The Knights of the Old Republic Expanded: Scabs of Malachor

[Rosé Moon]

[Fieldbox="Commander Meetra Surik, blue, dotted"]
"Can you feel it, Commander?" Calling her 'commander' almost felt like teasing. She didn't feel it was a title that she had earned, and the young Jedi Knight felt he knew she felt that way. "The way the Force moves here? It's ebb and flow. It's unnatural, and uncanny -- almost goading. You feel it, don't you Meetra? You know why this must be the spot. The place where we crush the Mandalorians, and finally whip the Republic, and the Galaxy's hands clean of this filth."

Commander Meetra Surik did know. She did understand the words of the Supreme Commander. The Jedi Crusader. Revan. Even though he was a ten inch hologram on the command deck of the Hammer-head class vessel, 'Forebringer', she felt the power of his presence. That man could be anywhere in the Galaxy, and even as a hologram before you, his voice would shake a room or fortify the resolve of his followers.

"Yes, Supreme Commander Revan-" Meetra finally muttered in some form of response, "Just as you said, Malachor is a nexus of dark side energy. Any Jedi on the surface would it's pulls. It-- it makes a great trap."

"It would've been unfortunate if you didn't think so, Surik. Now, as to how we bring them there. They are cornered, like rats. Without any bait, the fools would stay in their corner and die with their fangs drawn on any forgettable world." However, Revan had taken care that the Mandalorian's would come where ever he wanted them. A prisoner. A high ranking Mandalorian who would be put before Revan's army of Jedi and killed, stripping his clan of honor. What a shame that would be, and the perfect thing in these final hours, to pull the cowards from the corner.

"The prisoner is of the 'Rao' clan. A prestigous one, close to their leader. They would rather starve themselves out chasing us for him then let us humiliate the Rao clan. Pride -- a weakness if not deserved."

Meetra Surik observed silently as a picture of the nearly bald Mandalorian appeared before her. Smug and prideful. They all looked the same in her eyes.

"Send a squad down to the surface of Malachor. You will find a temple on the surface, the holocrons within leads me to believe it was called the 'Trayus Academy' at some point. It is located within a deep, mountainous ravine. It will bottle neck any troops they get to the surface, while the Republic Army faces the brute of it above the planet. As soon as it seems they have given all they have, you are to order Bao-Dur to activate the Mass Shadow Generator. After that, the Mandalorians will never come out of hiding again."

He was right there. She had seen what Bao-Dur had created, and seen his experiments with it. That weapon was wrong. If they activated that thing on Malachor, even the benevolent Jedi may hire assassin's to come after them. Despite even that thought however...

"I will see it done, Supreme Commander."

"I know."

With that, the tiny visage of Revan vanished, and Meetra relaxed. What... what a mess this entire war had been.
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[fieldbox="Yulon Hus, yellow, solid"]
"You know very well I don't care for this Jena. Had the war been against any other species in the Galaxy and I would be on the other side." It was a argument that seemed to play out among Yulon's team almost daily. Morality, and how Revan wasn't this great savior, but another dog of war just like the Mandalorians. "Nothing the Mandalorian's have done justifies Revan, or Alak for that matter, to come out into the fringes of war and act the same as our supposed enemies. Least of all for worthless trinkets like, 'glory'!"

Yulon was a Jedi Sentinel, and a rather decent one at that. Though he gave it no thanks, this could've very well been in part to his cybernetic enhancements. A left eye, left arm and both legs both having been replaced with cybernetic betters that augmented his strength. The council had been against such things, but did not forbid them. However, it was his enhancements he blamed for not having been placed on the council. So confident, and condescending he was.

The third member of their squadron was a republic soldier named Arno, standing a bit away from the Yulon and Jena. At the his elbow was a microphone and speaker that suddenly chattered to life as if to intervene the ensuing argument. An electronic voice crackled to life to alert them that the door to their squadron's living quarters.

"Disengaging electronic locks."

The voice that spoke was cold an empty, but just as it warned the door suddenly hissed, a mechanism spun in the center and then split apart to revel two Republic soldier's escorting... someone. Yulon's sharp, dark blue eyes narrowed as he observed the man who wasn't a Republic Soldier and his curt voice penetrated the silence as he finally turned his back on Jena to give full attention to this man. This prisoner.

Yulon wore dark robes that were uncommon for a Jedi of his class, they made him stand out, and these robes swayed as his pace took him towards the man. This nearly bald Mandalorian named 'Sidarous Rao'."

Before Yulon could reach the gravity cuffed Mandalorian, the soldier's had shoved him into a circle and pounded a switch on the wall, and Sidarous was suddenly encased in a barrier. A prison.

"Lucky you are, Mandalorian, for if the Republic and Revan didn't have more use for you I would euthanize you like a sick pet."

Yulon had done it almost unconsciously, but outside the electric gate, the room had been made a little brighter by the sun like radiance of Yulon Hus's single hilt lightsaber, which hummed with the intensity of any other lightsaber. The blade shinned a bright, nearly golden yellow, and for a moment it seemed Yulon would attempt to plunge the sabre through the force field without another thought.

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@Firemind @Snowflake @BlueFlameNikku

 

[Snowflake]

[fieldbox=Arno Rayn, green, solid]

There was something so confusing about introducing Jedi into the Republic's chain of command. They were far too skilled and capable to be simple officers but nowhere near as experienced to warrant proper rank. The end result was a tense situation in which no one had a clue who exactly was in charge, the Captain from the Republic or the Jedi Master. When ego didn't get in the way it was easy to work but that was rarely the case. It's not that Arno couldn't figure out exactly how the system worked, he simply didn't want to bother. He was more than happy not being in charge and simply being there as some sort of watchman for the two Jedi in his squad. That said, their arguments were starting to get repetitive and unamusing.

Thankfully, before he had a chance to stick a foot in his mouth, they brought in a prisoner to share the room with them. At times it got hard to see what weird ideas their High Command got though in this case, the situation was clear as day. A baited trap, their squad was in charge of the bait and unfortunately, the 'venerable' Jedi seemed to have other plans, or at least ideas he won't execute, most likely... Eye narrowing against the bright yellow glow Arno finally spoke up while fiddling with his wrist-mounted datapad.

"If you want to go head to head without that lightsabre I'd be more than happy to let the Mandalorian out of his cell and restraints. If not, I'd suggest tempering your attitude, boss." Sarcasm was clear when regarding that title. It's not that he didn't want the man in charge, he just liked to remind him that on officially it was Arno's name that counted as a squad leader. A jab made all the more silly by the fact that Arno didn't want to be in charge. "Doesn't your Code have a thing or two to say about this?" The Jedi Code that he so deftly picked up from someone's datapad made little sense to Arno, perhaps his lack of wisdom or spiritualism led him to think of as nothing but a set of rules that at times seemed understandable but at other times ridiculous.

