Dark Deeds

[Gamov]

Observation room 12: Tipoca City, Kamino

She suddenly wakes from her nightmare, sweat beaded up on her brow as she sits upright in her bed, the blanket held tightly in her right hand over her body as her pulse races. Her heat beats out a deafening tone in her ears and her breathing is rapid and shallow.

But she soon discerns the truth from the horror as she finds herself back in the safety and security of her own quarters, far from the foreboding atmosphere of the nightmare realm she had just visited, the gentle sound of rain pelting the window permeates the darkened room and gradually welcomes her back from the dream realm. Breathing a heavy sigh of relief, she collapses back to the bed, her hand on her forehead as reality takes hold once more. But her rest only lasts for a few brief moments before harsh fluorescent lights click on over head and an all too familiar voice echos into the placid white room.

"Gather your things.... You have a visitor."

Her silver eyes dart towards the glossy black, rectangular panel on the far wall of the room. She couldn't see them, but she had come to feel their presence through the mirrored window over time, feeling their scrutinizing gaze on her as easily as she felt the cotton fabric of her bedding against her skin.

She lingered for only a second before heeding the command, throwing the covers off and swinging her feet out to sit on the edge of her bed.

********

"Perhaps you would like to move to the next room...." The calm, even tone of the Kaminoan said.

Lord Malum ignored the suggestion at first, forming a feint sneer beneath his face mask as he studied the woman on the other side of the glass wall for himself.

"Does this one do that often?" He grumbled.

"The cloning procedure is only so precise, I'm afraid. We can repress certain aspects of their cognitive skills, but at the cost of independence." Turning his head slightly to look at the Sith Lord, he continued, "I am afraid that the level of genetic tampering you restricted us to during the subject's growth will still allow for many more surprises as she is capable of developing thoughts and desires beyond your own."

Malum had half a mind to snap the creature's neck where he stood. But he had already invested far too many credits in countless other projects, each one ending more disastrous than the last. At some point he was either going to have to accept that he could never attain the exacting level of perfection he so vehemently sought, or he was going to have to abandon the project and explain the sudden disappearance of millions of Imperial credits to the Emperor.

Giving a slight huff of disgust to the situation, Malum moved past the Kaminoan, who only stole one more glance at the subject for himself before he fell in step behind the Sith Lord.

"I am pleased to report, however, that this particular subject seems to have excelled beyond our expectations in the endurance tests. I can have a demonstration arranged if you wish to pass judgment for yourself."

Malum gave the notion some thought as he entered into another room similar to the one he had just been in, except this one was suspended high above an extensive obstacle course situated below the glass enclosure, which offered a panoramic 360 degree view of the training grounds beneath them.

Nodding to the idea, Malum relayed his wishes. "Very well.... Let's see if I shall be leaving here with an Apprentice, or with disappointment."

The Kaminoan bowed humbly to the request and turned to his aide, uttering something quietly to him out of the Sith's earshot before the aide bowed in return and strode off to compile the necessary data for the coming exercise.

********

After slipping her jacket on over top of her under shirt, she closes the lid to her footlocker and takes a seat on it before slipping her boots on and securing them tightly before another voice speaks into the room.

"Proceed to course four...." The voice simply instructed.

Course 4, she thinks. Someone must really be interested in her combat abilities.... Or it was just another random endurance test those damn scientists had pieced together for her. At times she wondered if there was really a purpose to them, or if they existed simply to watch her fight and kill. Pushing the thoughts away, she takes a quick look over he shoulder, eying the sword in its sheath resting on the table. It only takes a second for her to collect the weapon and make her exit from the room through an alternate exit that led straight to the training grounds.

[Ragsmire]

Paige Esperer entered the Kanino system quickly and quietly her YT-2400 light freighter Dynames having been upgraded numerous times with of yielding improved clocking devices to sensors. She was in official capacity a member of the federation but this mission had nothing to do with them and she hoped to try and get that point across to the madalorians so that she wasn't the start of what could be a interstellar incident.

The vessel could be remote controlled though her comm link and for that reason sinking onto the cloning docility would be a bit easier. The ship broke the atmosphere not stopping until it skittered just above the water. Once within reach of the facility the vessel would hover over one of the landing platforms for no more then ten seconds as she jumped down and continued from there.

