Utobuk gazed around the passenger area of the ship. A few jedi had been in, and by the looks of the boxes of ammo around them, were preparing to assault the Temple on foot.

Utobuk scratched behind his ear, then checked the cocckpit. It was empty. He turned around, and came face to face with a Jedi Padawan.

The Jedi held a deactivated Saber in his hand, but quickly pressed the power stud, the blue blade appearing with a snap hiss .

Utobuk pulled his own saber out, only activating one end. It was too cramped for him to use both ends without damaging any equipment. This must be quick

Utobuk stepped forward, sweeping his Orange-bronze blade, meeting the Padawan's saber with his own.

The Jedi stumbled back, feeling the full force of the dark side working against him. Utobuk grinned evilly, and pushed his advantage. Slowly, the wookiee forced the Jedi backwards into the passenger compartment.

The Jedi suddenly launched a flurry of attacks, driving Utobuk back. Utobuk rumbled. Padawan's were so reckless. With the force, Utobuk sent a box of supplies flying at the back of the Jedi's head.

Whirling around, the Padawan caught it with his blade, giving Utobuk the opening he wanted. He stabbed, the Jedi cried out, then crumbled to the floor.

Utobuk looked around, then began lifting unconscious jedi onto a large tarp. When he was done, Utobuk grabbed to corners, and pulled them into an escape pod.

Utobuk returned to the cocckpit. He rumbled thoughtfully, his hands resting lightly on the controls. This ship was very similar to the one Han Solo and Chewbacca piloted. It also bore the Jedi sign, which would work for Utobuk....

Utobuk's imagination cooked up a vision. He saw himself, standing in the council chamber, the full Sith Council assembled. Master Steelven was standing, recounting the story of how Utobuk bravely took the Jedi transport, then flew it right into the Jedi's flag ship, and took the bridge on his own.

Darth Zeraii then stood, and said how Utobuk had surpassed their expectations, and that he would be instantly premoted to Master, and given a spot on the council....

The vision faded. Utobuk grinned. He sat down in the pilot's chair, and activated the engines. Taking off, Utobuk entered space. He released the escape pod, turned around, targetted it, and fired two brilliant bolts of light.

The struck the pod, and it exploded, killing the unconscious occupants instantly. Utobuk grinned, then turned around, making haste for the Jedi Flag ship.

(Huh? That wasn't Semarv I was talking about, and you never were in space attaking me... And how was it godmodding? A mean, someone fell for a trap, so what? This is starting to feel like The Legend of Tacid: The Fall of The Empire; the RP is a "Puppet" RP meaning you have no slight conteol over the plot, you just act out as the owner decides everything. Please, don't ruin my mood any more than what DNA did, thank you.)

((Sorry, I should have been more clear. When you saw a sith master ship appear out of nowhere, I assumed you knew. But hey, no harm done. We'll just say Semmarv attacked a different ship and you eradicated a different Sith master (truly a loss, since the sith have like only 3 or 4 masters). although he got fried by a turbolaser, since the superlasers on each flagship were malfunctioning.))

(Oh, I edited all the Superlasers to Turbolasers in my post. I think I skipped a page by accedent or something by mistake, because that would have been the cause. Since this RP is more serious and more expectant than most, I'm going to have too think a little for my next post.)

Utobuk approached the massive Mon Calamari cruiser, nervously tugging on the controls. He had encountered little resistance on the way over, though a sith fighter had tagged him with a few spurts of laser fire, but was chased away by a Jedi's X Wing.

Next to him, the comm unit began blinking, signaling an incoming message. Utobuk's hand hesitated over his translator's mask, but instead activated the comm unit. Many Jedi knew how to understand Wookiee, and Utobuk didn't feel like using his translator mask.

A gruff voice came over the comm unit. "Quantum Saber to unidentified jedi transport, please return to the battle. I repeat, please return to the battle. We're getting creamed out there!"

Utobuk thought before speaking, then sent his message back, being as short and brief as possible, letting the force guide his words.

"A burned out engine?", the voice said, replying to Utobuk's growls. As he said this, Utobuk quickly rerouted power to the left engine, and blew it out.

Utobuk growled an affirmative. The man grumbled, and said," You know, a burn out isn't really serious. You could still fight...."