"Leave the man alone, the fact that he got captured is punishment enough for him. Especially since he probably has some semblance of an idea what his life is being used for." While the tone was almost dismissive the message he was getting across was clear enough. 'Don't ruin the bait.' That said, he turned to Jena and gave her a look that roughly translated to: 'You're in charge now'.

"Jena, please be a dear and keep the old man in line. I'd rather not have to put in a failure report." A good leader delegates responsibility and by doing so Arno was, in fact, a great leader for delegating everything to the two Jedi and only really handling the more technical aspects of missions. He was a bit sad after their last Utility Droid got torched by an Ion Grenade. That one had a sense of humour, almost.[/fieldbox]

 

[BlueFlameNikku]

[fieldbox=Jena Lilith, blue, solid]
With arms crossed and head tilted in a clearly annoyed fashion it seemed Jena was doomed to an eternity of arguments with Yulon. "How many times have we been over this Yulon? Your argument is irrelevant and to top it all off it is insufferably boring." She groaned. "You are clearly here, fighting with the rest us so you either have some ounce of belief in Revan or you just despise the Mandalorians way more than our supreme commander." The Jedi smirked. With how often the cyborg complained about Revan's actions it was obvious the man clearly irritated him and Jena loved poking at Yulon's various pet peeves. "From where I'm standing I don't see how your vengeful behavior is above the so called dogs of war you picture our side as."

The former Jedi Guardian Jena was a bit more proud than most Jedi tended to be. She never liked where any form of traditional robes, preferring her more form fitting outfits. Her dark red and black hair was usually what made her stick out in a crowd and the colors emulated her personality well. She had an assertive personality that was known to flare up in various ways while she also enjoyed pushing people's buttons and seeing what happens afterward. She had taken well to the more physical aspects of being a Jedi ever sense she was a Padawan though she was an infamous rule breaker whenever she could get away with it and sometimes even when she couldn't.

Jena had watched in silence as the brutish appearing Mandalorian was brought in that is until Yulon's threats began to pour our and Arno had to tug on the cyborg's leash just a tad; a chuckle escaping from the female Jedi's lips. Her head would lean towards Arno's direction; a knowing smirk in response. She casually strode just past Yulon, right by his activated lightsaber and stepped a little closer to the prisoner than her Jedi peer had, just a tad to one side with her back to said peer as if she was ignoring him. She leaned forwards towards the Mandalorian, her hands held behind her back as she appeared to inspect him with a smile. Jena didn't hate the Mandalorians per say. In fact she respected their amount of martial prowess. Also anyone who could piss off Yulon this much just by existing was way too entertaining to let die so soon.

The woman stood straight once more and turned so she could pay attention to both the prisoner and her Jedi peer while stayed between them; her arms now casually crossed behind her head. "Relax Yulon, as much as I love how badly you're proving my earlier point right now...which I do; I despise failure a lot more." Despite the relaxed and deceptively cheerful attitude that Jena was presenting she was sure Yulon could feel the seriousness she emanated, having been around her enough now at this point. But there was also something else there. Perhaps even the known Force sensitive in the room could see it too if they looked into Jena's eyes. They were staring at Yulon; examining, piercing and unflinching as if they were begging for him to start something. Eyes that have been waiting for the soon oncoming excitement of battle; itching for the chance of an early warm up. A silent threat of sorts.

She felt no need to grab for her lightsaber. The Jedi wanted to see something. She wanted to see if the old man would really back down in his current situation. If he didn't...well...the radiance of a blue saber would make its presence known rather quickly. Then again perhaps deep down Jena just wanted to see if she could attain the satisfaction of making her peer back down in such a way.
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@Rosé Moon @Snowflake @Firemind

 

[Firemind]

[fieldbox=Sidarus Rao, Red, solid]
It should have been a glorious end. Sidarus Rao remembered it fondly, even as he was carried around like so many loose powder kegs. The final stand of his squad looked hopeless, even as they secured the retreat of his allies from the lost cause. Young Mandolorians were dropping to his side, not watching their cover. They were gunning down Republicans by the dozens, pinning them down with heavy blaster fire and frequent grenades. Sidarus had shouted out to his squad-mates to retreat and leave him behind for the final hold. He could see the approaching Jedi, near the front of the Republic forces. His heavy rifle was overheated and the charge packs were basically drained, in desperate need to reload. He was down to a pair of pistols and his Vibroblade, not that he'd be able to outdo a competent Jedi when it came to swordplay. No, he wasn't going to be able to win this fight; but he could get enough people out alive to tell of his heroic last stand. His mighty warrior spirit, and the all-consuming fury with which he fought the enemies of the Mandalorians.

Instead of fighting him though, the Jedi collapsed the structure he was in on top of him using the force. He was forced to leap out of the structure by the skin of his teeth; only a single pistol and the short Vibroblade in hand. He was surrounded on all sides by the Republic soldiers, the Jedi approached him, clearly intending to win the fight with his lightsaber. Sidarus moved in to fight the man, pistol holstered and small Cortosis-weaved blade in hand. He moved in and even surprised the young man; barely more than a teenager. Rao knocked him on his ass with a sweep of the legs. He pounced on top of him, pinning his hands down, knocking the lightsaber away. His dagger was raised, hungry for the kill. Ready to strike before...

Everything went blank, as the sharp butt of a rifle hit the back of his head. It wasn't a good way to end his story. It wasn't an honourable loss. It was him, with a kill stolen from him by cowards who didn't appreciate an honest duel. Now he was face to face with more Republic soldiers, dragging him through some cushy base towards the Living Quarters, according to the signs. He was thrown into an Electronic prison, Grav-shackles still around his hands when he was put face to face with a Cybernetic Jedi with a clear fascination with dark leather and trying-too-hard.

He watched this Yulon figure, who clearly thought himself the boss, talk high and mighty about how readily he'd have killed Rao were it not for whatever scheme they were cooking. It didn't take as wise a warrior as him to know that he was bait, not that Yulon was a subtle man. The golden radiance of his Saber igniting had the mostly-bald warrior smile as he leaned in closer. "Lucky for you I'm shackled, Tin-man, or I'd beat a smile onto your face with that stick up your ass." He gave a shit-eating smirk to the Cybernetically enhanced Sentinel, daring him for the fight he was pretending to offer. When the Republic soldier started to chide Yulon, Rao's smirk broadened even more. "Oh, you not heard mate? The Jedi code is more like a set of guidelines...Conveniently forgettable, when they see something they want." He chuckled as he leaned back against the only solid wall of his electrical prison, watching the three people in the room with the confidence that did not befit a captured man. He was seething with anger, but he was not defeated, nor was he disheartened. He was a caged wolf, waiting for a chance to rip out some throats and make a break for it.

