Dark Deeds

[Ragsmire]

Paige readied briefly as it looked like the girl was going to attack again until her masters displeased and irritated command stopped her. Clearly soured by the lack of results Paige's actions had provoked the Sith and for a moment that brought a smile to her face.

That joy was felt for no more then a moment as Paige was thrown against the nearby wall its cool surface now seemingly her center of gravity as the room took on a red tent with the blade as he branded it for the obvious purpose of finishing the fight.

She struggled for only a few seconds before the realization that she couldn't break from his hold. A quick analysis would show Paige was, physically, unable to do anything. But a with a keener inspection she knew that her best shot was to blow the place up.

Syncing with the nearby Dynames, through her implants which allowed her to connect to several devices wirelessly, she singled a set of coordinates as a target for a bombing run, When a warning appeared advising her that the planed strife would intersect with his location she input extremely precise point of the building, that being the roof overhead about three meters in front of her.

The Dynames, Which had remained high out and out of scanner range, broke from its circular flight around the city quickly finding and locking onto the building specified for an exact strike. Launching only two pink streaming missiles they crisscrossed streaking toward their mark making impact within two minutes of the initial order.

[Gamov]

Malum held his expression of spite beneath his lifeless helmet. Though none in the room could see his face at the moment, if they could, his sickly yellow-red eyes would be clearly seen reflecting his anger, his vision narrowed on his opponent as he began to gently apply pressure to her through the Force, slowly crushing her against the placid white surface of the wall's face.

Thanks to his connection with the mystical powers, the Dark Lord had established a slight physical bond with his adversary, allowing him to sense for himself the effects of his efforts on the girl's body as the Force bowed to his will and slowly coalesced into a dense, suffocating cloud. The sensation was nearly palpable in his finger tips as he constricted his hand into a tightly balled fist and began to choke the life from the girl's very lungs and heart.

So enthralled with his inevitable victory was Lord Malum, however, that he had allowed for his guard to drop slightly as a voice snapped in his ear over the comlink.

"Everything is set, my Lord.... pulled out.... interference from.... storm."

The message, no matter how brief or riddled with static interference from the intense electrical storm that was slowly moving towards the facility, alerted Malum to his dwindling window of opportunity and the standing mandate he had yet to complete. He had to finish this now, despite how much pleasure he would personally glean from watching the girl's life slowly fade away at his hand.

"It appears that fate has taken mercy on your pathetic soul...." He said, curling his facial features into a twisted look of disgust.

However, just as the Sith Lord was about to summon the energy necessary to finish his opponent for good, a sudden explosion shook the facility and cracked the roof to the cloning bay wide open, allowing for a deluge of rain, shrapnel and ash to rain down over the interior of the building. The concussion from the unexpected blast broke Malum's concentration and threw him backwards from his feet into a row of cloning vats.

The room seemed to be bathed in an eerie, dull silence for a few moments as the next image that caught the Dark Lord's attention was that of Sasha standing over him, her lips moving as if she were asking a question, but all sound inside Malum's rattled mind was translated as little more than muffled, unintelligible murmurs. Taking a second to compose himself, Lord Malum hauled himself out from beneath a pile of rubble, shrugging off Sasha's help in the process as the Sith re-trained his focus back towards where the girl had been.

A quick scan revealed that not much had been left over from the explosion aside from a pile of rubble and a gaping hole in the ceiling through which rain poured as lightning and thunder snapped across the sky overhead.

"Are you alright?"

Sasha's voice finally registered with Malum as he grumbled beneath his helm, stealing a glance at his Apprentice for only a second before examining his lightsaber. How the weapon had not been thrown from his hand in the process was a mystery to him, but it was clear that it had been damaged in the explosion. Giving his malfunctioning saber one more look, Malum looked back to the pile of debris. Thnking there was no possible way that the girl could have survived, he turned away from the sight and strode away in silence, Sasha a close step behind him as they made their way towards the landing pad.

Landing pad 12, Research Facility #4

A small entourage of soldiers had assembled at the loading bay aboard the Crusader to receive Lord Malum's return, but were quickly brushed aside by the agitated Sith Lord as he made his entrance into the CIC of the ship. He had wasted too much valuable time and energy here, and now was the time to finish what he had come to do.

"Captain." He said, catching the man off guard as he entered onto the command deck.

The Captain spun abruptly, a slight shake in his hand as he gave the Sith a salute. "Yes, my Lord?"

"Prepare for our departure and set our destination for Dantooine. I have grown weary of this world. I assume your men have completed their task?"

"Yes, my Lord. We are awaiti...." The Captain was going to say "awaiting your orders", but was abruptly cut off in mid sentence by the Dark Lord.

"Do it, Captain. I do not want to see a scrap of that building on the surface when we leave for orbit."

"Yes, my Lord."

As Lord Malum turned quickly away from the Captain and dismissed himself to his private meditation chamber, the crew snapped into action as the Captain moved to a nearby computer console and unlocked its controls with an authorization code and a retinal scan before he swiftly punched in a pre-set five digit code. Though it was silent aboard the ship, relative to the actions taking place around the ship as it was prepped for atmospheric flight, the effects of the Captain's actions would soon be felt on Kamino as the code had activated a timer on an anti-matter bomb that had been placed in the command center of the cloning labs. The timer had been preset for a two minute countdown, and any living thing unlucky enough to be caught inside the facility when the bomb detonated would cease to exist.

[Ragsmire]

Paige felt the gradual effect of the mask figure's power draining her of life at his leisure Paige unable to even attempt and break the hold as his power quite effectively nailed her against the wall. For a glimmering moment Paige thought that this would be the end, Her final sight that of a sickly warrior whom possessed an unseen gaze the feeling rolling forth from it suggested he got an all to addicting high from such acts.

Her vision began to fog both the girl and her master within its last glance one standing by watching cold and unconnected to the death she face, The other enacting it with malice and disregard. She lost consciousness just before the explosion buried her beneath a mountain of debris and rubble from the materials that the facility was constructed with.

Upon Paige's reawakening she found herself encased under the backlash of her own creation. Before even flinching a finger she listened for any voices after a few seconds of silence, save the thunder storm overhead cracking like the wipe of a giant. She pushed on the surface directly in front of her lifting it slowly until it could be dropped to one side.

Pulling her frame out of its makeshift coffin Paige took surveillance of the immediate area no Sith in sight. Resynchronizing with Dynames as she rose Paige ordered an emergency pick up the vessel flying around within thirty seconds she moved aboard the Corellian manufactured ship gripping her left arm, Pressing that to her rib cage. A strange weight clung to her injured arm and upon inspection Paige found the Incendie edge still held tightly in her clinched palm.

"Seems i impress myself sometimes." She mused addressing her unwanted gifts before releasing the blade within the confines of the ship and resting lightly in the pilot's chair. Her right hand danced across the controls as she set a course for the nearest civilized system.

As the vessel rose with it a black mist engulfing the whole cloning facility started to grow the Dynames pulling out just in front of it until she reach the climax of what looked to be silent blast. Circling once Paige saw that absolutely noting was left in its wake, All winked from existence. She predicted the obvious reason for such a course of action was intended to keep his visit a total secret.