Utobuk roared and angry challenge through the mike. "Calm down, calm down!", the man cried," Okay, we've got a space open. But, stick around, fixing this engine shouldn't take but half an hour.


That's not long enough Utobuk thought, but snapped a quick comment through the mike, and cut the message.

Setting the ship on auto pilot, Utobuk headed to the engine room. He gazed at the engine he burned out, which had a red warning light flashing above it.

He unclipped his lightsaber, and hacked at important components, severing and fusing them together. He stepped back, giving a satisfied grunt. This was definately going to take longer than half an hour. Definately.

The boarding ramp lowered slowly, and Utobuk bounded down cautiously, using a force technique to see everything without actually turning his head.

The Jedi hangar was packed with fighters, most of them damaged and under heavy repairs. Squads of mechanics, droids, and soldiers were all running about, trying to fix the ships and send them back out into the battle.

Heading straight toward Utobuk's ship, flanked by a mechanic, a gruff man with an unshaven face, sunken, and grizzly gray hair signaled to Utobuk, waving a clip board in the air, and complaining to apparently no one.

"We're stretching our work force to thin! I say we work on the fighters with less serious damage, while only a couple mechanics work on any heavily damaged and close to falling apart ships. Here, that's the light freighter that has a burned out engine." As he came closer, Utobuk noticed a wireless comlink clipped to his ear. Apparently, he was communicating to somebody higher in rank to him, because he quickly said through th mike "Yes sir. Right away, sir."

Utobuk growled something as he came closer. The man glanced up sharply, and, in the same gruff voice Utobuk had heard over the comm unit, said," You don't think this will take half an hour, eh? Well, we'll see. If it's something serious, I'm afraid you may not be able to return to the battle. Name's Traylo, by the way."

He said this all very fast. Utobuk rumbled somethingin Wookieespeak, and Traylo nodded, and said," Well, Utobuk, why don't you show me the problem?"

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Back in the engine room, Utobuk pointed gruffly at the slashed engine, not saying anything.

"Dear, dear. Looks like this is a serious problem. Looks like a lightsaber. What happened; did a Sith sneak aboard and ambushed you?"

Stupid Jedi wanna be, Utobuk thought, as he absently replied that it had been something like that.

Traylo glanced at his data pad, and began flicking files, until he stopped abruptly. "That's odd", he said," It's marked down here that you fly a Stealth X."

Utobuk's stomach lurched. He had forgotten about his spy assignment! He quickly covered, saying that he had been part of the Jedi strike team, and had to take this ship when his Stealth X had a crash landing.

Traylo looked at him with questioning eyes, but glanced at his data pad again, scrolling down. "Well, that's a bummer. I particularly like Stealth X's. Sorry about your ship."

So am I, Utobuk thought miserably. But, he was glad he had covered so quickly.

"Well, what is this?", Traylo said, looking down at his Datapad, eyes wide with shock and suspicion. Utobuk glanced over his shoulder, and felt his stomach give another horrifying lurch. Traylo had pulled up Utobuk's file. There was a picture of the wookiee, in all his splendorous fur. And there, right next to his name and ship information, was a sign that made Utobuk wish he hadn't tried to save the other Sith earlier.

"That's weird", Traylo continued," You've been marked as a-." He didn't finish his sentence, because Utobuk had decided to act, sweeping his right arm, sharp claws fully extended, and digging into Traylo's face.

Utobuk looked sadly at the man, and ripped upwards, tearing Traylo's jaw off and sending him lifelessly to the floor.

Utobuk grimaced as he caught site of his bloody claws. Another thing against his wookiee status. Any Wookiee that used his claws like an animal, using them to murder instead of using them as important tools, was instantly branded a "Mad Claw", and would instantly become an out cast.

But that problem was quickly pushed out of his mind as he encountered another problem. Utobuk sensed that another life form was making his way up the boarding ramp. The mechanic who was with Traylo!

Utobuk's plan had become bad, but just became worse, as Utobuk relized his hand was now covered in blood. And even if he did kill the mechanic without alarming someone, how was he supposed to cross the hangar without someone noticing a blood stained, furry hand?

Utobuk moaned. This was not one of his best plans.

