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  2. "Mom..." It was difficult for him to know how to start. A lot of feelings Aidan thought he'd gotten past suddenly balled up tight and knotted in his stomach. "We were never not alright. I know you were both busy, but you actually tried to at least spend time with me. You had Grandma watch over me. Whenever Dad was there he treated me like another acolyte, he always foisted his expectations on me, wanted me to live up to my name. He really cast a large shadow that it's been overwhelming to try and fill. He just-" Aidan cut himself off, realizing he was beginning to ramble. It would be easier to show her. Quickly, he moved in to hug his mother, allowing the Force to carry his thoughts and emotions freely to her. Flashes of his early childhood, time spent with Kirlocca and Misal, Armiena being the bright spots in the memories. Aryian was there, smiling, fleeting, wanting to connect but not connect. Later in life, early training lessons, pride in his first successes. Running away, trying to escape himself, still ending up facing himself. Rage, the light, the dark, the exorcists, Sandy. Aidan let go, looking back into Armiena's eyes. "I never stopped loving you, mom. You might not have always been there, but it wasn't the absence that made me resent dad. And yeah, he made a lot of mistakes, but those are in the past." He looked back at Sandy, and remembered the lessons Kyrie had taught him. "I've begun trying to move past them. I'm not the best at it yet, but...I don't think I blame him as much anymore. I might not completely understand it, but he only wanted the best for me too."
  3. Jax thought on the deal overnight while he stayed aboard his ship. He'd dropped a tracker on the man's ship and had picked it up on his ships sensors so that he would know when the ship took off. He was slightly nervous about taking this deal as he didn't like to work without any idea of what he was getting himself into or how much he was gonna be paid for it. But he found the mystery of it all too appetizing to turn down, and so he waited for the man to return to his ship and begin take off. In the meantime, in the hull of his ship he was gonna get some shut eye.
  4. "Lady Nyrys has deeper pockets than I first realized." Kraven not only strengthened his body, but the quality of his speech became a thing of notice. Error and flaws still plagued the structuring of his sentences, but for the most part, he spoke a little slower and took his time with the words he chose. The most comfortable speeches, were the ones he knew to be true. Kraven sized the Mandalorian up before expressing another word, revealing too much was not within his nature, especially to strangers of this sort. The metal armor that covered this Bounty Hunter was far too customary in these parts, a stronger alloy than anything he had ever laid eyes on, and the set that this one wore was trimmed in a stern red and black. His features were well-hidden inside the pride of his armor, weapons dangling from their rest points. It was hard to discern the mettle of a Mandalorian. Some were deceptively efficient, untouchable in the field of combat. Others were a far-cry from that, but burning with an ambition to become better than they were and earn a living as they did so. No names were traded, and Kraven understood that this individual was not interested in the simple things that surrounded them, overeager to jump into a world that he would be wholly unprepared for. The Sith Apprentice drew the sleeve of his robe to his elbow, revealing a small leather vambrace that was expertly stitched with a small digital interface. On the face of the screen were dotted coordinates, surely they were a matter of importance since he had been tracking them feverishly for days. Kraven brushed the wild locks of white from his iron jawline and looked back up at the Mandalorian, skepticism filling his expression as he stared. "Both is what you search for, then come. I leave when the sun falls here tomorrow. My ship will find war, yours will find what you ask of me. Coin and thrill, if you survive." Kraven turned away from the Mandalorian and returned to his quarters, for his message was as clear as he knew how to speak it. The Sith Empire had rounded themselves at the helm of Coruscant and from what he knew, death was King in those parts. Coruscant had fallen, and the destruction there spread across the holonet for all to witness. In war, there was thrill and coin in abundance, and perhaps Lady Nyrys could make use of this Hunter. Whether she chose to carve him from his armor and sacrifice his flesh to the art of alchemy, or use him in the way that he wished, was of no concern to him. The Dark Side would be the judge.
  5. Jax grins under his helmet, "A bit of both I suppose." He says as he shrugs, "It's what I know how to do, and I do it well. Figure I might as well get paid for it while I'm at it. Now speaking of pay, why do you ask? Got a job for me?" The hunter finishes before observing the person before him. The man looked as if he knew how to fight, at least to a basic degree, and he seemed rather confident to Jax suggesting that he was important. Jax loved the important ones, they had money.
