Tesa Mawn (flashback)

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A small, sith capitol ship maneuvered past dozens of planet size asteroids that drifted through this part of the outer rim. Two-dozen ships had already docked at the Tesa Mawn asteroid facility before the sith capitol ship finally docked in one of the last bays still available to the facility, all the ships had come for the same reason. The boarding doors of the sith ship hissed open and two dark shadows emerged.

“Remember Argon, what is at stake if we fail” the voice came from Tiberian. The other shadow simply snarled and the two images walked into the flickering lighting of the corridors.

The two walked in almost complete silence striding through the dimly lit corridors of the abandoned facility. Even though neither have ever been here, they knew exactly where they were going, to the heart of the facility where all of the others were waiting. Coming closer they could hear shouting and distinct arguing, the human stopped and the wookie stopped at once.

Tiberian turned to Argon with a malice grin, “hopefully they wont kill each other so that they will leave that pleasure to us” he said and Argon replied with a short bray and the two continued walking through the doorway.

On a steel arched balcony, the human and wookie looked down at dozens of different bounty hunters and mercenaries, all of different species and origin. “You are to late pal! I claimed this for Toma the hut!” shouted a rodian mercenary spotting the human and the wookie. The arguing and the shouting mercenaries stopped bickering with one another as all of their oddly shaped heads in the room tilted up towards the newest visitors.

“What a pity that you came all the way out here just to die but first you will reclaim what you have found to me!” threatened the human in a bellowing intimidating voice.

“And who would you be?” said the rodian pulling out one of his blast pistols and aiming it at the human’s head.

But before the human could reply someone else did, a twilek pushed his way forward from the crowd. To a rusting steel staircase that led to the balcony, “I know who you are!” said the twilek as he began to climb the steps.

“You are sith, the one who is making trouble with the wrong people. You are reaching into someone else’s pot, and it is wise to take your hand out before you lose it! Tiberian Coale and his lovely groomed apprentice Argon!” said the twilek.

At these names a low rumble could be heard from the other bounty hunters and mercenaries it seemed that they to were somewhat conscious to the actions of Tiberian and Argon. “I am honored that my reputation is known my so many low lifes” replied an amused Tiberian giving the mercenaries in attendance a flourish and then following it up with a dramatic bow.

“Oh of course I know who you are!” snapped the twilek apparently annoyed by the lack of seriousness that Tiberian was showing the whole matter. “I have been waiting and preparing for the next time our paths met!” added the twilek angrily climbing the last of the steps.

“Well that is thoughtful of you,” responded Tiberian apparently oblivious to the anger that could be clearly heard in the twilek’s tone or just ignorant. But no he was neither these two, he simply didn’t care.

The twilek pulled out a blaster pistol putting it to Tiberian’s chest in such speed that to the entertained mercenaries below it looked like a blur. “You see sith lord you killed my brother!” said the twilek.

Argon snarled sounding like a savage hungry beast towards the twilek, moving forward getting ready to strike but Tiberian put his hand to Argon’s chest and shook his head. “No Argon, I like where this is going. You see friend, you have to be a little more specific because I have well… killed a lot of twileks” said Tiberian flashing the steaming twilek a cocky grin.

“Tatooine! You killed him on Tatooine looking for your precious ship parts. And now I will kill you” said the twilek with a cocky smile. His finger itching on the trigger; beginning to squeeze, there was a sequence of cracks that pierced the fog of silence that hung over the room and screams followed.

The twilek fell to his knees dropping the gun, he was now gripping the hand that held it, green blood was squirting out, looking up he saw three green slimy fingers blood dripping from where they had been pulled off. They were his fingers and they were floating above him.

Tiberian stooped down beside the twilek, “You see you killing me causes some problems because I still have some plans that I have yet to fulfill, such as conquering the galaxy and so on and so on. You know us sith always want more power but look on the bright side” said the playful Tiberian pausing before standing back up towering over the twilek, silver lightning crackled into the room. “You will be seeing your brother again!” he said and in a swift stroke Tiberian decapitated the twilek.

