Jeng for some reason felt he could trust this man. * The cockpit was orderly clean, simple thing such as these tell a great many things of a mans will and personality. I thank you for your time Sith, I have much to ponder. Your plan is a strong one, our Mission clear. Jeng: Forgive my tone, I simply do not wish to be forgotten. At this moment Jeng let his hand fall to his side.* you can trust him, he will not make you out to be a fool. * Jeng on a impulse felt his hand slide near his Saber, yet something in his mind told him to hold. I will call upon many evil things to make sure you remember be for the rest of your life Sith. I warn you do not cross me, I care not that your are my senior in the force. Jeng: Your plan is clear, I give my life to this cause. Those you are coming to take it over as well. This is all the makings of a mission with death on it, not just for the Jedi and those laying in wait on the space station. * Jeng now walked from one side of this room to the other, though to him self. If not then self the station to destroy its self. Then we will take over the control room, set a course to Dantoonie if at all possible. Jeng: I will enter the main check point with the two droids and the changer, we will make our way to the control room, lay waste to anything in our way. * The droid picked up the sword and began down the hall to the room of the changer. Explain to her that it will come in hand for combat with Jedi. Jeng: Dealer, take the blade and sharpen it for the changer and give it to the the beast. Jeng arose from his seated position and wiped away the sweat from his face, and called for his droid Dealer. A small spark shot from the hilt to the tip of the blade and Jeng caught it with his hands, it dissipated into his being. The light had been a focusing power used in the old Sith to embedding the metal with Dark-side energy. Droga took his hands and laid them above the floating blade and with a surge of lighting the blade sparked and shined. The sweat was coming from his brow now, he could feel the object almost complete. The leather wrapping the hilt had become tighter. The edge was becoming sharper, the hilt in the shape of to Sith warriors facing the opposite of each other. His mind was completely into it now, the metal was taking shape. Yet, Jeng was a crafty sort when it came to the way of the dark side of the force. A Sith Sword able to hold up to a light saber, this had long since been forgotten. With his hand in his lap he began to think of the object in mind, a sword. some metals and rubes, and some light saber crystals. He took a seat in the middle of the floor in front of his machine and began to place pieces of raw material.
That however matter not if they couldn't complete the mission, the road to the force is paved with good intentions. This Sith Master, had massed a good amount of skilled people for this mission. No matter the wait Jeng had, had much time to think of the people on this ship. He would prefer a head on battle, not this laying in wait for him to call upon him. Jeng did not care to wait to be dead, and would much rather deal with him up front. * The stink of the ship had began to grow on him now, the time had been dragging on for days it seemed.