((Sorry, been busy with back-to-school. :/ Backalacka though! ))

Steelven charged the Hunter. They exchanged furious blows, with Steelven on the offensive.

My mechanical arms should be giving me an advantage... but he's still able to balance me out with just one lightsaber!

The Hunter began to turn the tables. His attacking arms was moving so rapidly, it amazed Steelven. The Hunter twirling his lightsaber so as to block all four of Steelven's blades, and keep the offensive all the same.

The Hunter grunted. He then brought his lightsaber down low and put his other hand on it.

He's going to attempt a two handed strike! I must parry!

Steelven thrust two arms out in attempt to stop the Hunter's blade, and to leave him open for a strike with Steelven's mechanical hands. Steelven's lightsabers indeed stopped the Hunter's blade.

But after just two seconds, Steelven heard grinding gears. The Hunter's lightsaber began moving free and toward's Steelven's chest.

Impossible! But how?

Upon closer examination of the Hunter's main hand, Steelven saw that it was the source of the gear-grinding noise. It was a mechanical hand.

That explains... time to fight mech with mech!

Steelven moved his mechanical arms to block the Hunter's lightsaber. A slow struggle ensued. Steelven began to sweat.

My mechanical arms... are beginning to taxate my internal system. I can't keep them out much longer...gotta finish this sooner.

Utobuk stayed still, head cocked as he listened to the resounding foot steps above him. This worked perfectly, he thought. Utobuk had a knack for finding good hiding places, and he had done it again. He had found a hidden compartment in the ship like he had known it was there. It was a special gift. Instruction at the Sith Temple had taught him it was through his connection with the force could he do this.

The mechanic was now stomping over the compartment, heading to the engine room. "Traylo?", he called nervously. He stepped off the fake piece of floor that was really the hatch that concealed Utobuk. Very quietly, Utobuk cautiously pushed the false floor open, aiming his Bowcaster through the gap. He took careful aim, and fired.

The sound of the discharging blaster echoed off the wall, and the brilliant red bolt hit the mechanic squarely in the back. He fell silently, dead before he hit the floor.

Utobuk hopped out of the passage, then stuffed the mechanic into it, retrieving the dead Traylo from the engine room and placing him inside as well. Don't want any trouble from nosy Jedi, Utobuk thought, making his way to the cargo hull.

Rummaging through the supplies, he finally found what he was looking for; a small tank of engine oil. Cutting it open with his lightsaber, Utobuk dipped his bloody hand into the substance, coating it black, concealing the blood. I'm in a hangar; nobody will look twice at a wookiee with oil on him/

Utobuk snuffled, and bounded out of the freighter. He walked slower than he wanted to, careful to keep his face pointed down, so the enemy didn't recognize him, incase someone also knew he was a traitor.

Finally, he reached the back of the hangar, and walked through the automatic door. He found himself in a hall way. Utobuk frowned. He didn't know his away around the Quantum Saber. Luckily, a protocol droid just approached him, and said," Hello. You seem a little lost. I am D45I, a guide droid for this ship."

An explosion rocked the ship, and the droid nearly lost its footing. "Dear me, I do think organic life shouldn't be killing each other."

Utobuk, somewhat surprised, felt the words strike home. He shook his head, clearing his thoughts. The Jedi attacked us. They blamed us for the disappearance of their Master.

Utobuk contomplated what to do, then calmly reached forward, and ripped the droids head off. It gave a whail, then was silent. Utobuk made his way to an abandoned room, which turned out to be a cleaning supply closet. He shut and locked the door, then detached wires from the droid's head. Pulling out his data pad, he began connecting the two, till he finally had access to the droid's data chip. He downloaded the area schimatics. Utobuk smiled. Things were looking up.

Utobuk glanced at his data pad, double checking his position. This is it...

He pulled out his lightsaber, and cut away a small metal grill on the vent above his head.

Utobuk pulled himself up, and glanced around in the cramp compartment. He checked his data pad a third time, making sure this was the vent that led directly to the command bridge. It was. But something else caught his eye....

This vent passed directly over a room named heavy weapons....

Utobuk probed the room with the force, until he was pøsitive it was empty.

Cutting a hole in the vent, he dropped silently into the armory, landing like a cat on all fours.

