We Will Roam

[Jairus Starvald]

“Ain’t anything worth in life without risk, my friend.”

Though Carach could understand where Tyrin’s annoyance and fear was coming from. Three highly-trained Force Masters from the same caliber as Je’gan? Unknown skillsets? Going to assault them the moment the lift doors opened on them? It wasn’t exactly a prospect that was very enticing for even the biggest adrenaline junkie.

In fact the only thing that made the Sith Lord at least partially confident in their success was Tyrin’s gauntlet - which would give them a split-second window of opportunity. It only worked against physical damage, but it might be just enough to allow them to split the attention of the Selabites and turn their training against them.

Maybe.

If they were really lucky. It was a sad thing that he wasn’t him, and couldn’t just transfer his essence from his corpse to something else if they decided to kill kill him. Something told him that if the Selabites succeeded… that not even Dark Transfer would be of incredible use.

“Get ready.” Carach said as a sense of urgency overcame him. Precognition was flaring up his senses for immediate danger - it all came down upon [member="Adekos"] reacting just in time.

No pressure.

 

[Caulder Dune]

[member="Darth Carach"]

Ding!

The elevator doors slid open, and Adekos strode out.

"Olly olly oxen free!"

Adekos was immediately greeted by a torrent of blaster fire of various calibers, mostly from turrets that had been positioned around the room. The problem was that Adekos had seen those turrets quite clearly and, naturally, desired protection from them. There wasn't a single bolt that missed his person, but they appeared to impact an expanding web of cackling, crimson electricity that appeared to surround him from the gauntlet. The tendrils lashed back and forth through the air faster than could be perceived by the unaided eye- catching blaster bolts wherever they threatened to hit he who wore the gauntlet. Someone of low understanding might have thought the tendrils would eventually miss one and Adekos would be shot dead.

This was not the case. The protection of the gauntlet was absolute, as was the fact that it could do more than that.

An invisible force ripped through the air, impacting one of the largest turrets present and causing it to explode. Force Blast. Adekos repeated the effort with every turret present, destroying them one by one. There weren't terribly many, but they did have a fast rate of fire. But the gauntlet had put up with far worse- like shielding Kryptus from a barrage of ion cannon fire. Presumably Carach stood behind his companion at this time, allowing Adekos to soak up all of the blaster fire like the damage sponge he had become. After a few minutes the blaster fire subsided completely, the defensive web of the gauntlet flickering away. It was quiet, save for Adekos' now irregular breathing and the cackling of some exposed electrical wires.

The room they were in was plain, empty (except for the debris of broken turrets, obviously). A ray shielded doorway blocked them from continuing further. Adekos exhaled heavily, flexing his gauntlet hand. "Well, that wasn't terrible, was it? I was expecting worse."

On cue, the ray shield dissipated. Out stepped two members of the Selab Order, clad in simple Jedi robes. As soon as they had entered, the ray shield activated once again. The first Selabite was an Esral'sa'Nikto... And a large one at that. He stood a few inches taller than Carach with a dual-phase lightsaber that snapped to life in his hands. The second Selabite was a half-Bothan. This was easily distinguishable because he wore no pants and his strange little Satyr-legs were clearly visible. A lightfoil found its way into his left hand and, following the lead of his larger companion, snapped to life as well.

"I don't think they're going to surrender." Adekos observed, withdrawing his own lightsaber but not activating it. "I'll take the weird mutant bastard-thing."

The half-Bothan frowned.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

And just as Adekos said that the Nikto disappeared from sight. The sensation of the White Current was in the air, but it was too fast and swift to properly pierce.

Only the precognition that fueled his veins that made Carach drop to his knees and avoid solid decapitation as something flashed past his head.

The Sith Lord didn’t get any respite though.

As he dropped to his knees a weight suddenly collided with his chest and send him flying back into the reinforced durasteel wall - the Selabite had kicked him straight in the chest while being enhanced by the Force. Feth.

Clearly ain’t the time to play an honest game, and so Carach folded himself into the currents of the Force and faded away.

It wouldn’t do a lot when there was a superior White Current slash Mentalist Master right here though, he needed an edge and he would need it real soon. Preferably before he got a few more kicks from this lizard schutta.

That last kick felt like he had been hit by a freight train accelerating with the speed of light.

