We'll paint it red to fit right in (ACA Dominion of Zenith Prime)

[Beatrice Govan]

Leena Mai clung to her vacuum flask of stimcaf.

We're not in The Pend any more, Terance (the tree turtle, may he rest in peace). Oh The Pend? It's only Coruscant's most average bar and grill, ever. The place where everything was decently priced, where the customers were a blend of middle-class students and nine-til-five office workers. Of course, like any establishment that serves a bevvy the ordinary customers would soon be reduced to sloppy mistakes at the end of the night. There was no exception to that rule. Everybody made mistakes.

[GURL! COME OUT!]

[Dude, not even planet-side.]

[Fine.]

Her personal comm buzzed mercilessly in her hand at the onslaught of the girls. Another guilt trip for yet another night of half-priced cocktails missed. Work was a betch.

[What? Where are you?]

[Karking her boss, nae doobt!]

[NAE DOOBT!]

[Nae doobt!]

Leena frowned, having clearly missed an inside joke during her time away. Maybe it was a quote from the latest reality show that was all the rage. The Pink Room, where they put three humans in a house with ten zeltrons for a few months, definitely something for after the watershed. The flask came up to her lips, as the personal assistant considered why female nipples were still taboo to be shown on the galactic stage.

This of course, being the thing to do instead of actual work.

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[member="Darell Irani"]

 

[Sage Bane]

[member="Vrag"] | [member="Sasha Santhe"] | [member="Darth Carach"] | [member="Raziel"] | [member="Silara Kuhn"] | [member="Phade"] | [member="Seto Du Couteau"] [member="Marek Starchaser"] [member="Simone"] [member="Leena Mai"]​

"Your Mistress will hear about this."

Sage wanted to fall back down on his knees and grovel. He wanted to beg for his life. He wanted to insist that this was all a big misunderstanding that everyone would laugh about later over some Correlian ale later on that evening. However much he wanted to appease the incensed and very annoyed Sith Lord, between the intense flares of agony from his disobedient arm and Matsu's chiding voice in his head, a velvety purr that denigrated the weak, he could only let out a long, agonized howl. The animal sound rang out through the battlefield, drawing the even confused attention of the Vong soldiers that were left standing. In a blur, the Hand of the Dark Lord was next to him, grabbing the hissing amphistaves together in a cluster and binding them in her armored grip. The creature shook in her grasp, flooding Sage with even more pain, and now fear. The arm was panicking and it transferred all of its mania directly into Sage's mind.

His face took on an inhuman quality as a feral madness became his captain. As Vrag held his amphistaves, the rest of him began to furiously grapple with her. He lunged at her, using his Force powers to amplify the strength in his muscles to grab her saber arm and twist it back. At the same time, his right leg moved forward, hooking around the woman's calf and attempted a forward standing leg sweep.

 

[Ronan Nakasla]

When did he get on the world? He wasn't sure anymore. He arrived at the beginning, and then went quiet. To recount all of his actions would take a long time, so to bring it up to the present... well... the thundering crash of a metal column plummeting to the ground and shattering what lie beneath it, crushing at least ten hostile Dread Guard, and sending a shockwave that alerted those around him to the event summed things up tidily. He turned around and ignited his lightsaber. It was like he summed up before. Just because you couldn't use the Force on them didn't mean the Force couldn't affect them. Weight was a hard thing to overcome. There were other loopholes, as well. Small pieces of rubble drifted up into a ring at Ash's command, and orbited him lazily. As the Vong and Guard showed themselves, they found high-velocity chunks of metal and permacrete flying at them. Force dead? Yes. Immune to kinetic energy? No. Not so much.

Still, eliminating the poor souls so effortlessly was... boring. So he let the rubble drop and shifted his stance. He'd have a little fun with these toys. But not with sabers, they were practically useless. Instead, he took up a metal pole. A broken piece of rebar, or something to that effect. Things were about to get down and dirt on Zenith.

 

[Vrag]

The texture of an amphistaff was much like that of a snake; smooth and scaly, but none of the slipperiness that people usually expected. Vrag had been fighting alongside Vong for… well, for years now, really, so the woman was far more experienced than your usual, ignorant foot soldier. Even those who personally found out what sort of creature the amphistaff was, exactly, were usually not fortunate to relate their story to others; unless they were allies, of course, in which case it didn't matter anyway.

