Space E-war

[Anaclagon]

The message was intercepted by the outermost Imperial defenses. It came from the TGDA. Grand Admiral Thrawn was in charge and it was up to him to respond. "This is Grand Admiral Thrawn of the Galactic Empire. What do you require?" The man asked. Thrawn was no lover of the TGDA. He normally did not hate his foes, he was merely doing his job but it was the TGDA that killed his mentor in Admiral Kaine. Kaine was the Supreme Commander in the sector when Revan was away and now the job was given to him. Thrawn waited for a reply but deep inside, he already had a feeling on what would happen.

[TyrannoTitan]

Spectre's ship dropped out of hyperspace some distance from the Trandoshan planet, proceeding cautiously simply because they might be on high alert, considering past events. The craft drifted toward the planet, heading specifically toward Vassek...

A sealed passage, branching off from the bedroom of the complex, revealed itself to the cyborg, having been disguised as a wall moments before. "Something to pass the time, if you're interested. Its a training program, made to test special operatives of Shadow Haven...or used to." a voice emitted from the nearby communications screen, which was, of course, limited to only communicating with Unaha-Closp...

[dinoman666]

Lissarkh replied, "I need to speak to Revan. It's a leader thing." She preferred not telling about Grievous' capture to anyone but the leader of the Empire...

The Malevolence sent a message to Fox's ship, saying, "What do you require here?"

Grievous tapped his chin, then walked towards the door, saying, "Sounds entertaining..."

[TyrannoTitan]

"This is Spectre, returning to Transhoda under General Grievous' orders. I was separated from the Malevolence in an attempt to stall the General's capture. I am now ordered to protect Lissarkh." Spectre explained, his craft still drifting toward the planet...

Grievous was greeted by yet another perfectly white room, which was very thin in width, but spanned a great distance, resembling a gun range. "I've been told you use melee weapons. This will be...interesting." the voice said, now sounding from an intercom device on the ceiling. A buzzer sounded as two panels were opened at the other end of the room, two, 3 foot tall droids rolling out, resembling miniature Droideka in appearance, uncurling themselves as they opened fire at Grievous, lacking any noticeable shield...

[dinoman666]

Grievous pulled out two Lightsabers, swiftly deflecting the bolts back at the droids, trying to destroy them with their own weapons. "Yes, I do. What, you find it primitive?" he said, rather casually.

After a moment, OOM-6 replied, "Very well. Proceed to Vassek. I will alert Lissarkh of your presence. She will meet you at landing pad 343-A."

[Anaclagon]

"Give us several several moments" Thrawn swiftly replied. Connection was being switched to Courscant and towards the Imperial Palace. Due to the distance between the outerim and the capital planet, it would take a little time. Revan was informed as typical. The young Dark Lord proceeded to walk towards the main communication room within the grand Imperial Palace, having to leave his private quarters. Revan sighed...he wasnt sure what was going to happen now. Just when he thought all he could finally do was finally rest. "This is Revan...what do you need.." The Sith asked, having just woke up from a brief nap. The Dark Lord didnt bother to wear his famous mask on, instead he just put his hood which covered his face mostly except for the slightly growing yellow eyes he possessed which was typical for a dark side user.

[dinoman666]

Lissarkh replied, "We have a situation. It would seem that-- Er, hold on a sec." She switched channels to OOM-6. "What's wrong?" "Spectre attempted to stall Grievous' capture, but failed and was separated from the Malevolence. He's been ordered by the General to protect you. I said you would meet him at landing pad 343-A." Lissarkh sighed. "Very well. Revan, I'm going to have to put you on hold for the time being." She got up and headed towards the designated landing pad, muttering to herself.

[Anaclagon]

Revan lowered his head and waited. He narrowed his eyes and focused as he attempted to use the force to see what was going on. But his exhaustion prevented him from focusing clearly. The Dark Lord narrowed his eyes....situation? what situation?. Surely Grievous would never contact him just to say hi. There would have to be a reason....perhaps something happened. Revan tried to think of the answers. Admiral Thrawn was thinking the same thing.

[TyrannoTitan]

Spectre landed on the specified landing pad, stepping out of the craft soon after, single eye glancing around in an attempt to locate Lissarkh...

