foul play." "Understood." Chevacca answered as Grem gave a simple nod of his compliance. Yoda returned his attention to the source of 3PO's voice. "3PO, find out where this ship is heading and send those coordinates to Master Amtlar on the Virtuous, and inform him of our situation." "Yes Master Skywalker." "How many guards are on this deck?" Grem finally asked. "There are two guards out side your cell, and three more personnel repairing a disabled ion conduct." 3PO responded. "Good." The blue reptile smirked. Chevacca sensed the young knight's remark. "If you have an Idea, by all means share it with the rest of us Venad." The Wookiee mentioned with his brown eyes peering into Grem's. "I might." Rather than waste time explaining it, he gave his thoughts to the three Jedi Masters. Yoda smiled. "I like it!" "Pardon me Sir" 3PO queried. "Never mind it 3PO. You have your orders now cut the Power." "Yes sir!"
C-3PO turned to R2-D2. "R2 cut the power!" the astromech immediately interfaced with the power management systems and deactivated the flow of energy to the prison level.
The shield walls dissipated from around the four Jedi, they soon made a run for the room's entry hatch as the emergency lighting system came on. The double doors now inactive due to the loss of power, were literally Forced open by Chevacca, as the other three ahead of him made a roll out into the center of the hall, propping their bodies back-to-back then unleashing a great gust of force energy. Dazing the guards and other crew members in proximity, as Chevacca grabbed their rifles, and handheld pistols tossing each one of the four to his associates. "Good 'Plan' Grem." Dorshe' grinned to the pointy headed vurk as she cocked the barrel of her pulse rifle while the pulsing red lights periodically lit their faces. She then turned to Yoda. ".let's go!" and the two groups made way for their assigned destinations only relying on the force to guide them.
Mean while on the bridge of the Sith vessel, Darth Lulet sitting in his command chair notices a flashing panel, emitting a red light from the engineering console. He turns to one of his subordinates, pointing at the console with his scared hand, now wrapped in bacta patches. "Lieutenant Doren." the Bonthan turned his chair to face Lulet. ".Where is Commander Mukess, and why is he not manning his station?" "Mukess is in Main Engineering adjusting the central computer servos as you. ordered him to Master." Lulet gave himself a look of idiocy. "Yes I did." he mumbled in a display showing this wasn't his day. ".Well then Lieutenant! The engineering console requires attention at this moment so if you will please." Lulet sneered as he pointed to the source of the flashing light. The furry Sith officer, arose from his seat and paced his way to the station in question. Mukess bent his body over the console seeing no purpose in sitting in the chair next to it, as he would only need to be at it for a moment. He then tapped the blinking panel with his immense paw. He skimmed over the readout then his eyes grew with shock as he reported its assessment the Sith Lord. "Master Lulet, we have lost all power on Deck five!" Lulet jumped from his seat. "The Jedi!" he roared as the vessel exited Hyperspace into the Umgul system. Greeted by the glorious sight of the battle ready Sith fleet headed by the Slave twelve on it's main viewer. He turned his raging voice to the communications officer "Order all of our forces to hunt down and kill those Jedi! At once!" The Neimoidian officer, frantically worked over the console without success. "Sir all my controls are locked" Lulet's anger grew unsuppressed. Mukess spoke, not taking sight of his master's facial expression and only adding to his grimace. "Someone has planted a security lock on all of our main systems." The Lieutenant looked at Lulet, not needing to sense the darkness he was now experiencing. "We have no control over the ship sir!" the tattooed man gave no response he simply stared off into space, with immeasurable hate building inside him. ".Sir?...Master Lulet?"." at that moment Darth Lulet raised his hand toward Mukess, focusing his hatred to grasp around the bonthan's thick neck. ".Gahk.ahg.'cough'." Mukess desperately tried to pull the invisible hands away from his throat, but the loss of blood to his skull gave into the subconscious tendency. Just a moment later the projection screen of the main viewport came to life displaying the face of Jiles Oiket aboard the Slave twelve's bridge. "Darth Lulet!" Jiles said in a tone of utter disgust at Lulet's supposed lack of effectiveness in his duties of commanding a ship. "Why has your ship yet to join in the fleet's formation?" Lulet released his hold on Mukess's neck causing the beast like man to fall to his knees as he inhaled for air in an inhumanly wheezy noise. "That is because we no longer have control over this ship Darth Sadist!" he remarked to the screen. "The Jedi prisoners we reported earlier have somehow managed to escape from their cell and have locked us out of the ship's computer." Now Jiles was the one with the less than pleased expression. "Well then don't just stand there. Get them!" "I have no way to contact my crew beyond the bridge wh." Jiles was not taking excuses. "Then go after them yourself Lulet! You can handle two escaped Jedi!" "It's not just Oden and that reptile anymore Sadist, Masters Chevacca and Skywalker of the high council are with them!" "Skywalker?" Jiles needed no further explanation from Lulet. "Find the Jedi! I don't care what you have to do but what ever it is make sure they don't leave your vessel and don't kill Skywalker I wish to finish him myself!" "As you wish Darth Sadist!" Lulet raised a beaten limb to his heart. "For the Master!" Jiles returned the gesture. "For the Master" and the transmission was extinguished. Lulet then turned to his personal guards standing behind him. "Follow me!" then the tattooed man led his loyal men to the exit hatch of the bridge to face the Jedi and play their parts in the Darkside's scheme. "I'll show those Jedi the true power of the Darkside!" and the three black cloaked beings glided down the dark hall as the hatch sealed behind them.