The goal was simple, Destroy the base. She would let the people about escape and even free any clones inside, Murder wasn't the objective, Getting the point across that cloning armies of solders, Or super beings was not to be tolerated-Anywhere in the galaxy. She had picked up some Intel on the base like a schismatic possible defenses.

Paige worn little armor having never a need for it, She was fast enough to avoid the majority of blaster fire and skilled enough that most swordsmen didn't hold up for more then a few moments. Entering the battle with two pistols for once she was in the facility, A battle rifle for ranged combat in greater distances, And a sniper rifle for the infantry portion of the insurgency. Plus her Vibroblade forged from Mandalorian iron, A very rare weapon one she had purchased just recently from Seek raiden.

the ship has programed stopped about twenty feet over the platform Paige quickly dropping from the hatch onto the Landing zone. She held the Sniper rifle in hand and used it to scout out, though made difficult due to the rain. Once she thought it was clear moved forward.

[Gamov]

Observation room 14: Training center, Tipoca City

Malum crossed his arms over his chest and watched as the subject entered into the white room below, her gaze flitting up towards the glass room he stands in. Though he doubts it at first, he can sense that she is keenly aware of her observers, yet her stance does not mirror one of anticipation. Instead, from his vantage point, she appears frustrated, unfocused on the task at hand as if this is but a mere routine exercise.

"This subject has consistently out performed every previous specimen." The Kaminoan said proudly as he held a datapad in his hands, scanning the clone's dossier once more as he waited for the testing procedure to begin.

"That has yet to be seen, Administrator." Malum said, dismissing such claims until he could see them for himself.

"She is completely obedient, following any order without question, despite her individualism.... A crowning achievement if I do say so myself. I took a great deal of pride in crafting her mind to your exacting standards, and I dare say the final product is well worth every credit."

Malum only heard half of what the Kaminoan was saying, his focus almost entirely on the clone beneath him as he watched her wait patiently for her own trial. She seemed calm to the untrained eye, almost to the point of thoughtful meditation. But to the the Sith Lord's piercing gaze, he could see her latent energy waiting to be unleashed. Energy he had crafted an ingenious a plan for. The ultimate test of both her obedience and her skills.

Turning to the Administrator, Malum quickly changed his plans. "Cancel the test, I wish to meet the clone personally."

The Kaminoan blinked in confusion, but had little choice but to side with the Sith's wishes. "Very well...." He turned to his aide and relayed the order to cancel the forthcoming test before he turned back to Malum and gestured him towards the doorway.

Training course 4: Tipoca City

Her mind had trailed off in thought during the silence of the wait, her eyes closed in a seeming state of serenity as she sat in the middle of the room in a meditative state, er legs crossed and her palms flat on her knees as her lips moved silently, reciting the code she had built for herself to give her purpose and meaning in this world.

A combination of the Mandalorian tenants of the Resol'nare and her own private philosophy, she had lived by this code since her earliest days of life.

"Wear the armor. Knowledge is my armor

Imagination is a warrior’s most important weapon

Vary the routine. A pattern is a trap

Watch out for things that go too well

Never call attention to myself. To do so is to invite death

Speak the language, but say no more than necessary

Defend myself and my family. I have no family, only myself

Contribute to the clan's welfare. I have no clan, only myself

When called to arms by my Master, I shall rally to his cause

If I should die, I shall do so with valor"

Her brief meditation was abruptly cut short as the sound of a door springing open echoed into the sterile white room. Her eyes slowly open, but she does not turn to face them.

"Sasha.... You have a visitor." The Administrator said, his voice echoing in the cavernous room.

Breathing a low breath through her nostrils, she reaches out to the sword on the floor next to her, placing a hand on the smooth, carbon-fiber blade and reciting a phrase to herself in Mando'a beneath her breath so that none in the room besides her was aware of its utterance.

"Ib'tuur jatne tuur ash'ad kyr'amur."

Malum steps towards the clone as she stands and slowly turns to face him, her stare cold and unfeeling. She is prepared to do what it takes to defend herself, of that he is certain. Giving her one more look over, Malum finds himself suitably pleased with her.

