Gren Sairdonga

After several days of gathering information, Gren and the small core of agents he'd placed on this planet as a New Republic General he realised how little solid information their was. Looking at the various footages from the murder, softly interrogating certain people who had been close to the incident. Even going so far as to scope the joint out, sneak inside and have a brief look around. He'd even investigated the sewer system below the place to try and find trace of the assassin. It had all turned up nothing. Swearing quietly, more of an old habit and more to keep those around him from getting suspicious then to relieve the stress he no longer felt as he considered his next move. Starlisk was hoping he could make a difference in this war somehow. Gren wasn't convinced however, that the Imperial Remnant was to blame for this. Some of the planets who's senators were attacked were friendly to the Empire, some were neutral and some were former New Republic. Sending his findings back to Allin he began making his way back to the Ranger's Eye, he wasn't a spy. He was a soldier. It was time to go find a war.

The Ranger's Eye appeared out of hyperspace above the troubled planet of Bothawui, its pilot, the half-man half-machine warrior, formerly of the New Republic, now unaffiliated with any of the major Galactic powers, except for a his Shadow Sentinels, scattered and disorganised as they were and a few friends amongst the Jedi he was a free agent. No longer interested in sides he would right for what was right. Aggression against those innocent of the charges levelled against them. Protecting those unable to fight back. Revenge against the slug. The AI nestled in his brain wasn't interested in sides or religions. It had been born into a mind rife with grief over the injustice done his friends. It would fight to create justice for those unable to protect themselves for it. Gaining the necessary clearances to land, even in these troubled times he still had friends amongst the Bothans. Former Alliance and Republic soldiers, plus a small contingent of Sentinels allowed it to be possible. Taking a deep breath as he prepared to enter the yet another war he brought his fighter down, landing in a private bay, formerly reserved for Republic soldiers, now for private citizens Gren met two of his men. Striding past them as his AI began gathering the latest news from the holonet and easily accessible military feeds. The more secure ones would take some time. Bothans had few equals in code making and breaking, slicing being almost an art-form amongst the locals. It would take a little time for him to get his bearings. Work out who he needed to find to begin investigating for himself. To discover who the villain was trying to start a war.

Striding through dank underground passageways and rooms of the temporary home of the Shadow Sentinels. Gren, former Rebel Alliance General and elite pilot of Sentinel Squadron was in a rush. It wasn't often the leader of the small group got a call from the communications centre but never with this much of a sense of urgency. Entering the impromptu command centre he spied Allin, working away. Moving up to his 2iC's side he nodded towards the holo-projector. "Let's have it mate." It had taken him months, years even to once again master the art of being human. The machine half of him still didn't understand his need to 'fit' in with the flesh beings but it had accepted it. His installation of Mother's subroutines into the AI had made it far more tolerant and familiar to him. As the message played he turned away. Why should he get involved, the galaxy had long since forgotten what he had done for it. Left him and his men to rot and die at the hand of their enemies. The Sith Order had been given free reign to maim and murder his people with no response from the Jedi, the Galactic Alliance or even CoreSec. Gren had hunted for revenge and found some. But not enough, not the slug. Now hidden away from the galaxy with the few of his men he trusted most, the rest scattered across a thousand worlds keeping an eye out for Slug Sith. He'd then spent the next few years in hiding, watching the galaxy, particularly the Imperial Remnant. Waiting for an excuse to fly again. It seems he found it too. "Allin. Pass the word to all the cells. The Shadow Sentinels are to start preparing for a war. In particular I want the Bothawui and Imperial units gathering intel on all military forces." Turning he left the HQ. His AI swiftly prepping the installation for activity. Calling in agents from all over Nar Shaddaa and nearby systems. Striding to the hangar he spotted his old E-Wing, Clinga came to life! Whooping excitedly. Ready for action. 'Alright mate, lets get to going shall we." A few short minutes later his E-Wing disappeared into hyperspace.