Jena took to the stage not long after the Republic representative left, having delegated the role to the Jedi. It was a fitting analogy for the entirety of the war thus far; Republicans with no real idea on how to deal with a situation handing it over to bickering Jedi who were more interested in glory and pissing contests. At least the new Jedi was nice to look at. When she stepped forward to stare at him, he stared back; confident eyes meeting hers as he smirked. She made another comment mocking this Yulon figure, and he laughed again. "If you'd like me to beat your insubordinate into line, just take these shackles off and turn this field off. I know how frustrating it can be to have a rabid dog who doesn't know his place." With a wry smirk, he winked at Jena, before blowing a kiss at Yulon, antagonising the Jedi Sentinel as much as possible. If the man snapped, he'd either get a chance to escape, or a chance at a glorious death. Both were preferable options to being hauled in front of some Republic jury to be sentenced to rot in a cage for a few decades. "I'll even let you tie one of my hands behind my back. Make it 'fair'."
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[Rosé Moon]

[Fieldbox=The energy field that connects all things, gray, solid] Feeling would drop from the room, as if a vacuum of feeling was turned on. The Force sensitive would feel it undoubtedly, but the Republican Engineer, as well as the mostly Force deaf Mandalorian would feel it's tug. The former Jedi, Jena, would feel the tug first. As if her Sentinel comrade had tugged at her through the Force without even looking at her, however, the tug was not physical. It was spiritual-- as if this unseen force had taken hold of her very soul and tried to gently tug it from her. Then the Mandalorian would feel the pull, surely a bizarre feeling for one such as he and finally the Republican would feel the yank.

As suddenly as the vacuum had begun, it ended, as a holoprojector upon the wall clicked, buzzed and then hummed to life as a life scale of the Revanchist Commander, Meetra Surik would appear in the room. Between the blue light of her projection, and the golden hue of Yulon' sabre, the room was washed in a viridian shade, but only for a moment, before the lightsaber of Yulon Hus was deactivated and blue became the prevalent shade within the room.

At first, the Commander was silent, merely peering at Yulon Hus, and then to Jena Lilith, as if she believed she had just interrupted in-fighting, after that moment however, she began and the feeling in the room finally settled.[/fieldbox]

[Fieldbox=Com. Meetra Surik, blue, dotted]"Surely, I wasn't interrupting anything, was I?" The known Jedi Commander prodded at their lack of professionalism. It had been a strange occurrence between the Jedi in command, and those who weren't. They acted as if they'd been trained for war the entire time they'd been at the temple. Hubris.

"I see you've meet our dear guest, Sidarous Rao. I'm unaware if any of you--" the Jedi Commander, even in form of hologram kept her back turned on the Rebel Soldier, seeming to only be addressing the two Jedi, and even the Mandalorian before him. "--know of the Rao clan. If not, just know they are brother clans, apparently with the Mandalorian leader; Mandalore the Ultimate."

Meetra Surik didn't need to use the force to feel the delight Yulon suddenly displayed as dots connected in the man's head.

"I shall make our plan clear to you, as you three will be in-charge of making sure everything doesn't fall apart. Supreme Commander Revan was at the battle our friend Rao was captured in. Rao, to his fortune, did not encounter him. The ones who did... well, Revan ripped information from their minds. He learned that the Mandalorians have forbidden landing on the planet we are now above-- Malachor V." The room was silent as Surik paused, but it was clear Surik's eyes fell on Rao to observe his response to the news of the torture of his brothers.

"Your mission is simple. Transport Rao to the surface of Malachor, hold him there until the Mandalorian fleet arrives. Their fleet would only send troops onto Malachor for someone of Rao's status. With their..." again, Surik made eye contact with Rao, "Dwindling forces spread thin, Revan and the Republic forces will engage then in a naval battle and we will force them down."[/fieldbox]

[Fieldbox=Yulon Hus, yellow, solid]"Commander--" Hus injected, now standing straight and professional, lightsaber no where to be seen. "You make it sound as if we will be the only ones on the planets surface. Surely, there will be other, to fend off the, as you assured, certain foot soldiers.[/fieldbox]

[Fieldbox=Com. Meetra Surik, blue, dotted]"Of course. But they will be lesser then one might imagine. The brute of our force is needed for the naval battle. There is... a contingency, however. An experimental 'bomb'. The Malachor protocol. You all will be stationed in an old Temple planet side that is bottle-necked in a canyon. In this canyon we've placed this weapon. If a large amount of soldier's reach the planet's surface, it will be activated to keep then away from our friend, Rao."

"Commander." A soft voice injected from somewhere unseen behind Surik, and just like that, her transmission cut out, and the four were left in the room, with no more opportunity to discuss there mission, but knowing full well what the plan was.[/fieldbox]

[Fieldbox=Yulon Hus, yellow, solid]"Ahh, Mandalorian..." he chided in a condescending tone, turning away from the man in question, "Is there any honor in knowing all of your brothers will die because you allowed your self the disgrace of capture?"

Without another though he turned towards the door that only minutes ago the Mandalorian had been brought through.

"Lilith-- Rayne-- secure the filth. We leave for the surface at once. No dilly rallying, with haste now. I'm sure the rest of those curs are in hot pursuit of this..."

Hus didn't finish his no doubt uplifting statement. [/fieldbox]

@Snowflake @BlueFlameNikku @Firemind

 

[Firemind]

[fieldbox=Sidarus Rao, Red, solid]
The interruption of the could-of-happened brawl left Sidarus with a slight frown on his face. He had seen images of this woman before, and recognised her quickly enough as one of the main commanders of the Jedi forces; not too far down the totem pole to the actual warriors in Revan and Alak. He was tempted to interrupt, but knew he'd lose an opportunity to gather as much information as he could if he stirred the pot. Instead of talking, he did what the smart man did when he was in a poor position; he listened. Surik spoke as if he didn't exist, and even casually mentioned the torture of the Mandalorians who were unlucky enough to meet with Revan. A light wrinkle of the nose showed his distaste for the information, but he wouldn't lash out like a wild dog. Not like this Yulon fool.

Surik kept talking, and filled in the details that Sidarus was missing. The Malachor protocol, why he'd been captured, and what the real plan was all made sense; but why were the Republic so insistent on using Malachor V as the stage for this plan? He was frustrated to no end by his capture now. More-so than he had been in the days since it occurred. A pawn in someone else's game? Not his hope. No, he would need to think hard for a way out of this.