"Sasha...." He muses to himself. "I like it.... It invokes an image of innocents."

"We aren't sure where she got the name, only that she decided that she should be called that." The Administrator chimed in.

Malum ignored the Kaminoan's words, keeping his focus on the clone. "I am your master now, not these scientists."

Sasha only gave the Sith Lord a humble bow of her head at the statement. "And what is your will, master?"

Malum formed a wicked smile beneath his faceless helmet as he glanced towards the Administrator, then back to his Apprentice. "I require but one thing of you, one test of your loyalty and one display of your skill.... Kill this creature." He said, pulling the Kaninoan Administrator towards them with the Force through a quick gesture of his hand.

The Administrator stumbled and fell to the ground next to the Sith Lord before he staggered back to his knees. "You said...."

"I am aware of our arrangement. And I am altering it." Malum spat, cutting the trembling alien off in mid sentence. "Now, my Apprentice, fulfill your duty to me and earn your place at my side."

Sasha looked to the Administrator, fear etched into his normally inexpressive face as his large black eyes caught the reflection of her sword's blade glinting beneath the florescent lights. She looks back to Malum and bows her head obediently. "Gladly."

[Ragsmire]

Moving through the shadows of the complex covered somewhat from the effects of the storm by the overhanging edge of the rooftop Paige kept a decent pace not running but making better time then sneaking would afford. Every fifty yards or so she would check a hundred eighty degree area ahead for clone guards or the native people of the world, Kaminoan's were tall pale figures which reminded her of the Muun species.

Through the scoop of the rifle Paige noticed a single patrolman doing his standard lookout. higher then her current location he stalked to and fro watching for anything of suspect. Paige indicated that he was no immediate threat not within her path he wouldn't noticed her at the distance between them so she left him.

Moving into the first of the cloning facility's Paige didn't intend to plant explosives to destroy the cloning centers instead marking each with a homing beacon the order decided by the structure that held primary control to any security systems, Like AA guns, After deactivating them the Dynames would have no trouble flying in and dropping a payload.

The glass doors slid open not requesting any form of identification, Something she was prepared to deal with but apparently had no need to. The all white room served has the antithesis to the deep black of the city. She moved down the hall staying close to the right wall, The hall moving in a slight circle to the same side. According to the layout this modular housed both sensor systems and a cloning center. After moving down the single lane hallway for twenty meters she entered the control room.

One guard was quickly put to rest has Paige removed the blaster pistol strapped to her upper high in an instant and took him down, The blaster set to stun. She stepped up to the consul imputing commands here and there carefully navigating its systems not especially wanting to sound the alarms. Deactivating the Primary security grid whilst moving over some crucial systems to the secondary would give the appearance that nothing was ever remiss.

After that was done she moved to the room next where the cloning center for this block was and placed the homing beacon then exited the complex moving forward to rinse and ruse.

[Gamov]

Research station 4: Tipoca City

Blaster fire echoed through the sterile hallways at Sasha's back, no doubt the work of her Master as the Kaminoan research team offered only feeble resistance in the face of his presence. All around the facility, Kaminoan's and their clones, at least what projects were alive and functional enough to fight properly, scrambled for escape routes or for weapons lockers to arm themselves against the onslaught that they had unwillingly become a part of. Some had been lucky enough to meet their ends at the hands of the crew helming the Crusader as they clambered towards landing pads or evacuation shuttles. Others though had not been so fortunate, instead subjected to the cold, sadistic mind of a Sith Lord.

Ahead of her, a science team worked frantically to seal off their laboratory as she stalked forward, eyes blazing, her blade glinting in the luminescence of her stark white surroundings. Her stride remained unbroken as she passed a Kaminoan in the hall way, his normally tall frame bent in an unfamiliar fashion as he pleaded for his life on his knees. Without even taking so much as a second to contemplate the choice, Sasha brought her blade cleanly through his slender neck as she made her pass by him, severing his head in one swift stroke as he slumped to the floor in her wake.

Approaching the sterile room ahead of her, Sasha's gaze intensified, her silver eyes burning with determination as she made her approach to the clear glass doorway separating her from the huddled mass of beings on the other side.