Utobuk glanced around curiously. There was the standard issue blasters, grenades, and Vibro Blades, but something else caught his eye.

Utobuk's eyes glinted as he spotted an armored case propped up against the wall. He wormed one claw into the lock, and turned. It gave a click, and he silently slid it off. Then, he opened the crate.

Utobuk gasped. This was some heavy duty fire power! It contained two weapons; an assault cannon, and a Rail Charge gun. Utobuk blinked, and grabbed them both, strapping them across his back.

Utobuk hurled himself into the vent, and squirmed toward the command bridge. It was a difficult journey, with his two new found weapons hampering him slightly, but before he knew it, Utobuk picked up voices. Ears perking, he silently crawled forward, until he was directly overherad the voices.

Peering through a slotted vent, Utobuk could make out four people within his range of site; two humans, one dressed in jedi robes, a bothan, and the pink, bulbous head of a bith.

The non force sensitive human was gazing at a data screen, rattling off orders to the bith, who was relaying them through a mike. The jedi stood at a large window, the bothan at his side, both gazing out of the window. Utobuk could sense the force flowing through both of them, connecting them. So, a master and his apprentice.

Suddenly, the other human (Utobuk assumed he was the captain), turned to the jedi, and snarled," We're getting our asses handed to us out there! Can't you do something about this? My men are dying!"

The Master did not turn, but replied,"Well, the Sith seemed to know when we were coming. If you had run extensive back ground checks like I told you, then we would have had the element of surprise."

The Captain scowled at him, and retorted," Well, what's done is done. But are you sure you can't help out? I mean, you can use the force!"

The bothan turned around, his snow white fur bristling in anger, and said,"The force isn't there for use in battles only. It surrounds us. It is us. And don't think we're doing nothing. Our plan is about to be put into action. We're going to-"

"Quiet!", The Master hissed. He wasn't looking out the window anymore. His head was tilted to one side, his eyes closed.

"What's wrong, Master?" The bothan seemed genuinely concerned.

The Jedi grinned, and said,"It seems somone is listening in on our conversation." And with that, Utobuk felt a surge in the force, and the vent beneath him suddenly split open. Yelping in surprise, he fell through, right infront of the two jedi.

As Utobuk tumbled to the floor, everyone but the Jedi Master stared in surprise.

Scowling, Utobuk jumped to his feet, reaching for his lightsaber....

But just as he felt it, it snapped off his belt, flying into the master's open hand, while the rest of his weapons stacked themselves neatly at the master's feet.

Utobuk roared, coiling the dark side of the force within him like a snake about to strike its prey, but lost focus as the cool metal of a blaste pressed to the back of his skull.

"Come, Sith scum. To the prison block." Raising his hands in defeat, Utobuk could do nothing but comply.

((Thanks for killing the hunter. I was beginning to wonder when he would die.))

Utobuk sat in his cell, which was a room with steel walls, and a small steel door with a tiny port hole. He sat on a metal bunk, knees drawn to his chest.

Suddenly, the door opened, the the Jedi Mater that had captured him entered the room. Utobuk noticed that he didn't have a lightsaber for protection.

The Jedi gave Utobuk a curious look, and said," So. How does a wookiee with a droid leg come to the Sith Order?"

Utobuk scowled at him, and growled that he had been given an extroardinary chance to be something other than a wookiee outcast.

The Jedi smiled at him sadly, and said," Having your soul poisoned by evil isn't what I would consider an 'extroardinary chance.'"

Utobuk replied, saying that the Jedi were too narrow minded, while the Sith studied both sides of the force, so they could use it to achieve ultimate power.

The Jedi walked over to a small porthole in the wall, staring out at the battle, and said," The Light side of the force does not recognize those who use anger, hate, fear, jealousy, greed, and the other darkness in people. The Sith have fooled you."

Utobuk ignored this, and returned to staring at the wall. This Jedi was getting annoying.

The Jedi turned around, and said,"You're Utobuk, correct? One of the Sith spies that were planted in our fleet, right?"

Utobuk gave a gruff nod, still not speaking.

The Jedi continued, saying," You said being a sith was better than being a Wookiee outcast. Care to share how this happened?"