Just like that, the message was ended, and Yulon was back on the attack lack a hungry dog diving for a bone. Sidarus' previous smile was replaced still by a deep scowl, but when the Sentinel tried to prod and to poke, he spat at the electrical field; directly where Yulon's eye would have been. He watched the sizzle, smirking. "I'm glad you're proud, little Jedi. You're well on your way to becoming conquerors and killers; just like us Mandalorians. Shame you can't do it by dint of combat. Just your pitiful traps, and your 'Malachor protocols'." He watched Yulon turn away, only to speak to the Republic soldier and the other Jedi. He ordered them about, as if he was in charge again, and Sidorus saw what was one of his only outs. He shouted over to Jena mostly, but as much to the Republic soldier. "Make sure to wag your tails when you do. Scum like your 'leader' Yulon likes it when his dogs do what they're told with pleasure."
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[Snowflake]

[fieldbox=Arno Rayn, green, solid]

Jedi or not, Arno wasn't the kind to speak out of turn in front of a superior and Commander Surik was one such individual, of that much he was aware, at least. Though he did want to throw in a few snide comments he kept his mouth shut as he sat onto his bunk. Luckily for him, she seemed interested in the Mandalorian more than any of them. That said, they got their orders and some explanation as to why he was in their room. Something that Arno was going to ask but no longer needed to.

As soon as the hologram faded he got off his bunk and kicked the footlocker open to get his belt out. It had a holstered service issued blaster, no more than a pea-shooter when faced against a Mandalorian, but it served to inspire some confidence in the troops. More importantly, it had his multitool on the left side. Bending down he picked up a messenger bag filled with scrap that could be useful at some point. Things and bobs he gathered over time and never really could toss away. Granted they were going to be setting up at a Temple so chances were there wouldn't be anything for him to fix there, then again who knew, those ancient things were sometimes more impressive than it seemed.

Stretching he made his way to the control console for the cage and after a nod to others deactivated the field. Whoever took the prisoner was all the same to him, although he was loathed to follow Yulon's directions given how the metal man was acting. "Yulon, for crying out loud keep your mouth shut or I swear by the Force you hold so dear I will weld your lips shut next time you go to sleep." It wasn't just Yulon's words that bothered him, but the whole attitude was starting to grate on his nerves. Sure Mandalorians were ruthless and dangerous, hence the war, but this sort of behaviour was something Arno expected out of slavers, not the damn Jedi.

"Jena, would you mind handling the prisoner, I don't trust Yulon not to kill him at all." That was a bit of an over-exaggeration, he doubted the cyborg would compromise the mission, but he felt like taking a stab at him like that would be enough to give him some idea of how little he valued him as a squadmate at this time. As a tactician he was invaluable, but as a human being, he was being a real piece of shit at the time. "I'll go prepare the shuttle for departure."

The whole time Arno seemed to ignore the fact that the Mandalorian was talking, in fact, that was exactly he was doing. He was an engineer, his job wasn't to interrogate people and he didn't care to listen to an enemy spout nonsense. Instead, he left the room ahead of the two Jedi to go prepare a shuttle. He naturally sent a request for any maps and scans of the coordinates they would be landing at to make sure there aren't any surprises. Dealing with Yulon in this state was enough of a bother, having even more problems planetside would be even worse.
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[BlueFlameNikku]

[fieldbox=Jena Lilith, blue, solid]
Jena was too busy enjoying the little squabble that was ensuing to be prepared for the gentle tug on her very soul. Her smile would vanish for but a moment as she pressed a hand to her chest. It was a less than comfortable experience for sure. Though the Jedi returned to a more neutral posture as Commander Surik came in over the holoprojector. Listening quietly over the details of their task Jena felt a little disappointed as the mission sounded like just a bunch of baby sitting while the real fight happened elsewhere. She knew better than to speak out against the endeavor however, as the backlash for speaking against Surik was surely not worth it.

With the briefing ended of course Yulon was back to his antics, warranting a heavy sigh from the female Jedi. Thankfully the unexpected threat issued by Arno cheered her up as she couldn't help but laugh. "I'd pay good credits to see that Arno." Promptly nodding in agreement to Arno's distrust of her Jedi peer, Jena took her position behind Sidarus at this point them being the last ones left within the room. With a gentle hand placed upon the Mandalorian's left shoulder Jena spoke softly to him. "If you behave yourself...well...more accurately if you don't insult me again and you survive whatever happens I'll be sure to grant you that honorable death the Mandalorians always seem to be cheering about...ok?" She'd flash him a smile before gesturing with her free hand towards the door. The Jedi saw no need to deny the proud man the act of walking on his own while keeping a hand on his shoulder. "It is a shame though. I was starting to enjoy your company."

It was all one big let down to her. The mission they were given sounded as boring as the paperwork Arno would fill out, Yulon was being more of a bastard than usually and the prisoner she was happily enjoying goes an insults her even after she was being so nice. Pretty soon she'd hope to find some outlets for her frustrations.

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[Boba Fit]

[fieldbox=Azesha Zekral, pink, solid]

Azesha(Aze for short) just delivered on her latest bounty. A rogue Mandalorian agent, supposedly involved in giving Mandalore information that helped them conquer the planet. After some Jedi were killed at the temple, and the subsequent closure of the Taris temple, Mandalore invaded. Revan had left the Jedi order and led them on a fight against the Mandalorians. One of the main reasons Aze decided to leave the Order. After a few years of occupation, the Republic finally took back Taris. Though the damage had already been done. The economy was in shambles. The Mandalorian bombardment had destroyed parts of the cityscape. Only the lower city had remained relatively unscathed. Even then, evidence of the occupation could be found.

The few Mandalore agents that haven't been found or killed were holed up in the Lower city or under city. That is where the scum and trash go to not be found. With Taris law enforcement weakened since the occupation, the Republic has been hiring bounty hunters to track down spys and agents that aided Mandalore. Well, at least if the gangs and criminals hadn't found them first. Due to this, Aze had built up a bit of an.....understanding.... with the Hidden Beks. They would help each other out with things. If Aze needed info on the Lower city, she would just help the Hidden Beks with something, and they would give her the info. Since they helped fight the Mandalorian occupation, they at least looked favorably on those hunting the remaining agents.

Walking out of the Republic Embassy with her cred stick now safely stashed in her pocket, she forced her way through security and the crowd. Before the occupation, riots and protests against the government were happening. Now that things had gotten worse, people often queued, or group around the Republic embassy. Trying to claim asylum or refugee status and get off this kriffin hell hole. Her subtle nudges in the force, moving people out of the way with little effort or contact. Once she was through, she sighed as she made her way to the elevator that would take her to the Lower City. "Being a Kriffin bounty hunter, and I've already made the galaxy a more just and peaceful place than the kriffin council on this war. Figures." As Aze mumbled to herself the elevator door opened and she made her way to the cantina.

Upon entering, she went straight to the bar and was promptly addressed by the rough bartender. "Wha'll it be, miss?" She responded with, "Sith Scorcher. EXTRA scorching". The bartender turned around and began to make her drink. A rather scummy looking type of man, probably a criminal, began to approach and she sensed his intention. She briefly brushed his mind with the force, before suggesting, "You want to go kriff someone else. Preferably a hutt." The man stopped behind her and then said to no one in particular, "I want to go kriff someone else. Preferably a hutt." He then turned around and left as the bartender set her drink down in front of her.