[member="Adekos"]

 

[Caulder Dune]

[member="Darth Carach"]

The Nikto vanished from sight and Adekos could feel the White Current being pulled at by the Bothan. This was a little bit less than optimal. So long as Carach was here, another practitioner of the White Current, everything would be fine. While Adekos pointed the palm of his gauntlet-clad hand around, trying to guess where the Nikto might be running, Carach was sent flying into the wall behind them. Adekos had seen the size of that Nikto- that was definitely going to smart. But Carach was a tough man. He could handle a-

Adekos blinked and his friend had vanished.

Shoot.

He was probably still in the room, but getting rid of the invisibility on that Nikto was going to be top priority. Adekos called upon the powers of the gauntlet to fling a Force Blast into the Half-Bothan. The good news then was that the attack had landed and absolutely shredded the illusory half-Bothan. The bad news was, it was an illusory half-Bothan. Adekos had just enough time to groan in dismay before the invisible Nikto grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and flung him face-first into the adjacent wall. Adekos' mask received a crack running down the middle from the force and Adekos himself entered a whole new world of pain. That Nikto could have easily cleaved both him and Carach in twain with his lightsaber, but he hadn't.

They were being toyed with.

This was why Adekos rarely left the house.

On the other side of the room, the half-Bothan blinked back into existence. His current view was dominated by the wall, so Adekos couldn't even hazard a guess as to if that one was real.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

It was clear that these two were highly trained and also frighteningly experienced with fighting together as a team, but there was a distinct advantage they had over the two Selabites - Carach and Adekos weren’t playing around.

They weren’t toying with their opponents.

Which simply meant that when Carach managed to pierce through the illusion (two seconds after Adekos got thrown into the wall) and spotted the Nikto? He didn’t pull his punch, instead he decided to go full overboard and make sure that the Selab follower was too preoccupied with what was coming next, to bother with his friend.

That way [member="Adekos"] could figure out a way to deal with the Bothan at least.

A wave of mental energy exploded from Carach. Metaphorical shards - improbabilities and paradoxes crystallized in constant unbelievable motion - lashing out from his mind and blasting into the wards of the Nikto.

As a consequence Carach’s own cloak disappeared. Adekos would have to do something quickly before the Bothan decided to cut the Sith’s head off for torturing his buddy.

 

[Caulder Dune]

[member="Darth Carach"]

The Umbaran grunted and struggled to his feet, leaning on the wall for temporary support. That Nikto knew how to throw people, apparently. Adekos shook his head to clear his mind, his HUD flickering erratically on account of the crack in the mask. That could be fixed, but only if the two of them managed to get out of here alive. The odds of that were decreasing with every passing moment, so Adekos forced himself back into the game. Carach had gotten a bead on the Nikto and immobilized it with an unrelenting mental assault. This was all well and good, but now the half-Bothan was sprinting towards Carach with the intent to eviscerate him with the lightfoil. Tempting as that was to witness, Adekos knew it was him they would come after next.

Without hesitation, Adekos lobbed another Force Blast at the half-Bothan. The creature's precognition sensed this in the nick of time- skidding to a halt just where the impact would have been. The Force Blast instead slammed into the wall, tearing apart the Durasteel and flinging turret parts around. Adekos scowled, and the half-Bothan smiled right back. There was nothing in the galaxy Adekos loathed more than the Yuuzhan-Vong, but uppity half-breeds like this one were a close second.

"Come and fight me you cocky little- Nnnh!"

Adekos was cut short mid-taunt as the half-Bothan assailed his mind, conjuring up a painful, phantasmal migraine. Adekos could only press both palms to the forehead of his mask and cry out, staggering backwards helplessly. Without wasting any more time, the half-Bothan lunged forward, now ignoring Carach and charging towards the stunned Umbaran.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Just as Carach hoped- well, not really. At this point it was all an elaborate improvisation act conjured up by the pair of Sith Lords and clearly it wasn’t working out as well as they would have hoped. Part of Carach wanted to see how Adekos would fare against the Bothan, but the truth of the matter was that there was still another Selabite Master out there - probably the leader, who would be even stronger than these two.

Meant that he would need [member="Adekos"] to get outta here alive.

How… quaint.

All of this was realized in mere milliseconds as Carach analyzed the situation and realized what would need to be done next. He had almost broken down the mental walls of the Nikto, but he couldn’t assault this schutta’s mind while also saving his friend’s ass.

