Tarix had calmed down a bit on the ride over, trying to figure out how she could get herself, and Aven, out of this mess. "Maximum s'curity prison on Coruscant, I feel pretty special k'know" she said to Aven, "ain't every day y'get t'become on'oth'e galaxy's most wan'ed."

"Shall I ready our ship?"

Havec nodded. "I'll meet you there with the materials we'll need, and I'll leave a message for Raziel before we head off" she said, smiling and walking off towards her room.

She moved quite quickly in her preparations, once she arrived. Cloak, a change of clothes, a second cloak that had been energy compressed to fit into a hollow compartment of her lightsaber and a large roll of fabric all went into a bag as she dictated a message to be passed on to Raziel and two of the padawans, informing them of where she and Steelven had gone. A few other little tools went into the bag as well, and Havec smiled a little in the luxury of packing a few extras on this particular trip to the Jedi temple. Quickly prepared and ready, she headed off to find Steelven again at the shuttle bay.

((I've noticed your posts seem to be getting shorter, Registeel- please try to keep them at least a couple of full sentences long. Repeated one-liners are frowned upon.))

(( Sorry, couldn't think of anything else...but this will be better! I promise!))

Steelven had everthing set. Lesse... let's check everything... coordinates for Coruscant are set, emergency supplies are loaded, fuel is 100% full, and all engines are a-ok. Now I just have to wait for Havec and then we can lift off. He went to the outside of ship and stood by the door to make sure Havec got to the right ship. The ship was very sleek. It had a silver coating, two hidden blasters, and it could outrun almost any ship. The amazing part was he had had built it himself, from scratch.

Havec arrived quickly, still wearing her Sith clothes, although her bag was plain brown and quite Jedi-like. It took her a moment to spot Steelven, and she seemed a little surprised to find him standing behind the silver ship. "Well, time is of the essence" she muttered to herself, walking over to where her fellow Lord stood.

Steelven instantly spotted Havec approaching the ship. "Well, it's about time you got here!" he said sarcastically. "Actually, you got here faster than I thought you would! Well, c'mon aboard!" He signaled for Havec to enter. He got to the piloting seat, and started the engines. This is it. I'm going to meet the Jedi in my first hopefully non-violent discussion. It's amazing how times change...

"She's really quite a beautiful ship" muttered Havec, half to herself, as she got on board and wondered how she could convince the Coruscant defenses that this was a standard Jedi vehicle. "I don't suppose you know your measurements offhand, Steelven? With this ship it shouldn't take us more than a night to reach the Jedi's temple, so I'd like to get started on your disguise."

"Sure thing. We can start...now!" He slammed on the accelarator and the ship was off. He set into autopilot and stretched. "Well, I guess it's 'costume' time." Steelven didn't really fuss with clothing that much. He only wore his Sith robe over his body. He could take off the metal armoring protecting his torso and legs, but he never did. I've never told Havec what else besides my face that's still alive. It can wait though.

"The Jedi costume is really pretty simple, but each Jedi creates their own robes by hand as part of their training" said Havec, "a process which is difficult to replicate by machine, so I find it easier to just replicate their methods instead." She took out what looked to be a wicker basket, except it was made of iron, and her bolt of cloth. From the basket, she removed a measuring tape. "I'll need to take a few measurements, first, or you could take them yourself if you'd prefer."

"Go ahead-be my guest." He spread his arms out so that Havec could get a good measurement. I hope she doesn't think that I want her to measure me, even though I do... and there I go again, spacing out with fantasies... GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF STEVENO, you aren't that close yet.

Havec took his measurements with the ease of much practice- wrist to wrist, neck to waist and around the waist. She lingered for just a moment with one hand around his waist, as if double checking her numbers, then returned to her seat and recorded them in a small paper notebook, which looked rather ancient and arcane sitting next a moving map of the space they were flying through.

"Would you like to help with a bit of the sewing?" she asked, pulling out the first bolt of fabric and marking some measured points with pins.

"Sure. I got nothing else to do until we arrive." He grabbed some fabric. "I pretty much know what to do." He extended his extra right hand out and grabbed a needle. He then began to sew. This is so tedious yet so relaxing. I should take up knitting when i get too old to wield a lightsaber in combat.