The droids scuttled from side to side, attempting to avoid their reflected shots, while firing almost continuously at the cyborg, grazed a few times by their own shots. The voice chuckled at Grievous' response. "Oh no, I mean no disrespect, but with such a small room to move around it, the droids clearly have an advantage." the voice replied...

[dinoman666]

"I don't need to walk, you know," growled Grievous, suddenly leaping onto the wall, running along them, jumping from surface to surface rapidly, before finally closing on the droids, slicing them two pieces with fast, short slashes.

Lissarkh arrived on the landing pad, walking up to Spectre, crossing her arms. "So? I can sense you aren't here just to protect me, Spectre..."

[The Kingpin]

"Opus Tieve....Commander, send the order to the fleet to mobilise. we have an Opus Tieve situation. no unidentified foreign craft of anything larger than 200 meters in length is to be allowed entry without confirmation, and weapons are to remain armed at all times" ordered Admiral Denovaef on board the Revenge, the Deck Commander sending out the order as the Revenge and it's two escorts drifted across in the planet's orbit until they were directly above Vassek, about 250 kilometers above it. the rest of the fleet meanwhile, had split into groups of 3, and began patrolling the planet in circles, 10 rings of various sizes forming the patrol paths, making what resembled the electrons' orbiting paths around an atom...

[TyrannoTitan]

"That is exactly what I am here to do. You are the closest thing to leadership now that Grievous has been captured, and I can't allow for you or General Serephir to be harmed." Spectre responded, arms folding.

The droids jittered and sparked as they were attacked, shutting down soon after. "Impressive! But this is only the beginning, General." the voice sounded, another section of the hallway's wall retracting, revealing another room...

[dinoman666]

Lissarkh arched a scaly brow, crossing her own arms. "There's something you're not telling me. I can sense it."

Grievous shrugged and walking into the new hallway, Lightsabers at the ready. "So, what else do you have for me?"

[TyrannoTitan]

"I am afraid you are mistaken. I have nothing else to report." Spectre droned, shrugging.

As if on some unseen que, a large panel at the center of the room, which was a bit wider then the last, retracted into the wall. A large metallic shape bolted from the opening, clinging to the wall as it looked at Grievous. The machine was humanoid in shape, but every limb was elongated, while its hands and feet had large metallic claws, enabling it to cling to the walls. Scrambling along the wall, the machine's left hand was raised, its palm glowing brightly as it fired a burst of plasma at the cyborg...

[dinoman666]

Lissarkh rolled her eyes and sighed. "Fine, fine. Come on, I have to talk to Revan right now about Grievous." She turned and walked back into the tower...

Grievous leaped to the side, letting the plasma burst explode where he was standing. One of his arms split, grabbing his blaster and firing a few shots at the machine.

[TyrannoTitan]

Spectre nodded, following after Lissarkh without another word...

The machine pulled its arm back, raising it above its face, a small energy shield spreading across its arm, reflecting the blaster shots back at Grievous, before springing onto the opposite wall, closing in on the cyborg...

[dinoman666]

Sidestepping the blaster shots, Grievous dove at the machine, swinging at his enemy's head with one of his sabers...

Lissarkh soon arrived at the console, hissing, "My apologies Revan, I was sidetracked. Anyway, I just wanted to say that I may need assistance soon. Grievous has been captured by an unknown enemy force, and we need to keep some ships on alert in case they decide to attack."

[TyrannoTitan]

The machine's long neck retracted back, allowing it to avoid the attack, swinging its arm out at Grievous, smacking him away with the shielded limb before dropping onto the ground, still on all fours...

Spectre waited behind Lissarkh, leaning yet again on the nearby wall, close enough to listen in on the conversation...

[dinoman666]

As Grievous stumbled back, his foot lashed out, grabbing the machine by the head with his talon. Spinning around, the cyborg smashed his foe into the wall, before throwing him to the other side of the room...

[TyrannoTitan]

The machine twisted itself in the air, metallic claws scraping against the side of the wall as it slowed to a stop, scrambling across the wall once more, one arm outstretched as it fired explosive plasma at Grievous...