The red eyes seething anger and annoyance stared right at that handsome, if stupid and probably not very calculating face. I mean, who goes and attacks the Hand of the Dark Lord seconds after witnessing her slay a Vong Commander? Someone reckless and/or drunk, that's who. Oh, bother.

And there he was, trying to sweep her legs from under her as she incapacitated his main — and seemingly only — venue of attack. She would have to have some words with [member="Reverance"], that was for certain. Who had allowed this little fether to be part of something so ridiculously powerful? If her suspicions were correct, Gabriel was probably too busy staring at Matsu to really consider who it was that was getting three amphistaves grafted onto his stump.

The attack, however annoying, had done its job at least partially, and Vrag found herself stumbling forward at the sudden loss of balance. Her grip on the aggressive creatures faltered somewhat, and one of the heads managed to wrest itself free form her grasp. The woman recovered her equilibrium soon enough, though, and closed her fingers around the remaining pair even tighter, elongating her step into a lunge to the side. It would pull the two amphistaves in her grasp behind her and by extension the Knight as well. The Hand of the Dark Lord would see him crawl through the mud on his knees for his transgression. Oh, he might've grabbed her saber hand alright, but this was the same firrerreo that could punch through duracrete walls when she put her mind to it, so overpowering the muscles of a skinny human who couldn't even lord over his own mind didn't require all that much effort from her.

If she succeeded in bringing him around, Vrag would release the grip she held on his Vong arm to fling him right into the piles of cadavers lying about in the bloodied dust.

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[member="Marek Starchaser"] | [member="Sasha Santhe"] | [member="Darth Carach"] | [member="Raziel"] | [member="Silara Kuhn"] | [member="Phade"] | [member="Seto Du Couteau"] | [member="Sage Bane"]
[11/20]​

 

[Alisha'ven]

ZENITH PRIME
ARCENEAU TRADE COMPANY

There were things to do and prople to see. This particular planet was of interest to the Rutian, mainly because it was a fortress world; and what fortress world, much like Telos, couldn't do without a "Citadel Station" of its own?

That was the great plan for Arceneau Trade-- to design, build and promote a citadel trade station of the likes only seen on Telos, but on Zenith Prime.

The first thing to do is to start taking the required survey, measurements, and quotes for just how much of a resource and financial undertaking this would be.

That's why Mara Tibx, Browncoat industrial, and ATC reps were here to take.

 

[Beatrice Govan]

“Miss Mai?”

Leena looked up from the ensnaring screen of distraction and half-drunken conversation as her attention was only somewhat grabbed by the architect sat beside her. The man, an unremarkable specimen much like herself handed over his personal datapad, so that the assistant could scrutinise his designs in the place of [member="Darell Inari"].

“Uh...” she began, choosing to place down her flask rather than grow a third hand.

[Leiah just followed a guy into the men's toilets! Aaah!]

“What do you think?”

Managing to now fully tear all of her attentions away from her personal group chat, Mai surveyed his quick mock-up for Ty'rel's newest headquarters upon Zenith Prime. Never before did she think her art history degree would come in handy, in that moment she could have discussed his blatant inspiration from twi'lek architecture, but decided against it, given that it would be really very boring.

“...it's a bit...well...pointy,” she admitted lacking all eloquence and handing the datapad back to the man who immediately frowned, knowing that he would have to begin a new design, “...less elaborate, y'know? Form and function and all that.

[I can't believe you're missing this.]

[Me neither ]

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Orbit; Ship
Allies: ACA and myself
Enemies: Vong, soldiers, and droids
Objectives: Raid Fort Alestrani

It was common in the galaxy to see a man or a woman beneath the emotionless buy'ce to fight for contractors in return for something that can equate the services and labor of the Mandalorian. However, the price for the muscle of these proud warriors were mildly expensive as they typically named the price they thought was fair to them. But why were they much more expensive than the average mercenary or even a veteran of this profession. Simply because the beauty of their quality whenever their skills were put up to whatever test their employers had in mind for these Mandalorian Mercenaries.The best of the best and could be supported by the famous Mandalorian Boba Fett. The best bounty hunter and mercenary during the era of the Imperial Empire under the rule of the infamous Darth Sidious. A good role model for Bounty Hunters and Mercenaries across the stars.

