Typho's eye shone slightly, as the ruthless, cold, murdering son of a bitch mentality took the controls. A cruel smile played at the edges of his lips, and he bent down to pick up the Padawan's lightsaber.

"A trophy. I'll add it to my collection of fallen Sith and Jedi. You should to the same with the Knight you killed."

Typho pressed a button on his wrist-comp and started a comm transmission to their Droid Master.

"Droid Master, get me a couple of Incinerator Droids. We have some garbage to clean up. I'm at Entry Access Door Five-Nine-Delta."

Rasper went to the dead jedi knight and picked up the lightsaber that was laying in thee blood of its former wielder. Rasper reached down and picked it and wiped it on the dead jedi knights clothing. Rasper then pulled his knife out of the mans heart which immediately began letting out more blood. Rasper wiped the knife on the jedi's clothing as well.

Rasper held the lightsaber in his hand and pressed a small button on the side igniting the lightsaber. The saber glowed with a green blade and like all lightsabers there was no counter weight or almost any weight except for the handle which in itself was very light. Rasper turned the sword off and in a side pouch to put in his quarters later.

Rasper pressed a button on his wrist comm and contacted the control room droids.

"Control this is Rasper Karger, erase all security camera footage from today and make it look like technical problems and do it fast." He ended the call.

Rasper kneeled down to look at the padawan.

"Sir" he said talking to Typho "Where should we put him, and more importantly should we send a finger to the jedi right away or wait to see if they agree."

The Commander looked at the snivelling boy and then at his lieutenant, his face once again blank of expression.

"Take him to detention cell 7138-Epsilon. Don't cut off one of his fingers yet. We'll leave him as he is for the moment. if they even hesitate in answering us, then we'll send them one."

Typho slid his combat knife back into its sheath, strapped to his thigh, then proceeded to drop his Blaster Pistol into its holster at his waist on his utility belt.

"I'm going to prep my gear for this mission. I'll be back shortly. Meet me at this location, once you have all your equipment ready."

Scynthe had been at his post in the intelligence offices when Rasper's alarm had gone off. Scynthe had been already watching the situation, of course, as a plethora of security camera feeds were at his disposal, and he knew better than to trust Jedi. When he saw the Jedi attack, he instinctively grabbed his pistol and prepared to aid his comrades when something on one of the camera feeds caught his eye. He could have sworn he had seen something move in the engine room. He quickly contacted the ship's mainframe AI.

"Is there any maintenance scheduled in the engine room today?"

The AI's voice was cold and lifeless in it's response.

"Negative. The next engine maintenance is scheduled in two days. There is currently no sign of life in the engine room."

Scynthe's gaze darted back to the situation with the Jedi, which Typho and Rasper now appeared to be handling quite nicely.

Still, Scynthe wasn't satisfied by the AI's answer. Moving to the control board, he took manual control of the camera in the engine room and began to sweep back and forth. There were some spare parts on the ground next to some crates. Suddenly, one of the crates began to slowly lift. Seconds later, Scynthe watched as the crate suddenly flew at the camera, and the feed went blank. But Scynthe had seen what he was looking for in the split second before the feed had gone blank. A cloaked figure with his hand outstretched, as if he had pushed the hurtling crate he was hiding behind himself.

Scynthe immediately contacted the Grey Vigo Raame and Junior Operative Karger through their helmet comms.

"Don't holster those blasters yet, comrades. We've got a third Jedi in the engine room. He may be stronger than the first two, and he's somehow cloaking himself from the ship's AI. I'm sending private notices to all personnel in the base. No alarms yet- wouldn't want to lose the element of surprise, would we?"

Scynthe smiled at the thought of killing another Jedi. He'd killed a few in his time; seems there's always at least one contract out for nearly every known Jedi. But they were no easy target- no matter how quiet you were, the more experienced could almost always sense you coming. Scynthe had a feeling this one would be no different.

Rasper had just about reached his quarters when he got Scynth's message.

"Roger that Scynthe im on route now" he responded

Rasper quickly grabbed two flash bangs and two frag grenades as well as one shrapnel grenade. Lets see the jedi block this he thought to himself. Rasper left his room and took off for the engine room in quick jog keeping his repeater ready in case of any unexpected surprises.