  6. Unharmed, but resentful of having been restrained from the front lines. Armiena could understand the motivations of the Imperials in distancing her son from the heat of the battle--Darkfire was still a powerful name, even years after his parents’ leadership of the Jedi Order--but that would have rankled any member of his family. Aidan was perhaps more like his father than he would have liked to admit. “She’s alive. I don’t know any more than that. She has at least one of her cell on this ship, but for all I know they’re moonside now. I don’t know when we might see her again, but I imagine it will be unexpected and she’ll be needing a favor.” Armiena tried to smile, but her uncertainty strangled her expression and the best she managed was something between between a grimace and a squint. The blaster fire had died off and the veteran Jedi had just become aware that her apprentice had arrived more quickly to the hangar than she had anticipated. With Sarna no longer practicing her marksmanship and providing a backdrop of blaster bolts whining through the air to drown out their conversation, there was nothing preventing the younger Jedi from listening in on what Armiena had hoped to be a more private conversation, in a less martial setting, and during a time when time was less precious. However, none of Draygo’s preferences had come to pass and she had resolved to not allow this moment to be wasted. “Aidan, I need to ask…” Armiena’s eyes searched her son’s expression. “Are we… alright? I mean, I’ve been absent for far too long and I know I’ll never be able to fix that, and our lives aren’t likely to leave much time for ourselves, but,” she was conscious of the fact that she was babbling. “I’d like to be part of your life.”
  7. Locals happened by his encampment more frequently, and by the days, newer faces would appear. There was one particular individual however, who had not been seen during his stay on Mandalore, and his continued proximity to the people and things he held dear, was something he would need to investigate. Kraven moved from his place of meditation, pausing his profuse study of the body over the last few hours, understanding the strange dietary regimens that the warriors of this planet endured. He consumed as much knowledge as he could, stomaching as much as he had the patience to learn about augmenting his physical boundaries, and surpassing any of his peers that routinely arrived to challenge him. Furthermore, the pair of combat instructors left to mentor his advancement had pushed him harder than tribulations he suffered under his brutal vassalage. But here he stood now, a Goliath of the people, eyeing the stranger before him. "You are unfamiliar, Hunter. Is it coin, or is it the thrill? Which are you trying to find?"
  8. Yesterday
  9. Jax was out on the docking bay of Sundari, he'd found a ship that was often times used by Sith apprentices and had decided to hang around it to see if the apprentice knew of any jobs for bounty hunters among the Sith.
  10. Identity Real Name: Jax Rymateer A.K.A: Shadow Homeworld: Mandalor Species: Mandalorian Physical Description Age: 22 Height: 6'2'' Weight: 175lbs Hair: blond Eyes: gray Sex: male Equipment Clothing or Armor: mandalorian armor, red and black coloring, rarely takes it off Weapon: Mandolorian vambraces, WESTSTAR-35 blaster pistol, EE3-blaster rifle, Thermal detonator, ion grenades, Staff Common Inventory: Commlink, data pad, binoculars Faction Information Force User, Force Sensitive or Non-Force User: Non force user Alignment: Neutal Current Faction Affiliation: Bounty hunter Current Faction Rank: Bounty hunter History Force Side: non Trained by: non Trained who: non Known Skills: Assassination, sabotage, flying, combat Background: Was abandoned as child and grew up surviving on the streets of Mandalore, once he reached his teens an older bounty hunter found him and began teaching him how to fight and how to make a living off of fighting. Jax was not new to fighting, having been on his own for a while he'd been getting into scraps with the other urchins quite frequently. But the bounty hunter taught him new tricks to improve his fighting skills. He also taught him how to get bounties, how to fly, how to shoot and many other skills he'd need in his life as a bounty hunter. Together they did bounty hunting across the galaxy until Jax turned 18 and the old bounty hunter was killed, he gave Jax his armor, weapons and ship before he died. Now Jax continues taking bounties across the galaxy for anyone who pays well. Ship Registration Name: Dream boat Class: Patrol craft, Prisoner transport Model: Firespray-31-class patrol and attack craft Manufacturer: Mandalmotors Length: 21.5 meters Armaments: 2 Laser cannons, 2 Warhead launchers, 5 concussion missiles each,Tractor beam projector Armor: Rated 62 RU,Rated 106 SBD Anti-Personnel Defenses: none Modifications: none Appearance: Main color: Black, Secondary colors: Gray, Red
