Tarix grinned, showing two rows of sharp yellow-white fangs, with a few silver ones in places. She fired again, aiming high and collapsing a small portion of the outside roof onto three of their attackers.

Avenger smiled back, and then put his idea into plan. He quickly direct the blaster he'd stolen over to another piece of cover, then aimed it blindly and, using his force powers, fired it. Now the Raiders had another enemy. Just as Avenger had hoped, at an order from the leader, the raiders directed some of their fire at the piece of cover he had fired from. He repeated the process several times until it seemed, to the Raiders, that they were fighting against at least 15 enemies. Thinking they were greatly outnumbered, the leader ordered a retreat. "Fighting is not the only way out of a battle," Avenger said.

Without futher conversation, Avenger hurried into the corridor that he believed would lead him to the central command center. Though the technology around him was intruiging, and it's historical value must ahve been enourmous, he realised the sense in Tarix word and resolved to come back another day, after the trouble had died down.

"Yes, we of us can," replied Avenger, "perhaps the reason the Raiders did not enter was because they were afraid of something. I think there was a base for their fear though, for I can sense a powerful presence residing at the center of this structure." Avenger rounded another corner, and bumped into something out of place. There, just lying in the hallway, was a little astro droid. It was white in colour mostly, but sections of it were painted a deep purple. "Well this is an interesting development," said Avenger as he picked up the droid, reached around behind it, and found the "on" switch. He pressed it in with a slight click and the droid whirred to life. A few of it's lights flashed and it gave a few testing beeps before whizzing over to a control panel on the wall and plugging itself in. Before they knew it, the ship had been powered up. Lights flicked on in the roof ahead and appliances in what must have been a nearby kitchen began to test their functions after the long sleep.

Tarix was speechless and wide eyed. "This thing… works?" she said, bewildered. "****, they sure as **** don't make 'em like they used to. Let's hope that dark presence thing's afraid o'the light er somethin', though, 'cus I don't fancy this ship takin' off with it and us onboard."

"I never said it was dark, just... powerful." As the pair grew closer to the central sphere, Avenger began to notice something interesting about this powerful presence. It was not only one presence, it seemed to be thousands of souls all merged into one powerful presence. At the center of all these presences there was one that he could recognise faintly, as a memory from his past. He rounded the final corner and came across a large door, seperating him from these thousands of presences. Nervous, he reached over to the door control console, shaking slightly.

Raziel and the younglings arrived at the practice hall and walked in, "ok now lets begin with a practice run, computer could you set it to the lowest difficulty" raziel said, around 30 service droids came into the room, "ok children lets see some of your skills" raziel said and with that the younglings started to turn the droids into scrap metal.

"Well I'm highly doubtin' anything alive in 'here's gonna be pink and furry with big blue eyes" said Tarix, looking about nervously. "The main control room's through there, y'gonna open it or what?"

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OOC:

Three more pics to show off ^_^

Finally, a pic of her I'm willing to show the world. Her feet are off, though- I noticed when I scanned it that I'd drawn full talons again instead of talon-paws like she's supposed to have:
One

There wasn't much detail about the hair and face, so I improvised. I got drow-ish vibes, so I went with 'em:
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And, because watching There She Is Step 2: Cake Dance over and over again makes you do strange, strange things, I actually attempted a couples pic:
Three

As they were heading for the droid, Steelven kept thinking of different droid models, trying to get an idea of what he was going to go look at. Hmmm... this droid model is very old. I think I battled alot of them once, alongside Braditth (the guy he fought on Hoth, remember?). That's where I got my top left arm severly wounded.

The record room was not far, and Havec moved quickly over to the droid's case when they entered. "It's a little dusty, I'm afraid, even with the casing. It's supposed to be a display piece, not a real working robot" she said, walking to the control panel beside the plexiglass case and punching in a few numbers. "Authorization Havec, by the skinny queen's fifty first egg" she told the control panel, causing the case to slide open.

Wow, this droid really is old! he thought as he started to dust off the robot. "Well, this certainly has been inactive for quite some time. Can we use this for anything anymore?"

"Well if Sith are getting visions about them wandering the streets, they certainly could end up a threat" replied Havec, pulling off one of her bracelets. "It probably needs an energy boost to work at all, though, one moment." She pulled open a panel at the back of the droid, reworking a few wires and attaching the "gem" of the bracelet, a disguised power coil, to the droid's power center

"Hmm... it's strange to see somone re-use the same model type of droid that was used so long ago. Do you think that there is more behind this than meets the eye?"

"It's possible that the abandoned ship Aven saw really does contain old droids, like this one, but to get them all operational again seems like it would be pretty difficult. I can't think of any one group with the manpower to make them work, and the will to use them. Aside from us, perhaps" she said, taking a step back to examine the droid. She stole a quick look at Steelven's face, trying to read his reactions to the possibility of a droid army.

"An army of droids... I already see a flaw in a plan such as that." he said confidently. "Battle droids such as that need to all be controlled by on central control station. If the control station is destroyed, all the droids become useless, such as the current state of this one." Steelven was sure of his theory, since this strategy was used to end the Battle of Naboo many years ago.

