Jedi Business (Open RP)

Typho's eye shone slightly, as the ruthless, cold, murdering son of a bitch mentality took the controls. A cruel smile played at the edges of his lips, and he bent down to pick up the Padawan's lightsaber.

"A trophy. I'll add it to my collection of fallen Sith and Jedi. You should to the same with the Knight you killed."

Typho pressed a button on his wrist-comp and started a comm transmission to their Droid Master.

"Droid Master, get me a couple of Incinerator Droids. We have some garbage to clean up. I'm at Entry Access Door Five-Nine-Delta."

Rasper went to the dead jedi knight and picked up the lightsaber that was laying in thee blood of its former wielder. Rasper reached down and picked it and wiped it on the dead jedi knights clothing. Rasper then pulled his knife out of the mans heart which immediately began letting out more blood. Rasper wiped the knife on the jedi's clothing as well.

Rasper held the lightsaber in his hand and pressed a small button on the side igniting the lightsaber. The saber glowed with a green blade and like all lightsabers there was no counter weight or almost any weight except for the handle which in itself was very light. Rasper turned the sword off and in a side pouch to put in his quarters later.

Rasper pressed a button on his wrist comm and contacted the control room droids.

"Control this is Rasper Karger, erase all security camera footage from today and make it look like technical problems and do it fast." He ended the call.

Rasper kneeled down to look at the padawan.

"Sir" he said talking to Typho "Where should we put him, and more importantly should we send a finger to the jedi right away or wait to see if they agree."

The Commander looked at the snivelling boy and then at his lieutenant, his face once again blank of expression.

"Take him to detention cell 7138-Epsilon. Don't cut off one of his fingers yet. We'll leave him as he is for the moment. if they even hesitate in answering us, then we'll send them one."

Typho slid his combat knife back into its sheath, strapped to his thigh, then proceeded to drop his Blaster Pistol into its holster at his waist on his utility belt.

"I'm going to prep my gear for this mission. I'll be back shortly. Meet me at this location, once you have all your equipment ready."

Rasper had just about reached his quarters when he got Scynth's message.

"Roger that Scynthe im on route now" he responded

Rasper quickly grabbed two flash bangs and two frag grenades as well as one shrapnel grenade. Lets see the jedi block this he thought to himself. Rasper left his room and took off for the engine room in quick jog keeping his repeater ready in case of any unexpected surprises.

Typho had been in his personal armoury when the comm transmission came through from Scynthe, and opened the channel so that Rasper would be able to hear his answer. Reaching a hand to his reply control, he answered in his deep, gravely hard voice.

"This is Commander Raame. Affirmative, brother. I will be on your position shortly. Keep the comm channel quiet, unless it is important. They may have been able to tap into our comm network, so matter how safe-guarded it is. Observe the target, but do not engage until all units are on-site. We may not know the capabilities of this new hostile. Over."

The Commander quickly selected his favourite primary weapon from the rack filled with all sorts of rifles, carbines, shotguns and repeaters. It was the XM8 Assault Rifle, a weapon that utilised 5.56x45mm NATO rounds, rather than blaster bolts, and was a very versatile weapon, being able to quickly interchange from the Base Assault Rifle variant into a Compact Carbine, a Sharpshooter variant, or a Heavy Automatic Rifle variant. A great weapon for all situations. He had taking a liking to this weapon, discarding the use of his Eradicator Blasters, which were now only utilised on special missions.

Selecting the Base Assault Rifle variant, he quickly slammed a clip of fresh rounds into the weapon, pulled the slide back, and began to make his way to Scynthe's position. Typho's inventory also included his trusty DC-15s Blaster Pistol, a couple of Frag Grenades and Flashbangs, as well as his large, black combat knife.