  11. Nia felt a few emotions over the course of a few seconds. First was concern that she'd fail, or make a mistake. Then relief when no such event occurred, followed by excitement that it came so quickly for her. She'd always worried that her sensitivity to the force was more of a technicality than anything actually worthy of a Jedi, despite her father's assurances. It seemed all she required was a little teaching, direction. She was still hesitant to encourage the pilot's actions, though. Was she really so eager to destroy her enemies that she was willing to shortcut her health in favor of killing a few more Sith? After Kel spoke, she stood, stepping towards the pilot. It confused her, but she hoped there was an explanation beyond simple hatred. "Why do you hunt the Sith with such fervor?" She glanced nervously at Kel. She knew how he felt about the war, and vice versa. She wasn't trying to spark a debate, merely learn the woman's motives. In a way, she wanted to prove to Kel that she wasn't just talk, that she actually cared to make the galaxy a better place. Even if that meant stepping out of her comfort zone with people she hadn't met yet.
  12. Imperial Security Bureau Lieutenant Kaitlyn Malenkov walked down the gangway of her corroded shuttle. She scowled at the attendant that offered her a refurbish or repaint then strode off towards the dusty streets of Salis D'aar, the capital of this backwater world. Technically she was on assignment from the empress, but she now represented the extended rebel alliance instead of just the Imperial Crown. It had been a week long journey along the Shiritoku Way, and now she needed to find contact, go underground and begin to build a Rebel Cell.
  13. Last week
  14. His hand wrapped around the cynlindrical lightsabre and he clipped it to his belt. Alekseyev let his smile settle back into a passive expression as he nodded to the Jedi’s suggestion. He sat down in front of the Jedi Master and inclined his head, indicating that he would be ready momentarily. The squire spun the chalk into a long line as she began to trace a multilayered circle around the pair of them. To the well trained and historical eye of the ancient exorcists, it would be the multiple concentric circles within a circle surrounded by runes of an exorcists’s diagram. It was an act of protection, and a warning, that any threat perceived would be dealt swift justice. Rayen moved so that she was standing behind Alekseyev, hands still away from her sabre, but the soft hand of the force began to move none the less. When the squire was finished, she knelt as well, the force moving through her. Both of their energies focused through the circle. “Tobias Vos, you may show me what you will.” Alekseyev nodded his head , indicating that the Jedi should go ahead and begin what he would.
  15. Knowledge stagnates, without the strength to act.. The accident, under his watch, was something that he would have to fix and at least live with for the rest of his life. Do or do not, there is no try. He felt the power cell come to rest back into place between the opposing blades. Then remounting the top hilt to the rest of the staff. The other pieces, and the lower saber had already fit back into place. The dozen parts of the top saber floated around him. The Force is all things, and I am the Force. With great care and attention, the dozen pieces came together and became one piece and his saber was once again complete. The meditation didn’t end immediately, his mind felt through the weapon to make sure it was in perfect working order. His mind rolled along the various hidden buttons that were through the handle- feeling the power cell feed its energy to the appropriate places. Up through both field energizers, up through the blade controls and to the activator switches. The crystals aligned with each focusing lens perfectly, and the triple check was done. In unison, Vos and the sabre floated down to the floor where he had originally sat down to go through this process. As he took a second deep breath, he focused on the light switch, and the room was illuminated again. His mind wandered back to his ship and the array of holoprojectors- he imagined himself there- working through the plan slowly fermenting in the back of his mind. He was figuring out how exactly to leave the ship, the droids and everything else behind. Everything else… his mind froze on those words and automatically it was translated to ‘Adenna.’ A spike of anxiety rolled over him before it crashed against the techniques to settle the agitation. All this happened within the blink of an eye- then, upon working through his thought processes, he felt three force users enter the firing range. His eyes adjusted to the last bit of light in the bay, once his vision cleared- there were three Imperial Knights standing in front of him. So many images of what could happen flowed through his mind- if he handed over his blade they would attack him for some sort of perceived phantom of darkness within him? Or should he just start to attack them right now, taking them out with surprise? Was the knights who held their hands away from the lightsabers a distraction for one of them to make a move on him? Should he give them his blade, and just kill them outright with the Force? Should