Jobie was now inside the Sith Citadel, hidden by his mastery of Force Stealth techniques, and crawling round the maintenance shafts. He soon found the prison cells. where he saw, amongst others, an man who resembled his comrade Ne'aol, but this Ne'aol had a strangely different Force signature.
"Interesting..." he thought.
Before too long, he heard movement, and hid deeper in the shaft, so as not to be detected.

Darth Incursionus is already on the move, as if some sort of ungodly war-machine. Leaving Lady Vilus and the newly discovered Sith Tanek to the rescue mission of his master, someone is at requirement to defend the stronghold that is the Sith Citadel. Boots of durasteel sound in haunting resonations across the halls as each stalwart, yet malicious stride is taken, preparing himself for his last bastion of defense, and perhaps final great battle.

All of the necessary rituals and spiritual awakenings were by far complete, the floor littered with extravagant lines of crimson and intricate designs of old Sith teachings; not to mention the very armor-cloth combination that this Sith Apprentice adorns, left in lieu of something sinister, as if some sort of bloodshot-hued demon. His eyelids narrow about those wicked irises, slicing his gaze keenly over his environment -his home territory, ready to stand alone against the onslaught of the Night Jedi. This man is more than a match for at least three Night Jedi, let alone their army; time to prove it.

Manually sharpened teeth betray their wicked presence as a smile of terrible proportions dawns upon Incursionus...

On such a note, the subtle belying of masked ingenuity is cast aside for a blatant and more proper introductory, the Sith Lord, Darth Incursionus, calling out to Jobie-Wan with a somewhat of a terrible voice, raspy and malevolent as if a madman's lullaby.

"Come on out from there, Jedi. It took me quite a long time to discover you, you are -quite- the stealth artist, are you not?"

His words were neither condescending nor sarcastic, but rather laced with a sincerity that is rare amongst these troubled times and furthermore, alotting a single moment of respect, however short-lived. Those bloodshot eyes, cornered by his wild, unkempt black hair, avert their focus to fixate upon the ceiling awaiting the perpetual appearance of the Night Jedi within.

"Can we not settle this like gentlemen?"

A chuckle resonates at this little conundrum, clearly mocking the meaning of the word and misusing it with intentful purpose, returning that hideous grin to a disgusting face. His form is rather gargantuan, a finely masculine figure honed to utilization perfection; a killing machine awaiting his victim.

The halls are empty, long and wide corridors that permeate a sort of decadence perhaps left with kings and disciples of lost deities, save for a lone figure draped in black, shelled in his armor; awaiting the approach of Jobie.

Jobie charged out of the ventilation tube, straight toward Incursionus. He was making a head on attack. Suddenly, he changed direction, as if by an unseen force, and shot sideways, down another hallway, levitating from the ground. The exit was now in sight, and he dropped to the floor, running.

Tanek looked at Jobie getting out and running away, he looks at Incursious and sees he desperate for action and blood.

I'll go behind you, this is your prey.

Tanek waited for Incursious to move.

The fast antics of a fleeing Jedi caused the presence of a double-bladed lightsaber to reveal itself, audibly shooting to life and brandishing those twin crimson blades in anticipation of a gory end for Jobie-Wan. Incursionus briefly allows his face to twist to some sort of malevolent grin, terribly at that, before it vanishes to a spiteful snarl as attack turns to run. Eyes as bloodshot as a drug addict slice over their surroundings from within scarred and sinuous sockets, accompanied by the clenched teeth of pure hatred.

Tanek is noticed thereafter, the two Sith occupying a now-empty grand hallway of a citadel, silhouettes cast against a decadent chamber as if kings themselves; one, a rampaging beast, and the other a more cunning sentinel. The words of Tanek fell, however, upon deaf ears, scoffed at by the viciousness of this man -despite the lust for blood aching and gnawing upon his mind, he restrained himself.

"If he wants to run, let him run! I have no time to chase down cowardly vermin! Hopefully he'll return when he is more powerful."

A challenge, of sorts, before his eyes fixate upon his fellow Sith's figure, scrutinizing. Someone needs to rescue his Master, and they must decide whom. Vastly outnumbered, but not outskilled, these Sith defectionee's may just end up succeeding against the Night Jedi; a concept of Jedi that Darth Incursionus still does not understand, despite fighting against them for quite some time.

Jobie, arriving at the door, found it locked. He started to decode the lock, knowing that if they wanted, the Sith would be on his tail in seconds.

*Pryce moves with lightening speed and lunges out to swipe at Incursionus' legs, hoping to seperate them from his body.*

Tanek looked at Incursious, with eyes wide open.

ARE YOU CRAZY!? IF WE CAPTURE HIM THIS COULD TURN THE TIDE TO OUR ADVANTAGE EVEN MORE!!!!

Tanek ran behind Jobie trying to catch up with him. He sees the man trying to decode the lock and seems to be close enough to open the door, Tanek still like 40 feets away from him.

Jobie, having now decoded the lock, did not open it and escape. Rather, he turned to face Tanek, raising his arms out in front of him.

The hideous marauder that is Darth Incursionus would feel, through the force, the delicate strings pulled of a rather random assault upon his figure, twisting to parry lightsaber with lightsaber, the beacons of energy swirling about their frames in a terribly beautiful visage, as if some macabre lightshow. A slice that would surely slice limb from torso is deflected, audible by the thick hums and clashes of opposing weapons; before the Sith Lord's overpowering fighting skills come into play.

Slices, stabs, sweeps, and feigns are all but components to his formidable style of fighting, raining near ultra-fast assailments at Pryce's figure in a sort of hellish fashion, neither pausing, nor hesitation; flawless, this well-practiced fighting. The forms have taken his entire life to perfect, and it is revealed through steps and techniques of mastery, every move with a purpose, every slice and attack followed up without any release for a counterattack.

Alone, one on one, Pryce Fisto is no match for this rampaging warlord, and Darth Incursionus makes it clear with a resounding and horribly mocking mirth, ringing in echoes across the citadel.

"Come to play, have we? Then die, Jedi!"

Tanek got to exactly were Jobie was. He looked at Jobie and winked at him with a smile on his face. He took out something from his pocket and throw it at Jobie.

If I were you I use that key to open the door and let every single Night Jedi in, if not you could open the door that way but it will trigger an alarm that will lock down the facility and activate its defenses, and we don't want that.

He looked at Jobie as if he was happy to see him.

I made S.I.D. make a scan of the whole facility, and it's defenses. Open it up and lets head back and deal with this Sith scum! By the way Master Kenobi the prisoner is not on the good side so I will treat him as an enemy also he is very strong but we can defeat him, he is not aware of his full potential and doesn't know how to control it.

Tanek felt the presence of Pryce and head back to help his former friend against Incursious, without this one not knowing that Tanek was only pretending to be a Sith so they could destroy this new Citadel.

"Good to have you back with us, Tanek!"
*Jobie used the key, and Night Jedi soldiers, who had been waiting outside for this opportunity, rushed through the door and filtered through the facility. Jobie ran back up the corridor toward Incursionus and Pryce, taking his Nightscythe from his back.*