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Joy was not typically a reaction that accompanied the arrival of an ysalamir--not even in amongst the Force-blind, certainly not in the presence of Jedi Knights. “A favor, Janen,” Armiena muttered to the withdrawing Jedi cleric, whose gait paused with some degree of trepidation. “Please, Grandmaster, can’t you get one of the droids--” “Take this thing up to surface level and keep an eye on it. I’ll probably need it later.” The Miraluka’s head lowered a millimeter and exhaled a long sigh. “....as you wish, Grandmaster.” No longer burdened by the Force-deadening beast on her back, the pallor withdrew from Draygo’s face and her normal spacer-pale complexion replaced the faint shade of nausea green. The Miraluka cleric who had updated her briefing took up the harness and blindly walked away, one gloved hand groping along the wall until one of the hulking Sentinel droids took pity on the stumbling Jedi and guided him away. For a moment, Armiena’s pale-green eyes took on a distant look as she instinctively stilled her racing mind in an attempt to detect that watchful presence. Perhaps unexpectedly, that stalking sapient had withdrawn its attention from her and had taken shelter in the roiling of a suffering world. All she sensed were Jedi--exhausted healers and peacemakers who had exercised their talents almost to the breaking point, but Jedi nonetheless. Very distantly, there was a vague presence of a Force Sensitive in the great distance. It was no Jedi--not any being that Draygo had encountered at the very least--but the Order had certainly not deployed this creature. She would have to investigate, but for now there were other matters to attend to. The Jedi Grandmaster handed a small comlink to the Zabrak Jedi. Although perfectly ordinary from a technical standpoint, it bore her identity codes and would tend to catapult Slain to the top of any Rebel communication officer’s list of priorities. It also had been preprogrammed with contact frequencies for a number of her assets, some of whom were in orbit, wielded large-caliber mass drivers, and would have been enthusiastic participants in any fire support mission. Perhaps putting a junior Jedi Knight in direct contact with the Wolf Spiders had the potential to result in significant collateral damage--but at least the young Jedi would not be venturing to face an unknown threat alone. Besides, the battle droids probably could be counted on to not accept a fire mission from anyone but her, or so she hoped. “Go, Selon,” Armiena mispronounced the Zabrak’s name as she clapped the comlink into the her palm. “I mean Silan. Be in touch if you find anything unusual.” Now to Sarna. Under less urgent circumstances, Armiena might have taken a moment to razz the Jedi Master regarding recent events on Ossus, where the entire praxeum had been set alight with gossip concerning her relationship with Aidan. But minutes were now precious beyond measure and objectives took priority. She clasped hands with the shorter woman and muttered into her pointed ear: “Dig up the reports. I’ll tell you everything that I know. I hope that it’s not relevant to this situation.” And lastly, the Mon Calamari Healer. Decades ago, Draygo probably would have dispatched a Master Healer to combat this plague directly--that almost certainly would have been Skye Organa, a Jedi who had retrieved her from within the gates of death on a number of occasions. Organa could always have been relied upon to exercise the discretion and the expertise needed to resolve the scenario--as well as possessing the natural authority to command local resources and foresight to maintain an extensive archive of potentially valuable samples. There was no similar corps of Healers in these more meager days… an oversight that needed to be rectified. Armiena stood before the Master Healer and regarded the Mon Calamari with a critical eye. Despite being somewhat shorter than the Jedi Knight, age and ease in authority lent to her a potent presence. She spoke sternly, mirth completely absent from her war-lined face. “A moment, Kil. There is a matter of minor importance that requires resolution before you depart. A matter of the organization of our Council, specifically. You see, for as long as our… incomplete records can determine, the Jedi Council has always existed as a collaboration of peers. They were almost never of like minds, backgrounds, species… or other factors… but all members sitting on the Council held each other in esteem for their wisdom, power, and service to the galaxy. As of yet, we have yet to emulate this example. This matter must be resolved immediately.” Draygo held her stern expression for as long as possible, privately enjoying the rare opportunity to cause a younger woman to wilt and doubt before harshly spoken words. Mirth eventually wore away at discipline, resulting in a twitch of her upper lip and a smile in her pale-green eyes. “In my personal experience, Jedi Master is not something you become. It is something that you do. Keep doing well, Master Kil.”