With the Virtuous heading away, the Jedi Fleet was piercing through hyperspace at a great pace. At this rate the taskforce would be within the border of the unknown territory in under the hour, that is why the Virtuous not received its latest transmission. "Master Amtlar we are receiving a message!" Master Jhellows stated to the Bridge as she observed over the comm. station. "From who Master Jhellows?" the scruffy voiced Mon Calamari inquired. "I'm not sure the message appears to be transmitted on a secure Jedi frequency but it's originating from in the Umgul system." This caused the fish headed Jedi to fall nothing short of confused, but still calm. "I was not aware that any of our ships were assigned to the Umgul sector?" "There shouldn't be, that system has been abandoned for almost a hundred years now." "What does the transmission say then?" he announced, leading T'sa to tap the communications panel as she rolled her eyes to herself for not opening the message in the first place. The small readout displayed itself as the shorthaired woman began to read its text, summarizing the gist of it to save the time of reading it all aloud. She was shocked to find out what it read, but was still firmly composed in her emotions. "It's from R2-D2." the bridge personnel lost attention of their duties as the corellian continued. ".He reports that he, his counter part C-3PO, Masters Skywalker, Oden Chevacca and Noble Venad are aboard a Sith battlecruiser." She paused letting the realization sit with the rest of the Bridge crew including its captain then continued. "That very ship is part of the enemy fleet amassing near orbit of the sixth planet in Umgul." Amtlar responded to the news immediately. "Send a Hail to our ships, tell them to put ready their vessel's for battle then turnaround and set course to Umgul at maximum speed! We have found the Sith fleet." The Crew then returned to their duties not wasting another precise moment. "And may the Force be with us!"
The Millennium Falcon had been sitting in the empty hanger of the Sith battleship for the past three hours since the ship and it's passengers were captured. Well not all of her passengers at least! "I don't know how you talked me into this?" C-3PO expelled in the dark, confining space he and R2 were hiding in. "To think that after all we have been through in our years of uncountable experiences." R2 kept an active sensor sweep to make sure the coast was clear before they could get out of the Falcon's secret hatches underneath the flooring of the corridors, complements of the great late Han Solo. ".that you still managed to drag me along this fool hearty attempt to join Master Skywalker on his mission. When he finds out that we're here he will." "Wheep!" R2 alerted his friend to the motion he detected above them. The footsteps of the Sith scientific analysis team, echoed through the bulkheads as they made their way off the enemy ship. The droids could hear small talk through the paneling above them. "What were those two Jedi thinking about when they decided to take this old heap into battle?" one of the voices said. "I don't know, I was under the impression that they were smart enough t." the conversation began to disappear as they two men finally exited the ship. The droids waited a minute then R2 broke the tense silence. "Peebroo!" "Are you sure?" 3-PO whispered. The astromech gave a confirming whistle. "Well if you say there isn't anyone onboard.." The tall droid pushed the hatch up, then slid it over letting the Falcon's internal lights, spill into the secret compartment in which the bots hid. ".there doesn't appear to be anyone here." R2 held up with being cooped up in his hiding space, released his small booster rockets from the sides of his two main legs ignited the small engines with a quick enough burst to hop his shell into the access corridor. 3-PO preferred to simply rely on the small ramp that carried him down into that infernal hole in the first place. The golden robot slowly made his way upright forcing R2 to wait for him. "Alright lead the way! Let's see what kind of a death trap you've thrown us into this time!" the unenthusiastic 3PO proclaimed as the blue and white astromech began to wheel his way off the Falcon, relying on his 'Gut' instinct that there wouldn't be any trouble meeting him at the end of the exit ramp. Not surprising to the intuitive droid, the hanger deck was void of all life signs. 