"Thank goodness for the old droid's weakness" she said, "as long as it's not overridden. With today's technology, a control transfer protocol might be possible- they could split control over two, or three control stations. Steelven, if these get out in the hands of someone who wants to hurt the galaxy…"

"...then they'd create horror and terror, which is why we, the Sith, shall go to all ends to make sure that this doesn't happen! I'm ready for anything now!" And he certainly was ready to defend innocent lives.

"We should create a computer simulation based on this droid for the young ones- if it comes to it, even they may have to fight" said Havec quietly, sounding worried. "The padawans, too, and all off-base knights that we can contact. And for us- I don't think any of us has ever had to fight an army like this."

"You're right. We all need to be prepared." Steelven was worried that the younglings were at risk. He knew they had training, but was it enough? He hoped that Havec's training suggestion would prepare them for the worst.

((Well, I'm heading offline. I have things to do. Also, tomorrow's my last day of school! *Does the Chansey Dance* Hopefully I'll get even more online time during the summer. See ya later))

Havec was silent for a moment, staring at the ancient droid. She reached out with her left talon, brushing her hand against Steelven's, then almost seemed to think better of it and pulled away. "I'd better get in touch with Tarix and Aven, perhaps they've discovered something that could be of use to us" she said, looking at the empty case that had previously housed the droid.

"Y-Yes, yes of course..." Avenger reached the last few centimeters to the control panel and flipped the switch. The door slid open silently to reveal a huge room, with control panels lining the walls. At the center there was another huge control panel, semicircular in shape, with a large chair in the middle. Avenger walked slowly into the room, he could feel the presence emanating from the chair. When he was only meters away from the chair it swung around, revealing the man that had been sitting there. It was a tall man, swathed in black, with a similar black cowl covering his face. "Do you like the look of your new emperor?" the man in the cloak said. His voice was amazing, it seemed to be a thousand whispers, all made into one. Then the man in the cloak pulled down his cowl to reveal his identity. The face that Avenger saw was one that had plagued his dreams and fuelled his anger for thousands of years.

"Hello, my young padawan," Avenger said. "I'm not your padawan anymore, Kun!" the crazed young man screamed back. "So that is my name... Kun..." said Avenger, "well tell us, what are you doing here?" "I'm completing the final rite," the ex-padawan said "and then I shall be more powerful than any Jedi or Sith in the universe. But seeing as I'm going to kill you, I can tell you all sorts of things. I suppose the foremost in your mind is 'why did he betray me?' Isn't it obvious? It was to gain your power! In my meditations I had discovered something amazing, the ability to summon and control the spirits of the dead. I decided that the first person to kill would be someone small, insignificant, namely Padme Skywalker. It was an easy task, killing her, and even easier summoning her dead spirit to lend her power, however insignificant, to me. You, of course, were my next victim. Just like every other padawan thought of their master, I thought you were the most powerful Jedi in the galaxy, so I decided that your power, added to mine, would make me unstoppable. Anyway that doesn't matter now, since I've found one even more powerful to summon." Avenger just stared at the young padawan, "you must be mad," he said, "if you summon something too powerful it will undoubtedly control you. Well I suppose if you want bantha for dinner you have to take risks... but why, why control this droid army and attack countless numbers of innocent people?" "Isn't it obvious?" the young man laughed, as he stood up, "I want to control the galaxy, don't you remember what I said? I will be the new emperor! I will destroy all who oppose me! And since you oppose me, you'll be the first on my list. You will not defeat me, for I have the power of Jedi Master Yoda by my side!" The man shrugged off his cloak, and reached down to his waist for his lightsaber. "I have been looking forward to this moment since that day you betrayed me." Said Avenger as he drew his own lightsabers. The two of them circled around each other, waiting to see who would be the first to attack.

((gryphlame, is the second drawing of raziel?))

Raziel watched as the droids each fell to the ground, "now we're going to practice using our force powers and then we'll get back to the lightsabers" he said to the younglings, they then put away their lightsabers and stood in front of him, "ok now i want you to practice on me" he said to them, they all looked hesitant, "come on, you won't hurt me" raziel said, the youngling in front used a force push and raziel was pushed back about a metre, "thats good but you're straining it, just relax" he said and the youngling tried again and raziel went back about 6 metres, "see now that was much better" raziel said, a second youngling stepped up, it was rahab, he used a force grip on raziel and lifted him up into the air, "whoa" he said as rahab lifted him about 18 metres off the ground, "very good rahab" raziel said, rahab then gently put him on the ground, "ok now lets give you guys some more droid practice, what level were you at with master steelven?" he asked, "level 4" one of the youngling replied, "ok computer, set difficulty to level 4" raziel said, three destroyer droids rolled out of a hatch, raziel was impressed, the youngling were dodging the laser bolts quite skillfully, "ok guys keep going" he encoraged as he watched them.

((Yup, Kryten.))

"Is there somethin' I'm not getting here?" asked Tarix, "if I ain't very much mistakin', yer Sith master's got 'er sights on the rank 'o emperor, and I don't think she'd be a'lettin' a rogue Sith like this'un out on t'universe. And why d'**** is he callin' on legends w've been dead fer centuries?" As she spoke, she made wild gestures with her arms, pointing the blaster rifle at Aven's ex-padawan to emphasize her point. Her tail, meanwhile, stretched around in a loop as tightly as it could, quietly activating the silent distress beacon on her belt as she spoke and distracted with her movements.