A goal the Redneck pursued after. He took contracts that were worthy of his time and energy. He didn't go for cheap contracts; no, he was interested in ones that were worth many credits and were dangerous. Only veterans and elites went after those, and their names were known for doing these types of contracts. A man by the name of Darrel Irani contacted the Rally Master and his offered intrigued him. A custom ship for helping this corporate faction to retake Zenith Prime. He had done things against the ACA but his aid would have everything forgiven.

Heading towards the a foundry base called Fort Alestrani the Mandalorian on his Tegaanalir patrol craft raced through the skies to teach this Fort. All alone he was, and alone he would have his glory and pay.

 

[Sasha Santhe]

Sasha Santhe didn’t like these Alana woman. Didn’t like her at all. But she did like the droids and heavy repeaters that mowed down Vong on their way. The base where these negotiations were to take place was only a little ways away. Sasha focused on the force as they came to a clearing and took control of a droid watching through its eyes as it walked into the clearing. Another droid followed and soon they were fanning out securing the path.

Yes Sasha didn’t like Alana, but she was at least effective at offering her protection when she was pretending to be helpless. I could throttle you, Sasha thought staring daggers at the woman. Oh [member="Marek Starchaser"] would pay for this, in little ways.

The group took only minor fire, or bug projectiles… they didn’t really fire they more loosed? Whatever. The path was pretty clear. Sasha sashayed down the path blaster in hand and droid around her. The door was in sight now and Sasha knew that this was the perfect place for an ambush to be set.

And set it was. A bug shooting down and penetrating one of the droids. Sniper. Sasha ran to the door and took cover in its frame. They would open only after the Sniper was taken out of commission. [member="Darth Carach"] was in position to cover her on the left. She keyed into the droids communication network and sent a signal relaying the damage. Then she ordered the droids mentally to engage the approximate area the shot came from.

Fire rained into the underbrush burning holes in trees and setting leaves alight. Sasha slammed on the door control with her hands to get the attention of anyone inside...

 

[Ronan Nakasla]

They came, and Ash had fun. Their blasters were a worry, but tutaminis took care of that problem. He grinned as blaster bolts hit an invisible field and bounced away, some even hitting his foes. He firmly grasped the pole in his hand and took a mighty swing. Even without the Force, he managed a decent crunch from the side of a Guard's armour. It was durable, but he'd been working on his strength. His arms hurt though. That was perhaps too mighty a swing. He frowned and decided to go back to his real strengths. That's when the pole started spinning like a fan blade, and he urged it forward. Like some demented disc it hurled through the air, and attempts to grab it were met by getting an arm sawed off. He let that do its work, on a flight path he didn't have to worry about, and ignited his lightsabers again. He felt so indecisive right now, but somewhere along the line he stopped caring about consistency. He then gathered air molecules around his saber blades and rubbed them against each other until they grew hotter and hotter, then he let loose a wave of kinetic energy that jostled the atoms and charged the electrons. The air smelt of ozone.

Ash stepped forward against the assembled firing squad, still determined to end him. He took another step, this one more of a stomp, and the resulting telekinetic shockwave disturbed their balance enough to make them stop firing. That's when he refocused his energy into speed. The scene before him slowed by his perspective, and as he moved, sparks of electricity flew from his blades. He sliced at his enemies, their armour resistant to his saber but the charged static electricity loosing like lightning. The bolt used their metal suits as conductors, and the sudden superheat cooked their vital organs in a flash fire within their suits. He ended up on the other side of their line, and only the crabshell Vong remained.

 

[Simone]

Camp Verd
[3/20]

Simone knew when she was outgunned, which was, lets face it, all the time. More importantly, she knew when it was better to surrender than fight to the death. Normally, being surrounded was a pretty good sign of this. She held her hands up, showing palms free of any weapons as she assessed the space around her. Eyes caught sight of an access shaft above her and she smiled slightly.

The four soldiers closed in. "On your knees!"

She smirked, releasing a burst of pheromones. "If that's what you want, sweetheart, all you have to do is ask." Eyes crossed briefly and they stopped their advance. That was all she needed, a split second to gain the upperhand. The beam cutter was in her hand again, pulled from her sleeve where she'd tucked it away. The first two went down without resistance, too surprised by the sudden movement to react in time. The second two were a little faster, one firing a round dangerously close to Simone's face before she moved in to grapple with him, flinging the cutter into the third soldiers side.