Glaring through the barrier at her intended prey, it was easy to make a head count. Of the original 100 scientists, geneticists and clone masters that had helped to bring her into the very fabric of existence, only a scarce 10 remained as little more than a trembling mass of pathetic creatures, walled inside a glass tomb of their own design. The others had fallen prey to her blade or the unforgiving will of her Master.

Several hours earlier, her Master had landed at the city, making good on his intended return and promising to release her from the dull confines of the cloning facility to introduce her to a larger life beyond the walls of a cell. And all he required of her was to sign her pact with him in blood. These ten were the last, and when they were dead her task would be complete and her freedom assured.

Cloning bay A-23: Tipoca City, Research and Development Facility #2

He reached the last few Kaminoan scientists on this level of the complex, their pitiful resistance smashed before their very eyes as he had laid waste to over 20 clones and 10 Kamino based security teams, all of whom had been thrown against him in a pointless bid to prevent his hand from striking at them. All it had succeeded in doing was annoying the Sith Lord and postponing the inevitable, providing him with ample time to envision the most creative way in which to dispatch his final victims.

As the last remnants of the R&D team fled from the massacre, they had attempted to seal themselves off in a nearby strong room designed for such situations, only to be caught in the Sith Lord's unhindered advance. In quick succession, two of the fleeing Kaminoan scientists were eviscerated by the scarlet blade of Lord Mlaum's saber, while the other two were spared a similarly quick fate when the Sith opted to toy with their minds for a moment, overwhelming their thoughts with all manner of twisted visions that had the immediate effect of causing one of them to go insane and shoot himself in the head with his own blaster.

In utter shock at his colleague's demise, the remaining scientist threw down his blaster and fell to his knees. Tears streaming down his face, the worthless creature begged for his life. He had a family that depended on him. Wouldn't he be spared after all the work he had done? After having aided the Sith in his goals? How was this a fair reward for their efforts?

His pleading was cut short as his body was slashed apart by the Sith, his torso cut cleanly from his legs as Malum executed his trembling prisoner without a hint of remorse or after thought. He didn't even afford them a reason for his actions. They had been useful tools to him, and as one does with all of their tools once they have outlived their usefulness, you remove them and replace them with more efficient implements.

Giving the grim sight before him only one more cold, emotionless glance, Lord Malum turned away from the carnage as he deactivated his lightsaber and began to make his way back towards the research wing of the facility.

"Captain...." He said, making contact with Crusader over his comlink.

"Yes, my Lord?"

"I have finished here. Prepare for our departure."

"Understood, my Lord. We shall await your arrival." Was the last transmission from the ship's Captain as the link went silent and Malum continued his stride towards the research division.

[Ragsmire]

Has she finished setting the third beacon and was on the march toward the exit these deafening sirens started ringing. For the first few moments Paige thought she'd been discovered but has the following message ran its course the tiny voice informing the garrison of a sith lord's attack and their need to get to the front line Asap. A moment later like clockwork several armed clone troopers bustled through Paige ducking behind a reactor.

"Looks like things have become interesting." she said to no one in particular whitest moving from the reactor that served has her temporary refuge. However this Sith lord was he was relentlessly slaughtering the scientist here and that was never her goal which meant they were in a conflicting mission. Stepping out of the Facility she instantly became engulfed in the setting. Squids moving by dozens to confront the warrior and still it seemed not enough.

Paige touched a hand to the hilt of the Incendie edge, The mandalorian forged weapon she hosted for the foe who wouldn't fall to a blaster, Before rushing toward the center of the clone's attention. During the sprint a noticeable quiet fell over the compound has fewer and fewer Clone troops moved to stop the onslaught the Sith lord had managed to cut through the majority of active soldiers.

Stepping into one of the Research and Development Facility's Paige was greeted by the sight of a dark armored figure stalking away from his last kill. Forever stored has a forgotten memory within their "Panic room" the bodies of at least two visible lay and contrary to the belief that Sith massacres had enough blood to fill an ocean all the wounds were cauterized intently the moment the energized weapon made contact.

Paige highly doubted she could get the drop on a force wielder of any title they could sense ones presence so instead of wasting time on an attempted sneak attack she pulled the blaster from her right hip blasting several bolts at the Sith again having some foreknowledge on force sensitives ability's she didn't bother to watch the outcome instead opting to take refuge aside the door she used to enter in the hope of drawing him into the open where she felt a hidden advantage might help in this battle.