Darth Inmortos vs Mythos First, I'd like to say that this was a close duel, and neither side should feel that they did any less than their best. Both players played their characters admirably, and the contrast between Inmortos's refined movements and tactics against the more primal outbursts of Mythos set an excellent atmosphere. This was a short and sweet ruling. The only specific that comes up is probably what swayed the duel. A duel between an NFU and a FU is always going to be an uphill battle- to help NFUs even the field, they gain a number of advantages, from tools of war to an NPC retinue. While the duel itself was well written and well handled, and both characters were played admirably, Mythos repeatedly abandons these advantages, from ordering his retinue away pre-duel, to dropping his weapon and lunging with tooth and claw against an opponent armed with the Force and a lightsaber. The use of his cybernetic arm was excellent in this situation, but unfortunately it was not enough to sway the duel. The winner is Krath Inmortos Next post goes to Inmortos. Well done both of you.

Identity Real Name: CT-0207 A.K.A: "Tilt" Homeworld: Haruun Kal/Varies (Current until moves otherwise to another location) Species: Human Physical Description Age: 29 Height: 5'9" Weight: 220 Hair: Brown (Cropped shaven) Eyes: Brown Sex: Male Equipment Clothing or Armor: A modified version of the Phase II clone trooper armor, that featured a kama and a unique, "beehive" helmet. The armor, since repaired was reinforced to be more durable to the environment and melee attacks, as well as gun/blasterfire; the armor features primary dark gray for the armor color, while keeping the orange stripes, the armor has an orange and red camouflage along the outlines of the armor, with either black or orange as secondary colors. The Kama was restored but recolored completely black, while keeping a white portion of the Grand Republic to the left side of the Kama, there is an blood red insignia on the right side that features a skull biting down on an orange combat knife; with two orange blaster rifles crossing each other in an "X" behind the skull, this insignia representing the "Bad Company." On the helmet, which matches the armor colors, there is a blood red hand print on the left side of the face where the thumb starts at the mouth and the pinky ending toward the left ear. Outside of that, there is a white shirt and khaki pants and boots worn for some R&R time. Or, "Rest and Reload," time as they call it. Weapon: WESTAR-M5 Blaster Rifle DC-15A Blaster Rifle (2) DC-17 Hand Blaster Combat Knife Built-in Personal Plasma Shield (Gauntlet/Parma) DUR-24 Wrist Laser Left Gauntlet Knuckles are spiked, while Right Gauntlet Knuckles have flush metal acting as a sort of brass knuckles. Mantis' Lightsaber: Orange Common Inventory: (2) Frag Grenade (2) Reverse-Polarity Pulse Grenade A (rusted up) steel canteen Canteen (4) MRE's for the long-run MB450 Macrobinoculars Faction Information Force User, Force Sensitive or Non-Force User: Non-Force Alignment: Chaotic-Good Current Faction Affiliation: Rebel Alliance Current Faction Rank: Veteran History Force Side: Served alongside numerous Jedi during the heyday of the Republic and it's Grand Army. Trained by: Varied Mandolorians Trained who: Several Cadettes, or newer Troopers toward the end of the Clone Wars before his fatal accident. Known Skills: Tilt was trained in specialized hand to hand combat very similar to Krav-Maga (multi-martial arts), was trained with pole arms, short swords and knives, and was excellent between the usage of just about any weapon the Clone Army was provided. Or whatever the mainline weapons were. He was a great marksman and perhaps a decent sniper, however even better his skills were terrific between CQC and CQB. Background: CT-0207 Was amongst the first few hundred Clone Troopers made and had seen action during the very beginning of the Clone Wars. However, despite being just like the rest of the Clones, he had caught the attention of the Grand Army of the Republic thanks to his astounding proficiency in the front lines and swiftness to adapt to combat situations. For the next month CT-0207 was watched carefully, and after quickly obtaining the rank of Sergeant, he was brought aboard the ARC Trooper program along with seven other troopers from different ranks and specialties. There they proved themselves capable and earned their newest titles as ARC Troopers, where the seven clones would be trained by Mandolorians to further expand on skills and such. Upon completion of training, these