With a hiss the door to the elevator opened.

Moving forward Lip fired a burst of shots into the B1 to his left, blowing it apart even as the droid to the right was blown apart by a few shots from the advancing Wrench.

The corridor was wide and mostly empty, the alcoves in it could hid dozens of foes and other surprises though...Lip muttered a curse. Three dozen paces forward the corridor split into two corridors, the door in the crossing was the point of interest though, Lip had memorized the map of the place...the meditation chamber. "Sir...I'm getting a lot of chatter from that console I hacked earlier." Lip spoke even as the troopers with their jedi 'cargo' advanced. "We have security teams converging on our position."

"No surprise there, time to abandon stealth." Fourth replied, a hint of a grin at the end. "Advance full!"

Breaking into the fastest pace a guarded advance allowed Lip felt his pulse quicken with each step. He ignored the pair of B1s appearing from the alcoves on his sides, the pair instantly being torn apart by Fourth's and Cutter's fire as the second pair of commandos kept Lip and Wrench clear. "The elevator is going down..."

Glancing back Lip saw that Cutter indeed was correct, behind the following jedi the door had already closed, and there was a slight hum as the machinery within it worked. "No doubt getting reinforcement...things are getting hot sir."

"Right, Wrench I want you to blow that door." Fourth ordered, the words almost disappearing under the sound of Lip putting down two droids appearing around the left corner, both machines exploding into scraps. "Lip on left, Cutter on right, I'll guard our back." He turned a quick glance to the two jedi. "Jedi, you do not desire our aid fighting the sith?"

"That would not be helpful really se-"

"Very well." Fourth cut in, interrupting the master's words as he turned back to their advance. "Wrench, once door is blown you act as mobile reserve."

"Affirmative." The other three clones muttered, a sudden dread enveloping them, growing stronger with each step. And that despite the feeble resistance...Lip watched impassively as more of the spread out droid sentries rushed to their destruction.

"Master..." Weela muttered, the woman pale.

"I know, I feel it also, there will be no further need for the stealth." Boc Fac replied, instantly both he and his padawan looked more relaxed, though Weela still kept her lips tightly together, no doubt nervous. Nervous jedi...Lip didn't like that for some reason.

Were they sensing the sith? How? On the other hand Lip could also feel something...but he was pretty sure the dread came from experience telling him they were walking into a trap. He blew another sentry apart before moving to reload his blaster, licking his lips under his helmet. "I have a bad feeling about this..."

"Shut your mouth soldier!" Fourth growled, the four commandos fanning out as they took up their position in the crossing, rifles put at the ready. Absently Lip blew the head off a approaching droid, his head turning despite his orders, turning to see Wrench putting a heavy explosive unto the door, muttering something in the radio as he worked. "I want that door open Wrench!"

"Yes sir, door opening..." Wrench replied, the explosive set he moved to tear off a plate from the door and turn his wrenching hands to the cables within. "There, that should do it." He stepped away, turned his face away...and blew the door.

With a flash the door opened.

The room on the other side was unadorned, round, small, and had a single piece of furniture in it. A small cushion where their target sat, his legs crossed and eyes closed. "Ah, finally, you arrive." The calm in the voice was unnerving to say the least. The man was dressed in a set of black pants and a tunic as well as a short brown cloak. He looked so old...the paling grey hair and beard together with the wrinkly face spoke of no danger.

Yet...Lip suppressed the urge to turn his weapon against the man.

Opening his eyes the count looked over at the two jedi, ignoring the commandos completely. "I had expected you to get here sooner, slow jedi, tsk, tsk..."

"Count Dooku." Boc Fac smiled. "You are hereby under arrest by the authority of the republic and the jedi order." He ignited his lightsaber, the green rod of light humming in the sudden silence left by his words.

The count smirked, still not getting up...Lip shivered all of a sudden. "Again? How many times must I hear these pathetic words?" He looked over at the two jedi, eyes twinkling with amusement. "And just who are you? I do not recognise either of you. You know my name...I don't know yours, does that not tell you something about your chances?"

Suddenly Weela had her saber in her hands, the yellow blade added to that of her master's. "Master, lets get this over with, he won't come quietly."

"How very un-jedi." Dooku chuckled. "I like it." He uncrossed his legs and slowly got to his feet, his movement anything but agile or laced with danger, making Lip wonder why everyone feared him so much. Still, the small smile on his lips was predatory, as if he was toying with a prey instead of being cornered by the galaxy's best. "But come now, I've defeated Skywalker and Kenobi, only Yoda has so far eluded my swordsmanship...and you two unknowns think yourself to capture me?"

"Come now count, you cannot make us fear you with such trite observations." Boc Fac replied, though the look on Weela's face said otherwise.

Fourth growled under his breath through their radio as the commando maintained his position next to Lip. "What's with all the talking? Fight dammit."

"Enemy reinforcement is still closing on our position, every minute lost increases the danger." Cutter calmly pointed out, body still.

Fourth nodded. "Agreed." With a crackle he switched to normal speech. "Jedi, please get this under way so we may leave."

"Yes, please." Dooku imitated, amused. "Heed your warrior. Lets get this over with...I shall enjoy killing them and you."

"You're a confident one aren't you?" Boc Fac chuckled, raising his weapon. "The republic will judge you harshly."

"The republic is a stagnate beast!" Dooku hissed back, his dark red saber ignited and in his hand, held out to his side in a confident guard. "As are the jedi." He raised the weapon in front of his face, saluting the opposition. "Now...defend yourself!"

With surprising speed he leapt forward.