Galactic Alliance: Step 1
 

The Jedi hopped out of their speeder, and looked around where they were. It was....a governor's mansion. Another one. DM had a serious love for those things. Except this one was at a digustingly high level, high above the actual planet surface. Squishy high. Ahead of them was an entrance gate, except it was already open. Sparks flew from the controls. Two dead guards lay on either side, their heads a distance away.

Smoke drifted lazilly out of the opening, and the only thing that could be seen was a giant fountain, a wide open lobby, and smoke. To their Force attuned senses, they felt death, and only death within. If that had been all though, they could've left then.

However, blasterfire could be heard within the mansion. Lights flashed through the windows. There was still a fight of some sort going on. Thus, the Jedi were obligated to enter. Regardless of how scary it looked.

Malificus might have knowledge of their coming, he might not. But he was obviously going for the slicer, and this was the best chance the Jedi had to stop him...

"I got a baaad feeling about this," muttered Sheena.

Tal glared at her. "You know, I would appreciate it if, for once, you didn't feel the need to voice that."

Thomas's eyes were covered by sunglasses. He took them off, folded them up, and placed them in a pocket in his robes.

"We're not here to feel things. We're here to kill things. Which, by the showing of the blaster lightwork, is what we're heading for."

He briskly walked forward, the lightsaber hilt in his hand. When he approached the front door. His thumb slid to the activation switch, and the white blade phazed into existence. He slashed out quickly, and the door fell asunder to the ground. It didn't slow him down a bit as he entered the mansion.

"Heh. You weren't here for the last governor's mansion..." Sheena muttered under her breath, taking her lightsabers in hand, and followed Thomas.

"There are bound to be Sith here, so everyone stay sharp." She warned the others as they filed in behind the two.

"Heard that. I was there and if I remember correctly, I was the one who got the droids fire aimed away from us."

Lightsaber held tightly in his hand but deactivated, Tal followed the others, moving cautiously and ready for anything.

"Hey, Thomas, I not sure if you've noticed, but this mission isn't about you, or your immature obsession with killing."

Darb kept behind the others, his lightsaber in his hand. It was eerilly quiet in the lobby. The most visible bit of still-active fighting was on a higher level. Blaster fire could be seen, but slowly it was stopping.

There was a single repulsorlift still on the ground. It was the only way up.

"I never said that it was about me. However, if you think that being sent on a mission to destroy a powerful dark lord isn't about killing, then you should still be back at the academy."

Thomas turned and gave a smirk.

"Or do you believe that this is about apprehending him? You think you're just going to walk up and say 'Pardon me, Darth Maleficus. If you wouldn't mind, could you possibly find some time in your schedule to be put into court for your actions?'. No, the sith is going to fight to the death. They will fight with the intention of killing us. I'm just giving them the same treatment."

He reached up, and pulled a single strand of blonde hair from his head. He dropped it on his blade, and smiled as it fizzled into ash.

"The treatment scum like them deserve."

He walked onto the lift, and waited for the others to get on.

"I never said I wasn't intent on killing them, I was commenting on your whole stuck up asshole attitude. 'Oh, I get angry easily, I use Vaapad so that makes me so immensely superior so I should act like my job is to be a bloody assasin.' Newsflash. We aren't assasins. We aren't murderers. I don't give a flying mynock about whether or not you're angry!"

Darb onto the lift as well, and opened up a panel. No power. He touched his fingers to the wires and started a small flow of electricity.

"You act like a spoiled child who lost his favorite pet. If you'd even tried to join the military, you'd commit suicide because they don't take that kind of shit."

"I don't fuckin' expect you to care. I don't fuckin' give a damn about your military. I was called in to kill things. It's what I do. It's the reason I haven't been stripped of my Jedi status as it is."

He pulled down his hood and brushed his hair away from his eyes.

"You don't like my attitude? Fine. You don't like my methods? Fine. I'm just here until Mr. Skywalker believes that you guys can handle it on your own again. So let's get up there, kill some Sith, and go home."

"What makes you think you're so powerful and oh so important that only your immaturity keeps you as a Jedi? Ever think that maybe Master Skywalker hopes that you'd grow up and be a successful Jedi?"

Darb smirked slightly even as he dug deeper into the wires, looking for the faulty fuse.

"Ever think that maybe you're going to be kicked out of the Order if you don't grow up? That you're just here until there's enough Jedi to allow picking and choosing?"

Darb came out, and called out, "Hey, does anyone has something electronic I can scrap?"

Then he turned back and looked down on Thomas. "And maybe you should care about the military. With your obsession with killing, it would certainly seem that you fancy yourself some kind of soldier. Except real soldiers don't revel in killing."

"Darb! Thomas! STOP IT." Sheena yells, looking at both of them sternly. "We're here to stop a sith lord, and if the two of you are going to do nothing but argue, you can leave right now. I'd face Darth Maleficus myself than have you two squabbling and compromising the mission. No ally is better than a disfunctional ally."

She calmed down quickly, and handed Darb her blaster, "Here. This might work."