[Gamov]

Hallway outside cloning bay A-23

A tiny sensation interrupted the Dark Lord's focus, entering into the back of his mind as a minuscule ripple in the Force that alerted him to the presence of another being in the hallway with him. In the brief second after he sensed the second person, he let out an aggravated sigh as he realized that his work had not yet been completed. Yet, even as he prepared to turn his attention on the pitiful creature, he felt a sudden pang of dread enter into his perceptions, foretelling of an unseen danger.

Within the next few seconds, his mind quickly processed the messages he was receiving through the Force and he spun quickly on his heel, his saber snapping to his defense out of instinct, igniting with an audible hiss just in time to reflect a pair of blaster bolts away from his body and into the wall. In the instant it took for the scenario to play itself out, Malum caught a momentary glimpse of a figure darting into a nearby room as he was forced to defend against the attack.

Lowering his blade, Malum glared at the doorway and allowed a frustrated growl to escape from his throat. He thought for a moment about simply leaving the person behind, they would fall victim to his plans in the end anyway, the same as any other potential survivors. But his cautionary side advised against leaving anything to chance. Everyone must be dead, there must be no living record of his presence.

Submitting to what must be done, the Sith first contacted his ship one again.

"Captain."

"Yes, my Lord?"

"Proceed ahead as planned. I shall be arriving shortly."

"As you wish, my Lord."

The comm went silent as Lord Malum stepped forwards through the doorway, picking his way between the dead bodies of several Kaminoans and clones in the process. Taking stock of the room, Malum could see that it was an easy place for an ambush. Several high places and hidden corners to appear from at random in a surprise attack. With his blade humming gently at his side, he called out to the unknown being.

"There is no place you can hide from me. Surrender yourself now and I may consider making your death a painless one."

Research station 4

Two bolts came tearing through the air towards her from the muzzle of a clone trooper attempting to defend the lab, but Sasha reacted with precision, using her slight affinity with the Force to see the events around her as if they were playing in slow motion.

She worked quickly in relation to her instincts, outmaneuvering a nearby clone that had moved forward with a dagger in hand and incapacitating the man with a few swift moves before throwing his body between herself and her attacker. The lasers hit the clone squarely in the chest, killing him instantly as Sasha continued her assault, advancing quickly on the last clone, finishing him off with a quick stab to the chest with the dagger that had been dropped by the previous clone.

With the death of the last clone, the only thing that remained between her and her ultimate victory was a lone survivor. A Kaminoan scientist by the name of Kama Su.

Sasha eyed the Kamainoan as he fumbled helplessly in an attempt to distance himself from his attacker, rounding a nearby desk and tripping over chairs and lab equipment that had been strew across the floor in the ensuing struggle. She had known him for several years, and was known by her as one of the more rational and sensible members of the research team that had worked with her during her time here. Some small part of her realized how she felt about this creature, but her will to obey was stronger. Her Master had given her a command and it must be carried out.

As Kama Su finally ran out of room to run, his back pressed tightly against a nearby window, he worked up the courage to finally speak, knowing that this would perhaps be the only time he had to know why.

"Why? We have given you everything.... Given your Master our word. What purpose does his motivation serve?"

Sasha's response was quick, almost as if it had been programmed to be her only response to such a situation. "Bones can be broken, so can words."

The Kaminoan's eyes reflected his own moment of sober realization as everything seemed to finally make sense to him. "We were such fools.... Sasha.... Forgive me, forgive us all."

His last words were punctuated by a single blaster shot that rang out over the relative stillness of the room. The Kaminoan gripped his chest in pain and slumped to his knees, giving Sasha one more final glance before he fell over and drifted away. She surveyed the strewn bodies of her adversaries for a moment, giving the room one more look to ensure that all of her intended targets were indeed dead before she moved to a nearby control panel and released the door locks to the room.

Getting into the laboratory through a nearby air duct had proven a slightly troublesome challenge, if only for the lack of space and maneuverability she was afforded. But once on the other side, her targets offered her only a meager fight, but that did not detract from the fact that she had completed her mission as instructed by her Master.