troopers were given to another ARC Trooper; CT-0067, Wayforward. The, "Bad Company," or a small legion of Clone Troopers, were lead by one Wayforward who had a tendency to "collect" troops specialized in a variety of skill sets, so a small chunk of his subordinates were odds and ends whereas most of the entire unit were regular troops. The seven newer Arc Troops would serve under Wayforward for much of the Clone Wars, each one earning their weird names a lot of clones had. Proving themselves far better than the standard clone, the seven Arc Troopers, lead by Wayforward, the Bad Company made a name for themselves. CT's -0207, 0985, 1098, 1223, 1225, 1381, and 1567 were otherwise known as Tilt, Riggs, Brow, Avian, Twelve, Space, and Thumper. The seven, along with Wayforward, had found brotherhood over the years and always seemed to be close knit. From sabotage to front line assault, tactical insertions to hijacking and more, the team along with the other several dozen clones had great success with very little casualties until the end of the war. Toward the end of the war, just before Order 66, the Bad Company were aiming to take down a near impenetrable shield protecting a CIS bunker, and they would do it from above where they could drop in behind enemy lines and quickly shut the entire system down to allow units to move in. In a twist of fate, the Bad Company were fired out of the sky, most of them killed while others either died falling or were shot down. The original eight Arc Troopers were narrowed down to five with Wayforward, Brow and Avian being caught in tank fire, Twelve and Space sacrificed themselves by blowing the shield generator, and in the aftermath Tilt, Riggs and Thumper were left wounded. After the battle the unconscious clones were taken aboard an experimental ship that was testing Cryogenic technology. The fates of the trio were that they were put under a Cryo Sleep. During that time, the ship they were on crashed due to Order 66; clones fighting the few wounded/still functioning Jedi and in the mass chaos the main controls were destroyed causing the ship to crash in a mountainous region of Haruun Kal, which killed both awake, sedated, and sleeping passengers. The only three that survived were Tilt, Thumper, and Riggs, whose Cryo Pods were sealed and constantly maintained by the remaining ships droids, controlled by the ships advanced artificial intelligence. Years passed, and as soon as the remaining repair droid expired the ship's AI woke the three remaining clones who were fully healed with scars of course thanks to the time the medical droids spent on them. Allowing the Clones access to the ships internal database, the trio found out various secrets the Kiminoans held as well as the chips stuck in their heads which were removed during a surgery due to their defunct state. There were odd reactions due to the Cryogenic fluids used to freeze and inject into the clones, whereas Riggs would age rapidly albeit slower, Thumper would go on to age like a regular human. Tilt however, as the AI and medical droids deduced, could live much longer than either the two due to the chemicals reactions/altercations to his body. Stuck on a mountain surrounded by plenty of woods, the Clones allowed the AI to expire having served it's last purpose, for two years they remained there hunting and building onto the crashed ship, with no other settlements to be seen even from atop the mountain. They were stranded and had undergone a few changes, and would adapt to their environment as they felt and somehow knew they weren't going to be found for a long time… If at all. Ship Registration Name: The Mantis Class: Light Freighter Model: Corellian Acklay-Type Light Freighter Manufacturer: Corellian Engineering Corp. Length: 48 Meters Armaments: Advanced Sensor Array System 2 Twin Laser Cannon Turrets: One toward the front and the other toward the back 2 Medium Laser Cannons: Front of the ship Concussion Missile Launcher: Front of the ship, just below the left laser cannon Armor: Strong Shield Generator, Titanium Armor Alloy Anti-Personnel Defenses: Biometric Activation/Recognition Lock System: one on the outside of the ships door, another in the cockpit Internal Miniature Automatic Laser Turret, built into the ceiling of the ship, one toward the cockpit and the other toward the cargo hold Modifications: Advanced Cloaking System: Allows the ship to go undetected thanks to a jammer that hides it on most radars with few exceptions. Does not make it invisible to the eye. Appearance: A mixture of grays with orange accents.