As the RTB appeared from hyperspace above Nar Shaddaa Gren eyed the planet distastefully. Both of his halves did. The droid half disliking the crush of ridiculously weak fleshy inhabitants. The human side disliking everything this planet represented. Its greed, corruption, crime. The bigger back drop of Nal Hutta in the distance. Even worse than Nar Shaddaa in its grotesque fleshy inhabitants. The source of all the evil that plagued Nar Shaddaa. Gren hated everything about this sector. But when he had been human. In charge of soldiers he had sent two here. Intelligence Operatives who's goal it had been to get a ring running to funnel information and money through legitimate and front company enterprises to the Shadow Sentinels. Until they disbanded after the ambush by that filthy slug on Corella. Bringing his ship down on a pad owned by his two former lads he and Mia strode down. Meeting their local counterparts on the ground. "Welcome Sir. Its good to have you here alive and well." "Not sir. Just Shadow. Lets go somewhere private. We have much to discuss. Nodding the two men led the way. The girl and the HRD following on.

A small part of his functionality was at all times monitoring the holonet. So it was that small part that caught the initial reports of a Jedi attack on the Sith Temple on Coruscant. Sending it to the rest where cyborg processes and his human mind worked in conjunction to assess the seriousness of the incoming data. Test its veracity for flaws and weaknesses that indicated lies and propaganda and decide on a course of action. In this case the man now more machine decided it was time to instigate a departure. He wasn't going to be able to assist the Jedi here. Not in the fight they were involved in. Maybe avenge them if they lost but for the moment he would need to pull out before he was targeted by superior the firepower of the Sith forces. A part of him, the human part rebelled at the idea of retreating. It was cowardly. True warriors never ran, they used a combo of tactics, tenacity, courage and willpower to defeat the enemy one way or another. The machine part reminded the human part that most warriors died within weeks of starting their first campaign. Very few making it as far as they had. They had only made it this far because they were Soldiers. Not warriors. Soldiers had all those things that Warriors did but they had more. They had discipline. They used their heads. They knew when to fight and when to conduct a tactical fall back. They knew to plan ahead as many moves as possible. They knew how to utilise every tool at their disposal. This was one of those occasions. Reluctantly the human side agreed. It wasn't looking good but it didn't feel right to abandon allies. The machine side of course insisted no abandonment was taking place. They would find a new strategy for helping their allies against the enemy. Flipping the RTB around they arrowed for space. They would first look up an old contact. They would need his advice and assistance if they were to strike back at the enemy. They also needed a better understanding of current events. Flicking a lever the Ranger Twin Blade flashed with a burst of super motion in to hyperspace.

(Sheog, how about a 3 post modded duel. Your little airforce against little old me in my ship.) With a flicker of pseudo-motion the RTB appeared from hyperspace above the besieged planet of Gala. Staring down at this familiar sight he had a flash back. Not one but many, this place had been his home for longer than he dared think. He had fought against the Empire for the most part of his life from here. Had trained here, had fallen in love here, had started learning to be a Jedi here. Mother had woken him up here. To be his protector. He looked to the chip Mother's AI was nestled in. He had managed to rescue it from the ruin that was his Guardian droid. Taking the chip he turned it over once in his hands, wondering if something very similar was buried in his brain, controlling his actions. A look of sadness on his face, this had once been his guardian, now it was part of him and soon to be part of his ship. If this worked it would be anyway. Connecting the chip to the master computer he waited a second before toggling the reset switch. Momentarily the control panel in front of him flashed, and then his monitor began speaking to him. One of his monitors flashing binary. With a grim smile Gren acknowledge and transmitted a data-packet from his own brain to the AI. Updating it on what had passed and what was coming. The binary went off again. Mother was ready. The RTB was ready. Getting on the intercomm he spoke to his passenger. "Mia get on one of the guns lass. It's going to get bumpy up here." Looking back to the planet he suppressed the nostalgia that threatened to consume him. Pushing it back as he pushed the RTB to dive towards the planet. Scanners singing out to him, telling him where the enemy fighters and transports were. Time to strike.