Aze grabbed it and shotgunned half of it, wincing as it went down. Taking a deep breath and blinking a couple times after swallowing. That hit the spot.
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[Rosé Moon]

[Fieldbox=The Force, Gray, Dotted]When the Mandalorian finished his retorted, the room would once again feel as though it'd been put into a vacuum. The force sensitive could describe it as an intense feeling of butterflies. The butterflies within the stomachs of the Jedi would feel as if their spirit was being tugged from their being, and towards a certain point. However, this point was different from before. Again, it pulled in the direction of the Jedi Sentinel, Yulon Hus.

Apart from the Jedi, even the Mandalorian and Republican would feel this pull, but their experience would be... different. Much more intense than before, the pull would notably yank Sidarous forward, as well as Arno. However, this feeling was much more than a yank on the soul to them. It was more like a shove, and in that instance, the room would go silent for them. Truly, a vacuum. The silence would penetrate them like a scream in the emptiness before suddenly being silenced, and released. The room would suddenly return to it's natural stage. [/fieldbox]

[Fieldbox=Yulon Hus, Yellow, Solid] It was only because he was spear heading the group that no one else in his team saw his eyes shut for an instance before reopening them. He needed to keep a grip on himself, so the Jedi settled for ending this childish squabbling by merely looking over his shoulder and staring dagger towards the other three of his troop. With that, however, he continued his confident, head fast gait. It was only moments before the dark-clad Jedi had lead the group into the bay of the Forebringer. The room was massive, with a single wall consisting of a massive, electro-magnetic shield that kept the bay separated from the vacuum of space. Republic troops, as well as other Jedi filled the room moving too and from ships. The massive room was a rustle and bustle of noise and activity, so when Yulon spoke again, he spoke much louder than before. Some how.

"Alright, I am hereby, for com sake, designating our jolly corp as Laceration Squadron." The man stopped, suddenly turned onto his heels and staring down his nose at the rest of the group. "Before any of you nit pick, or snark, 'laceration' because we will be the cut that bleeds out our dear Mandalorian friends. Simple enough. We won't be taking any fancy shuttle, just your standard shuttle to land carrier."

"You there!" Yulon shouted, before raising a hand. The room went silent at Yulon scream before another scream followed suit as a Rupublican soldier was plucked from the ground, and flung over the crowd until the man was hovering above the group, seeming to struggle a bit at this, understandably surprising, situation. "What is your name, soldier?" Yulon asked in a dry tone.

"Sel!" the man replied, near frantically, "Sel V-Veroth!".

"Sel? Are you capable of flying this shu--"[/fieldbox]

Yulon was cut off by a loud, high-pitched blast of beeps and whistles before finalized by a mechanical scream.

The droid banged into the shin of the dark clad Jedi's shin, and in sequence, this man dropped from above them, landing face first on the ground before the group. The man took a breath before the droid let loose a sequence of more beeps and boops before rolling to it's apparent owner and immediately apply a medpac to the fall soldier, who had moved to a crouched position again almost instantly.

This man, Sel Veroth, was middle aged but had clearly seen the inside of the War. His black hair was flaked with grey trails, and so was his beard. Upon collecting himself, he came to his feet, taking a moment to stare at the Jedi who had plucked him from the crowd, and made a giant scene in the bay that was now proceeding as normal.

"Thanks, T. I owe you..." the droid replied in a flurry of beeps before turning towards Yulon, it's shock arm ejecting from it's head as if to say, 'bring it'.

"You know, saying hello politely, like a normal damn person would've been just as, if not even more, effective." T7 booped to finalize Sel's words, "Ya' Bantha prick." Before Yulon could respond, assuredly violently, Sel turned quickly. "T7, go on board and like to the flight system, sync it to my standards and the ship ready for take off!"

Sel and the droid were inside the ship before Yulon could reprimand them.

@BlueFlameNikku @Snowflake @Firemind

 

[Rosé Moon]

[Fieldbox=Arren Kae, white, dotted]

"Ah... yes. I feel you, Jedi. Look at you... I'm sure the Jedi have said you've Fallen... wouldn't they?" The voice invaded the mind of Azesha Zekral. The former Jedi, now Bounty Hunter. "You have so much to learn... look at you? You have taken a first step into such a much larger world... but your foot was immediately stuck in the mud. Can you feel it? How... little you accomplish?"

The voice seemed to fill the room, but no one else responded to. It was a booming presence in Azesha's mind, but it was not deafening.

"Find me, Jedi. You're in the cantina, and I am in the apartments. It is a simple trip, but I feel if you go the most direct route, you will find something that fits your... profession." [/fieldbox]

Meanwhile, in the same entertainment district as the Cantina Azesha found herself in, a man spoke to a Rodian before the hyperlift that lead to the sector where the apartment could be found. This man, was a scoundrel known as Greggir Ulys. A man with a bounty on his head for smuggling live cargo during the war. Mandalorians. The man took Mandalorians who had been injured in the various battles, and taking them off planet before the Republic arrested him. Greggir wore a scared head, scared by burns, it seemed, and a orange, casual jacket with a blaster strapped to his hip.

"C'mon, you know I'm good for it. You tell me where they'll be, and I'll bring them back to sell them to the Republic. No problem in making a few credits on the losing side of the war!"

Greggir rose his hands to his sides, acting as much a friend to the obviously skeptic Rodian. The Rodian didn't seem to share his outlook on Greggir.

@Boba Fit

 

[Boba Fit]

[fieldbox=Azesha Zekral, pink, solid]

Aze was lifting her drink, about to shotgun the rest of it when her mental shields were shattered like it was child's play. A resounding voice hit her. Appraising her, what could be seen as mocking her. Claiming she had stepped in the mud and had accomplished so little. However, Aze knew it wasn't mocking her. The voice said to come to the apartments. She would know where to go. Aze was thoroughly shook by this. Almost as much as her drink, what was left now strewn across the bar top. The glass on its side. As Aze returned to reality, she noticed her drink and cursed. "Ahhhh, by the force!" She tossed the credits, and a few extra, on to the counter for the barkeep. Both a tip and a silent apology for the mess.

As she got up she was thinking many things to herself. Whoever had broken her mental shields that easily, spoke to her. Something of that magnitude......could only be done by very powerful Jedi......or worse. Sith. She felt no malice or darkness over the link, but she had no doubt, whoever was powerful enough to do such a thing could easily hide their intentions and block their mind from her. She was wondering if it could be the Council, sending someone after her. She had heard the council put warrants out for the Revanchists. Even sending Jedi out to confront them. She didn't think that she warranted something of that nature, but then again, the council was not what she once thought it was anymore.

