Lyciades watched her with interest. He was not judging at the moment; Merely seeing how she reacted to stress, and anger.

"A dark side temple, with an ancient artifact. I believe it might be a form of Star Map, this one left by Tulak Hord." he explained.

At the mention of the ancient Sith lord, a level of clarity came to Mezelshu's struggle, she desired power, the power of her Master, ALL of it, and the knowledge and power left by Tulak Hord on the planet beneath her.

Standing, she reached out with the force, parts began to spin and bend around her, she raised her hands, and made a slamming motion with them. Each part splintered into the others, forming a crude case around the center stone. She sighed, and slammed her palms together, there was an audible pop as each piece adhered to the other, and her lightsaber floated before her. Straight and two handed but with a ugly rightward bend that made the bright red beam she ignited from the blade come out at an angle.

The saber was made of mismatching parts, iron, transparisteel, bone and wood, with a small section of the power matrix visible through the transparisteel center. To her it was beautiful, to her it was perfect.

Taking it in hand, she laughed and turned about to face her master. "I AM ready!"

The darth smirked a little behind his mask.

"Every lightsaber built, be it by a sith, or by a jedi, reflects its designer. Your lightsaber is unlike others; It is not elegant. It is not finely crafted, or perfectly even. It is crude, and raw. But that is what makes it unique. It doesn't need elegance; It has power, not beauty. It will end a life, not glorify its user." he said, feeling a bit of pride. The girl was learning.

Mezelshu couldn't help a slightly cocky declaration slip past her smirking lips "The death of mine enemies, of OUR enemies, is all the glory I will ever need. My Master." She bowed again before straightening and attaching the light-saber to her belt by a hook she had affixed in the hilt's base. Naturally the beam she extinguished was Red but very bright, almost blinding in the dimly lit chamber.

"Master. Surely such a priceless treasure will be guarded. Am I to cut your way to this ancient treasure?" Her tone was now one of absolute confidence, with a lightsaber at her side, she felt no power in the galaxy could stop her.

"It will be guarded, yes. I braved Tulak Hord's tomb on Korriban for one of my trials when I was but an acolyte. A map inside was guarded by an ancient terentatek. Tulak Hord defended his treasures with deadly traps and sithspawn. You will work with me, and my agents. One of whom should be arriving soon to inform us that the men are ready..." he explained, looking towards the door. His reclamation officer of choice was the one he spoke of.

Mezelshu tried to reach out with the force and feel his approaching officer but felt nothing righ up until the moment the door opened. A young, not much older then her, Twi'lek boy entered the room. He was dressed in a smart uniform, complete with combat boots, a very expensive looking blaster strapped to his side, pants tight enough to make her wince, and a grey cloak that hung over one shoulder giving him a slightly regal appearance.

Her eyes widened as he stepped close enough to her master so he could speak in his ear. He was incredibly handsome. A light green hue that was quiet pleasant on his features, and a single gold earring stuck in his slightly elongated left ear.

She heard what he said through the force but barely, his thoughts were well guarded. Jesso Tahn whispered the situation to the one man he'd ever really loved. His voice was soft and assertive a slight accent revealing his Nubian origin. "We have Sithspawn sir, but something else as well, local it looks like, possibly trained by a errant sith, they seem mostly female, and they have some mastery of the force. How should we proceed?"

His self assured grin told The Dark Lord how HE thought they should proceed, guns blazing and light-sabers swinging.


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You've probably seen this pic before but it IS how I imagine Jesso Tahn, usually WITH a shirt mind you. ^^ http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs29/f/20...rtbytravis.jpg

Lyciades was quiet a moment, contemplating. "Natives with training... Never the easiest situation..." he said, and turned to look at the datacron floating right by him, gazing into the cube from behind his mask. He contemplated.

"Jesso, I would prefer to not fight the natives. We'll have some scouts watch them, and learn about them. See what they know. As for the sith spawn... Well. Tulak Hord raised them, and molded them to be vicious. My new apprentice will be accompanying us. Together, the three of us should be fine. But Pandora will be at the ready should we need her." he said, before resting a hand on Jesso's shoulder.

"No recklessness. You know what happens when you get too sure of yourself on a mission." he warned, his voice filled with authority... And yet, oddly soft.

Jealously rose anew as Mezelshu realized there was some kind of connection between her master and the young Twi'lek commander. What had the simple alien done to receive that respect? Near as she could tell he couldn't even use the force! Aloud she merely growled and spoke "The sithspawn have no chance against me, let alone if I have you as company master."

Jesso eyed Mezelshu as if she were a particularly interesting animal, then smiled in his most irate smirk. "I'd bet halve the credits I earn in a year they'd make meat of you new recruit, this mission requires...a delicate touch. Let's go! Sir." He turned on his heel and headed for the docking bay at nearly a sprint. Attempting to remain obedient Mezelshu followed more sedately behind Lyciades. She didn't even make it too shiny halls before asking. "What's HIS job? He's just a Twi'lek with a gun isn't he? At least Pandora has some skill at stealth."

"Saying Pandora has some skill at stealth, is liken to saying a selkath has some ability to swim." he said, as they walked. "Jesso is an expert marksman with his blaster. Beyond that, he has enough intelligence to thwart even a moff. And he knows it. He graduated the officer academy for the reclamation service at an intensely young age. And he is endlessly loyal to me." he continued. "He is what you should strive to be. An alien who not only proved his worth, but who silenced his detractors in the empire."

Taken aback by his words she let go her pride an tried instead to focus on her hate and rage, she hope there were MANY sithspawn below. Upon entering the Ancestor's immense hanger she saw Jess waiting by a small speeder built for three. It look liked a well armored swoop bike with two gunner seats on the side which allowed the passengers to straddle a speederbike-like chair and swivel to fire their own heavy cannons.

"I can drive this time if you like sir." There was a mischievous twinkle in the Twi'lek's eye and Mezelshu wondered how someone who seemed so playful could be as dangerous as her Master claimed.