Content that she had completed her orders, Sasha made her way out of the lab and away from the carnage in search of her Master.

[Ragsmire]

"There is no place you can hide from me. Surrender yourself now and I may consider making your death a painless one."

Paige heard the Sith's call a quick examination of its nature would suggest to her that he could not feel her location through the force but upon a closer inspection she would speculate that he was trying to throw off her assumption of his abilities, down play his own skills to make her overconfident. The thought that perhaps he couldn't get a feeling of her presence due to the her complete semi organic body did cross Paige's mind, But she would rather play it safe then sorry.

Ducked low behind a large supporting pillar to the distant left of the Sith. Paige still gripped the blaster from the first assault firmly in her right left hand, The Incendie edge sat still in its holster she wrapped one hand around it but did not pull it the worry that the sound however slight would tip off the Sith. She move from the pillar's shadow lining a shoot up center mass of the armored warrior Paige pulled the trigger releasing a single orange ball of energy toward the sith.

Before it even had a chance to impact his shoulder or central back, The target, Paige dashed across the room moving toward his forward flank, Which if he acted as she predicted then it would warp to his back. She fired several time from this angel while charging forward wiping out the Incendie edge not to attack but counteract anything he might do.

[Gamov]

Landing pad 12, Research Facility #4

The lights from the cargo bay of Crusader were the only visible sources of light on the platform as rain poured down over the black/grey hull of the ship. At the rear of the vessel, the freight elevator had been lowered to the surface of the landing pad, and a crew of techs and specialists worked intently on a large, rectangle shaped black container that had been situated in the center of the lift.

Above them, the ship's Captain watched on, scrutinizing every aspect of the operation as he had been instructed to do. With his hands clasped neatly behind his back, he watched his men labor way as the sound of rain pelting the hull of his ship and the steel platform outside were among the only other audible sounds drifting through the air.

"Careful with that, Sergeant.... We don't want anything going wrong." The Captain calmly instructed.

"Sir." The voice of the ship's XO chimed in from behind the Captain in the cargo hold.

The Captain simply shifted his attention to the junior officer, looking him in the eye and awaiting the report he had no doubt arrived to deliver.

"Latest meteorological data, sir. Just compiled by our systems." The Lieutenant said, handing a datapad over.

The Captain took the device and scanned its content for himself. "How long?"

"Roughly and hour at our maximum estimate, sir."

"And on the low end?" The Captain asked, still regarding the images on the screen with great concern.

"Half an hour at the least, sir."

Nodding to the XO, the Captain dismissed him, his thanks replied to with a sharp salute before the officer took his leave from the cargo hold. Turning his attention back to the crew operating beneath him, the Captain informed them of their new schedule.

"Half and hour, that's all we have. Hop to it, on the double troops." His orders were delivered with urgency, but not by way of a raised tone or overly harsh demeanor. The Captain remained cool and collected, while still passing vital information to his crew.

Cloning bay A-23

The still of the room was abruptly broken as a lone shot rang out over the gentle hum of machinery and florescent lights. Acting sharply in relation to the sound, his senses placed on alert by the earlier encounter in the hallway outside, Lord Malum spun, bringing his blade forward to deflect yet another timed shot that had been fired at his back.

As the round sailed away from him and clashed with a nearby computer terminal, a shower of sparks erupting from the point of impact, The Dark Lord's first thought was that this being was a coward. A feeling that mixed easily with his sense of frustration, creating a potent anger in him as he realized that every second he wasted here chasing shadows, he risked his ultimate goals.

Upon his deflection of the laster shot, however, Lord Malum felt a presence swiftly approaching from behind him. Being forced to turn yet again in his defense, he barely had enough time to deny a secondary blaster bolt from penetrating his armor. In the moments thereafter, however, his opponent had finally been revealed to him. And it was something of a shock to the seasoned Sith.

A human female, possibly no older than 25, was charging forward at him from beyond the shadows of a nearby support beam. For what ultimate purpose he had no idea, but her crystal blue eyes and sharp, youthful features belied the true determination and boldness behind her actions.

