*There were glances, some looking at eachother. They were not used to the speach of their mistress sister. Some needed to kill a chuckle. They were diciplined however and did not disrespect the mistress sister.
They were all kneeling in a tight square formation in front of Wiko. It might be a curious feeling for her too, since not many times should a situation like this happen. An ex witch, with kneeling twilek slaves/guards/whatever-they-are at her feet, jumping at her every whim.
The Banshees? They were restless. Their mistress in perill they had no idea about. This was different from the other situations when she had gone away for long. They didnt know where she was, and they presumed she went alone because she would not be in danger. But right now, she was alone against an army. A scary thought. Very much so. These women were attached to their mistress the same way as they are attached to their lekkus.

And they served onto death.*

-03-
"Mistress, all due respect, but the Mistress wishes were two fold attack. The outside and inside."

-17-
"She wished chaos in the inside so the outside attack would be successfull. That is our orders, and that is what we shall do."

-06-
"But the Mistress wishes do not dictate the order, or how it should be executed."

*Agreeing mumbling.*

-17-
"Reverse the order. Land on the rooftop, infiltrate, create chaos, attack the front, and extract the mistress through either point. Guerilla tactics, stealth and disorientation of the enemy."

-12-
"Communication and sensors jamming. Scouting of outter defences before."

-01-
"Kill them."

-02, 03, 04... ...17, 18, 19-
"Kill them all, kill them till they are dead."

-01-
"And those that survive shall know our screams, and fear them."

-02, 03, 04... ...17, 18, 19-
"FOR THE MISTRESS!"

*They did not move. They seemed to end speak the same discussion, as if they were finnishing eachothers thoughts. The Twileks didnt move still, just sat there, on their knees, faces down, leaning on their elbows waiting for the Nightsisters order to start... they burned for it. Battle was one of the things they were made for, and there has been too little of this. They wanted all to proove themselves, to earn a name.*

The Inner - Cargo Hold Shanty Town

*It is strange to have the Banshees arranged around me as the would have arranged themselves around Atia, and as they speak with such confidence and clarity of purpose I feel the slight pull of apprehension the change in our plan has given rise to begin to swell within me. The memory of my dead twin, so clear and present and alive for me I can almost see her beside me as her voice silkenly says that I cannot allow Atia's absence to permit fear to find a way within me, says that the Banshees will be looking to me to lead them and I must do so without hesitation or any trace of uncertainty if I wish to deserve their loyalty and to remain amongst the Nightsisters. It is a test, my twin, dead for all but me, whispers, and one I cannot fail.

The Banshees are better trained and experienced at these situations than I, who have never fought any others than the rival Clans of my former Clan on Dathomir - this arena is not yet mine, the tactics necessary for surviving it are not familiar to me save at their most basic level - and so I decide to trust their instincts and do as they believe it is best that we do.*

*Atia is the Banshees' mistress, their loyalty to her absolute; to me Atia is a sister, a mentor and, I hope, a friend and my loyalty to her is no less unswerving and so I add my voice to theirs as they exclaim 'For the Mistress!' before nodding and, their confidence and crystalline sense of purpose becoming mine, nod resolutely as I say in a tone of confident command,* "Two, three, four, six and twelve; you will take what you need to scout the outer defenses of our target and to engage them on the ground level. The mistress found her way in through the information center and so may fall back to it. Take the center, slay those within and hold until informed it is no longer necessary. Move into position and await my signal to move. We strike the roof and the ground floor simultaneously once the communication and sensor jamming is in place. *Turning to the other Banshees, I say,* With me, *and begin making for the cockpit as I say,* We will secure the roof and make our way inside to sow the chaos the Mistress will need to accomplish her task. Once we are in, the Inner patrols the immediate area to ensure no reinforcements survive long enough to endanger either team."

-02, 03, 04, 06, 12-
"Yes Mistress Aineki."

