Open Geonosis A Factory Of The Hutts

[Ben Corneal]

Ben was tired of the same game of hide and seek. He knew that gangs of have been running the underground of hutts and that Jedi still were hunted for a ransom. He didn't want to end up captured for this assault. It was a factory, and they were building some kind of droid army from old parts. Ben knew this would stop any future assassination in the order. He waited as he watched the guards follow a route.

 

[Ben Corneal]

Ben quickly dashed through sand before he met a steel wall. He used his lightsaber to cut a square hole inside of it. From there he could see a few men working on maintenance. The droids looked old, maybe even ancient to Ben. As he entered the factory, he also noticed transport shuttle land next to a bulk load of droids.

 

[Ben Corneal]

On the outside of the transport shuttle stood a muscular bald headed man with a scar and gray beard. The man was tall, and he looked like he was the one in charge. As the shuttle doors opened, a dark mask was revealed. He looked like a sith commando, except that he was armed with a vibroblade. The four men behind were guards of some sort. One wielded a double sided staff that looked like it was from the clone wars.

Ben realised if he moved now, he could gain an advantage from above. He entered the factory from his secret entrance. Their conversation distracted them, and they were far enough to not notice a screw fall.

 

[Ben Corneal]

He quickly and lightly motioned past a few crates with the force. He noticed the man in a mask reveal some kind of special blade. Ben noticed a small office with no windows that he could vanish into. He did just so, and he found himself to be lucky enough to stumble across some notes. '
Found on Korriban...
refurbished hilt
5 extra slots
5 red crystal in the center
2 on each side guard
Dual sided hilt with blight green Crystal
Bones of a Sigh Pureblood' Ben knew his time was short, as he stumbled across evidence of a discovery.

His head peaked out the door, and he saw the four body guards walk out the transport ship with a chest. The man in a mask opened the chest as the other man looked in. Ben Corneal knew he could lose anything important if he didn't act now.

A wrist pulled forward with strength before pulling back with equal strength; ignition. Four fingers connected to a fast, and slightly above laid a thumb positoned of balance; as a purple Crystal revolver peacefully back and forth.