Flesh, and bone hitting steel steps rang through the room. Until the head rolled down to the feet of the rodian that had previously threatened Tiberian, the rodian looked like he was about to be sick. A ghostly silence had fallen on the rowdy space thugs all still in somewhat awe at what just happened. The rodian shook his head, seemingly shaking off his nausea and looked up at Tiberian. “You shouldn’t have done that,” squealed the rodian.

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In the back of the room, carefully watching the incident unfolding was a group of figures all dressed in shimmering tight space suits. In the lead was a small petite woman dressed in green and white with the handful behind her being dressed in similar colors. “Commander Baan, you were right it is the infamous Tiberian Coale, should we strike?” asked a female iridonian.

Vala shook her head, “no not yet” she replied trying to listen to the bantering of a pathetic twilek making his way towards Tiberian.

“But Commander if our bosses knew that he was here and we were able to kill him. Our pay would go through the roof,” argued the optimistic iridonian.

Vala smiled, “Well that you see may be a problem,” replied the cautious leader.

The iridonian gave her commander a baffled look, “what do you mean commander?” she asked. But Vala just raised her hand telling her to be quiet and watch, so the impatient iridonian did just that. Watching as Tiberian ripped the fingers off of the twilek just with a tug of his hand before decapitating him.

Vala turned back to her to see the sickly face of the iridonian Vala gave her a grin that said I told you so; “That is why” retorted Vala.

“Suggestions Commander?” asked another female human.

Vala nodded, “yea don’t get in his way or you will meet the same fate that twilek did,” answered Vala. Watching red and silver bolts deflect blaster fire that seemed relentless towards the sith.

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Tiberian with one hand he held his silver fire to deflect the blaster fire from the angry mercenaries; using his other hand Tiberian ripped the steel steps off of the staircase. A dozen steel rectangular steps soared around the room catching the attention of the mercenaries who then began firing at the soaring steel steps but this seemed to aggravate the animated steel steps and like Corellian wasps the sharp grated steel steps descended upon the mercenaries. Many impaled the mercenaries cutting through their chests and torsos others simply clipped arms and hands off.

Tiberian and Argon leapt off the balcony as one landing swiftly in the middle of the mercenaries who scampered to pull their guns on them, thinking that the sith lords had finally made a mistake. Without warning the remaining mercenaries furious that so many of their friends had already fallen began to open fire on the two, it seemed that they didn’t learn from their mistakes. Silver and Red fire engulfed the room devouring the blaster shots before spitting them back at their opponents and several more mercenaries quickly fell down. The rodian and his group of mercenaries seeing their chance, decided to do what they did best… flee.
However they did not go unnoticed by Tiberian, “Argon” he said and Argon raised his head a terrible bellowing roar escaped. “Now Argon kill them and bring me back what they have taken and no spitting it makes a mess!” ordered Tiberian watching Argon rip his way past the remaining mercenaries stalking his prey before he disappeared into one of the abandoned corridors.

Withdrawing his lightsaber and placing back into his robes, the remaining mercenaries began to close in around the sith lord, thinking that he had gave up. Tiberian was conjuring the force to him, from all around he could feel the heartbeats of still more then twenty mercenaries in the room, more then half were hostile towards him. Tiberian put his hands together in front of him, hearing the triumphant voices barking orders and cocking their guns.

Tiberian paid them no heed; his attention was needed elsewhere, he had developed this move while with his master, even though his master never knew of it. It was a power that only Tiberian could use, in which he summons all of the force with him before conjuring it into his own personal bomb before unleashing it on his opponents into a bomb or a dark energy beam that spurts whatever Tiberian chooses. Tiberian’s hands slowly began to be pushed apart as the birth of an ebony orb emerged between his hands.

The mercenaries watched now in horror at this midnight shade orb that continuec to grow between the hands of the sith, the soldiers of fortune were unable to comprehend what the sith was conjuring. Crackles of lightning scared the mercenaries as they could see lightning bolts peek from the dark orb with the hiss of fire emerging as well. The orb was taking the size of an adult jawa.