Quickly shoving all matters aside in his mind, Lord Malum reacted to the sudden appearance of his adversary. In a quick move, he summoned a wall of invisible telekinetic energy between himself and the young girl, using it to slow her progress in anticipation of a counter attack of his own.

[Ragsmire]

A strange foreign sensation gradually overtook Paige that being the steady decline in speed not of her own choosing. Having come to a complete stop around five feet from the Sith Paige found moving her limbs a more difficult task then it had been only moments before. He held one hand up indicating that it had been the source of his force usage, he seemed to be readying himself for an attack, Paige would grant him that.

"It wont be that easy." She declared while in the mist of a internal struggle to break the hold summoning both her powerful resolve and inner willpower Paige jerked the Blade from around in a sweeping motion aimed to deflect any attempt at a quick kill bringing it low to her right then turning it upward point directed toward her foe.

Though never trained to use the force and probably unable after her cybernation Paige had once held immense potentiali, possible it had been aiding her still obscured for years.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" Paige demanded from the shadowy stature pulling the blade around keeping it to her left.

[Gamov]

Malum could sense the girls struggle for control against his power. Even without the aid of the Force it was readily apparent that his opponent was fighting with every bit of her strength just to maneuver the blade she held firmly in her hand. Though she brought it forward to intercept any attempts of his own, Malum made no moves against his opponent, her actions appearing somewhat labored and sluggish to the Sith Lord.

He easily parried the blade away from himself with a simple flick of his own lightsaber against the steel blade of his foe, the act punctuated by her stern claim that she would not be defeated so easily. A spirited opponent was good, it certainly did not make for a dull fight when his adversary's actions were fueled by fear and determination.

Slowly releasing his hold over her, Malum seemed to relax somewhat, but that was merely due to the arrival of another, more familiar, being into his perceptions.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?"

The girl's question ultimately went unanswered, for the most part at least. Though Malum felt no need to answer to her in any capacity, he did feel like indulging her inquiry, if only for quenching the morbid curiosity he had regarding how she would react to his response.

"My business here is my own, who I am is unimportant. But, as I must assume you have deduced, my allegiance lies along a path not aligned with your own."

Looking over his shoulder to address the new arrival into the room, Lord Malum deactivated his saber, appearing to let his guard down as he spoke again. "Deal with this one."

Sasha stepped forward into the room, bowing slightly to her Master's order as she again prepared her mind and body for the coming duel. "As you wish."

"I think you will find that this is, indeed a much more merciful alternative." Malum said, his voice devoid of any hint of remorse as he turned his attention back on the girl and Sasha stepped to his side, her blade drawn as she sized up her new target.

Malum, in keeping with the spirit of the task, allowed his Apprentice to advance well ahead of him. She would undertake this objective alone as he observed from a distance. A first hand review of her tactics in combat would give the Sith a good idea of where to start correcting Sasha's mistakes in the future. Though he somehow doubted that he had much work to do on his part. The Kaminoan cloning and training process was always known for being incredibly efficient and effective in its goals. A fact that almost made him regret having to destroy this facility and its inhabitants. It was such a waste of good talent.

[Ragsmire]

The simple and straight forward attack Paige had offered the Sith was unsurprisingly parried with ease the clashing sound of her blade against the fully energized red saber of the Sith rang out bunching off every featureless white wall in the room the only coloring being the blood of those slain by the aggressor.

Suddenly the invisible burden lifted Paige finding it as easy and as out of the blue to move freely and without restraint now as it had been before showcasing just how quickly he could add a hundred, A thousand, pounds of pressure. He seemed to compose himself in the act of releasing Paige something that made her ponder as to why?

Coming as a low and almost muffled menacing response was the warrior's rebuke to Paige's query not actually touching upon the subjects she demanded of him instead it was meant to serve as an insult or possibly a test. Although Paige attempted to let it roll over without a psychically reaction, which is what he was surely seeking, she did instinctively clutch the handle of her sword in a moment of frustration before dropping the anger at the sudden appearance of another.

materializing from behind the Sith warrior the first feature to catch Paige's eye was that whomever this was looked younger then she was. Black hair and unnatural Silver eyes were next to stick out as the Sith order she be dealt with it being promptly followed by a confirmation.