Sitting in the deep of space Gren considered his next move. Seasoned fighter that he was he didn't feel he had a place with CoreSec or anywhere in the Galactic Alliance. Plagued by terrorists as they were the destruction of his team and resultant events had left him disillusioned with the Republic. Sighing he turned to look in to the hold, he'd arrayed the charred ruins of Mother and had been spending time going through his old companion, sorting out the components that weren't completely fried from those that were written off. Mia was on board her own ship. Waiting for his signal. Bringing his mind back to bear on the problem presented in front of him he debated where to go next. He needed a mission, a job. Something. Something to keep him going beyond this fruitless waiting and searching. His target was gone. Disappeared from the Galaxy. Revenge thwarted by timing. His only other options were going solo or going back to his roots with the force and joining the Jedi again. Not the Sith though, never the Sith. Not after Corellia, not after the Alliance. That only really left him one real option. The Jedi. Sending a message to Mia alerting her of his movements he sent a holo-message to some of his old Alliance contacts. Requesting any information they had on the whereabouts of the Jedi Temple. For now he would go to Gala his birthplace and the site of the old Jedi Temple. Hitting a few switches he locked in the co-ordinates for his old home. Pulling a lever the Ranger Twin Blade flickered with the pseudo-motion of entering hyperspace.

(Cheers for the Speedy resolution) Eleven Ysalamiri. That was a good number. He could certainly make use of them and still have a few extras for other plans. Storing them all on Mia's ship he gave her their next destination. Less then half an hour later the two ships lifted off and blasted away back to the Galactic Center and Revenge.

After a week of collecting and returning Ysalamiri to the ships Gren finally returned to count and take stock of how many of the critters he had gotten alive and well.

Two ships appeared over the planet Myrkr. One an E-Wing, the other an YT-1000. Both descended quickly and to the point. Taking cover in the dense, highly metallic jungle they were near undetectable with the Force to sense the life on board... Oh wait. Gren, hopping out of the E-Wing commed Mia briefly, "Stay with the Ships, I'll harvest the Ysalamiri myself. Watch out for Vornskyrs too."

Even as part of him settled into a conversation with the Antarian Ranger, Mia. A friend of his half-sister's whom Gren had not seen in around twenty years when he had left Toprawa. Up until however she sent the droid Mother to him to assist him in finding her. The other part however was slicing into the CoreSec local mainframe. Force bless wireless holonet-routing. It wasn't malicious. He was simply retrieving all the data they had gathered on the explosion. Making a copy and routing it to a fake address from which he downloaded the packet, scanned and scoured it of all CoreSec unwanteds and transmitted it to Clinga for processing. They would review it later. His own, brief view of Ground Zero had given him a fair idea of what had happened, and the rage that bubbled within him was hard to contain. He was a complex beast of mind and machine now. Nothing made sense the way it used to. But this. This bore much closer investigation. "And so they sent me out here, to find you. You're the most logical choice for it." Gren tuned back in to the conversation at hand, taking a scant instant to scan through what Mia had been saying these past twenty minutes or so. The Antarian Ranger General, Graf Tenner was sick it seemed and nominating a replacement. Who better than former Antarian Ranger turned Republic Special Force's General turned ex-Republic ex-General looking for a job? Not an option. Solving this situation, whether horrific accident or perfidious betrayal was his priority. "I'm sorry Mia but no. I can't. I have other commitments that need attending to. A matter of Honour and Friendship." She nodded, "I understand Gren, they said you might say that. To that end I am to travel with you to assist you in your endeavours until a time you are capable of becoming the Ranger General." Gren frowned at that. They were quite insistent on this weren't they? "Very well. Do you have a ship?" Silly question, upon sighting her he had scanned all planetary records and searched out vessel's of the Antarian Rangers, judging from the record of his conversation with Mother some months ago she had been here for at least eight Galactic-Standard months. Only one Toprawan ship registered as having stayed that long. An old YT-1000- "- its a bit old but its been modified and looked after by Toprawa's best. Its in bay Thirty-Eight in the Sullustan Enclave. The Steadfast." Gren nodded. It was time to leave now that all possible information and leads had been tracked down. They would move to Myrkr from here. Better safe than sorry. "Alright I'll meet you there in my own ship. We leave planet in three hours." With that they both rose and left the Bar, nodding to the few other Ranger patrons. It was time to get this show on the road.