((An image of the XM8 Assault Rifle, to better visualise the weapon))

Rasper reached the door that said "engine room" He pressed up against the wall and turned up the audio receptors in the helmet allowing him to pick up even the slightest of noises. It was difficult to make out anything from the loud machines in the engine room but he thought he could make out some light tapping from somewhere in the room. Rasper guessed the jedi was still in there but he did not want to enter the room till Typho joined him and Rasper was not sure where Scynthe was but he was sure the Bounty Hunter would be around soon. Rasper stayed and kept his blaster aimed at the door in case the jedi should come out.

Typho sprinted down the many corridors and hallways of the GTC, passing comrades and other GTC agents down towards the Engine Room, knowing that time was of the essence if they wished to avert this catastrophe. Not even pausing to catch breath or double check his weapon, the Commander made the journey in less than two minutes, such was his fitness, and the fact that he had memorised the layout of the GTC base so many times.

The Comitatus Vigo saw Junior Operative Karger pressed up against the side of the durasteel wall that led into the Engine Room. Slamming into the wall, Typho tapped Rasper on the shoulder, and made a fist, with his index finger protruding in the air, the slowly closing the finger, indicating that if Scynthe didn't alert them in one minute, they'd enter the room.

To make sure nothing was wrong, Typho brought up his wrist-comp screen, and checked the Scynthe's location indicator, a tool that he had in-built into the gear of all of the GTC agents, to make sure that he knew where they were at all time. The indicator showed him that Scynthe was inside the Engine Room with the hostile. The Commander quickly made a decision.

He took hold of one of the Flashbangs on his utility belt with one hand, and gently pulled it off, his other hand holding onto the grip of his XM8 Assault Rifle. Opening a secure comm channel to Scynthe, he spoke into the in-built microphone that his helmet utilised.

"Scynthe, shield your helmet visor. We're going loud."

Typho waited five seconds before he acting. Pressing his body up against the wall, and making sure Rasper knew what was going on, Typho quickly prized open the door, flinging the flashbang inside. He awaited the one second detonation, before kicking the durasteel door open, and charging in, aiming down the Red Dot Sight of his XM8 Assault Rifle, and searching for their target.

Rasper entered the door right behind Typho. He quickly saw a flash as something moved with inhuman speed along the wall. Rasper quickly tapped Typho's shoulder for him to turn to Rasper direction. Rasper fired on the rapidly moving object as it took a sudden turn and headed straight for the two of them. A flash of red and Rasper side stepped as fast as he could. As he did a large and deep cut appeared in the chest plate of his Armour and flash speed past him.

Typho swung his XM8 Assault Rifle around to aim at the hostile, who had cut off his attack to go after Scynthe, who had bought them the time they needed to renew their assault. The Commander spread out a hand to steady Rasper, then returned the hand to the grip on his weapon, and resume firing at the Force Wielder. Bullets spat forth from the barrel of the Assault Rifle, and used shells flew out, pinging loudly off the ground as they bounced there.

Bullets span through the air after the the contact, but his speed was amazing, and the rounds smashed harmlessly into the durasteel walls that enclosed the room. Sparks flared out from the ricocheting bullets. Seeing that the hostile was distracted once more, due to the fire coming his way, he span around, and started charging towards Typho, lightsaber activated.

Knowing that his Assault Rifle would be useless in one point five seconds, Typho threw it down, and released his long forty centimetre combat knife from it's sheath, launching himself at the oncoming Force-User.

Rasper saw the quick moving flash approaching Typho who had in turn brought his large knife into play. The force user continued to close in on Typho as a red blade was suddenly present. Rasper quickly gabbed one of his knives and threw it at he force user. Suddenly a second blade appeared which deflected the knife. This one was using a double bladed saber. Rasper dropped his repeater and unsheathed his other knife and grabbed the deflected blade off the ground and charged at the quick moving foe to aid Typho.

Typho leaped backwards, attempting to dodge the expertly executed blows and swings that the hostile was aiming at him. Typho's master-crafted power combat armour was designed to block the blows of lightsabers, but it could only do it for a certain amount of time before the blade would cut through. The armour could also only block slashes; ripostes had a lot of strength behind them, and a front on stab could shear through the armour.

