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Janlu gathered the rest of her suplies and stood in front of the group in the hangar making a headcount. Once she was certain they had all arrived, she addressed them all, "Alright everyone, thanks for choosing to join me on what should be the most dangerous of the two missions. Still, we should wish Hoshi’s group well, as we never know what either of us will encounter. As you all know by now, Naku has been taken from us. We received some intelligence regarding an operation on Tython and that is what we are going to investigate. Receiving this information was not without the cost of many lives."

She sighed at the last sentence, the thought almost unbelievable to her. After a short pause for a moment of silence, she continued, "I hope you have all been training during this time. The flight plans were particularly difficult to arrange given the state of the planet. By far, our most difficult task will be surviving the harsh atmosphere of Tython. However, once we get passed that, there’s no telling what or who we might find, so we must be on our guard. Zera, Is your ship ready? We’re counting on you to lead us through with your navigation skills." Allowing him time to answer, she went over a few final details in her mind before concluding, "As for the rest of you, your ships should be in working order. Last we need now is to load up the supplies once the Mandolorians arrive. This should give us all enough time to get ready to leave."

At that, Janlu gave time for any questions or concerns as she anticipated the Mandalorians' impending arrival. She was nervous at this point, unsure of what they would find. The Outcast was certain enough they would survive the atmosphere, though something told her it would not be without casualties. Most of all, she felt there would be something familiar and yet very off. Shaking off all such thoughts, Janlu felt it best to focus on the present and only the more immediate dangers.

Darth Zeraxul was leaning against the wall, his eyes not really focused on the one who was speaking...rather, he listened to her while simply looking off in the distance. Towards the hangar, which would presumably be where they were headed next. He himself didn't understand why this....Naku was anywhere near remotely important, but he was mainly going for the opportunity to get off the main base. He had been feeling a little cooped up and bored. Definitely time to do something other than practice with a modified lightsaber or controlled environments for practicing his control of the Force.

At the mention of his name, his focus finally shifted towards Janlu. He then nodded slightly, a few strands of his white hair visible from beneath his black hood.

"Of course it is ready...I finished running the scans to make sure everything was good to go last night before retiring for the evening. I am ready when everyone else is prepared."

He knew they were counting on him to get them safely to this planet...he had spent the last couple of weeks studying the path they were to take and calculating out where the cutoff point would be for leaving hyperspace. He had a fairly good idea where this point was, but he was going to give himself-and by extension, the rest of the group-some extra cushion. No use risking being condensed into a ball that was a tenth as large as an atom. That was what was risked if they waited too long to pull out of hyperspace...and with the amount of cushion he was going to give them, it would be a twelve to twenty four hour journey before reaching Tyhton itself. Not so bad, considering the alternative. He then gazed around at the rest of the group, waiting to see what everyone else said....

Alla was sitting in the mess hall getting some chow when her comlink buzzed. glancing at it she quietly left there meals and answered there calls. it was a text only message from her cousin, commander Nole. "an assignment has come up. You Sergeant and Corperal Alamor are to be deployed on this. gather your equipment and report to the hanger by 1000 planetary standard time. full battle loadout is recommended. once you are ready report to Janlu, the Jedi in charge of this operation" nodding slightly, Alla stood and made her way towards her room to strap on her armor and personel weapons. finishing with this task she grabbed the last two pieces of equipment in her arsenal. Boomer and her helmet. slipping her helment on and strapping it down she unlatched the cylinders of her grenade launcher and loaded it. snapping it shut she checked the safety, and left. as she made her way to the hanger she encountered Pan Alamor prepped and ready for heavy combat, her rifle slung over her shoulder. the Cathar gave a polite nod to her comrade in arms and Alla responded in kind. they entered the Hanger and made there way over to a small gathering of individuals Alla recognized Janlu from the dossiers she had read and reported in " Sergeant Nole and Corporal Alamar reporting as ordered Sir." her voice was distorted somewhat by her helmet and sounded robotic. Pan dropped in to a at ease stance but her eyes as well as her senses were on full alert. it was her job to be alert and so she was. taking in all she could, the only thing the rest of the group could see was a slight turn of her helmeted head from left to right and back again.