he take them on with just his fists? He did want another round of training….All of those thoughts were pushed out of his mind, finding humor in how each one would play out; he at least could improvise still. His eyes connected on the lead Imperial while one started to make a mess of the range. He let a frown of disapproval show on his face, then unclipped a saber hilt from his belt- floating it over to the lead. “As you wish, I was hoping you would join me for a moment though?” Tobias finally moved something other than his eyes, his left hand braced against his left knee and his right made an invitation to the floor space in front of himself. “I want to show you something, something that might make this whole process much quicker and easier. Or might not, regardless it is harmless.” Tobias shrugged his right shoulder, and smiled warmly then brought his hand to his right knee; his staff rocked slightly on his lap. Tobias projected warmth and friendship into the Force, not as an act of duplicity- he had nothing to hide, everything he was doing was genuine- but also to protect himself.
  16. There was a slight cough as Kyllan cleared his throat. He could tell quickly now that Raven was an excellent leader, but knew nothing of the business world and her statements made him slightly uncomfortable. "While I understand your feelings and stance on things, I feel I must correct your statement. Zalis Krales is many things, a former assassin, business woman and leader of a former terrorist organization-but one thing she is not- an idiot. Czerka has for a very long time started to embed themselves into product production and became extremely successful at it, years prior to her getting a claim on it. Deeming anyone who works for them as terrorist will find yourself on a very short list of public enemies to a thousand companies, to which I am sure even the Empire uses many of the products produced by Czerka. Point blank empress... You're already giving Zalis credits and will continue to do so unless you choose to make everything in house. It's the way she wanted things..." Kyllan allowed for his face to reveal his own thoughts, which was very simply, the face of a man who has been out played and knew it. "To be very frank, the fate of Zalis is one that neither of us are really in a position to touch at the moment. A sentiment and a desire is all of what we can truly muster. Killing her or arresting her would be a difficult task - as she has credits, and credits do allure to all businesses... Hence the reason even I got stuck in my situation..." Kyllan offered up his arms in a way to admit fault, but to also allow for him to change the subject. "But I do accept your offer. I think having us re-set will be beneficial for everyone."
  17. Tros simply nodded his head towards Canderous and began to walk himself off the ship. He was ready to get this all over with. The amount of fuss that took place from the beginning made it difficult for him to feel motivated to work and deal with The Zann Consortium. He would deal with everything that Dimaal was doing at the time that it needed to be dealt with. Stepping off the landing ramp, he was hit by wind from the sea and the smell of sand and salt filled his nostrils. He stood at the bottom of the ramp and looked around. He waited for about thirteen seconds before Vrax and Canderous both made it to the bottom of the ramp with him. "Dimaal wants cargo loaded there, and us the get paid there... Which means he already has people in position to do a cleanup sweep when he goes to claim everything. What are your thoughts?" He knew that Vrax would't waste time, and of course was the very next voice he heard. "Monilar will be able to hold the cargo with Bex. Although now that I said that out loud, I have a strong feeling you don't really want to hold onto the cargo. So have Bex stay here and keep the ship ready for take off?" "Monilar can take the cargo himself as we finish up business with Dimaal. The goal will be to identify who is second in command and keep them alive when Dimaal turns on us. Any input Canderous?"
  18. Raven let a dark eyebrow arch as she listened to the the transmission. She let her frown deepen as she looked down at her bandaged arms then back at the representative. “I of course sympathize with you and your company on any losses taken in investments through this terrorist station.” She let those last words emphasize that she did not care the slightest for anyone hwo lost money in investing through the Black Sun. But Incom was vital to the war efforts so she extended a offer of rehabilitation. “As you may be aware, the Imperial Throne does maintain extensive treasuries that were rescued from both Kuat and Carida.” Her eyes narrowed. “Czerka and by extension Zalis Krales are deemed both Terrorist and terrorist organization, and their representatives to be captured and or killed on sight.” Her finger knuckles turned white as she gripped the seat beside her. “So we will offer a bailout in their stead and a refreshment of contracts through our base of operations on Nar Shaddaa. Is that acceptable as an alternative?”