The Commander lashed out with his blade, trying to gain some momentum and put an end to this vicious onslaught. The Cortosis Weave inside his blade prevented the lightsaber from slicing through it. The Force-User span around, his double-bladed lightsaber twisting and weaving around as he span, and Typho could only give ground to the man, lest he fall victim to those deadly red blades. One of the blade lightly struck his armour, and a orange-red line appeared in it, glowing brightly.

Typho swerved to the left, and riposted forward, his blade aiming for the contact's gut, yet to no avail, as the Force-User jumped backwards, avoiding the blow. All three GTC operatives would have to work together if they hoped to defeat this powerful enemy.

Rasper stood next to Typho with his blades up in a fighting stance ready to face the skilled foe as a team. The mysterious foe spun the double bladed saber around obviously trying to intimidate the duo but it took a lot more than a man spinning a shiny stick to even faze Rasper and even more so Typho. The man jumped in the air and somersaulted then brought down both sides at the same time. Rasper quickly moved to the side and brought up both knives to stop one of the blades as the other hurdled at Typho.

As the Force-User moved off to engage his Battle-Brother, Typho roared out and leapt forward, combat knife clenched in his fist, and attempted to ram his blade home into the exposed back of the his enemy. Typho knew that it would be an attempted that was probably doomed to fail, however it would at least take the Force-User's attention off Scynthe for a while. Extending his arm as far as he could, Typho swiped downwards, just as the hostile noticed him and twisted away, attempting to avoid the blow, taking his attention slightly off Scynthe. However, he had moved to slow, and as the Force-User turned, the blade struck, slashing into the being's skin and causing a large gash to appear, blood flowing out. It was more of a flesh wound, than anything, and not something that would kill him, but it had brought what the three GTC agents needed: the first wound.

The Force-User roared in pain and brought his red-bladed lightsaber around, stabbing viciously at Typho. The Commander was in no position to avoid it, as he had fallen to the durasteel floor while he slashed outwards with his knife. The blade of the lightsaber came forward, and Typho tried to roll away, but it was an attempt that would be in vain. As he rolled, the lightsaber struck, its tip embedding it in his shoulder for a moment, before it was carried to the edge of his shoulder and he rolled away. Nonetheless, there was a large slash in his shoulder, that has instantly cauterised, and Typho felt burning pain wash over that area of his body. The Commander gritted his teeth and let out a muffled roar at the pain.

The roll carried his to the far side of the engine room, yet his knife was still held tightly in his grasp. There was no way he could do anything to help for the moment; the pain was too great. Gritting his teeth, Typho attempted to inject some battle stims into his body to lessen the pain.

Rasper lunged forward at the force user unleashing a barrage of attacks with his two knives. There was an explosion of sparks every time the blade and saber met. Rasper knew he wouldent last long, these people were experts and melee weapon fighting. The force user attacked using flashy moves like spinning his lightsaber a lot and utilizing his agility to move around quickly. The nameless foe parried one of Raspers attacks which left him open. Rasper thought fast as the force user swung to take his head off. Rasper dropped to the ground as the lightsaber just barley missed his head. Rasper quickly grabbed a flash grenade and tossed it at the jedi. The junior operative his an emergency seal to shield his helmet and his vision as the room was illuminated by an extreme bright light that blinded the foe. The force user reacted with sending a shock wave at Rasper right before the grenade exploded sending the soldier sliding across the floor and into a wall. But the light saber wielding foe had been blinded non the less

The Battle Stims did their job. Immediately the pain ceased, and Typho could now feel nothing in his body. His unique concoction of chemicals would only work for up to two hours, and then they would wear off, rendering him subject to the pain once more. Further more, he would not be able to use the stims again for some time, as a single injection was nearly an overdose, and should a user take more than one stim in the place of a few hours, then it would certainly prove lethal.