She decided to take the direct route as the voice had suggested. Whoever it was, their was no point in running. If they could do that to her, they would no doubt find her again. If it was a trap, she might as well spring it. She exited the Cantina and made her way down the path towards the lift. Upon rounding a corner, she saw a man with an orange jacket. Talking to a Rodian. She recognized him instantly. He had a bounty on his head. He had already been arrested once, and it seemed the Republic wanted him again.

She cleared her thoughts and opened herself up to the will of the force. She grabbed 1 of her lightsabers and ignited the blade. The blackness extending, as it was enshrouded by a purple aura. She began walking towards him, as she called out to him. "Greggir Ulys! We can do this the hard way, or the easy way. Either way, you are coming with me. Rodian, if you don't want to be hunted by the Republic, I suggest you leave immediately." In an attempt to use both the force and intimidation through the use of a lightsaber, she hoped The Rodian would run and Ulys would just surrender. It would make things so much quicker. She had a date to attend, after all.
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[BlueFlameNikku]

[fieldbox=Jena Lilith, blue, solid]
Feeling the pull again Jena repeated her previous action of seeming to catch herself and placing a hand upon her chest. Now she knew for sure something was up as Arno and Sidarus had were seemingly effected as well. Her eyes peered straight at Yulon even before he turned around to glare at them. Was he doing this? Was the metal asshole doing some work with the Force that she didn't know? All bets pointed towards him but he wasn't that desperate for some amount of leadership...least that's what she thought.

Now that team naming shit was more what she expected as the Jedi casually rolled her eyes. After the 'explanation' for laceration was done through Jena now had her arm wrapped around the back of Sidarus' neck as if she was his friend and challenged her Jedi like usual. "I don't have a problem with laceration Yulon but you may wanna change squadron, metal head." Jena wasn't the brightest star in the sky but she knew military terminology. "Squadrons are made up of multiple vehicles." She of course giggled at her mental triumph as it wasn't often she caught him like this.

What followed next was purely amusing from Yulon being overly aggressive as usual, the panicked pilot and the droid's tantrum. Despite the rooms silence Jena had laughed straight through the whole ordeal probably making the whole seen even more awkward to everyone in the bay. "Damn Yulon, I've never seen a Jedi get his ass kicked by an astro droid!" She was wiping away tears she'd been laughing so hard. Of course she was getting strange looks from people walking by but she paid them no mind.

Walking up next to Yulon with Sidarus' neck still firmly wrapped with her left arm, Jena casually pats her Jedi peer's metal shoulder. "Maybe if you started putting the energy you use from frightening the people on your side towards fighting the enemy you'd actually be half decent." Flashing him a smile before continuing on towards the shuttle the Jedi wondered how far she could push the metal man's buttons before he exploded this time. "Hey Arno, looks like you've got a few helping hands this time around."

Jena was quick to find Sidarus a suitable seat within the vessel where he could be seen from many angles and wasn't too close to anything important. Before Yulon would board however she made sure to speak to Sel and T7. "By the Force he can be a real dumbass sometimes." She sighed while leaning against the inner wall of the ship near Sel though made sure to not be in his way. "Unlike my peer I appreciate the people who fly me in and out of battlefields. If you promise not to leave us hanging when things get bad because of Yulon I'll be sure to give him a few dents next time we spar."

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[Snowflake]

[fieldbox=Arno Rayn, green, solid]

The sudden shift in the atmosphere was far too disturbing for Arno. He read about the Force in the few texts that Jedi brought along with them, that he so valiantly liberated or burrowed. This loud silence was penetrating, it made him shiver like something was wrong, like someone was doing something wrong. The vacuum was unbearable, from without and within and he left the room shortly after he regained his senses.

He rushed to the hangar to get the ship ready but before he had a chance to do anything properly Yulon was back and spouting nonsense about squadrons and names. Luckily Jena had enough sense to correct him on his mistake but what bothered Arno was the name itself. "Call yourself what you want Yulon but the command has issued us designation MS-0. When talking to them that's the one you will be using." Unless of course, he wanted to take the matter up with Commander Surik.

With clenched fist, Arno stomped towards Yulon furious at his act. For a Jedi to be acting the way he did was something Arno would not allow. He stepped up from behind him ready to clock him in the side of the face but instead burst out laughing once the robot rolled up hitting Yulon in the shin. Instead of slamming his fist against him Arno slapped the guy on the back with his palm. He wasn't a strong guy but sure as hell put his shoulder into it making sure that Yulon got the message behind the slap. "Be careful, Yulon, that droid might get you. Or I could." He chuckled then went on aboard to get ready.

There wasn't much to be done while the droid worked his magic. Instead, Arno took a seat in the front as a co-pilot. "Yulon's a bit of a git, I think he was always a bit different even for the Jedi." He had no intention of defending the cyborg, that kind of behaviour was unforgivable in Arno's eyes. No matter the reason one could always find some spark of humanity within themselves. Unnecessary cruelty and bullying weren't things that he could excuse. "Where'd you get the little bugger? I always wanted a T-series to help me out in the field, they're great and easy to mod and best of all have great processing units. Besides this one has quite the language." He added with a chuckle as he patted the little droid's top like it was a dog.[/fieldbox]

 

[Rosé Moon]

The Rodian rose his hands suddenly and sputtered something in a language other than basic. The scared faced human wasn't quite as dramatic. This Greggir Ulys moved the middle finger on his right hand into his palm and rose his hand up, pointing it towards the alien. From this angle, the wrist bound blaster underneath Greggir's sleeve was obvious, as a green light shown from within and placed itself on Aze's chest.

"I don't who you are supposed to be, darling, but I ain't going anywhere! Least of all with you!"

The force settled in the area, as it does in a stand off. Any Force sensitive would feel it ebb and flow around them in a tight, cautioning manner. Aze would be able to feel this, but this was normal. This was average. normal. That was an abnormality, however. Something that was, but shouldn't be. If this former Jedi were to reach out, and feel the area, she would feel Greggir, stiff in his resolve. Determined, with an iota of fear. She would feel the wind, holding the faintest bit of smog from the outside, beyond the turbolift. What she wouldn't feel, is the Rodian. Nothing. She'd feel more from a holoprojected Twi'lek dancer from the cantina. This Rodian felt as though he wasn't even there.

As if on que, Greggir broke the tension in the moment, and his other arm reached out to his side, and he clutched the aforementioned Rodian by the collar of his bright red shirt and yanked him towards him before placing his right palm against the side of his head, now clearly threatening this third party.

"Now you jus' piss off, lady!" he took a step back in apprehension, "Catching me won't be worth nearly as much trouble as this guy dying! He's the son of some boss on Nar-Shadaa! He dies, and you take me in, he'll hold you for it! You'll be worth more than me!"