3PO eventually caught up with the slightly faster R2-D2, then took notice of the somewhat familiar looking surroundings, thinking back to his ordeal a couple millennia ago onboard the first Deathstar completely oblivious to the fact that he was now on an enemy Vessel. "Well it seems that the Jedi shipyards have borrowed retro- designs from the old Imperial Fleet." R2 gave little focus to his friend's observation he just headed for the nearest corridor, and headed for it in search of their Master. "R2 where are you going?" 3PO said not giving a care for those who might hear him as the astromech sped away in the other direction. "R2-D2 you wait for me this instant!" He waddled hastily after the silver domed droid, R2 then made his way up to a smaller corridor adjacent to the main hall he just entered, which according to his scans would lead him to the closest computer interface terminal. 3PO finally caught up with R2. "Now where do you think your going you conglomerate of rusty bolts? I don't care if you are Master Yoda's personal astromech, if the Jedi officers onboard this ship find you roaming into unauthorized rooms they might." R2 interrupted the bantering droid, informing him of where they actually were, not on a Jedi vessel in his binary code of noises as he reached a sealed hatch. "What?" 3PO gasped. "You mean we are on an enemy ship. Oh my dear! And just what do you think your doing?" The astromech leaned his torso closer to a small maintenance consol then latched his interface fork into the hatch control panel ignoring 3PO's voice. "What if there are people on the other side of this door? How do you think they will react if they see to unknown droids just walk into their presence?" The doors then hissed open to cause 3PO to jump back only to find that no one was there at all, just like it was when R2 made his first scanner sweep. The blue droid then rolled into the computer console decorated room, as 3PO hopped in behind him in fear of being seen. The hatch resealed shut when the protocol droid, moved over to R2 who was now interfacing with a computer console. "R2-D2 you remove your circuits from that computer this instant! I don's give a flying Bantha what you think your doing but if the enemy finds us they are goin..." R2 gave his explanation for the actions he was taking. "Reeep whoop peboo." He expelled as he tapped into the internal sensor pallets of the Sith battleship. "They are where?" R2 repeated his last statement in a tone of somewhat annoyance that anyone would understand, spite his binary speech patterns. "A few decks below?" R2 continued. "What do you mean Master Oden and that Venad chap are with them? Why would they be here on a Sith vessel?" R2 shook his dome in frustration, as he made it clear to 3PO. "They're being held in a cell? Well stop wasting time and get them out of there!" 3PO now began to take charge of the situation as R2 rolled his one main eye. It was quite apparent that after all these years of being thrown into the mix of danger C-3PO had finally downloaded a 'Backbone'. R2 replied, implying that he was already doing such. "Well work faster and while your at that! See what you can do about securing this area so we don't confront any resistance." R2 was working his best he would have to work quickly before the ship's crew noticed something strange was happening aboard their ship, no big task for the little veteran adventurer. 3PO desperately searched for a comm. system of some sort, so he might contact Master Skywalker and inform him of his and R2's plan. "Ah!" he exclaimed. "here we are." He typed the into panel's controls, searching the computer for the location of the cell Master Skywalker and the other Jedi were being held in while R2 continued to do his work. Spending all his time at the Jedi temple organizing files into the Library archives helped the golden machine to hone his skill with computer systems himself as he masked his search through the ships computer so as not to be detected. "There they are! Level five, sub corridor-B, cell-hold nine!" 3PO then typed in a secure transmission to the cell. The Jedi were sitting