Her knee rose sharply, connecting with the soft flesh of his groin and he relinquished his grasp on the blaster. She flicked it to stun and unleashed it in his face, before firing another round at his companion. Flciking it back to lethal she blew the air shaft cover off and hauled herself inside. Less chance of having a run in up here.

 

[Beatrice Govan]

A small sip was taken from the flask as she desperately waited for updates on the bathroom situation. According to her chrono (still set for Coruscant time) it was only the beginning of their night, and if Leiah was already getting up to these kinds of antics then it was either shaping up to be legendary, or possibly disastrous all topped off with a messy kebab at the end.

The personal assistant didn't really want to miss either, or the kebab for that matter.

“How does Lord Irani feel about domes?”

Leena's eyebrows furrowed at that notion, and she slowly turned her head upwards to look at the architect, eyes scrutinising the man. I don't know, she sing-songed back in her mind, her mental tone one of complete mockery, how does Lord Irani feel about domes?

[Is she still in the bathroom? Keep me updated, girls!]

“No, no domes.”

Oh but wait, there was resistance upon the horizon here, she could see it in the glare of his high-tech designer glasses. This man wanted to let his freak flag fly, so that he could have something outside of the standard in his portfolio.
“...but...”

Cut off.

“Streaaaaamliiiiiiined,” Miss Mai replied very slowly, pulling out the word like it was taffy in her mouth.

 

[Ronan Nakasla]

Ash was honestly getting tired of the seemingly endless waves of enemies (and his writer wanted to rip off something), so he climbed up a tower using telekinetic and speed abilities, then jumped off. Using telekinesis upon himself, he levitated above the battlefield. From here, he could see everyone below him, shooting him mostly. He smiled, and allowed himself to lower slowly, while he gathered those same air molecules and charged them. As he moved, the smell of ozone and the hair-raising energy was nearly visible. It almost shimmered with how much tension it was building, and the metals around him groaned at the desire to be attracted to the powerful static, then he closed his eyes and let it go.

With a crash and a surge that filled the area with a deafening aftershock, and a distinct crackle afterward, bolts of concentrated, almost-natural lightning crashed down upon the adversaries below. Those bolts skittered and discharged as lesser shocks, that still did their damage with how much concentration went into them. He let himself drop, partly drained by that display, and residual energy discharged from his body in a visible wave that climbed structures around him like electric coils. He took a deep breath, then the smell of burnt flesh his him. He wretched. The problem with killing people with fire and electricity was the smell. It wasn't pretty, and Valente stood to quickly make his way away from the burning bodies.

 

[Sage Bane]

[member="Vrag"] | [member="Sasha Santhe"] | [member="Darth Carach"] | [member="Raziel"] | [member="Silara Kuhn"] | [member="Phade"] | [member="Seto Du Couteau"] | [member="Ash Valente"] | [member="Leena Mai"] | [member="Simone"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"]​

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As Vrag faltered, stumbling forward, Sage's pulse raced with excitement. His leg sweep was horrendously unsuccessful but as the woman sidestepped, pulling the amphistaves, and him along with them. She moved out of the way of an object in his line of sight. He saw an opportunity. In the back of his mind was a more rational man, one that was screaming at him to stop, but that man was made mute by the louder urge of the amphistaves who were whipped up into such a frenzy that rational thoughts were just a mirage. He felt a triumphant jolt as one amphistaff managed to come loose from Vrag's grip. The leathery serpent hissed and coiled around itself, snapping its very own Master in angry defiance of its plight.

As he was pulled, he threw everything he had into resisting being flung into the pile of Vong cadavers. His arms and legs tangled like a wildcat's, kicking, grabbing, and twisting with a feral countenance. All the while his eyes stayed laser-focused on a target a few feet away, laying in the blood smeared dirt. He called the Force into his body and used the dark energy to pick up the sandy, decapitated head of the Vong Commander. It hovered in the air for a mere second or two, and then Sage hurled it at Vrag's head. It came zipping towards her like a projectile, and if it landed, the disembodied head would bonk her on the side of her skull helm.

 

[Khallesh]

Chest heaving, slick black blood flowing freely from several wounds, Khallesh strode across the ground. A Chazrach squealed and cried, trying in vain to push it's guts back into its body. Khallesh slowly her pace and unwound her arachnostaff. There was a crack as the lithe creature whipped out and slammed its stinger home. The reptoid foamed at the mouth and went silent. She would not normally pause to offer such a pitiful creature a quick death, but she was in a foul mood and it's cries had been annoying her.