The Rodian began to panic, visibly. Oddly enough, it didn't seem to know basic, as what it continued to spout was near intelligible.

[Fieldbox=Arren Kae, gray, dotted]

"It seems you've found yourself in a predicament." the woman's voice ran through Aze's head again like a thought she wasn't meaning to have through a speaker in her brain. "You could go through both of them. Risk the bounty of this apparent crime prince, and collect a lesser bounty for the wild ones corpse. Or you could try to separate the two. The one you called 'Greggir's only way out is the turbolift you need, and by the time it returns, he'll be long gone."

Former Jedi Historian, Arren Kae's voice fadded from Aze's head for a moment and left her in the flow of the force around them, almost as if what she had said wasn't just summarizing Aze's situation, but somehow presenting the situation as some kind of test, and the voice was awaiting her reaction, and the reactions that followed.[/fieldbox]

@Boba Fit

 

[Firemind]

[fieldbox=Sidarus Rao, Red, solid]
Sidarus was about to make a comment to the Jedi with the nice ass when something...overwhelmed his senses for a moment. The feeling of what made him, well, him being yanked upon was discomforting. He grimaced as he stepped forward shakily, before glaring up at Yulon with angry eyes. He'd been openly defiant, and teasing before, but there was malice in his eyes as he placed the blame for this unnatural touch upon his very being on the Cyborg's head. He felt his wrists tense against the Mag locks, noticeably pulling tight on the bindings before letting his hands relax. He leaned into the body of Jena, smiling a half-cocked smile in her direction. "You sure you aren't serving with a Sith there, cute-stuff? Maybe you need a man whose job it is to kill Force users." The words were barely more than a whisper, before he stood up straight and got comfortable with her arm around his neck and shoulders. There were worse fates, he supposed.

The Cyborgs actions with the pilot were obviously disconcerting, as everyone picked up on. The others were laughing it up when the droid got involved, but that was something the Cyborg let happen. He was acting more and more unhinged by the moment, which had Sidarus planning and scheming. He could use an unhinged Jedi-Sith wannabe... "Remind me how that fancy Jedi code of yours goes again, Tin-man? 'There is no emotion, there is peace'?" He looked over to the accosted pilot. "Feeling peaceful, buddy?" He laughed, leaning in towards Jena again, since the Republic pilot had ignored him thus far. "Since we're not meant to nit-pick about that awful squad name, I won't remind you that your sabres don't make bleeding cuts, either. Y'know...Since we aren't meant to nit-pick. 'course, if you want to see what a real warrior can do with an actual blade, I'd be happy to show you, tincan."

Despite his bravado, Sidarus was becoming frustrated with his situation. Things weren't quite cracking yet, and he didn't know how to force the issue. He wasn't meant to be using his mouth to solve a situation. Give him a battle map, or a Blaster-Cannon, then he could have the whole damn lot of these Republic pets and their Jedi leash-holders on the run. Jena was dragging him around by her hold around his neck and shoulders, and he didn't resist too much. The occasional shove to see if she was paying attention, and the occasional jostle against her to rub or annoy her when he was bored by all the ways the squad was grilling Yulon on his stupidity. When it came time for him to be seated, he put his feet up a little, stretching out and taking up as much room as he could. After a moment, he shrugged and clattered against his bindings a little. Leaning in towards Jena, he whispered and smiled at her, trying his best impression of 'charming' out on her. "Hey, these bindings are getting a little tight on my wrists. I ain't gunna try anything daring, but could you at least loosen them up a bit? I'm already gunna die, might as well die comfortable." His smile lighened a little, before he added on more. "Help a POW out with one of his last wishes, eh? I doubt I get any of my other wishes; since there's no bar, bath, or bed in this tin-can shuttle."
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[Boba Fit]

[fieldbox=Azesha Zekral, pink, solid]

Aze couldn't help but laugh. Out loud. The tense situation suddenly infused with her short laughter. No wonder Greggir kept getting caught. He wasn't the sharpest vibroblade it appeared. "It appears you at least have some common sense, Greggir. You know what these weapons are, and the people who wield them. I can feel your fear, but also your resolve." Aze said, tuning her body with the ebb and flow of the force around them. She strangely felt nothing from the Rodian. Which made her next decision easier.

"If your friend there is so important, and you kill him, what is going to stop me from taking you to Nar Shadda and presenting you as the murderer, albeit, you would have a couple fewer limbs. Or....I could then bring you in for murder. Do you think the Republic would give a fair trial to a Mandalorian spy? And once you are convicted, guess who is going to get the bounty on their head? It won't be me." Truth be told, she did not care whichever, but a bounty would not be placed on her head. While both statements were the truth, they were really meant as a slight distraction.

Aze smiled menacingly, when she heard the voice in her head again. This time she couldn't help but think it sounded like Master Kae. Her smile faded and she lifted her left hand, drawing the force in. Feeling Greggir. Focusing on him, she yanked him toward her with the force. A force pull that should send him sailing toward her. Only him though, as the Rodian shouldn't feel much. I stepped in a path across so she wouldn't be hit by the man, she ignited her other lightsaber and used them both in tandem. In what would almost seem like a dance, she cleaved with the intention of slicing off his left hand just above the wrist with one saber as she sliced his right arm off with other. His body going sailing past her and rolling on the ground since the man wouldn't be able to stop himself with his lack of limbs.
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[Zero The Grimm]

[fieldbox=Nerese, purple, solid]

"Penny for your thoughts, Ms. Surik?" Simply known as Nerese, she was, like all other jedi following Revan, a rebel of sorts in defiance of the Jedi Council. That seemed to have become a normal fact of life like taking out the trash or going grocery shopping. She held out a clay cup of tea out toward the focused looking Meetra Surik. Though most had a tendency to call her Commander. A title she did not seem to take any true pleasure or even pride in. Hence the Ms. Surik. Though that itself was a sort of tease. "I only ask because you seemed to be in contemplation over something. Though now that I have a closer look, you seem to be more serious then focused." Like she already knew everything that needed to be done. "Brooding perhaps even? You'll get wrinkles." It was not something she herself was looking forward to since her species prolonged life also added some extra fatigue in appearance.

This war had taken it's toll on everyone. No doubt most of all on those in charge of so many lives which would determine the fate of so many more. Being a Commander, Meetra Surik was one of those in charge. Say for Revan and Malak, there was no more higher up then her. Not really.

Adopting a pose with both her legs stretched out slightly and arms behind her back, Nerese showed that she would not be leaving just yet. Though the war was nearing its end and she no doubt was to be given orders of her own, there was still time for a cup of tea.
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[Rosé Moon]

[Fieldbox=Com. Meetra Suerik, blue, dotted] This day would be one that the Jedi would never forget. The orders she received from the Grand Commander of the Republic Army, the Crusader, Revan were still fresh in her mind. It fogged her mind, but also tangled the force around her like webs of adhesive slime. So, when her friend's voice cut through the fog, her head popped up with a faint startle.