in their individual meditative positions when the awkward but familiar voice filled the room. "Um-hello?" the Jedi lost their ability to focus on the Force as they jumped to their feet at the sound of the droid's transmission. "Master Skywalker, are you there Sir?" "3PO!" Yoda responded. "Oh thank the Maker! Sir, I found you!" he cheered, via the cells comm. transceivers. "3PO! How are you transmitting this?" The human questioned. "Well you see Master Yoda, R2 wanted to join you on your task to help assist the Fleet, so he managed to drag me along and practically forced me into hiding aboard the Millennium Falcon. And when he discovered that you had been captured we sort of broke into the computer and the." "Wait!" Dorshe' interrupted the over verbal bot. "3PO where are you and R2 now?" "We are in the shuttle Bay control room I believe?" he replied, creating joy to fill into the Jedis hearts, especially that of Master Oden. "R2 is currently attempting to access the ships main computer, I'm not sure what he is planning, but he says it's going to work? I'm not really sure what he means by that?" Yoda made his voice clear in its speech, as if he were talking to his daughter when she wasn't paying attention to him. "Now 3PO! Do you know if there is anyway for R2 to tap into the systems on this deck and shut off the shields in our cell?" "R2?" the droid turned to the astromech as he replied to what Master Skywalker said. "Sorry sir, he is unable to do such." R2's voice echoed in the background of the transmission. "But he can shut off all the power on that deck." "That'll do fine 3PO, do that then meet us by the Falcon." Yoda was cut off by Dorshe once again. "Wait 3PO!" she shouted. "Can R2 find out if there is any where on this ship were the Sith might be holding children?" "Why yes I discovered such as I was attempting to locate you. There is a room that seemed to be holding small life signs on Level six, sub corridor-C, in a heavily guarded room close to the hanger bay." He concluded. Dorshe' turned to Yoda "We need to free those children." "Your right." He turned to Grem and Chevacca, calmly awaiting their orders. "Chevacca you and Grem head towards the Falcon while I and Dorshe' retrieve the children. Activate the weapons before you prep the engines, as soon as the power goes the Sith are going to expect foul play." "Understood." Chevacca answered as Grem gave a simple nod of his compliance. Yoda returned his attention to the source of 3PO's voice. "3PO, find out where this ship is heading and send those coordinates to Master Amtlar on the Virtuous, and inform him of our situation." "Yes Master Skywalker." "How many guards are on this deck?" Grem finally asked. "There are two guards out side your cell, and three more personnel repairing a disabled ion conduct." 3PO responded. "Good." The blue reptile smirked. Chevacca sensed the young knight's remark. "If you have an Idea, by all means share it with the rest of us Venad." The Wookiee mentioned with his brown eyes peering into Grem's. "I might." Rather than waste time explaining it, he gave his thoughts to the three Jedi Masters. Yoda smiled. "I like it!" "Pardon me Sir" 3PO queried. "Never mind it 3PO. You have your orders now cut the Power." "Yes sir!"
C-3PO turned to R2-D2. "R2 cut the power!" the astromech immediately interfaced with the power management systems and deactivated the flow of energy to the prison level.
The shield walls dissipated from around the four Jedi, they soon made a run for the room's entry hatch as the emergency lighting system came on. The double doors now inactive due to the loss of power, were literally Forced open by Chevacca, as the other three ahead of him made a roll out into the center of the hall, propping their bodies back-to-back then unleashing a great gust of force energy. Dazing the guards and other crew members in proximity, as Chevacca grabbed their rifles, and handheld pistols tossing each one of the four to his associates. "Good 'Plan' Grem." Dorshe' grinned to the pointy headed vurk as she cocked the barrel of her pulse rifle while the pulsing red lights periodically lit their faces. She then turned to Yoda. ".let's go!" and the two groups made way for their assigned destinations only relying on the force to guide them.