Instead the Sith Lord pushed and embedded the torturous shards further into the Nikto’s mind and then just left them there. It wouldn’t be long before the Selabite would break free and once again attack them… but Carach only needed a second.

A whisper: “Put up your gauntlet’s shield the moment he comes into range.”

The gauntlet’s defense mechanism would deliver physical hurt to the half-Bothan… which would hopefully trigger a precognitive response from the Force Master - the moment he stepped away from the danger, Carach himself would line up a devastating kinetite blast.

Adekos would be safe behind his shield. The Bothan? With that AoE? Probably not so much.

 

[Caulder Dune]

[member="Darth Carach"]

As it happened, Adekos didn't have to physically tell the gauntlet that he wanted the shield to pop up. All he had to do was look at someone (or something) and make the split second decision about whether he wanted it to touch him. The answer for the half-Bothan was clear. Mutants like him were icky and carried disease. There was also the fact that he was attacking Adekos with a lightfoil, but a swift jab through the heart with a lightsaber was a paltry thing to deal with when compared to a lifetime of disease. The half-Bothan had clearly not been watching Adekos when he dealt with the turrets, as his face contorted into one of pain and horror as the gauntlet's vile energy singed him and caused him to stagger backwards.

...Into a ball of kinetite.

Carach had lobbed some sort of sphere of cackling energy just as the half-Bothan stepped back. It hit the Bothan causing him to collapse to the ground and writhe in pain just as Adekos was getting back up to his feet, left hand rubbing his temple while he pointed the gauntlet towards his fallen foe. A Force Blast to the face ought to fix this planet's half-Bothan over-population issue. Before Adekos could get a shot off, he was flung into the wall behind him once again, this time impacting his back against the durasteel surface. The Nikto had sent him flying, again, but this time via Force Push to save his earnest comrade.

I'm getting more acquainted with the walls of this building than I'd like.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

That was the Nikto’s mistake: by focusing only on Adekos he left his fellow Selabite undefended against the other Sith Lord in the room. The realization dawned on him three seconds after - three seconds too long though, because Carach was already taking advantage of the opening in the battle flow.

His hand swept up and physically pushed against the air, aiming his palm at the Bothan. There was a certain strain in his movement as he conjured up a field of anti-life.

It hummed in the air. Invisible, but very much there. And just like that it was sent flying, burning through the Bothan’s prone form and disintegrated him on the spot, before the field itself dissipated in on itself.

Carach did not get a moment to enjoy his handiwork though. Mostly because a roar - one that literally made the ground shake - escaped the Nikto’s mouth, and he charged; nay, straight bullrushed the offending Sith Lord. Slamming him to the ground with his fists crashing into Carach’s helmet.

Cracks started to appear in the glass, the HUD started to malfunction as the internal electronics were ripped to shreds under the enormous pressure of the kinetic energy being unleashed.

Ain’t no fun being on the receiving side.

[member="Adekos"]

 

[Caulder Dune]

[member="Darth Carach"]

Despite the Nikto's timely intervention, the half-Bothan was doomed regardless. Again from his position as a wall ornament, Adekos could see that Carach had quite literally disintegrated their downed opponent before he could defend himself. Adekos had absolutely no idea Carach wielded such power, but made due note of it. While he tried to stand himself up, the Nikto elected to vent his frustrations into Carach by his fists. The pummeling Carach received from this muscular Nikto bordered on legendary. Adekos knew he would not be able to savor this moment for very long if he wanted his friend to survive, so his helmet's holo-recorder began to document the scene for later use.

To better access both of his hands so he could throttle the Voice of the Dark Lord, the Nikto had sheathed his saberstaff on his back. This would prove to be a fatal mistake, as about eight more seconds into the beating, the Nikto's lightsaber detonated. Carach would be safe, as the Nikto's muscular form shielded him from the blast. The muscular form itself, however, did not fair very well. There was only a thread of cartilage to prevent the Nikto from being torn completely in half. Scorched and mangled, the Nikto was tossed to the side and off of Carach by the force of the blast.

The recording ended.