She approached [member="Vrag"] directly, pushing several lesser warriors out of the way. Previously her enemies, they had witnessed the defeat of their leader, and would follow the hand of Yun Amon now. The subcommander waited patiently for the current skirmish to end before reporting in. She would explain that her force, which had been sent to attack the defenses from the far side, had been repelled. She would unsheath her couffee and offer it to vrag, handle first. Such was their way, death would be her punishment if the failure was deemed unworthy.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[member="Marek Starchaser"] | [member="Sasha Santhe"] | [member="Vrag"] | [member="Raziel"] | [member="Silara Kuhn"] | [member="Phade"] | [member="Seto Du Couteau"] | [member="Sage Bane"]​

[16/20]​

***​

The superstructure within the folds of the gate was becoming more and more clear to him, by now he had everything mapped out, all weaknesses were categorized and made available within the wider network of opportunities that were being generated on the fly. This all to say that Carach was trying to make a map out of all the webs that he was currently seeing, to find the one link that he could break the easiest with the least amount of energy spend and with the highest success rate.

Because that was the entire deal of this thing, ya couldn’t be certain about anything until you had tried to execute it, at least not with the amount of experience he had, still a long way to go from the Masters as Plagueis, Syn, Sidious and all the other Sith Lords of old.

It would be a while, but he had faith that one day he would be able to get on the same level as Rave Merrill, this generation’s Plagueis. Maybe. It all depended on what would follow next.

From the depths of his soul he pulled in the strength and channeled it through the amulet, which increased the raw intensity by a ten fold and then… he simply pulled harder. Yanking the weakness right out of the socket, metaphorically speaking of course because the reality was far more complicated than that and would have taken ages to properly explain.

What happened next was that the Sith Lord simply opened his eyes and watched as the heavily reinforced door crumbled in on itself. Behind the doors the defenders were staring heavily at the dust and ashes, before looking up at the intimidating presence of a single, big man.

They started running.

Carach followed.

 

[Corey's OOC]

It wasn’t exactly plan A for Marek. But Alana said they needed him at the facility. Apparently [member="Darth Carach"] was out to blow something up. Maybe that was for the best. Marek knew that probably less than half the scientists were willing to move into the Abrion Authority and the Techno Union. Sure, the woman he slept with while he was trying to sleep with [member="Sasha Santhe"] probably wasn’t the best person to have guarding the starship queen, but… business and she would survive, that was what mattered.

And he could feel the tide turning here, Zenith Prime was getting… cleansed? What he was going to do is meet with the Sith on a friendly term and offer a design and land for them to build their own little training and warfare castle, whatever the Sith needed, on Zenith Prime. What mattered to him was keeping the world, and putting the right people in charge of it. Maybe that would make amends for the recently resurfaced [member="Isley Verd"]. As for the others who came? They could handle things how they want, like [member="Ash Valente"] doing some sort of Neo fight with a piece of plumping… or whatever.

With [member="Vrag"] and [member="Sage Bane"], Marek knew the tide had turned. And that was why, as he approached the facility, he made a note to contact [member="Danger Arceneau"], or her really pretty blue Twi’lek assistant, @Alisha’Ven, to set up some ATC work here. That’d also help out Bright Star, then Ty’rel, Santhe, and whoever else that didn’t mind the Sith right down the street. Should keep the local systems in line, though, that base.

Finding himself some cover, he sent a transmission to all the computers, a hack thanks to some slicer friends, in the building. “Surrender now.” Was all it said. He knew who the friendlies were, anyone who came out of the building would be safe, and then debriefed. Anyone who remained inside, well, they’d probably result in some sort of death.

The only other thing he could think of at this time, was to get a list of who showed up during this situation, and how they answered the call to assist the Abrion Authority, or what their purpose was, for the likes of [member="Simone"] and [member="Vilaz Munin"]. Really, it was Marek's writing wanting to tag everyone without a bar at the bottom.

Oh, yeah, and he wondered how [member="Raziel"] and [member="Phade"] and [member="Silara Kuhn"] were doing on their front.

14 ish?

