The Mines

*After a solid day of finding nothing, he calls in to home base. He makes a report, then patiently awaits for the cavalry.*

*The droid work army has landed outside of the mines, and has they immediatly begin setting up camp. Mining equipment has also been brought, and with the mandalorian workers here, the diplomat departs for another world.*

*The mining equipment has been set up, and operations begin. As the resources are being dragged out of the earth, the diplomat plans to stay for another week so as to make sure everything works out fine. Then he'll head back to Brentaal IV for more assignments.*

*Gravalyn's x-wing landed just shy of the mining pit. He jumped out of his vessel and proceeded to scan the area. To his right he saw his brother Ma'Taeor, picking his robes like a magpie picking at threads of a nest. It reminded Obsidian of a different time, one where Ma'Taeor picked at the robes of his mentor instead. Ma'Taeor liked to pick at threads...*

Ma'Taeor. What do you think of this locale? There is no defense, there is no populace guarding anything in particular. We could use this mining facility as a base for our operations.

*He picked a clump of dirt up from the ground and crushed it to reveal metals.*

Durasteel. I wonder if there is anything else of worth in this pit or just a sarlacc waiting to slowly digest us?

*Just as Ma'Taeor had tidied his robes of loose threads and lints his friend and brother Gravalyn Obsidian landed next to him. His brother spoke to him. Ma'Taeor glanced around, taking a deep breath in, nodding as he did so*

Yes Brother. I believe this planet would make a good base of operations for us. Not too busy and nice and out of the way. I like the feeling here. I brings me strength.

*Ma'Taeor headed into the mines.*

It would make sense to check out these mines. I wonder what metals are mined here.

*As they made their way down through the darkened mine shafts it seemed some automated systems began to slowly activate. Dimly lit lights began to illuminate the area and revealed a deep and steep pathway leading down into the heart of the old operations. Gravalyn turned to his companion and held out his hand.*

OBSIDIAN
Brother, we best be careful. Although it seems clear we cannot...

*He spoke too soon. Without warning, without notice... three assailants lept from the rafters of the nearby sub section. They stood 2-metres tall and were covered in hooded white robes. The robes were covered in tat and dirt from the mineshaft. It was clear that they had been exploring something but unsure as to their identity. They seemed stand offish. Obsidian approached.*

OBSIDIAN
Greetings, we are...

A large polearm swung down from one of the new arrivals. It knocked Obsidian backwards into a disused mineral cart. As the attack began the hood of the offensive party fell back and revealed a face. It was the face of a Kaminoan.

OBSIDIAN
<< Ma'Taeor, aren't they the clone maker people? What are they doing in a dirty mine? >>

*Ma'Taeor had drawn his lightsaber and was poised by the time that Obsidian had been knocked from his feet.*

*Ma'Taeor uses force persuasion on on of the Kiminoans*

Ma'Taeor
You are feeling tired. You should sleep.

*The Kiminoan slumps down to his knees then to a lying position. The other two stand poised.*

*Ma'Taeor uses force push*

*Ma'Taeor helps Obsidian to his feet as the Kaminoans gather themselves.*

Ma'Taeor
<< I don't know why they're here, I guess to make cheap, efficient workers...but why are they attacking us. >>

*The two Dark jedi now stand side by side as the two Kaminoans approach. One of the tall creatures draws a blaster. As quickly as the shot is fired, Ma'Taeor deflects the beam, stopping it from hitting his brother, Obsidian.*

Ma'Taeor
Is this really necessary? They don't stand half a chance against us... Why are they attacking when the odds are stacked against them so unfairly?

*Obsidian knew from experience that most assailants attacked because they were over-confident, had no choice or worst of all they knew something that the other party didn't. As Obsidian reached for his lightsaber, three more Kaminoan attackers appeared behind him. Firing their blasters out towards the duo they preemptively struck. One of the stray blasts hit Obsidian in the shoulder, causing him to fall to the ground fatally wounded.*

...I am shot.