  19. “Master Vos?” The voice echoed off the bare metal walls of the chamber as the trio of red armoured IMperial Knight respectively bowed to the Jedi Master. Though the two older knights had long ago left the order for the imperial military, they both recognized Vos for the formidable Jedi Master that he was. Finishing their bows, Knight Alekseyev nodded his blonde head toward the apprentice in the group. Technically her rank was Squire, but his mind still defaulted to the rank structure of the order he had grown up in. The young grey white haired Arkanian girl that had been a squire since just before the disastrous battle of Kuat nodded in return and stepped into the middle of the chamber pulling from her belt a pouch of a white chalky substance. She knelt and begant to lay a line of white over the stark grey panels. Alekseyev smiled softly, his beard brushing the edges of his immaculate armour. He kept his voice respectful as the squire continued her trace. "We have been ordered to check you for the presence of the Darkside. There is no reason to be alarmed and you will not be harmed if it is found to dwell within you. However." He let his smile darken into a frown. “Master we will need your lightsaber.” He extended his hand, palm up towards the Jedi master. Knight Rayen behind him kept her hands far away from any weapon of her own. There was no need to bring anymore tension into the room, and she was confident that this would just be a quick check, and though there were precautions she did not need to worry.
  20. "Druk." in his haste he had forgotten that this woman wasn't on any painkillers like the wounded he had tended to in the previous battle. And since he didn't have any on his person, he would have to improvise. Kel grabbed the red sash around his waist, wadded it up, and held it up to the lieutenant's mouth. "Bite down on this so you don't bite off your tongue." Once the gag was in place, Kel turned his focus back to the healing process. Luckily Nia was able to keep up the healing during his momentary lapse. Nia was doing very well throughout this sudden turn of events. Kel had no doubt that she would do well once she was paired with a master. Eventually, the two of them managed to heal her hand in its entirety and Kel's sash was back on his waist where it belonged. "That should do it. Normally this is the part where I tell you to get some rest plus eat and drink plenty of water, but since you're so eager to get back to the flight line, the most I can ask is that you be careful. And get whatever rest you can whenever you have the time."
  21. Jeet slowly nodded. This made a bit more sense than the offer she'd made to him earlier, something that would require an outside source such as himself to help maintain her integrity. Perhaps she didn't even know why he was here, which did happen every now and then. "This is acceptable. As for the artifacts, however...I probably don't need them. I'd likely just sell them to the Jedi anyways, and since I'm basically working for them anyways it might raise the wrong eyebrows. So don't worry about that. I'm, uh...I'm already ready to go. I keep everything I need on my person, lead on." Even after he'd agreed, however, what she said still didn't sit well with him. There were just too many questions that went unanswered. That was the virtue of being able to listen: to uncover all the right questions that needed asking. But he would ask later. They would have time, and here was still a very public location.
  22. "Forgive me" Kari spoke aloud, having realized her outburst and past both having came out into the light without intent. Fury boiled in her eyes as she clinched the mask she held in her palm so tightly that her orange skin turned bright pink before she sighed and released her grip. "It seems that my sister wishes to continue her torment of me even into the afterlife. it seems I may have a personal job for you after all." Kari glanced down at the mask, reaching upward toward her hip and placing it into her own satchel, her curiosity peaked as much as her skin crawled with leeriness. Ventra had never been one to do things simply out the kindness of what little heart she still possessed, and with the realization that she had been involved with Faust during her training under him only made her cautious. Part of her wanted to simply discard the artifact in the nearest receptacle bin, but the other wanted to know what it was that Ventra was exactly up to with this ploy. "Same pay as mentioned before, only that I'll add additional credits from my own personal account and you're welcome to any artifacts we come across when we reach Shili." After having said that, Kari realized she had said what the job retained. She shook her head in disbelief that even after all she had been put through, Ventra could still affect her so. "This Mask belong to Darth Ventra, my sister. Last time I saw it, it was left behind within the catacombs that belong to my family. If I'm to find out what my sister is up to, our best bet would be to start there and follow what clues present themselves. Normally, I would undertake this task alone, but given that Ventra was a Sorceress and that my emotions are easily manipulated when it comes to her and my past, I need someone there to keep me in check as well. Up for an Adventure Jeet?" The smile that encompassed Kari's face was sincere, but there was hurt in her eyes.
