Xerron Delzaren was a man of careful loyalties, he didn't attach himself to anyone or anything easily, and his way of life had served him well thus far. He stayed cloaked, using his skills in Force Cloak and Force Concealment to remain undetected, as he had been doing for the past week now. He'd been sent on a mission by the<em>real</em>Sith Empire. These Dark Jedi had been causing quite a stir in this area and drawing unnecessary attention to the Sith. He was sent in to clean the mess up.<br/><br/>The actual Sith Empire wasn't recruiting right now, and didn't want any attention that might draw the Jedi Order's might against them. They weren't yet strong enough for a full assault. Many would call the tactic cowardice, Xerron called it "being proactive" and "having good preparation". The Sith Empire didn't take in barely cognitive strays that were uninvited. The Empire drew you, you didn't draw the Empire, and it was a lesson that these whelps were going to learn the hard way. It was almost time to strike.<br/>The fool leader had finally revealed himself and openly. How the young Knights sent to investigate missed him he would never know.<em>Perhaps he is better attuned to the Force than I thought</em>the assassin caught himself wondering. Then the Knights showed up, demanding the Dark Jedi's so called leader reveal himself. Xerron smirked as he thought<em>Then again. Perhaps not. These Knights it seems are especially weak and oh goodie, we have a mouthy whelp to add to the mix. How wonderful. I do so enjoy killing those ones especially. They're so damned annoying.</em><br/><br/>Xerron crept forward, silently taking his two lightsabers from his belt. It would be simple, creep forward, kill the leader of these bratty Dark Jedi, then kill everyone else. Grab their clothes, weapons and anything that might confirm the presence of the Sith were on Torow. The fool leader either hadn't detected him for the past week, or was very good at not letting on that he had. Xerron didn't care either way, the whole mess would be wrapped up in the next few moments anyhow. He'd stashed blasters, gang uniforms and upgraded vibroblades on his cloaked ship not far off, the whole thing would look like two gangs had met and fought each other to a deadly stalemate. No one would be the wiser, and no one would care. It was Torow, the cesspit of the galaxy, things like this were common enough to not raise suspicion.<br/><br/>It was all too perfect. Which was maybe why the assassin was so guarded. Something was up, and it was only a matter of time until Xerron found out what. For right now though, he contented himself with the current situation. The Dark Jedi leader was too caught up in his Battle Meditation, trying to force the fight his way to victory through his followers emotions, to pay any regard to him.<br/><br/>The assassin crept closer fingering the stud on his lightsabers that would ignite them, and draw the last breath from this imposter and his followers. He was now only ten feet away from the man that claimed to lead his crew of imposters. It would be a simple thing to leap forward and stab the man through th back, but, something was making him hesitate. A feeling in the back of his mind, that something was about to go wrong. Something he hadn't anticipated. So Xerron waited, crouched behind his prey that seemed so completely oblivious to his presence.<br/><br/><em>Meanwhile above the world of Torow...</em><br/><br/>Tey Shaak didn't know how long it had been since he'd started meditating, it felt like only seconds had passed, before the destination alarm began ringing to announce their arrival. The Togruta uncrossed his muscled legs and silenced the alarm. Then with careful and almost reflexive movements began preparing to drop out of hyperspace. A few seconds later the starlines turned into stars and the great diamond speckled sheet of black returned, washing away the blue coloration of hyperspace travel. "Now to find our wayward companions" he said to himself as he began steering the craft down to Torow's surface, the nose of the craft taking on a orange color as the frictionless craft met with the natural forces of the planet. A few moments later he was docked at the spaceport, following the Force where it lead.<br/><br/>It seemed like an hour went by as he followed the trail of the young Jedi Knights but, he eventually arrived at a canyon. A lone Jedi Knight, young Torik Jodiac he assumed, stood surrounded by what seemed to be Dark Jedi. They all wore the customary black robes of the Dark Jedi and Sith and they did indeed hold red lightsabers but, something was off. Their stances, their grip on their weapons were too weak, too readable to be experienced swordsman. Tey Shaak lept down, landing lightly behind the crowd of Dark Jedi and the young Knight, his hand near his lightsaber but, not grasping it.<br/><br/>He stretched out to the young Knight, trying to contact his mind, he could feel the boys heart racing, he could feel him try to suppress and control his anger. Tey Shaak nodded, this had to be him<em>"Torik Jodiac, do not turn around. Keep your guard up and your eyes focused on the force sensitives around you. They will not hesitate to kill you should you give them the opportunity. My name is Jedi Knight Tey Shaak. I was sent by the Council to help you on your mission. I am a Togruta, and I am going to make my way to your side now"</em>he sent telepathically in a force message to the surrounded Jedi.<br/><br/>He made his way slowly forward, urging the young force sensitives to power down their weapons. Some listened and dropped them immediately others, chose to cross blades with him, forcing him to ignite his violet blue blade. Tey Shaak shook them off easily, falling into the rhythem of Soresu and Djem-So. Soon enough he was by young Torik's side, five or so force sensitives unconcious behind him but, still very much alive. He knew slaughtering them would only increase the already unstable situation, so he simply knocked them out with the heel of his hand or a kick to their gut, before slamming them hard enough with the force to render them unconcious. Hopefully the easy defeat of their allies would cause them to rethink the situation. He was confidant they would because as he suspected, they were not swordsman in the least, and he was.