*Collapsed in a heap he could feel his injury getting worse. There was no other option, he must use the darkest of all powers he possessed in order to survive. Looking to his comrade he called out...*

<< Ma'Taeor, distract them whilst I prepare the drain. >>

*Ma'Taeor leapt up in to the air, somersaulting backwards. He landed behind the flanking Kaminoans. He summoned his second lightsaber, concealed within his robes. He drew it, the red blade lighting his face for a short, sinister moment.
He struck one of the Kaminoans with his purple saber, slicing him straight in half, following the motion through swiftly to thrust his red saber straight through the centre of a second. He held the lightsaber in place, as the life force drained out of the Kaminoan on the receiving end of his saber, he used his purple lightsaber to deflect blaster fire from two of the Kaminoans at the other side of the mine cavern.
He allowed the dead Kaminoan to slide off of his lightsaber as five more ran in to the cavern from a concealed passageway. His Brother was still lying on the floor, exposed, there were now seven against two and the Kaminoan he'd put to sleep was begining to stir. He moved toward his brother, Obsidian, in order to protect him from the Kaminoans.*

Ma'Taeor
Now Gravalyn, do it now!

*His fighting abilities may have been pale in comparison to Ma'Taeor but what he lacked in brute force he made up for in power and will of the force. Standing to his feet, he reached out at the rousing Kaminoan and began to charge his deadliest powers.*

*Obsidian used his dark side powers of draining.*

*Sucking the life force out of the creature, he used it's power to heal his wounds and return to full strength. Having nearly depleted the being he then turned his attention to using the remainder of it's life force to summon a transformation. Emerging from the disintegrating body of the former Kaminoan came a ghoulish monster like those from the pages of the Sith Sorcery apocrypha. The nightmare levitated in form above the spot where the being had died. With a click and pointing of his index finger, Obsidian ordered the abomination towards the seven encircling attackers. Each one in turn froze in fear at the horrific being. This was the opportunity to strike.*

OBSIDIAN
Now Ma'Taeor... now!

*Obsidian launched forward with all of his newly found energy and released a devastating blast of lightening into the grouped attackers. Several of them burnt to a crisp, leaving only four remaining.*

*Ma'Taeor thrust his red lightsaber forwards, the red blade circling round until the blade found the chest of a Kaminoan. Lightening surged down his now free arm, striking out and frying slowly two more Kaminoans.

Ma'Taeor instinctively deflected shots from the other Kaminoan being's blaster. He fed the surging electricity, watching them slowly cook.
Their screams fed his power, as he felt sheer delight at the sound of their sufferings. He felt his powers waning, not knowing what else he might have to face, he released the Kaminoans, who fell to the floor, presumably dead.

The remaining Kaminoan, who was still firing his blaster turned and made as if to run away. Ma'Taeor grabbed hold of him, using the force, and pulled him towards him, throwing him to the ground. He took his lightsaber and sliced through the kaminoan's hand, whcich remained tightly grasped around his blaster.*

Ma'Taeor
Why did your people attack us? Did we offend you? Did we attack you first? No...so why the ambush?

*The Kaminoan gazed up from the ground, his eyes piercing through in to Ma'Taeor's soul.*

Kaminoan
You are not welcome here. Our project must be protected at all costs. You are not welcome here.

*Not at all moved by the Kaminoans words, Ma'Taeor beheads him. He retracts his lightsaber and summons his second saber using the force, then returns them to their holders.*

Ma'Taeor
Well, that was a little unnecessary. What next Brother?

*Summoning his demon to his side, Obsidian reached for his lightsaber. Igniting the purple blade he held it out to his abomination which so willingly bowed before him. Launching the blade across the creature it cut in two and erupted into a dark force surge of energy. Over on the floor, away from them, the used Kaminoan abruptly exploded, his chest pouring out onto the floor. The purple blade was returned into stasis and Obisidian turned to his partner.*

Perhaps I should have questioned him before executing the caste. Nevermind. Something is a foot here and my curiosity cannot be subdued. Shall we?