The Armor clad Sith thought he was doing Paige a favor with the tag in and maybe he was ether way she would meet him again in combat after she made quick work of the new foe. Paige holstered the blaster still gripped in her hand taking the blade in both as she readied for the brewing storm. To make the first move, generally, Was not how Paige fought on a one verses one level, A good defense makes for a great offense after all.

[Gamov]

Central Command Station, cloning facility: Tipoca City

"Pick up the pace gentlemen." The Sergeant barked. They were on a rather strict time table now, the elements of the planet forcing their schedule ahead by several dozen minutes.

"You wanna screw with this stuff Sarge?" The squad's technician shot back from his kneeling position next to the rectangular black box. "Anti matter isn't exactly the most stable shit to work with in this situation. Any slip up and...."

"Stow it trooper. I don't really care what you've got to do. Just get it done." The Sergeant sharply cut in.

Without a word, except for few curses and choice words under his own breath, the tech set back to work, taking only another moment or two to make the final rigging and hook ups with the remote systems aboard the Crusader. Using his own personal datapad to test the connection, the tech was glad to see that his efforts had resulted in green across the board. The only thing that remained was to set the activation code and arm the countdown sequence.

"We're synced up here, Sarge." He said, packing his equipment back into his back pack.

The Sergeant gave the technician a glance from over his shoulder before he nodded in response. "Everyone back to the ship."

The squad responded quickly to their new orders, cutting back through the empty halls of the security station to the landing pad where Crusader waited, their trip made all the more easy by the fact that Lord Malum had taken out most of the resistance inside the facility himself before he called his specialists in to finish the job.

Cloning bay A-23

Sasha sized up her opponent, analyzing her intently before making the first move. In some ways, the girl's appearance reminded her of a clone she had known at the facility for several years prior to this. She could remember how that one fought, how she thought and analyzed.... It was annoying to her. The fellow clone's mind was so linear and simple. It was no great mystery or shock to Sasha when she finally managed to kill her as part of their training regimen. Her only hope for this coming battle was that this girl was not as foolish and dumb as her cloned sister had been.

Without a word spoken to her foe, Sasha advanced quickly, deciding to open the duel on a rather simple note as she lunged forward and only offered a simple diagonal slash aimed at the girl's neck. It would test her reflexes and, potentially, reveal a glimpse of her preferred fighting style to her. Or, it would kill her in one swift stroke. Either way worked for Sasha.

[Ragsmire]

Paige could almost feel the silent chill in the air blowing pass the battleground but she quickly expunged that notion as they were confined on all sides meaning unless a blast door was open that gust was nothing more then a illusion brought about by watching a few too many holo-dramas.

Once this fictional wind broke like shattering glass the new opponent charged Paige a nano instant later launching a overly direct attack aimed for her neck judging by the angel. Paige ducked low stabilizing on one leg for no more then a instantaneous before projecting off the ground like a rocket connecting one boot to her adversary's outstretched arm possibly jolting the blade from it.

Paige came to a graceful landing several feet from the girl holding a disdained look in her eyes both concentrated on the Sith.

"She lacks the experience to needed to face me, How about you release her and instead handle this yourself?" Paige offered keeping a lock on the Sith warrior whilst sliding the Incendie edge behind her in a reverse grip.

[Gamov]

Her opponent had reacted with more speed and accuracy than Sasha had predicted she would, ducking beneath her strike before striking at her arm with a foot. Though the move did not cause much physical pain, nor did it dislodge the weapon from Sasha' hand, it had succeeded in putting her foe between herself and her Master.

Grimmacing slightly at the twinge of pain in her arm now, Sasha turned to follow through with another attack, but was halted abruptly by the harsh voice of Lord Malum as he threw up a hand.

Grumbling beneath his helmet at the situation, the Sith Lord let his aggitation show through in more than one way. He was running short on time and patience alike, his clone having failed to produce the desired results.

"You want this to end quickly?" He snapped. "I can assure you that I can end it.... But I cannot ensure that it will be quick."

Calling his saber to his hand once more, Malum ignited the crimson blade in his right palm as he formed a sneer and brought his left hand forward in a sweeping motion from left to right, summoning a wave of Force energy meant to propel the girl from her feet and slam her into the nearby wall.