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[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
"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