The Commander jump up, his feet bounding on the durasteel floor as he charged towards the Force-User, black combat knife still in hand. The hostile, still locked in combat with Scynthe, would not tear his eyes from the lethal duel, as he was so close to biting his lightsaber blade into Scynthe's helmet, yet if he turned away to face Typho, then Scynthe would no doubt kill him. In the end, he did both, yet to no avail. At the last moment, the Force-User attempted to take one hand of his lightsaber hilt and send a Force Push Typho's way, but the Commander was two fast. He stuck down with his combat knife, aiming at the hand that was outstretched towards him. There was a slicing sound, a spray of blood, and a high-pitched scream, as the knife sheared through the soft flesh of the wrist, severing the hand from the forearm.

But Typho wasn't done yet. Even missing a hand, the Force-User was still deadly, especially with his lightsaber. Fortunately for the GTC agents, the blow had caused the hostile a lot of pain, and he had released the lightsaber from his grasp, rendering his unarmed, save for his force powers. The Commander lashed out once more, this time his blow aimed at the Force-Users other hand. The hostile tried to pull his arm away as fast as he could, and bent down to retrieve his lightsaber, but Typho's blade still struck him, slicing into his unprotected side.

The Force-User doubled over, beaten, broken and bloody. The battle was over. Typho knelt down, and picked up the man's lightsaber, quickly pocketing it.

"you will get nothing out of me you low life sc- AHHHHHHHHHHHHHRG!!!!!!!"

As the sith was speaking Rasper had come over and stuck his finger in wound that Typhos knife had made.

"Were not pissing around here, I suggest you talk now and we wont have to start taking limbs off."

"You people wont get a word out of me. Iv been trained since birth to control all emotions and never give away secrets. You do not scare me nor will you succeed in getting information out of me. If you think Physical pain will break me then you are sorely mistaken."

Typho nodded and waved his assent for Frank to get his interrogation utensils.

"Go ahead. The more people "working" on this bastard, the better, I say."

The Commander bent down and leaned in close to the wounded Force-User, their faces very close to one another. Typho quickly reached up and removed his combat helmet, so their enemy could see his face.

"So, Force-User, we shall be getting to business very soon. However, first, I need to let you know one thing. You haven't faced people as cruel and deadly as us before. We will show you no mercy, no respite, no remorse for what we are about to do your body and mind. We are without sympathy, or compassion. We all have gone far too down the killer's path for that. As long as your are in our custody, you will feel nothing but our tools and weapons, as well as the constant pain. And i am not talking about just any sort of pain. We will cause you so much pain that by the end of the first hour, you will be begging for your life to end. However, it will not come, until we get our answers."

Typho gave a cruel, cold smile and stood up, beckoning Rasper forward.

"Begin the interrogation."

"As much as it takes" replied Rasper. He looked over the many tools of pain. "Well im not much into the elaborate tortures so you can choose what you want but Ill stick with what has worked for me in the past."

Rasper quickly spun around and aimed his repeater at the sith an fired hitting him in the knee cap. The sith cried in pain.

"Talk" Rasper commanded.

The sith said nothing so Rasper walked up and pressed on the injured knee with his boot. More cries of pain followed.

"TALK!!!!" Rasper yelled

"NEVER!!!!" screamed the force user in protest.

Rasper kept his boot on the knee and grabbed the siths foot.

"last chance" Rasper said.

The sith said nothing so Rasper jerked the siths foot up and a loud crack was heard as the siths leg broke at the knee. The sith thrashed around on the ground in immense pain as bone was exposed along with his kneecap.

"Hey Frank give it a try its real fun" Rasper said with a twisted looj on his face

The Commander held up his hand a quickly clicked his fingers, signalling for his men to immediately cease their torture, save for Scynthe, who he allowed to keep the knife inside the Force-User's knee.

"Leave the blade in for a couple of moments, then retract it. It'll give this piece of scum pause to lie against any of our questions."