Like a blast from the past an E-Wing appeared above Corellia. Gren from his seat eyed the planet distastefully. Then again these days he eyed everything distastefully. He was just a great old sourpuss really. A happy bleep and blurble behind him reminded him that Clinga was still his usual cheerful self, nodding at the Astromech's whistles he shrugged. "Not really no. I don't feel anything. Not anything I would have felt... Before. I'll find out more when we get to the place though I guess. See with my own two eyes what is what. Is the false identity up and running?" With another happy bleep the droid confirmed, Gren nodded, preparing the descent remembering he wanted to take the ship to the Shipyard first, the same one that produced it preferably but any shipyard would do. He needed to make some modifications. He would also need to visit that Galactic Gunshop. According to recent news-holos it had been destroyed. More recent ones toted it being rebuilt. One could only wait and see. Taking control of the ship and swiftly getting in clearance to land Gren brought it down in the Industrial Sector. More to the point he brought it down at the landing pad conjoined with the KVC Enterprise's HQ. Slicing into their systems he put in an immediate work order on his fighter. Just a simple touch-up really. They were going to upgrade the hull and components with the same material as the Twinblade had had. Useful when Ion and EMP was a threat. Placing the work order in the Top ten of the day so as to avoid most notice he also transferred what he figured would be the correct amount of credits as payment to the KVC account from one of his Shadow Accounts before he pulled on a Jedi-like robe over his fatigues, pulling the hood right over his face and then disembarked, helped Clinga down and strode over to the platform turbolift. Taking it down to the street where he commandeered a transport to get to the Hospital. A short while later after making one stop to pick up some supplies he and his droid strode out onto the grounds, it looked like not much had been done to clean it up. The wreckage of several ships was still there as well as numerous mostly incinerated bodies. A wave of sadness or something like it washed over him. Here his best friend and his guardian had died. Here the seed of vengeance was born. "Now I feel something. Anger." He said to Clinga, who for once whoobled sadly instead of cheerfully. Striding over to the place he identified the chard remains of his old body. In a lesser being this would perhaps be a traumatic experience. But to the new Gren it was simply an experience. Turning away he moved to the spot his distant memories told him Colan had been. Another charred corpse. Taking a knee Gren inspected it. Definitely his boy. Stretching out a hand he tugged off the rather charred set of dogtags from around the former soldier's neck., taking one and placing it around his own neck and gently placing the other in his friend's mouth. Standing he retrieved the supplies he'd come with. A shovel and a blowtorch with a small gas tank. For the next hour or so he dug graves, for each one of the short lived Shadow Sentinel operatives who had died here. Someone had removed the CoreSec, Galactic Alliance and Jedi corpses or he would have dug graves for them too. Scouring the area for usable pieces of the Twinblades hull he inscribed the names of each of the dead. Including his own. He gave them a short but military funeral, gathering all their dogtags, placing one in the mouth of each of the Operators. Finally he came to the badly damaged hulk of a droid. Mother, his guardian. Gathering up the droid he put all the pieces into a dive bag he'd brought with him specially for the job. Turning around he looked once more to the eight graves he'd dug, with eight starship hull markers. One final salute, then the man and his droids were back in the speeder and gone. Finding a nearby bar that all Antarian Ranger's knew he settled into the corner and got onto phase two. Gathering any and all intell on the situation at the Hospital and more importantly the blast. Even as he did this a slim figure sat next to him. With a frown he looked up, the face, recognition. Action required. "Happy Birthday Mia."

(Sigh WJ if you can (As in are allowed to) adjust to run with mine that'd be sweet.) Gren who like the people who had come talked to him were actually standing outside the Demented Madness some distance away with his Operators and their holomap was caught completely off guard when Kirlocca grabbed him and Cas and chucked them into his shuttle which his Agents had brought. That being said his natural cat-like, nanite enhanced, decades of military training and experience ingrained reflexes quickly took over. The instant he was grabbed his hands flung out for leverage, quite unfortunately for Ares that leverage happened to be his arm which was possibly yanked out of its socket as he was dragged along with Cas and Gren. Midway through the air after being thrown Gren moved into a tuck and roll coming up to his feet he instantly slapped a hand on his wristlinks Action's On Emergency button. Immediately the RTB (Otherwise knows as the Shadow Sentinel shuttle) shields came up just as Mother moving like an insane silvery blur shot up the ramp and into Gren, bearing him to the ground once more and covering him with his metallic frame. Even as shields powered on a ridiculously powerful explosion ripped the Demented Madness to pieces and the shuttle was struck like a brick built pighouse. Allowing time for only one last thought. The first Gren knew of it was when the shockwave struck his ship. Damn I hope those shields hold! Even if they didn't he had the armoured bulk of the RTB between him and the explosion. With any luck between the two the four people inside the ship would live. ((Defence post for myself, Kirlocca, Cas and Ares as they stated coming to talk to me. Citing my first two posts on planet were stating my guys were gathered around a nearby shuttle and that I went to talk to them not following anyone inside the Demented Madness))