Surprised by this question, Utobuk contemplated if it really mattered if the Jedi knew what happened. So, being as breif as possible, Utobuk told about how he had descended into the lower forest to harvest the silken strands of the Syren plant. But, he had been attacked by a ferocious creature, and a branch he had been standing on had broken clean off, and Utobuk had fallen farther into the forest.

Utobuk hesitated now, but continued, since the Jedi seemed genuinely interested. It was painful to tell his story, but Utobuk was beginning to feel a weight lift from his shoulders. Diving back to his story, Utobuk said how he had been able to grab a strong branch, but his leg had brushed the petals of the deadly plant. It snapped shut, and bit his leg off.

Utobuk again paused, remembering the flash of pain he had experienced. It had been a difficult climb up to the surface, and he had been attacked by the same creature that caused the branch to break. That was how he got the scars.

Ending his story, Utobuk said that he hadn't bothered coming home, since he knew his family would never except him now that he had been maimed in such a way. So, he fled the planet.

The Jedi stared silently at him, then said, slowly," You say that you're an outcast, yet you've never hear your family say so. You are dishonoring your wookiee heritage by being a Sith. You know that the wookiees were once enslaved by your order."

Utobuk scowled at him, and said he would never be accepted by taking a robotic leg. Replacing nature with technology was not the wookiee way.

The Jedi pondered his next words, and said,"No, it's not. But you haven't replaced anything. You've molded your body with technology; nature and machinery coexisting together. Is that not the wookiee way?"

Now Utobuk was speechless. The Jedi opened the the door, and levitated in two items; Utobuk's lightsaber, and his bowcaster. Staring at Utobuk, the Jedi said," These two items represent your two cultures, which cannot coexist. By choosing one, you will immediately abandon the other. The lightsaber represents your Sith culture, while your bowcaster represents your wookiee culture. You must choose; be a wookiee, and abandon the sith, or become a sith, and abandone the wookiees."

Utobuk didn't know what to do.[/u]

((lol, I remember that form of droid stupidity from KOTOR))

Utobuk was throw from his bunk as a large explosion rocked the ship. The Jedi lost his focus, and the weapons fell to the floor with a clatter.

The Jedi got up, and withdrew his vibrating Comm Link.

The Bothan's voice came over the speaker system, sounding worried,"Master! Our shield generator has been taken out! From the inside!"

The Jedi scowled, and replied," Start your investigation around the generator room. I'll be on the bridge in a few minutes."

Frustrated, the Jedi cut the line, and turned to Utobuk, saying," You were obviously not alone. I see your plan now. Attempt to take the bridge, and if you're captured, keep us tied up with you while your-"

The jedi stopped, eyeing the blade of Utobuk's lightsaber, which he had retrieved when the Jedi was distracted by his Padawan. Utobuk was now holding it to the Jedi's neck.

"I guess you choose your Sith path", the Jedi said quietly. Utobuk grunted an affirmative, and cut the Jedi's head off, tumbling to the floor and rolling into the corner.

Utobuk stood there, thinking about his next move. Well, I guess I should find the sabotuer. He seems to be a Sith agent. And he took off.

(( *cries profusly* ))

((Sorry, lots of Physics and Precalculus homework as of late, that and the phone lines being down for that past few days -.-;; Stupid low quality country phone lines...

I haven't yet decided what to have happened to Steelven after Semmarv killing the Hunter {since a bit of time has passed}, so bear with me. If need be you can have Steelven pop up somewhere and ask him to help you or w/e floats your boat; then I could re-assume control. ))

Utobuk hesitated at a corner, and withdrew the data pad he had taken from the Jedi, checking the map. The shield generator was close to here. Which also meant the possibility of running into some unwanted enemies.

Scrolling through the map, Utobuk searched for the agent's next likely target. The Sith Agents were trained in the art of sabotage, and each target had to be dealt with swift and efficiently. They also needed to make every hit count.

Utobuk thought about what a captain would do after learning his shields were down. Capital ships without shields are only targets. So, he'd have to retreat.

Utobuk had two ideas. Either the engine room, or the hyperdrive. And Utobuk knew that the ship had to be travelling at a moderate rate before making the jump to hyper space.

Utobuk grinned, then made for the engine room.