"Are you still alive, Carach?" Adekos ventured, sort of stretching his back- which was bruised to oblivion by now.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

For a moment the question was only met with silence, until a loud cough followed by some distasteful gargling filled the void that was left by the silence. That coughing went on for a little while, but eventually Carach’s limp body started to move and rolled onto his stomach - blood seeped from the gaps in his helmet (the transparisteel had been shattered by the fists of the Nikto).

It didn’t look so good.

Eventually there was some half-hearted laughter followed by some more coughing.

“Y-yeah, should see the other guy though.” the Sith Lord managed to say. He finally got on his hands and knees, before managing to stand up. Swaying just little bit the Sith was woozy at the least, there was a darkening at the edges of his vision and it suggested that he was about to pass out.

It was only through sheer force of will that Carach stayed conscious.

“Force, I haven’t had such a trouncing since… hell. Can’t even remember the last time.”

The Sith gingerly stretched his back, before looking back at [member="Adekos"] and gave him a half-hearted smile. It didn’t look all too good with all the blood seeping.

“You look like crap.”

 

[Caulder Dune]

[member="Darth Carach"]

Adekos might not have had blood oozing from his face, but his condition wasn't much better. His uniform was torn in several places along his back and chest, exposing a few lacerations that were trailing a bit of blood. There was still that large crack going down the face of his mask, but fortunately the HUD adjusted for such obstructions. In any case, Adekos had been flung into a bunch of walls, but he had still failed to achieve a condition that looked even remotely like Carach. There were levels to this sort of things and Adekos was nowhere near Carach's.

"You're one to talk." He sneered, taking a moment to wipe some debris from the face of his mask. He didn't even notice or hear the elevator doors open on their own account. "Then again, I didn't get to fight Happy Fists over there, so I suppose I lucked out."

He gestured to the Nikto's smoking corpse, then proceeded to turn around to saunter over to the ray shield. Adekos stopped just in front of it, preparing to shut it off with a little techno-force-magicka. "But then again, I do have the invincibility gauntlet, and the Nikto didn't strike me as much of a mentalist, so maybe-"

The ray shield flicked off before Adekos could do anything. An invisible fist conjured by the Selabite Master that had been waiting just on the other side gripped the unsuspecting Umbaran and flung him at terminal speeds across the room. Predictably, Adekos screamed as he sailed through the air, smacking into the wall of the elevator and collapsing into a pile on the floor. Something broke, and it probably wasn't the elevator. The elevator doors slid shut and gave a cheerful ding right before it began to ascend to the surface, leaving Carach imprisoned down there at the mercy of a the Selabite- a Selkath with jet black skin and featureless white eyes.

This would be good.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Carach just rolled his eyes and after a few tries managed to take off the shattered helmet, at this point it wasn’t actually doing him any good - and arguably was only pressing sharp shards of transparisteel into his skull: last thing he wanted was to get punched in the face and have those sharp ridges bury themselves into his head.

Didn’t seem like the way to go.

The moment his helmet hit the ground… [member="Adekos"] suddenly flew off into the distance, hitting the wall with an audible thunk and then collapsed to the ground. The Sith’s amber eyes studied the way the elevator closed itself down and went up again, and realized that this fight wasn’t remotely over yet.

Shorn flashbacks were aplenty in that one singular moment. One second later Carach disappeared and suddenly six Carach's appeared in his steed.

"Can't fight us all." All six said at the same time.

The Selkath grinned and Carach couldn't help but note that his teeth were far too sharp for a vegetarian outlook on life.

After the grin the Selabite Master raised his claw and immediately kinetic energy unleashed itself in a wide cone against all the Carach's at the same time - smarter than Shorn then: ain't that a big, filthy schutta. All around him the illusions collapsed as the energy collided against them, until it hit the actual Sith Lord; who was sent flying across the room like Adekos. He landed right into the elevator button.

With every consequences that it brought.

 

[Caulder Dune]

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[member="Darth Carach"]

Before the elevator could get perilously close to the surface entrance, it stalled. In a crumpled heap on the floor, Adekos stirred. Elevator music was playing. Why was elevator music playing? Not only had the Order of the Selab constructed an elaborate safe house on this desolate planet, they had installed elevator music? The only reason it hadn't played before was arguably that it had been supposedly shut down, but Adekos' meddling had reactivated it. Now that an actual Selabite wanted the elevator functional, it appeared the regular features returned as well. The abrupt jarring of the elevator brought Adekos back out of the twilight zone and into the present moment. He stood warily, sore all over. There would be a time to assess what limbs were broken, fractured, and pulverized later.

