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Post by Darth Decivus on Apr 15, 2016 18:18:56 GMT -5
The Sith's lip curls slightly at the Mandalorian's audacious attitude, but he brings up the transferred holoimage of the galaxy, and observes the small, bright ball of yellow light within the vast blue that served as an indicator to the structure. Decivus quickly maps a hyperspace route from Ord Mantell to Point Nadir before returning his gaze upon Wez.
"Viszla, you judge me too quickly. You will see, in time, that my plans for the Black Sun will bring it greater power even than it's days under Xizor's leadership." the Sith declares with a stiff confidence. "And consider your advice returned. You are not a Vigo, despite your allegiance to my predecessor. I offered you that position, and you declined. So don't misunderstand my words; I did not refer to you or your personal crew as being inept, I was referring to the agents that I put on the job of finding Point Nadir."
Decivus reaches for the disconnect button, but stops to say one last thing.
"If you truly consider us to be equals, stop questioning my methods, and watch how they unfold instead." Decivus tells his Mandalorian ally. "The base access codes have changed, and continue to change every twenty four standard hours. By the time you arrive, the code will be Traulus - Haroon - Eight - Seventy-four - Sixty-eight. Remember that code, or the fleet protecting Ord Mantell will fire upon your ship. Consider the continued presence of the remnant Republic fleet a sign that my leadership isn't as shaky as you presume."
With that said, Decivus presses the switch to disconnect the holotransmission. With no further reason to be aboard the Hazmat, the young Sith Apprentice collects the Sith Training Droid and debarks the ship while engineers continue looking the ship over for possible tracer beacons or other forms of bugging. Taking a few hours of personal time to train, Decivus gathers several small probe droids and takes them to the courtyard. Eyes are drawn to the strange company that follows Decivus into the courtyard. High walls surround the courtyard, and there is no cargo in the area to damage by accident. The Training Droid walks away towards the far wall opposite where Decivus stands, where it stops after thirty paces, and turns to face him. Decivus activates the probe droids, and sets them to hover in circles around him.
Decivus takes his saberstaff off his belt clip, and holds it back horizontally with his right hand, and keeps his left hand free. His knees bend slightly as he falls into his battle ready stance. The Training Droid perks up.
"AHHH, READY FOR ANOTHER ROUND, AT LAST, EH MASTER?" the droid inquires, imitating giddiness. It reaches towards it's left thigh, and detaches a lightsaber hilt. However, it does not activate the blade yet. "WHAT LEVEL SHALL I SET MY COMBAT PROGRAMMING TO THIS TIME?"
"Maximum, again." Decivus replies. "I have no need for handicaps."
"AS YOU COMMAND." the droid replies, sounding even more excited. "I SHALL DO MY BEST TO KILL YOU, MASTER."
Decivus thumbs the switch on his saberstaff, activating the weapon. Two fiery crimson blades growl to life, and the probe droids circle around Decivus faster. Seconds later, the three droids begin firing on Decivus with their mounted blasters. The red blades whirl around, akin in appearance to a glowing fan blades, as the Sith Apprentice moves the saberstaff to intercept and redirect the blaster fire. The Training Droid hunches, and begins stalking around the scene, searching for an opening to take advantage of.
The probe droids continue to harry the Sith with pot shots and occasional multiple shots; none of which manage to break through Decivus' defenses. The probes begin laying faster barrages, and the Training Droid continues to slowly close in. With a single, sweeping motion, Decivus swats blaster fire back into two of the probe droids, and pulls the third one into an awaiting blade. Immediately, the Training Droid leaps at Decivus from the left, but the Sith Apprentice is ready; he parries the first several light, quick swipes from the droid, and the two move back and forth, side to side; all over the courtyard. At times, the two would engage in in strikes, counters and parries with near blinding speed. To the untrained in the ways of the Force, the image would be supernatural to witness. The droid's rotating joints allow it to keep pace with Decivus for quite some time.
Attracted by the commotion, Parha watches from the safety of a balcony over the entrance to the courtyard. The droid manages to singe a few hairs on Decivus' head as he bends backwards to avoid a stab at his face, angering the Sith. Reflexively, Decivus reacts, cutting off the droid's hands at the wrists, and cutting a thin, shallow line across the droid's chest, causing it to fall unceremoniously backwards to the ground. Decivus grunts irritably, and kicks the droid's leg, but gets no reaction. Peachy. Now he'd have to repair it again.
Realizing almost forty standard minutes had passed, Decivus wipes sweat off his forehead and deactivates the saberstaff. Satisfied with the session, Decivus has the probe droid wreckages sent to be melted down, and has the Sith Training Droid returned to his ship, for later repair. He spots Parha watching, and the two meet up on the ground floor, and then return to the command center to await Wez and Fi's arrival.
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