  23. Aidan felt Sandy withdraw a bit, and he let go of the last bit of tension in his shoulders he didn't realize he still had. "Yeah. Egos like dad's. Sounds familiar." Maybe he shouldn't have said that. Some of the bitterness returned, but just as quickly he let it go. He'd forgiven Aryian, dwelling on his past mistakes solved nothing. "I, uh...I got lucky. Luckier than most, apparently. Every time I tried to get to the front lines, I got re tasked to escort wounded back to the rear. Not where I wanted to be, but probably a blessing it turned out that way. I'm glad you made it through as well, I didn't realize you were there." There was a brief pause as Aidan realized something else highly relevant. "Grandma is okay too, right?"
  24. His embarrassment flooded over her senses and she had to resist the urge to yank her arm back like it had been dipped in carbonite so as to save him the additional embarrassment that would bring him. So instead she squeezed his shoulder lightly and let her hand fall away as she backed up a pace to lean against the cargo containers that had made up their makeshift firing zone. She was here if he needed her, but he was plenty a man enough to handle himself so she simply nodded in greeting to the other Jedi behind Draygo and pushed herself up so that she was perched on the edge of the container. She studied her cuticles then the precharged energy magazines that were laid out in a row. She would have to apologize to him for that motion after his mom left and she pushed down the flush that it brought to her cheeks. She pulled her knees up to her chest and locked her arms around them, her emerald green eyes watching Aidan converse with his mother. Trying for all the world to not look like she was listening in, but really it couldn’t be helped. They were like the only ones here, so she gave up the pretense and simply stared quietly at the trio. The rebellion was certainly brimming with drama, and how she had spoken out against her friend Tobias at the meeting surely hadn't helped the ego filled room. If anything it had divided it even more.
  25. This was a moment that Armiena had been thinking about for months; really, every since the veteran Jedi had slipped the clutches of CreoVive and returned to the Order. It should have arrived sooner, but the collapse of the Galactic Alliance and the crises that wracked the Jedi Order continually demanded her attention. Perhaps she should have slipped her obligations to the Order and pursued this reunion earlier, because Armiena had just stepped out of a meeting with an Admiral she despised. The tension was written on her face as vividly as the crust of dried blood that had issued from a miniature cut on her forehead. “If we can keep it that way.” Her expression was not exactly accustomed to softness and sentimentality; the frustration of the last few weeks competed with the relief of seeing her son alive and unharmed. “One thing that gods and generals all have in common is that they have the most staggering egos, cannot admit a mistake or backtrack.” Draygo forced a deep breath. This was in danger of turning into a rant, and one that smacked of hypocrisy and a profound lack of self-awareness. “It seems to be that way. I… how have you been? When the Scarab came out of hyperspace on top of the fleet, I thought that—” Armiena let the sentence trail off. Both of them knew perfectly well what the Sith flagship had done: it had pulverized significant portions of the Jedi and Imperial fleets. The only reason why she was still alive was that Justice’s Mandate had been hundreds of kilometers away; how Aidan had come through unharmed was unknown but was a rare mercy from the Force.
