Tersh strolls calmly out of the meeting room, putting on his combat gloves while he does so.
Ignoring the frantic movements of everyone else, he pulls out his commlink and dials Verena's commlink that he had given her.
"Verena? This is Tersh. Please gather any other students you can find and meet me at the War Pig. Yes... that hunk of junk."
He smiles at the rest of them, then to the Master Jedi.
"Master Atharias, do you think it would be wise to issue a drill warning? That way we could easily contact the students and they'll think it's a normal drill until we can get them into the Pig."
'Im missing three of my students on that datapad report If any of you stumble over a Cerean named Roo-Tol, a besalisk named Rutsken or Noovitk a female Rodian, tell them to gather at 9th level. Im going for Tisiliun in the Meditation Hall.' 'then get myself some proper weapons at the storage there' Xual runs of to the nearest elevator and tries to link alertness to his missing students.
"Master, are your organics functioning properly? There is only one ID beacon currently being transmitted, and it is the War Pig's. Therefore, no other ship could possibly be up there!"
A second later, the lift shudders to a halt, letting in a cloud of moist air. Nor stiffens as he senses an odd disturbance in the Force, a sort of curious pain, coming from somewhere out in the gloom.
As always, the skies of Blue are completely covered in heavy dark clouds, and thick fog clings to everything, making visibility extremely poor. Some sort of storm seems to be brewing overhead--thunder rumbles and golden flashes can be seen through the clouds.
As Nor emerges from the lift (which rapidly descends back into the academy) he can make out the War Pig resting only a few paces away from him. Disturbingly, the landing hatch is open and the access ladder is down. On the opposite side of the landing platform is what appears to be a second ship, although the gloomy fog is so dense that Nor can discern nothing more than a vague grey shape. At the base of the second ship, a soft blue glow indicates the presence of an ignited lightsaber.
Nor quickly shushes Timone and reaches for his comm which he keys for Sylara and quietly announces in a very serious voice (rare for Nor), "Master Sylara, an unknown ship is up here and someone with a lit lightsaber is at its base. My ship is open and I sense pain in the area. When the students are safe your assistance, and that of anyone else you can gather, would be most welcome. I will investigate."
Nor indicates to Sylara that he will try to contact his droid fighter and then, If Sylara agrees, Nor will have his comm on, set to broadcast the proceedings of what will occur to Sylara and Wayne.
Nor tries to contact his droid Wayne. If he can, tell him to activate his blasters on full (not reduced) and prepare to engage foes right outside of War Pig. But, to be quiet and await his command on this channel before he does so, or until someone threatens him in his hidden fighter bay, in which case he is to leave the bay.
With that (hopefully) done, patch back to Sylara and then stealth closer until he can make out some more detials (Hide +17). His hand will be on his lightsaber and comm link open to Sylara and Wayne. All the while being careul that the lit ligthsaber may be there to distract him from other possible enemies.
ooc: if the engines on war pig go live, he will use his jump boots to get right on board, stealth be damned.
As soon as Sylara hears Nor over the comlink he drops the extra weapons that he has picked up and heads as quickly as possible to the nearest lift and proceeds to level 0. On the way up, Sylara lapses into a deep meditation kneeling on the floor of the lift and focusing on the problem at hand.
Tersh scowls as he hears about the lightsaber wielding threat.
"A sith? Here?"
He follows Sylara, easily matching him stride for stride.
"So... does the weapon master have a plan?"
I think perhaps you assume too much, we do not know that this is a sith, but we shall see soon enough. Unfortunately there is not much that we can do to "plan." The elevator opens directly onto the landing pad, there is no cover between the ship and the lift. For now though, I suggest patience. Do not rush to find combat, we must asses the situation before hand. I'm sure that diplomacy will prevail here.
Tersh grins.
"That doesn't sound too much like a weapon master to me. I agree with you. However, if it's not a sith, what is it? Who else would be threatening us with a lgithsaber?"
I did not reach this position by answering every challenge with a light saber. Calm your mind, see through this veil to the heart of this issue. When we arrive at the landing strip the force will guide our actions, trust in it, let the force flow thorough you, and allow yourself to submit to it's wisdom.
Tersh's face quickly turns into a scowl.
"I am not a student, Sylara. I am a teacher. I do not need lessons, especially from you! I agree with you, and you lecture me?"