*The mentioned stood up, and went back into the maze of cargobox living spaces. They made themselves ready for recon missions. Two changed to civilian clothing, grabbed bags that are used to transport large music instruments, and packed survalance equipment into them. Mostly binaculars that could take up different light frequencies like heat, radiation, infra red. Sensors that could take up large energy readings and for some reason was also calibrated to decide if someone was wearing underware. Dont ask why.
The other three were clothed in the usual Banshee aggressive attire. Banded body, stealth suit, E-11 blaster and cortosis alloy sword, binacular. All binaculars able to take pictures.

They took one of the cars they had rented not so long ago, and drove to the building block next to the prison, flew up high. The Truck stopped on a commercial parking lot at about the middle of the building next to the prison. It was a parking lot to a large clothing mall. The truck stood there for a moment, a door was oppened and closed, and then it left... it left two of the stealthed Banshees. These will be sitting next to the ledge, taking pictures in different views, unseen, silently.
The truck then was finally parked on ground level, a block from the prison. The two civilian clothed Banshees got out, and walked tightly together like lovers. This was perfect, as they covered for the cloaked Banshee behind them, who could take pictures of the prison without looking like she is taking pictures, since she was cloaked... They did a couple rounds around the building, and then headed back, picked up the two banshees that took the pictures from above, and then returned with the report (witch chould be described by Sir Taung.).*

-Inner-

*Driver Bob, Captain of the Inner walked up to Wiko as the Banshees started to get ready. The blonde short woman was somehow always filled with energy though, and could mostly deliver a smile to anyone who was intrested in looking for one. This time, she meant business though.*

-Driver Bob-
"Mistress Aineki, I was instructed by the Mistress to provide you with anything you might need, and I will uphold her wish. What do you need for this comig operation? I will get whatever I can get my hands on, should you need any equipment for yourself."

The Inner - Cargo Hold Shanty Town

*Turning from the Banshees as they move to carry out my instructions when I see the blonde humanoid woman approaching, I do not consider her question long before answering,* "I need only that which the Banshees will have; the banded body suit, blaster and blade," *as I know that Atia leads them garbed and armed thus and so shall do no differently.

Following the captain of the Inner to where I can find what I have requested and change into it, I don the unfamiliar garb and weapons, for a moment considering retrieving my quarterstaff but discarding the idea as it would be of little use against the armored Mandalorians that are likely to be our opponents.* *My skills with the blaster are questionable at best, and with the blade only moderately better but I am a quick study and will have the Banshees and the winds of power with me unless we have need to enter the strange phenomenon we sensed.*

*Returning to the cargo hold, I find the Banshees that will be with me on the roof and await the report from the scout team that has been sent out . . .*

*Taung meets with General Heckler, and General Koch, and Admirals Holland and Holland.*

"Where do we stand?"

=Admiral Holland=
"The Sith having taken severe losses seem to have retreated in a peicemeal fashion. Little or no damage to the fleet, however the Shield Defense Stations will have to be scrapped. Enemy losses indicate nineteen ships lost, with several severely damaged and possible losses."

"What about Lianna?"

=General Heckler=
"Very little damage, the loss of one MAAT, and a squad of troops. No collatoral damage of civilian structures. The female Sith was recovered, but we captured one male, and he is currently in isolation. We have detailed medical exams and dna of both, and we have the body of Sinistra's apprentice De'nia, also with detailed medical scans."

"Excellent."

*Taung thought for a few moments. There were a number of possibilities that had very interesting possibilities.*

"I want DNA samples from all three and their medical exams, especial attention to their brain scans."

*Taung's plan was simple, he would clone his enemies, and depending on how things went, either use them to bolster his own strengths, or to wreak vengeance upon the Sith who had the arrogence to believe that they were the only power to be reckoned with in the galaxy.*

"Begin building new defense stations and scrapping the damaged ones. Have the fleet hold position in a defensive location over Lianna City."

*With that the leaders went about their orders.*