OOC: Alright screw it. Im makin my own story line.
BIC: Darc eyed the figure closely. He did not understand why he was early, or even why he was here. He just knew that he was out of space and not about to die. Then he realized it. A red saber cut it open. Sith. Damn. Thats not good. So he played along with the man whom he spoke to.
Man: "So, where is the cockpit to this ship?"
"Follow." The man replied. Darc followed him throuigh a ship, noit seeing anyone at all.
MAN: "Where is everyone?"
The man continued to walk. "No one is here." He repliel. "Just me and you and our pilot. We have been waiting for yout to come back to us." They entered the cockpit and Darc looked at the man. If only the hooded figure knew. Darc was confused. Come back? He diud not want to come back. What was going on? Was there something he didn't know about? He pulled his saber quickly and killed the man from behind. He ran across the pilots room and, as he stood up, Darc sliced him down. He jumped in the pilot seat and gunned it. He set the co-ordinates to where the rest of the Jedi team was. Going full speed, he approached the planet quickly.He didn't know how he was going to make an entrance, but he definitely wanted something flashy. He hoped his luck was good. He saw the station and decided to do it. He started running for the back of the ship, and suddenly felt the impact. Well, there goes his ride. He walked back toward the front of the ship and jumped out the smashed front. He had hit the same room Khoroth stood in, but luckily did not harm him. Instead, he had taken out all the troopers that stood, ready to attack him. He looked at Khoroth...
Khoroth: "So, am I late?"....