Typho scanned Frank's utensils for a moment, looking for a tool he had used in interrogations many times in the past. His eyes lit up as he gazed on what he was after. A simple, plain blowtorch. It wasn't the most used method for torture; people preferred using extravagant and costly measures, however, the Commander knew the amount of pain this simple tool could inflict. He scooped up the blowtorch, and began warming it up, before moving over the Force-User, the man's face clearly in pain.

"So, my friend, I told you that would wear down your resolve. There have been none who have stayed strong for more than a while against our methods. So, I shall be asking you a few questions, and I expect them to be answered immediately and truthfully. If I feel you are lying to me, this little blowtorch here will have something to say about it. I'll start by pressing it up against your left eyeball. Sometimes the eye burns, sometimes it melt, and other times... it pops. Most importantly, though, is the fact that you will not die from the wound. Sounds... interesting, doesn't it?"

Typho leaned in closer and looked the man dead on in the eye.

"Question one. From the looks of you, some of my men believe you are a Sith. However, that might not be the case. Who is your allegiance to. The Sith Order, or... perhaps a freelance rogue?"

Rasper spoke up. "So if im not mistaken you said that the jedi were looking into us and that you sith were going ahead with your own plans. Seems to me that you wanted the same outcome as the jedi. And I dont trust either one of you in the slightest."

"Well if you want to survive against the jedi then you will need to trust me" The sith said with a smugness to him.

Quick as a flash Rasper had the sith by the throat and has his face inches away from the sith's. Rasper spoke in a very dangerous tone.

"You force users are not all powerfull, if you belive that without you this company would be crushed by a bunch of glow stick wielding monks that cant see past there own bullshit then I am very prepared to show you and your sith friends along with any jedi that pokes his head around here that they are not the most dangerous beings on this planet.

The sith replied having a hard time with Raspers hand around his throat.

"The jedi and Sith are not afraid of death and they will come at you all with out fear."

Rasper replied with a little smile on his face

"Oh there are so many things worse than death"

Typho held up his hand, watching the Sith on the durasteel floor in front of him, twitching and moaning in pain. He felt no sympathy or mercy for the force-using bastard laying there. The Commander flipped out his wrist-comp, opening a private, secure channel to his comrades' helmet and comm feeds, so that only they would be able to hear his orders.

"We haven't got all information about of him first. There is still much he can answer. Scynthe, take over the interrogation. Get all information you can from him. Rasper, head to the security command room. Check all internal and external camera feeds for any suspicious activity. Frank, stay here with Scynthe. Watch his back. The Sith may still try something. Use all force you feel is necessary in keeping him down. I'm heading to the defence command console, and bringing up our defensive protection, setting all turrets and patrol battle droids to maximum alert status. We don't want any surprises. Keep each posted on the current situation. I want Sit-reps every ten minutes. Alright, let's move out."

The Commander hoisted his rifle to his chest, slamming a fresh clip of 5.52x45mm NATO rounds into it and marched off to his current objective.

Rasper entered the security room that was lit with monitors linked to security cameras that showed nearly every inch of the GTC base. The security room was mainly run by droids. They ignored Rasper as he went over to the main console and entered his password which gave him full access to the GTC's security footage. He quickly scanned all entrances and re winded but saw nothing out of the ordinary. Just as Rasper was going thru other footage a transmission came through the console.

It was Seth Sora asking permission to dock.

"Employee Sora this is Rasper Karger, you are clear to land. Approach with caution when landing, we have had some force user intruders and there is reason to believe there could be more. Be on alert when exiting the hanger over."

Rasper switched to the hanger camera feed to watch Seth come in.

Rasper watched as Seth's ship came to a stop inside the hanger. He kept and eye for any life forms inside besides for Seth Sora.

"Everything looks clear inside the hanger Seth you can......"

Suddenly from behind a box of crates there was flash and it came at Seth rapidly. The flash approached Seth from behind and was closing in fast. There was a flash of red and the figure swung its lightsaber right at Seth's neck.

"SETH!!!" Rasper yelled in the comm