Gren looked to Kirlocca. He had known of the Jedi for years though to his memory this was the first time he'd met the Jedi though the Wookie was famed throughout the Galaxy for his fighting skills and status as a Jedi. Geki on the other hand Gren knew well. Having survived encounters with the man on two different occasions. "Look Master Wookiee. Much as I'm going to hate myself for it later I don't think you should attack Geki on your own.. How about I go with you. I know how he operates. I've fought and survived against him twice. If only by pure luck on both occasions. Two is better than one and I needs must have words with Geki anyway." The first time Geki hadn't really bee interested in killing him. He'd just had nanites flood his body and immobilise him before biting his nose off and chucking him into a speeder. Then Gren had only been a Captain and Geki the Leader of an organisation called SEED. In reflection Gren was the stronger for it, as he'd managed to re-purpose those nanites to serve him. The second time in a battle over Mechis III the Arach-Tar had struck the duelling Imperial and Republic fleets. He had been fighting Geki in a hangar bay when the attack came. Shoulder fractured he had been desperately defending himself when the Destruction of Corellia... This very planet in fact swept over them both. The next few minutes had been hazy but it ended with Gren alone in the hangar, barely remembering his own name and desperately trying to escape the Arach'Tar. He certainly did have words he needed to say to Geki. "My recommendation is a three-pronged assault. I have a team moving through the sewers and a team ready to drop on the roof. I recommend the rest of us make tactical entries through the ground level... Once Sheog has a time to pull off his plan."

(My bad Sheog) With a half strangled yelp of surprise Gren peeled the flyer off his face giving it a glance over. He then failed miserably at suppressing the snort of mirth at its content. That is exactly like Sheog. He thought to himself as one of the CoreSec agents trundled past him... Straight into The Demented Madness. Gren stared. What is it about that ship that just invites people to wander up into it? Gren's voice rang out, "Oi mate. CoreSec or no. You don't go wandering into someone else's ship without their permission. You want a holographic display, my chaps have one set up over here." He gestured with a thumb to where six of his Shadow Sentinels, an organisation still unknown to anyone bar the very few located at the top of the foodchain and people Gren had told personally, were located already viewing holomaps of the facility and initial recon, just as they had been when he arrived. Moving over to them he glanced at the holomap. Having spent most of the flight over either prepping his kit or conducting recon via reports sent in by IntCell he already was fairly familiar with the layout. Hospitals weren't the easiest place's to have a firefight in. They were generally tight little corridors with rooms everywhere. On the Offender's side was lots of possible entrances. On the Defender's side was a labyrinth that made any MOUT veteran cringe. Plus hostages they would have to rescue. Thankfully Gren could happily leave that to the local Security groups. His people were here to kill the bad guys. Nothing more. "What have we got Col?" "You saw the initial reports boss. Bout twenty reds with a hospital full of hostages and one very powerful Sith at the helm. Heh been a while since Tatooine and Mechis hasn't it?" "Not long enough though I should probably thank him for the Nanites... Even if re-purposing them nearly killed me. Plan?" "Well we have to take the Jedi, the Sith and CoreSec into account but our plan was to slash the joint then send in two teams. One fast roped to the roof from the Twin Blade the other striking through the connected sewer system underneath the facility. They left about five minutes ago. Soon as you landed. Should come up in the West Ward Staff Area which we suspect is relatively uninhabited considering its deep enough within the facility that it has no tactical purpose unless Geki spent a great deal of time doing recon... That being said he is Sith so unless we cover them he'll probably feel them approaching. That is where our friends can come into play." "I'll talk to them. I don't want to spend even longer standing around planning but we probably shouldn't act without their input. If this furballs CoreSec will probably try to come after us with the hammer and nail."