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Ship
Allies: ACA
Enemies: Droids, Vong, and soldier
Objective: Raid Foundry Base
Post: [2/20]

The Teganaalir ship roared as Vilaz accelerated the velocity to meet his destination. But he decelerated as rounds of anti aircraft were being shot at his general area from the foundry base he was closing in. One could argue that any foundry wasn't important, but these were the main sources to refine metals and convert them into all kinds of shapes and sizes. But their attack would be retaliated as his repeating cannons rained upon these hostiles. Lives were soon injured and killed and their corpses littered the ground with their blood painting the ground.

But he wasn't just aiming at the souls that swore to defend this world. He was also aiming at the infrastructure of the Fort. Walls tumbled and the ground rumbled causing vibrations that shook most of the interior complexes of the foundry base. But he wasn't going to land the vessel and kill everyone with his bare hands. He was going to enjoy his portrait from the viewport of his ship with blaster projectiles hailing on these insurgents.

A raid was destroy and kill, not neutralize and make it vacant.

 

[Sasha Santhe]

Laser fire from the droids intensified pouring into the bushes until a small brush fire erupted. “Good,” Sasha said her face suddenly becoming dark. “Keep it up and let them burn.” Eyes narrowed as she peeked out from cover to watch the little skirmish. Two Vong jumped and ran, another held his ground moving to a position just outside of the fire.

Sasha took aim and fired hitting one of the running Vong and felling him. Alana pulled at Sasha’s shoulder and threw her back behind cover unnecessarily. Sasha hit hard and stared daggers at the woman as return fire came back at her. She narrowed her eyes and pushed Alana against the door pinning her against the metal. Damn [member="Marek Starchaser"]…. she looked the woman over and smiled a devious little idea running into her head, “Thank you…” she said suddenly more pleasant than Sasha ever was. Yup. Alana was hers now. Sasha had decided. She keyed the comlink twice signaling [member="Darth Carach"] that she had arrived at the facility. All that was left was a quick negotiation, if the damned door would open….

There was still a threat but come on. Sasha sighed as she edged back over to look out. One Vong down, one Vong running away from fire which left a single sniper…. Fire intensified on the position and Sasha chuckled. Technology was superior. “Now open up!” she yelled at the door.

And it did. Sasha walked into the facility with a smile. Negotiations were now in progress. Tion ways and Tion laws… she mused as she walked in and saw the assembled delegates….

 

[Beatrice Govan]

“...philistine...”

Usually one to be content to let snide insults like that slide, and only bother her on an emotional level perhaps three weeks later. Today wasn't a usual day. Already annoyed that she was missing out on a night filled to the brim with banter the woman was not going to sit there and take this man's shet.

Instinctively there was a reflex within her wrist that twitched, it longed to see still scalding hot stimcaff to greet the face of the smarmy little architect. Why did people always become little when you disliked them? As if your hatred could dictate somebody's physical size.

There was probably a Force power for that.
[I SPEWED ON HISS DECK!!!1]

Leena almost snorted the cartiledge out of her nose upon peeping that message, but unfortunately it was twinged by the notion that she wasn't there. That she was missing out on another fun night because she had an obligation towards Lord Inari. Not that the woman blamed him, she loved her job it was just...she missed so much…

Out of the corner of her eyes, the personal assistant spotted the arch of his wrist as the stylus pressed against the screen. An arch that could have only indicated...a dome.

Kark it.

Eyes narrowing, Leena began to unscrew the lid from her flask with a slow and deliberate fury. The man didn't notice, but he probably wished that he did. Lid upon the table the steam began to rise from the exposed top. Slowly, she stood, that got the architect's attention but it was too late for him. The flask was flunk, boiling stimcaf greeting his face with a loud wet slap.

“NO DOMES!”

 

[Ronan Nakasla]

With a flick of his wrist, another structure came down. Valente felt he was done here. His sense over the planet changed. He could feel the allegiance change. The tide was irreversibly turned. The planet, whether those who remained liked it or not, belonged to the Corporate Alliance. He still liked to wreak havoc though, so he made his way to a local hangar, with a little asteroid field of his own orbiting him. Anyone who pointed a gun at him got a shard of metal dug in then twisted about a bit. He couldn't control them, but he could control what was IN them. It was amusing. He climbed up into a little starfighter docked there and grinned. This wasn't a shuttle, so it shouldn't crash. He activated it and swooped out, off to other adventures in other places of the Galaxy. His part was done here, and he had other matters to attend to. He looked behind him as he left the system, and decided that this Zenith Prime gave him ideas... but first he needed to repossess a certain conglomerate of Force Users.