Typho had been in his personal armoury when the comm transmission came through from Scynthe, and opened the channel so that Rasper would be able to hear his answer. Reaching a hand to his reply control, he answered in his deep, gravely hard voice.

"This is Commander Raame. Affirmative, brother. I will be on your position shortly. Keep the comm channel quiet, unless it is important. They may have been able to tap into our comm network, so matter how safe-guarded it is. Observe the target, but do not engage until all units are on-site. We may not know the capabilities of this new hostile. Over."

The Commander quickly selected his favourite primary weapon from the rack filled with all sorts of rifles, carbines, shotguns and repeaters. It was the XM8 Assault Rifle, a weapon that utilised 5.56x45mm NATO rounds, rather than blaster bolts, and was a very versatile weapon, being able to quickly interchange from the Base Assault Rifle variant into a Compact Carbine, a Sharpshooter variant, or a Heavy Automatic Rifle variant. A great weapon for all situations. He had taking a liking to this weapon, discarding the use of his Eradicator Blasters, which were now only utilised on special missions.

Selecting the Base Assault Rifle variant, he quickly slammed a clip of fresh rounds into the weapon, pulled the slide back, and began to make his way to Scynthe's position. Typho's inventory also included his trusty DC-15s Blaster Pistol, a couple of Frag Grenades and Flashbangs, as well as his large, black combat knife.

((An image of the XM8 Assault Rifle, to better visualise the weapon))

Scynthe had nearly arrived at the engine room when he heard Typho's response. After listening, he activated his armor's integrated stealth function and immediately disappeared. He quietly entered the large, loud room with the skill only a hunter like himself could develop as he got a feel for his surroundings. On the other side of the room, he saw large crate lying on the floor, battered from it's blow against the now smoking security camera. And there, nearby, he saw the hooded figure. Scynthe froze, knowing the smallest movement could betray him to the hyper-alert Jedi. Luckily for Scynthe, the Jedi appeared to be focusing on something. Unluckily for the GTC, the Jedi was focusing on tampering with the ships engines. Irreparable damage to the engines would be very, very bad for business. Still, he remembered the Grey Vigo's instructions. So he waited, but he knew he couldn't wait much longer before he'd be forced to make a move.

Rasper reached the door that said "engine room" He pressed up against the wall and turned up the audio receptors in the helmet allowing him to pick up even the slightest of noises. It was difficult to make out anything from the loud machines in the engine room but he thought he could make out some light tapping from somewhere in the room. Rasper guessed the jedi was still in there but he did not want to enter the room till Typho joined him and Rasper was not sure where Scynthe was but he was sure the Bounty Hunter would be around soon. Rasper stayed and kept his blaster aimed at the door in case the jedi should come out.

Typho sprinted down the many corridors and hallways of the GTC, passing comrades and other GTC agents down towards the Engine Room, knowing that time was of the essence if they wished to avert this catastrophe. Not even pausing to catch breath or double check his weapon, the Commander made the journey in less than two minutes, such was his fitness, and the fact that he had memorised the layout of the GTC base so many times.

The Comitatus Vigo saw Junior Operative Karger pressed up against the side of the durasteel wall that led into the Engine Room. Slamming into the wall, Typho tapped Rasper on the shoulder, and made a fist, with his index finger protruding in the air, the slowly closing the finger, indicating that if Scynthe didn't alert them in one minute, they'd enter the room.

To make sure nothing was wrong, Typho brought up his wrist-comp screen, and checked the Scynthe's location indicator, a tool that he had in-built into the gear of all of the GTC agents, to make sure that he knew where they were at all time. The indicator showed him that Scynthe was inside the Engine Room with the hostile. The Commander quickly made a decision.

He took hold of one of the Flashbangs on his utility belt with one hand, and gently pulled it off, his other hand holding onto the grip of his XM8 Assault Rifle. Opening a secure comm channel to Scynthe, he spoke into the in-built microphone that his helmet utilised.

"Scynthe, shield your helmet visor. We're going loud."

Typho waited five seconds before he acting. Pressing his body up against the wall, and making sure Rasper knew what was going on, Typho quickly prized open the door, flinging the flashbang inside. He awaited the one second detonation, before kicking the durasteel door open, and charging in, aiming down the Red Dot Sight of his XM8 Assault Rifle, and searching for their target.

