Lyciades approached and placed her out of the way. With force, he stabbed his lightsaber through its skull, practically into the floor. If it wasn't before, it was now. Turning off the blade, he turned his gaze to Mezelshu. He was not pleased. "Your recklessness was nearly your death." he hissed at her. His gaze snapped to Jesso. "The same can almost be said of you. Pandora, Mezelshu and I can survive a bit easily in close range. You have only a pistol and your wits."

Jesso's ego was his one real weakness and he let it get the better of him here. With a shrug he indicated the smoking remains. "Pistol seems to have done more work then your lauded apprentice...sir." Mezelshu hissed in his direction but noticing her master's glare thought it best not to add anything aloud.

(have to call it a night hun, will be back tomorrow though. )

"We will discuss this in the quarters, Jesso." he said, clearly upset with the twi'lek's apparent inability to understand how much danger he'd gotten into. The darth turned back to Mezelshu. "AFTER I discuss with you in your quarters." he said, before walking deeper into the ruins. Pandora followed him, gun at the ready.

"Jesso, considering your ego has done this to you before, I'd recommend kissing your ass goodbye for the next several days." came the chiss's distorted voice.

"So long as I don't catch you watching blue-skin" Jesso's retort was cocky, but it was obvious Pandora had touched a nerve.

The Togruta and the Twi'lek stared at one another, Mezelshu in confusion Jesso in fear and obvious annoyance. "What were you trying to do Laser-brain? You're delusions of grandeur are going go get us all killed. Or worse!" Jesso was usually well mannered so the outburst was notable Mezelshu blinked at him before shout back in return: "Me? I and the Master were fine! Why were you shooting at it? Like dangling sarlaac meat in front of a Krayt!"

She stomped off after Lyciades now worried about what he had said. How exactly DID Dark Lord's show their displeasure at their students? Several unpleasant forms of torture came to mind.

Jesso stalked after the group with what he hoped was an impassive look on his face, in truth, unlike Mezelshu he knew what the Master had in mind, and it put him in a cold sweat just thinking about it...

Deep inside the ruin, Lyciades paced in front of an ancient device. It looked partly like the Star Maps that legend had it Revan had sought. But it was clearly different as well. A more sith design, than Rakata. He waved his hand in front of it, and the map uncoiled, lighting as it displayed the galaxy. Several points lit up, revealing planets, hyperspace lanes, and notes.

Pandora meanwhile investigated the artifacts placed about. There were several sarcophagi sitting around. Carefully opening one, she looked inside. "Ancient sith. Turned into warriors by the force. Surprised they didn't come alive..." she said, looking the black, nearly statue like body over.

"For tomb looters only. I opened the ruin with the force, not with explosives or blaster fire. They know I am a sith." Lyciades explained, tapping on a data pad to make sure the star map was fully collected.

Mezelshu stalked the edge of the chamber like an ill-tempered Nexu, anxious to find danger or some other way to make up for her failure in the chamber beforehand, but nevertheless impressed by what they had found. Curious as ever she growled from the side of the room. "Surely those Maps are out of date? Where will they lead us?"

Jesso was moving about the room like a Alderannian sea-hawk probing corners of the chamber for more traps or dangers. "When My Lord needs you to know, he will tell you-" he had shouted this carelessly over his shoulder and didn't quite no how to react when his words caught in his throat and he started rising into the air. He recognized a force choke when one happened, but he hadn't expected the apprentice to have that much command of the force.

Mezleshu raised the Twi'lek barely a inch off the ground but he began to struggle and gasp for air. "And when I want your opinion Twi'lek I will ask it!" She wouldn't harm him, he just needed to be taught respect.

A bolt of force lightning broke her concentration. And hurt like hell. Lyciades stalked over to Mezelshu, and grabbed her by the throat, not with the force, but with his own hand. She quickly found herself pinned to a wall, the steel mask in front of her face, and the furious gaze behind it obvious. "Attempt to harm him again, and you will find yourself in the worst pain of your feeble existence."

"Wooh! At least I got to see the fireworks" Jesso choked. He wasn't harmed, and whatever punishment was coming for him was almost worth seeing his master true the new Sith brat out. He came to his feet as the Togrutan sputtered words of fear.

"I-I am sorry Master. I thought-I mean, he is...Please! I'm sorry." She had underestimated the comradery her master had with the Twi'lek perhaps with his entire crew, here was a Sith who respected his allies, she truly didn't understand. The world was beggining to fade around her, every inch of her aching from the lightning bolt she'd been ill prepared for...

Lyciades held her against the wall, until the last second, before releasing her, and letting her slide down to the ground. He walked over to Jesso, and gave him a once over, before nodding. "Do we have everything?" he asked the twi'lek.

"Hold on, when I joined the military I told them I wanted to see the stars, didn't expect to see these..." He smiled indicating his eyes which had stars in them from the near asphyxiation. When he saw his joke wasn't go over, he cleared his throat and put his well polished boots together in a salute. "Yes, My Lord, we've downloaded and transcribed the Star Map and accompanying files. The Dataload is tremendous sir, but you should be able to access everything from The Ancestor now." He produced the active Datacron he'd used to broadcast and copy the data for his Master.

Mezelshu stood with some trouble and stood at attention, anxious at least to not show weakness. Her face was flushed with shame.