  26. War had began, its drums beating through the chests of men as much as the mechanics of machines, the throbbing effects of explosions matching the pace of the mortal hearts. Shiro could feel the durasteel beneath his feet shift and rattle as the ripples echoed within, sweat beading upon his brow as he and the rest of the company moved in fluid motion in their turn to exit, the sound of their shift and stomp briefly drowning out the outward noises. The moment of truth was upon them as the relieved themself from their previous stature and headed toward a new destination, the unknowing weighing upon their minds as much as the determination to not fall this day ached within their hearts. Even Shiro refused to perish without taking as many as he could with him. As the monumental march of the company barreled down the hall way adjacent to the hangar bay past Launch Bays 44-46, Helms managed to find their ways upon their heads and HUDS were brought online as they prepared themselves for what surely awaited most of them, if not all, as silent prayers were mumbled beneath hidden breaths in numerous religions. But for Shiro, his heart pounding so loudly that it resounded in his ears, found himself strangely calm. It was a normal occurrence for the young humanoid before battle that he displayed on numerous accounts in the Arena, an ability to grasp upon his fears and anxiety and use them to drive himself, evident in his knee bouncing as he sat within the shuttle during it's release into open space. He would pour all the doubt, all the fear, all the anxieties he felt into himself, using that energy to heighten his alertness and double down on his reactions, letting the rush of the adrenaline that was pumping throughout him to fuel his actions. It was how he survived in the Arena, it was how he had survived most of his life, and hopefully, here today, it would be what caused him to survive once again and even into the future. Outside he could see and hear the ongoing conflict as the escort of fighters barreled down on enemy attackers as well as the shuttle brushed against and by lingering debris, some of the foregoers never having made their destination as bodies floated by the view ports signaling the roughness of the terrain and the Dauntless Class that was their target. It was only a matter of making it there before the real threat began. And in a twisted sense of irony, Shiro welcomed it to the thought of being shot down here and now.
  27. From the mercurial husk of the Lightbreaker, the Dark King could see the undivided expanse of the Sith superstructure as it broadened for miles in each direction. Mighty turbolaser columns were stretched across the breadth of the Black Scarab, opening with a hailstorm of raw energy that imperiously choked congested space. Spotted enemy warships were harshly gored, detonating them into unrecognizable heaps of ruin once they chanced entry into specific firing lanes. It was suicide to rear your head against the Dreadnought, most understood that by now. The coordination of the Sith-Imperial Armada operated under prolific efficiency, while the armaments attached to each formation and each task force, began to breach inlets to the inner orbits of Coruscant. The battlefield was sickening, engorged by death and clutter, worsening as the power flotilla stampeded forward. "Lord Emperor, integrity of the starfighter will suffer full exposure if engaged." "Pull me through." The image of the artificial intelligence appeared before the Emperor, washed in a computerized backdrop of calculations that bleated as the Lightbreaker accelerated towards the uncertain intensity of the chaos ahead. Hurried breath briefly fogged the inside of his navigational helmet, obscuring the displays before him for a brief moment before the digital pane re-calibrated and cleared the condensation. A chronograph bickered with sound as time moved forward, and once the strike team punched through that Dauntless, the timer would see a final conclusion. A high-pitched whine cut through the riot of space, followed by the unrestrained blare of compound explosions ripping through the enemy Heavy Cruiser. It was time, at last. A phantasmal energy crawled to life, smothering a large portion of the Heavy Cruiser. Operational luminosity throughout the entire warship flickered and then eclipsed into black. Indiscernible electromagnetic energy drowned the light from around them, and the immobilized warship became ripe for harvest. When the Dauntless fell dark, task forces hidden beneath the shell of the powerful Scarab, readily equipped for boarding operations, jumped into the fray and streamlined themselves one destination. Undoubtedly, it would be easier to blast the Dauntless into smithereens, but the potential to catch a Crusader of merit would be more than lucrative. “Advancing now.” The black-stone luster of the daedalian Lightbreaker shifted into a fierce acceleration, coordinates locked for the mammoth Dauntless. Azurean streaks of burned fuel trailed behind the starfighter as it launched itself recklessly into anarchy. The intelligence network installed inside the prized starship absorbed full reign of navigational system, Exodus surrendering his control over them and himself to the inebriation of the Dark Side. The Lightbreaker drove with impunity through the debris field, performing extraordinary maneuvers, jockeying the full weight of the machine to sweep passed the invariable trajectories of rock, wreckage, and hostile shelling. The Dark King commanded an exhaustive palette of the force, exercising a transparency of the battlefield by way of his foresight, envisioning the way forward. One hangar, and the action would begin.
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