Rasper entered the door right behind Typho. He quickly saw a flash as something moved with inhuman speed along the wall. Rasper quickly tapped Typho's shoulder for him to turn to Rasper direction. Rasper fired on the rapidly moving object as it took a sudden turn and headed straight for the two of them. A flash of red and Rasper side stepped as fast as he could. As he did a large and deep cut appeared in the chest plate of his Armour and flash speed past him.

Scynthe got Typho's message over the comm and immediately prepared for the flashbang. He then counted to five and, sure enough, heard a loud bang as a flash enveloped the room. Having hunted with the Grey Vigo before certainly had it's benefits; the two worked well together and had learned how the other operated.

As soon as Scynthe unshielded his visor, he was greeted with the sight of Typho and Rasper already entering the room, guns blazing as a blur raced toward them. Rasper narrowly escaped serious injury, and Scynthe knew it was time to enter the fray. Quickly aiming his pistol with deadly accuracy, he fired off a volley of blasts at the adversary, who had yet to notice his position. The enemy quickly dodged the first shot and deflected the others, but was slightly caught off-guard by the shots. Hopefully, this would be just the distraction needed to give Typho and Rasper a chance to strike.

Once the enemy had pinpointed Scynthe's location, he quickly moved for cover behind a large turbine. Stealth was his strong point, and he hoped to quickly regain an advantage as the enemy would hopefully lose his location again.

Typho swung his XM8 Assault Rifle around to aim at the hostile, who had cut off his attack to go after Scynthe, who had bought them the time they needed to renew their assault. The Commander spread out a hand to steady Rasper, then returned the hand to the grip on his weapon, and resume firing at the Force Wielder. Bullets spat forth from the barrel of the Assault Rifle, and used shells flew out, pinging loudly off the ground as they bounced there.

Bullets span through the air after the the contact, but his speed was amazing, and the rounds smashed harmlessly into the durasteel walls that enclosed the room. Sparks flared out from the ricocheting bullets. Seeing that the hostile was distracted once more, due to the fire coming his way, he span around, and started charging towards Typho, lightsaber activated.

Knowing that his Assault Rifle would be useless in one point five seconds, Typho threw it down, and released his long forty centimetre combat knife from it's sheath, launching himself at the oncoming Force-User.

Rasper saw the quick moving flash approaching Typho who had in turn brought his large knife into play. The force user continued to close in on Typho as a red blade was suddenly present. Rasper quickly gabbed one of his knives and threw it at he force user. Suddenly a second blade appeared which deflected the knife. This one was using a double bladed saber. Rasper dropped his repeater and unsheathed his other knife and grabbed the deflected blade off the ground and charged at the quick moving foe to aid Typho.

Scynthe heard the gunfire and a shift in footsteps as the force-user charged back at Typho and Rasper. Scynthe peeked out, then quickly rolled out behind the turbine and behind a few crates.

The enemy was now wielding a double-bladed red lightsaber, and he stopped a few feet before Typho and Rasper. Twirling his saber above his head, around his back, and back to the front. With that, he charged, with flashes of red striking first at Typho, then stabbing at Rasper.

Typho leaped backwards, attempting to dodge the expertly executed blows and swings that the hostile was aiming at him. Typho's master-crafted power combat armour was designed to block the blows of lightsabers, but it could only do it for a certain amount of time before the blade would cut through. The armour could also only block slashes; ripostes had a lot of strength behind them, and a front on stab could shear through the armour.

The Commander lashed out with his blade, trying to gain some momentum and put an end to this vicious onslaught. The Cortosis Weave inside his blade prevented the lightsaber from slicing through it. The Force-User span around, his double-bladed lightsaber twisting and weaving around as he span, and Typho could only give ground to the man, lest he fall victim to those deadly red blades. One of the blade lightly struck his armour, and a orange-red line appeared in it, glowing brightly.

Typho swerved to the left, and riposted forward, his blade aiming for the contact's gut, yet to no avail, as the Force-User jumped backwards, avoiding the blow. All three GTC operatives would have to work together if they hoped to defeat this powerful enemy.