Havec cut off three large swatches with her lightsaber, searing the edges and removing the need for a seem to prevent fraying. She gathered up the opposite sleeve from the one Steelven had started, beginning to sew in neat, quick stitches.

Steelven was amazed at how fast Havec was sewing. Geeze! What does she do, practice 5 hours a day? He realized that he was slowing down, so he picked up the pace. You know, I'm not sure if I should look like a droid at the conference. It might make me look heartless, which I am not. But I'm also not sure if should disobey what Havec said... arrgh... why is it I who always gets the dilemmas? ... You know, the last time a Jedi wasn't trying to kill me was a long time ago. It was after he rescued me and took me to the Jedi temple. They saw potential in me, but then I was kidnapped and stranded with that Sith Knight on Yavin 2. It was from there... whoops! I'm rambling in my mind again. Better pick up the sewing pace.

((Time skip, and my last post for the night ))

The finished robe did not take long to make- the pattern was exceedingly simple and Havec's pace increased when she showed off a little, running a second needle with her force powers to sew from two ends. "Well it's not pretty" she said, turning the last sleeve right side out and shaking out the rather plain brown garment, "but it will do. Try it on."

He smiled. "Why, that's very good." He started to laugh a bit. "In fact we should start a fashion business!" he said sarcastically. He actually thought it looked pretty good, despite it being so quickly made.

Raziel walked in with a large pile of books in his hands, he was headed to the medical bay when a droid came up and handed him a hologramatic device, it had a flashing green light so he figured it had a message on it, he put it on top of the books and walked into the medical bay, he put the books on a table that was next to rahabs bed, he then held the device in his hand and said "replay final entry", a hologram of havec then appeared, "raziel, me and steelven have gone to coruscant, aven and one of my accosiates have gotten themselves captured, we will be back in a few days, i have also given a message to two of the padawans, terminate program" and then the hologramatic device turned off, "well i guess i'm in charge for a few days" raziel said as he put the device in his pocket.

"I somehow don't think 'Sith and Sith: Fashion For Jedis' would catch on" laughed Havec, pulling out her own cloak. "I need to do my own disguise now, of course- could you ask the computer how long we have until we near Coruscant?"

"Can do." He walked over to the main computer and pressed some buttons. The computer read "Approximatly 53 minutes till landing."
"Whoah! We're that close already?" He went back to his seat near Havec. "You'd better sew that one very quickly; we have about 53 minutes until we arrive."

"It doesn't need sewing, just glue" she said, smiling. "I have a few natural defenses against being recognized, but I've always found it can't hurt to take a few extra measures." As she spoke, she pulled out several pieces of thin, flexible rubber from her bag, along with a mirror and several jars of various paints and mixes.

"Well, that looks very...exotic." Steelven then began to check himself. I got all four of my lightsabers, but I think I'll just use two. I have my mask, and all of my mech armor is on. I think I'm good to go.

Havec worked quickly, gluing on the prosthetics and beginning to dab on paint with a fine sponge made solely for that task. The makeup made her look far older, although she made no attempt to disguise her already quite rare species. "You'll have to be careful with the Jedi, Steelven- any display of emotion is a sign of weakness to them, and we need to appear far stronger than we are if we want to work with them on even footing" she said as she worked.

"What, didn't you know my middle name is monotone?" he said jokingly. "I can put on a good cover up for myself; don't you worry." With my mask and armor on, I'll look just like a droid. The perfect disguise!

"They'll try to provoke us, as well" said Havec, "the Sith of old were known for their anger, and the Jedi believe it weakened them. They may not seem the type, but their remarks can sting."

Raziel went down to the dormswith the two padawans that were to be taking the leadership trials to address the younglings, they walked in and saw that it was absolute chaos, laughing, screaming, chairs being thrown across the room, "QUIET!" raziel shouted, the younglings immediatly setled down, the padawans went to go fix things that were broken while raziel talked to the younglings, "thats better, now master havec and master steelven have gone away to coruscant on private matters, i am taking effective command of the temple, i also have janos and magnus taking the leadership trials" he said as he gestured to the two padawans, "i will, along with the help of others, be taking your classes" raziel said, "and if i'm not mistaken, i believe you have your dinner now, and after that you have meditation, you're dismissed" raziel said, the younglings then walked out of the dorms and off to dinner.