Now it was personal.

Well, as personal as it could get. No one knew anyone's names. Probably for the best. Kept things succinct.

The doors slid back open and Adekos slowly stepped out. His right arm clutched his left as he edged out of the elevator, the music trailing into the room afterwards and then fading once the doors shut behind him. The Selkath gave some garbled, dog-like laugh and attempted to blast Adekos with another burst of telekinetics. The Umbaran, however, did not budge. The Gauntlet's power radiated from him, preventing any further harm from coming to him. This included any ill-intent from those bastard telekinetic specialists, such as this one. The Selkath scowled only to be hit with a Force Blast from Adekos. The Selkath sailed through the previously ray-shielded doorway and into the next room, giving both men a brief reprieve.

"Carach, you had better help yourself up." Adekos muttered as he limped forward to give chase, passing his prone companion. "I think my left arm got dislocated."

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[member="Adekos"]

Carach suppressed a cough as he picked himself up. He had definitely broken a few bones with that last landing and they still had a whole duel to go with this schutta, but eventually he managed to get on his feet without swaying too much and all of this made the Sith Lord just a little bit annoyed.

This annoyance turned into determination though, and the pain only made him see more clear as it fed his power.

“I can kill him.” the Sith finally said, scratching his chin as he watched for the door where the Selkath would be coming through.

“But I will need a distraction.”

The only thing the Sith Lord would need was for the Selkath to be occupied with Gerion, after which he would come in close and literally feed the fish a death field - immediate disintegration would hopefully follow.

Hopefully.

It was a good thing his hoarding methods had given him the Heart of Graush. Meant that no matter the beating he personally received, Carach would still have access to a strong power source when the need arose. And the need was most definitely there now. Damn Selabites and their highly proficient Force Masters.

 

[Caulder Dune]

[member="Darth Carach"]

Of course Carach could kill him. Anyone could kill this blighted Selkath, technically speaking. That didn't make it particularly likely. Then again, not anyone could conjure up disintegration death fields to swallow learned Selab Masters whole. Carach could sometimes maintain the appearance that he knew what he was doing. Adekos saw no reason to doubt him now, not when they were so close to getting what they wanted out of life. Or at least what Adekos wanted. Whatever other trinkets were in this vault were irrelevant to him- the Darzu Holocron was all that mattered.

Adekos moved to mesh his fingers and crack them, but one of them was broken so he just ended up grunting in pain and shaking the offending hand.

"Yeah, right, just do what you-" Adekos was cut short by the sound of rupturing steel from the room the Selkath had vanished into. Before any snide comments could be made, an entire durasteel wall panel was flung from the room at unimaginable speeds, spinning through the air and threatening to decapitate both men. Adekos' danger sense sent a chill down his spine, and the Umbaran just barely managed to dive to the side to avoid death via wall panel. Having missed Carach as well, the projectile crashed into the elevator doors, stabbing through them and remaining stuck into the wall

Adekos only half-got up, again aiming his gauntlet from a sitting position and lobbing another Force Blast into the room. The sound of shattering glass and Selkath profanity was all that came back. "That might be where they're keeping our prize," Adekos observed, standing back up in preparation of the Selkath's counter attack. "So I'm not going to do that again. Get in there."

 

[Jairus Starvald]

It was more accurate to say that Carach always knew what he was doing, but there was a particular strategic element of strength that came from surprising your peers. They thought you were a joke? Then they would treat you like a joke - which was all good and well until you hit them with a disintegration field in the face… there ain’t much laughter to be had from such a treatment, really.

Carach was already gone though. This time not utilizing the White Current or any other Force technique this Selabite might be able to detect: in all honesty, the Sith Lord should have thought about it sooner.

But there ain’t nothing like being hit in the throat with a sense that you are way over your head and with no ability to fight against it.

Made you forget the most important things.

The Sith cloaked himself in the folds of the Living Force - physically he was still there, even visually he was technically still there, but every eye that fell upon him looked straight through it.

The visual center was strangely disinterested and the mind bended backwards to filter out the Voice of the Dark Lord.