“We cant just let him kill all these mercenaries, together we can put him down and collect the bounty!” said the impatient iridonian as a handful of Vala’s bounty hunters seemed to agree with the iridonian’s outtake.

But before Vala could warn her foolish bounty hunters they cocked their guns joining the mob of mercenaries. Vala watched as the mercenaries in front of her were obliterated by what looked to be a shadow beam that spewed fire and forks of lightning killing all of her mercenaries and half of the remaining mercenaries who had enclosed in around Tiberian. Some were fried and others turned right to ash, those were the lucky ones, while others screamed squirming on the ground for several minutes still on fire before succumbing to their gruesome death.

Vala could now see the sith culprit who annihilated half of her team, he seemed to be conjuring another one of those force dark balls. She and her mercenaries watched in awe as the orb spat fire and lightning continuing to grow the remaining mercenaries was flailing their arms trying to flee after watching their fellow mercenaries get obliterated. But there was no where to run and soon Tiberian volleyed another one of these devastating orbs at the remaining mercenaries, eradicating the remaining fools who tried to stop him.

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Tiberian kicked a smoking rodian, examining the mercenary to see that he was both burned and fried, his face hideously altered. “Good thing he died quickly, can’t work with a face like that,” commented Tiberian to himself looking up so see the still figures of Vala and her remaining team.

“It seems that you were one of the few smart ones,” observed Tiberian.

“You killed several members of our team!” snapped one of the human bounty hunters.

“They should not have interfered with sith business,” replied Tiberian coolly.

The bounty hunter looked ready to interject but Vala stopped her, Tiberian smiled, “It is wise to listen to your leader, young lady or you will end up like the foolish ones who didn’t. Now judging by your outfits I assume you are the Moon angels based out of Mindar” assumed Tiberian

“We are” replied Vala plainly.

“I see so what filthy warlord hired you to come to this abandoned facility?” asked Tiberian.

“A bounty hunter never tells who they were hired by” responded a quick Vala.

Tiberian nodded, “this is usually true but I ask because I am Tiberian Coale the new lord of the Sith and I am recruiting guilds, warlords and bounty hunters alike to join my cause and with me securing this Kaminoan blue prints, I will be one step closer to my war with the Republic and when that day comes it will be unwise to stand against my armies. I am looking for the best of the best, and I have heard of your tales Commander Baan and I must say they are rather impressive. You would be perfect as my administrator on Korriban to train a new generation of sith soldiers, so may I ask if you are interested?” asked the polite sith warlord.

Vala could hear the grumbling of her team at the sith lord’s offer and she could tell by their tones that they didn’t seem to like either the sith lord or his offer. However Vala had just witnessed Tiberian obliterate a room of some of the best bounty hunters and mercenaries in the galaxy, without even breaking a sweat. She could tell that the sith warlord was watching her she had no doubts that he was probably trying to use the “force” to search her mind to find his answer but he would be disappointed. Vala had long ago trained against the mind tricks of both the Jedi and sith.

“It would be foolish of me to resist, Lord Coale,” said Vala playfully bowing her head, hearing the discontent of her supporters, she hoped that they would do the wise thing and follower her lead. And they did one by one the remaining bounty hunters bowed to their new commander.

Tiberian smiled, he seemed to like the idea of several women bowing to him, in their attractive bounty hunter attire. “Very good it is an honor to have such an esteemed guild as the Moon Angels” he commented.

“So what is it you have in mind with the blue prints Commander?” asked Vala.

“Please call me Tiberian, follow me and I will tell you, I am sure that Argon has dealt with the cowardly mercenaries and has already secured the blue prints” replied Tiberian extending his hand politely to let the Moon Angels go before him. They looked a bit hesitant still not trusting the sith lord but they obliged leaving the room with bodies splintered in different directions, blood splattered and staining the walls, body parts piled up, and the room reeking with the smell of both rotting and burnt flesh.