Within the Depths of an unknown location in the galaxy, there was a room guarded by Sith Solders, specially trained personal of the Separatist that were trained to by Sith to resist the force. These Guards were assign to watch a particular room, which held one particular prize of the Republic and Jedi Order. The room was created specifically to hold force users in, with reinforced walls and Force Dampeners to prevent anyone who entered from using the force. As an added bonus of reassurance, it also had hidden auto-turrets within the walls, to keep anyone from reaching the room or leaving the room easily. Inside held a Jedi, Naku Kurosaki. A fine prize as any Jedi who they would bring in for information and possibly, to turn him towards the Separatist, and overall Dark Lord's cause.

Naku slowly woke up, feeling no more pain from his injuries. He did however felt he wasn't laying down in a sick bay, or even on a bed. He was groggy from waking up to what would seem like a room, an empty room. Though it was moving, or maybe he was moving around. He tried to move is arms, but they were stuck, he couldn't move them, but he could feel them, and his fingers moving. He looked down towards his arm, which also happened to be where the floor was located, moving ever slightly in a clockwise motion as he was suspended in air by an energy shield that kept him afloat, and secured. He tried to call onto the force to deactivate what was holding him. He could feel the force around him still, but for some reason, he couldn't feel the force work for him. "Dammit." He said to himself in a low tone. He felt powerless, and without a clue as to where he was, or how he got there. Naku closed his eyes, attempting to meditate and use the force to show him where he was, or to contact the Outcasts. No matter what Naku tried, it came to on avail. He decided to meditate, and prepare for anything that may happen to him.

Hearing Zeraxul's advice when flying reinforced Thanatos' idea that he should probably not fly as pilot. He groaned inwardly at the prospect, the last time he piloted anything was more than 10 years ago. Needless to say that would prove to be more liability than anything. So he just followed Zeraxul into his ship. In the past missions with him, Zeraxul always piloted. Hopefully this would also be the case this time.

Janlu obviously indicated both Zeraxul and Thanatos in her warning of use of the force. He took the warning, but Tython would not only give different effects to the force it would also enhance it. Sure he knew the risks, but they would only make him stronger. Though he would be careful.

(If you all don't mind, I'd like to do a short time jump that would put us in space, just outside of Tython's atmosphere so we don't spend too much time getting there and the other two characters can join us)

Aproaching the planet, Janlu could already feel what made it so special. There was a familiarity that made it feel more like home than home itself, but also an unknown. She felt a sort of void where certainty would normally reside. It wouldn't be easy finding their lost companion under these circumstances and they haven't even entered the atmosphere yet. A few storms sprouting up over the planet threatened any who should near and that's just where the group had to go. She took this moment to contemplate how their attempt to enter and waited for the others to be ready.

Zeraxul had been awake for a short time...after leaving hyperspace, he had set the ship to autopilot, allowing himself a bit of time to recover from lack of sleep from the night before. He and Thanatos hadn't spoken much for most of this journey...something slightly reminiscent of old days long gone by. In fact it was fairly close to how it was when they went on missions together...Zeraxul was always the one flying, as Thanatos never seemed to care for piloting a ship. As Tyhton grew closer and closer, he slowly began the procedures of taking the ship into manual piloting mode. The storm of the atmosphere wouldn't mix too well with autopiloting at all, and he'd much prefer to be able to recover from getting knocked off course if such an event were to occur. It'd be rough getting to land on planet for sure....but he was confident he could do so without much damage to his ship. He just hoped the other ships were equally adept pilots.

Which, apparantly, a seperate ship from their group he spotted from the corner of his eye, was not. Zeraxul could tell just from the way the ship buffeted that other ship, that it would be a very rough landing for whoever was in there...provided they survived. He quickly went to broadcast over the links.

"Hey...did everyone see that other ship? That's just proof we're gonna need to be careful going onto the planet...try to keep eyes out for an entry point in the atmosphere where there is no storm if possible. Otherwise, strap yourselves in....it's gonna be a bumpy ride."

He had a smirk on his face that Thanatos might recognize...a smirk he got when he was presented with any piloting challenge of any sort. It should be a pretty obvious warning to Thanatos to get in a seat and strap himself in...Zeraxul clearly was planning to take the challenge of getting through the storm and landing safely rather than take the time to find a very unlikely opening in the stormy atmosphere. The thrill of this place was already affecting Zeraxul a bit, it seemed.