[member="Adekos"]

 

[Caulder Dune]

[member="Darth Carach"]

Carach vanished again, as Adekos should have suspected would happen. The way Carach had pulled that off was rather ambiguous- Adekos was so terrified of the White Current these days that he could usually tell when it was being used if he knew to look for it. But right now he didn't detect anything. Except for the smell of wet sardines as the Selkath bolted from the room he had previously been in, speed enhanced to previously impossible levels by the Force. If he had maintained a respectable distance, Adekos wouldn't have smelled anything, but as it stood the Selabite had run right up to him and proceeded to unload a withering barrage of punches and jabs.

He was moving faster than Adekos or his mask could keep up with. Perhaps that was why the Gauntlet's defensive field didn't kick in. At that moment, Adekos could barely process anything that wasn't the pain of being punched in the face, then the gut, then the face, then kicked in the chest, then... Etcetera. Shards of his mask flew away with every blow, ribs threatened to crack with each fist that landed against him. Adekos was no longer having a good time with this. Adekos eventually managed to get his bearings after an agonizing minute of enduring the Selkath's fisticuffs, swiping at his aquatic foe with his right hand. The Selkath deftly avoided it, but by then the pause in the beating he had been doling out was enough for the Adekos to register that he would prefer not to be touched.

The field kicked in, and a dramatic flash of crimson energy singed the Selkath and knocked him into the wall just to the right of the doorway. Unlike the half-Bothan, the Selkath didn't stay down for long. Adekos was still clutching his head and groaning when the Selabite returned to his feet, preparing to execute some lethal feat of the Force...

 

[Jairus Starvald]

…and a hand touched the Selkath’s shoulder.

“You’re done.”

Immediately followed by power erupting from his fingertips, shredding through the flesh of the Selabite. It was a quick death though - in a fraction of a second half his body just… ceased to exist.

Gone.

The parts that were still there though… well, that wasn’t a pleasant sight. Blood sprayed everywhere and it took a swift Force Repulse to deflect most of it. Sometimes Carach would forget what it really meant to be a Sith Lord, but then times like these reminded him exactly what it was all about.

Oh well.

The Sith shrugged and turned around, taking note of Adekos’ state, didn’t look particularly well. Surprisingly enough Carach seemed better than he had been a few minutes ago.

Almost as if something had pushed new, needed energy into him, almost as if he had some kind of external power source that fueled him even now. But that would have to be a mystery for now.

“How’s the face, Tyrin?” Carach asked, before finally taking a look around. There was quite some extensive damage, but nothing that was immediately hazardous - didn’t seem like radiation leaks would be an imminent threat.

[member="Adekos"]

 

[Caulder Dune]

[member="Darth Carach"]

He ran a hand over his mask, feeling for every crack and missing chunk. Carach could probably see the black face mask that Adekos wore underneath. There was always the risk of being un-helmeted during combat and being identified by the galaxy at large. It helped to have insurance. "I'll have to assess the damage later." But if [member="Lorelei Darke"] still recognized him and finally returned his calls, the damage was probably negligible. Now that the facility had been cleared, the two could get on with the looting. The fact that the first thing Adekos would need to do once leaving here was submerge himself in bacta for three days detracted from the thrill of it all.

"I'm going to wipe whatever security footage these people take. Then I'm taking the holocron and leaving." Still holding his left arm, Adekos limped past the doorway and into the Selabite storeroom.

Adekos paused. The lower portion of his helmet opened up, exposing his mouth. The Umbaran spit blood on the ground, and then his mask closed up again. The scene before them was distraught, but not as bad as it could have been. There was a circular holographic display table in the center. An assortment of control panels, consoles, and other electronics lined the walls of the room. A chunk of wall paneling was missing from where the Selkath had removed it. As it turned out, the glass shattering had actually been the displays on those various consoles. There were two doors in here, one which was labeled 'living area' and the other which was labeled 'vault.'

As fun as it could have been to rifle through their personal affects and potentially find out that the Nikto and Half-Bothan were romantically involved, Adekos had better things to do. Previously switched off consoles reactivated as he brushed them with the Force. Redundant security measures were shut down, the magnetic locks on the vault and living area doors were deactivated, and soon the whole facility was open to the two interloping Dark Siders.

"We should probably have droids fill this place with duracrete and demolish the mountain on top of it once we're done here." Adekos added. "I don't want my personage showing up for any psychometry-based investigations."