"I-- what? Oh, I..." she knew her orders, and while she did enjoy Nerese's presence with her on the bridge in these moments before the end of this section of the galaxy were to come, it was no coincidence.

"As many Republican Soldiers as needed... and any Jedi who don't fully follow the Revanchist movement--" The voice of Revan bounced around her skull, "--but it can't be obvious. Some faithful must be sacrificed as well."

Meetra's eyes thinned a bit as the silken haired woman spoke, before she looked down at the holographic display that showed as digital map of the planet nearest; Malachor.

"Nerese--" Meetra finally began, her right hand sliding out and the map vanishing in its wake. "I need you... I need you to accompany a group going to the surface. They are going to be protecting our bait and... I think you would be most effective..." she paused, as if over going through some kind of pain. "I think they would be most effective with your protection."

The Jedi had been looking at the other woman, but no longer was. In fact, she now had her back turned upon her. She was speaking to a soft spoken Zabrakian man. He seemed a sort of scientist of sorts. Whatever they were talking about must've been important, or in some way secret, because they both spoke quietly. However the Zabrakian man was gone almost as soon as he arrived.

"Yes, Nerese, I need you to go with the Jedi Yulon Hus and Jena Lilith onto the surface to oversee the hostage, Sidarous Rao. You'll be where there will be the least combat, so silver lining-" as Surrik said silver she purposely swayed her hips to the right for a moment, bouncing her belt bound lightsaber, which was known to be silver "-I won't have to be worrying about your well being in the battle. You have to go immediately, and I have to check on Mr. Bao-Dur's... weapon. The group you'll be joining are already in the hanger, so you must move with haste. They'll need your experience..." Meetra turned then, her white and tan colored robes swaying, neither tight and clinging or loose, and left before her friend could inject, or reject.[/fieldbox]

[Fieldbox=Yulon Hus, yellow, solid]"You accursed fools are sure to be the end of me." Obviously venting his irritation over the droid and it's pilot, the leather robe clad cyborg began up the ramp and turned as the Mandalorian recited a verse from the Jedi Code, to which Yulon could only snark at.

"Gladly, the ignorant are always welcome to knowledge; 'There is no death, only the Force.'. So when you die down there, you have nothing to fear, given your seemingly sudden interest in enlightenment."

His sharp eyes -- really, he looked like everyone's least favorite, moody teacher -- turned on Jena and he perced his thin lips a bit. The Mandalorian was a king less, Godless savage. Jena should have higher knowledge.

"If you are done clinging to, and fraternizing with the mindless animal, get on board and make yourself useful by standing in the corner and looking at your nose. I'll take Rao inside. I feel he'll dislike that more than taking every chance to rub against you."[/fieldbox]

Sel Veroth couldn't help but chuckle at the words of his brother in arms. It was so nice not to be surrounded by Jedi for a moment. The man really looked as though he'd seen better days. Gray peppered into his hair, and bags under his eyes that could be considered for transporting luggage.

"Ah, I found T7 on Onderon back when the Mandalorian's first started comin' for us. He just... kinda rolled into a battle and started blasting Manadalorians. Shooting out a string of profanities all the while."

The astromech accompanied the story with an upbeat, long drawn beep before turning towards Arno and examining the soldier with its rotataing ocular unit. The ship suddenly hummed, and T7 followed with a orchestra of beeps and whirs.

"Whoa, buddy, you can just say everything's ready. Really, man, tone it down with the language." Sel cleared his throat, and was about announce they were ready to take off when a message appeared on the comm board. Which he read, assumedly, in sequence with Arno.

"We can't take off yet! The Commander is sending another Jedi to come with us. Y'all robe toters know anyone named Nerese?"

---​

Gregor was yanked off his feet, past the Rodian, and didn't have time to scream or yell before he passed the Jedi. In the moment before the burnt man was pulled in front of her, he obscured the Rodian, and when he had moved out of the way, the Rodian had vanished and Greggir Ulys writhed on the ground in pain, screaming at the realization of his new missing limbs.

"W-why would you do that!? You're insane! Where's security!?"

The man writhing on the ground wore cloth over his head, with blonde strands escaping to frame his brow line, and without missing a beat, the voice in Aze's head returned.

[Fieldbox=Arren Kae, gray, dotted]"What a skilled maneuver that your enemy was entirely incapable of. I wonder what would've happened if you couldn't use such a handicap... Do you consider yourself strong, when you call upon the force to deal with a simple criminal? Is that what 'power' is to you Azesha Zekral? You have much to learn, little Jedi." Silence filled Aze's head for a moment before the woman's voice resurfaced, "Come to me; security will be along soon, as that man was no Greggir Ulys, and you'll be a wanted criminal for assault. I can make you safe though, and I can show you how to truly be... powerful, young Azesha. Take the turbo lift, and be swift. Time is against us.[/fieldbox]

@Snowflake @Firemind @BlueFlameNikku @Boba Fit @Zero The Grimm

 

[Boba Fit]

[fieldbox=Azesha Zekral, pink, solid]

Aze was angry now. No, angry didn't accurately describe her mood. As she boarded the turbo lift and looked back on the idiot who was screaming, she was absolutely seething. When the voice in her head stopped talking, she yelled back. In her head of course, whether or not the owner of it could hear her. "I would have done something different! I do not care about POWER! I care about RESULTS! I DO NOT consider any dealing with a simple criminal....as strong. If Strength and Power where what I wanted, I would have fallen." Aze knew she had been tricked, but she felt little remorse for the idiot in the lower city. The turbolift reaching the apartment section as Aze let rip on the person invading her head again.

"I AM NO KRIFFIN JEDI!!! I do not give a BANTHA'S ASS about power!" She walked through the apartments and approached a door. Even in the middle of Aze's torrent of emotions, she could remember she was never given an apartment number. But yet, she knew what she was looking for and it was here.

Of course she did not care about some.....test.....she failed or passed. She cared about results. She was no Jedi anymore. She was gray, trying to keep the balance. The idiot down in the lower city, was lucky to be alive. Aze had no qualms with the Rodian, and she knew the Rodian was not there. Yet, the man had the audacity to threaten the Rodian's life, and point a blaster at her. Which gave her no remorse for removing him of that natural ability. She gave him a fair warning. He didn't comply. Yet, it was all probably a lie anyway. Their was probably no blaster, and the man probably didn't really say those things. It was probably Master Kae in her head. Which just reignited her anger and emotions about the whole thing again. Testing her like she was a JEDI. Expecting some noble outcome that was the Jedi way. That was not how Aze operated anymore.
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