Mean while on the bridge of the Sith vessel, Darth Lulet sitting in his command chair notices a flashing panel, emitting a red light from the engineering console. He turns to one of his subordinates, pointing at the console with his scared hand, now wrapped in bacta patches. "Lieutenant Doren." the Bonthan turned his chair to face Lulet. ".Where is Commander Mukess, and why is he not manning his station?" "Mukess is in Main Engineering adjusting the central computer servos as you. ordered him to Master." Lulet gave himself a look of idiocy. "Yes I did." he mumbled in a display showing this wasn't his day. ".Well then Lieutenant! The engineering console requires attention at this moment so if you will please." Lulet sneered as he pointed to the source of the flashing light. The furry Sith officer, arose from his seat and paced his way to the station in question. Mukess bent his body over the console seeing no purpose in sitting in the chair next to it, as he would only need to be at it for a moment. He then tapped the blinking panel with his immense paw. He skimmed over the readout then his eyes grew with shock as he reported its assessment the Sith Lord. "Master Lulet, we have lost all power on Deck five!" Lulet jumped from his seat. "The Jedi!" he roared as the vessel exited Hyperspace into the Umgul system. Greeted by the glorious sight of the battle ready Sith fleet headed by the Slave twelve on it's main viewer. He turned his raging voice to the communications officer "Order all of our forces to hunt down and kill those Jedi! At once!" The Neimoidian officer, frantically worked over the console without success. "Sir all my controls are locked" Lulet's anger grew unsuppressed. Mukess spoke, not taking sight of his master's facial expression and only adding to his grimace. "Someone has planted a security lock on all of our main systems." The Lieutenant looked at Lulet, not needing to sense the darkness he was now experiencing. "We have no control over the ship sir!" the tattooed man gave no response he simply stared off into space, with immeasurable hate building inside him. ".Sir?...Master Lulet?"." at that moment Darth Lulet raised his hand toward Mukess, focusing his hatred to grasp around the bonthan's thick neck. ".Gahk.ahg.'cough'." Mukess desperately tried to pull the invisible hands away from his throat, but the loss of blood to his skull gave into the subconscious tendency. Just a moment later the projection screen of the main viewport came to life displaying the face of Jiles Oiket aboard the Slave twelve's bridge. "Darth Lulet!" Jiles said in a tone of utter disgust at Lulet's supposed lack of effectiveness in his duties of commanding a ship. "Why has your ship yet to join in the fleet's formation?" Lulet released his hold on Mukess's neck causing the beast like man to fall to his knees as he inhaled for air in an inhumanly wheezy noise. "That is because we no longer have control over this ship Darth Sadist!" he remarked to the screen. "The Jedi prisoners we reported earlier have somehow managed to escape from their cell and have locked us out of the ship's computer." Now Jiles was the one with the less than pleased expression. "Well then don't just stand there. Get them!" "I have no way to contact my crew beyond the bridge wh." Jiles was not taking excuses. "Then go after them yourself Lulet! You can handle two escaped Jedi!" "It's not just Oden and that reptile anymore Sadist, Masters Chevacca and Skywalker of the high council are with them!" "Skywalker?" Jiles needed no further explanation from Lulet. "Find the Jedi! I don't care what you have to do but what ever it is make sure they don't leave your vessel and don't kill Skywalker I wish to finish him myself!" "As you wish Darth Sadist!" Lulet raised a beaten limb to his heart. "For the Master!" Jiles returned the gesture. "For the Master" and the transmission was extinguished. Lulet then turned to his personal guards standing behind him. "Follow me!" then the tattooed man led his loyal men to the exit hatch of the bridge to face the Jedi and play their parts in the Darkside's scheme. "I'll show those Jedi the true power of the Darkside!" and the three black cloaked beings glided down the dark hall as the hatch sealed behind them.
With the Virtuous heading away, the Jedi Fleet was piercing through hyperspace at a great pace. At this rate the taskforce would be within the border of the unknown territory in under the hour, that is why the Virtuous not received its latest transmission. "Master Amtlar we are receiving a message!" Master Jhellows stated to the Bridge as she observed over the comm. station. "From who Master Jhellows?" the scruffy voiced Mon Calamari inquired. "I'm not sure the message appears to be transmitted on a secure Jedi frequency but it's originating from in the Umgul system." This caused the fish headed Jedi to fall nothing short of confused, but still calm. "I was not aware that any of our ships were assigned to the Umgul sector?" "There shouldn't be, that system has been abandoned for almost a hundred years now." "What does the transmission say then?" he announced, leading T'sa to tap the communications panel as she rolled her eyes to herself for not opening the message in the first place. The small readout displayed itself as the shorthaired woman began to read its text, summarizing the gist of it to save the time of reading it all aloud. She was shocked to find out what it read, but was still firmly composed in her emotions. "It's from R2-D2." the bridge personnel lost attention of their duties as the corellian continued. ".He reports that he, his counter part C-3PO, Masters Skywalker, Oden Chevacca and Noble Venad are aboard a Sith battlecruiser." She paused letting the realization sit with the rest of the Bridge crew including its captain then continued. "That very ship is part of the enemy fleet amassing near orbit of the sixth planet in Umgul." Amtlar responded to the news immediately. "Send a Hail to our ships, tell them to put ready their vessel's for battle then turnaround and set course to Umgul at maximum speed! We have found the Sith fleet." The Crew then returned to their duties not wasting another precise moment. "And may the Force be with us!"