Korriban's Open Terrain

The shroud of smog coming out of the engine ports could probably be seen from miles away as the infiltrator soared threw the Korriban sky. The systems were faulty, unreliable to work on full capacity. Revlan's head hung forward as he had been sitting in the same position the entire trip to this planet, he knew where he was just by the color of the sky entering his dark cell. It took one air pocket to shake this small ship for the systems to malfunction for a moment, he looked up at the force field which vanished and Revlan had already been off his feet not even a second later moving from the cell and into the outer hall. The Inquisitor was too busy piloting the ship to notice the systems failure, he had a course set for the Valley of the dark lords but it was Revlans intention that he would not make it down there alive. 

Revlan had been moving slowly threw the hall until he was close enough he quickly swung out and wrapped his arms up over the mans head using the force cuffs too choke him, he pulled as hard as he could then planted his foot at the back of the pilots chair. It was so hard pulled his neck had already gone purple, he looked up scratching at his neck as he did. Revlan moved in closer. I want you to know as you die, all of your achievements, your conquest for power, your life's work will be forgotten. Right now in this moment you are NOTHING!

He shouted with one final tug that caused bones to crack. His throat had collapsed but the man was already dead before it happened, he used the force to retrieve the key, he removed the cuffs then pulled the body out from the pilots chair, rushing to grab onto the controls as he had been on course for one bad crash landing. Revlan pulled up with his free hands but even that had not been enough as the ship grazed along side of a hill tearing off a part of the ship sending it to spiral towards Korribans barren terrain not far from the valley. The ship hit dirt and Revlan had his hands fastened around the controls with himself strapped in, taking deep breaths to calm himself. He finally looked up at the dust clouds parting to a view of the valleys statues in the fair distance. He glared down at the man as he continued to catch his breath, he turned himself in the pilots seat and pushed the mans coat aside. He spotted his hilt and grabbed it, returning it to his own belt. 

Revlan smashed the front screen with the force, unable to go out threw the back since everything was most likely jammed back there. He stood on the nose of the ship taking in the dry and muggy air until he slid down and hit the ground. The dreshdae was within a half hours walk so thats where he would go, a few drinks would be good right about now.

*As stormacht flipped over and used his sword to block the slash and landed facing her*
Ah a lightsaber and a shield most interesting
*stormacht held his sword up again and headed toward her waiting, he relished in the fight and the dark side presence took a sip of water from his canteen*

That it is indeed good to be versitile and diverse, i know it all to well. Creativity and Diversity is part of my job to make a kill. But ill keep it basic.

*stormacht raised his blade pointing it to her and studied the target and headed toward her left*

The gunship landed outside the academy without fanfare, settling its bulk less than half a kilometer from the ruin. Her men disembarked first, rifles at the ready. Initial scans had reported a token force occupying the academy, but there had been no sign of any heavy artillery or other defenses. With less than a dozen men coming was still not without its risks, but as Lillith descended the ramp and took her first breath of Korriban's atmosphere, she was smiling. The Echani turned in a slow circle, pale eyes scanning the horizon. Fitting, I suppose. Lillith mused. Bogan's throne is as harsh and unforgiving as he is.

"My Lady." Said a voice from behind her. She turned to find the soldier with the sniper rifle standing at attention, his weapon slung over his shoulder. Dark eyes peered at her from a hard, olive-toned face. "The landing zone is secure, and there is no sign of hostility from the ruins. My lieutenant assures me our scans were accurate, however: the academy is occupied."

Lillith waved a hand dismissively. "Attempt to establish a communications link, then. Maybe they'll consider a parley. That or they'll blow us to pieces. Either way I do not wish to remain here for long."

"Yes ma'am." The soldier saluted and stalked off. She watched him go, only turning her attention back to the academy after he found the communications officer and the two began to converse in low voices.

The presence of the academy's occupants was bothersome to say the least. The acolyte had been sure it would still be abandoned, its secrets left unguarded. During the Crusade she'd been assigned to an orbital patrol force. In those days there had been something left to defend. With the war over and Korriban all but forgotten, she'd hoped to return and pick through the ruins, gleaning some measure of power before moving on. Someone had beat her to it, though, and now there was no choice but to treat with them.

Lillith could not deny some measure of curiosity, though. Who would be interested in holding a place such as this, other than another force-sensitive? The possibility remained it had been transformed into some outlaw's fort, in which case she would cleanse its halls of their ilk, but it was more likely that a Sith had returned home with designs of his own in mind. Her pale lips twisted into a cruel smile as she contemplated the ways she might deal with her predicament.

The Twilek Slave known as One Bowed deep to the officer.

-One-
"I am One. I am a Present from the Emperor to Master Darth Flvin. Please, take me to him."

Emotionless tone, no facial body language. She was a cold custommer.

Lieutenant Walsh stood tall, keeping a professional posture towards the Twi'lek slave. He listened keenly, then quickly brought together a response.

=Lieutenant Walsh=

"Lord Flvin seems to be....." The Lieutenant took a quick look towards the Dark Lord, then back to the slave. "...busy at the moment. Perhaps you can help with the preparations for the academy?"

The Stormtrooper stood still, standing in front of his troops. All had their weapons in hand, ready in case of something were to happen.