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."

(And then their was a bumrush...) As the hatch lowered and Sheog descended Gren shrugged on the last of his combat equipment. Moving to follow the Hutt down the ramp the Shadow Sentinel Leader halted at the ramp and turned to Grace and Gonzo. With a wry grin, amplified by the anticipation of a coming battle. Even if it was to be a battle on a far smaller scale than any he had fought in before. "Prepare for the worst. Hope for the best Gonzo. We will come for you." Turning back he descended onto the lush world of Corellia... Not that Coronet City was particularly lush but the planet itself was fairly temperate. The first thing he noticed was an unmarked shuttle with half a dozen Shadow Sentinel Opos gathered around a small holoprojector doing recon on the structure. Of this lot Gren only recognised one of them. Colan. The others were new recruits probably. By the looks of them gathered from the Stormtrooper Blackhats. Nodding to Colan he moved to Sheog's side. Looking to the Hospital he spent brief moments assessing the situation. Local authorities had sealed off the hospital and were it seemed attempting to contain the media who were happily snapping shots of about fifteen corpses in various poses of agony arrayed around the facility. He frowned. This was exactly the sort of thing he'd been appointed to stop. Time to get to work. Even as the Sith addressed a an assemblage of CoreSec agents. Looking to them Gren froze. Cas? But he'd died... Hadn't he? He had. Gren had seen it himself. Had ordered the corpse to be transferred back to Coruscant with the remains of the other CoreSec agent and a military pension paid to his family. Had they cloned him? It must be! Unless his son looked amazingly like he did. Checking his wristlink he growled in annoyance as the situation updates came from Colan. Looks like they were wrong. Reports indicated anywhere between ten and twenty individuals inside the Hopsital. The Marauders typically worked in a group of four or five. Nevermatter he would have to go after them once he had finished up this mess. Another note though was the perpetrator of this attack. Sith Master Geki. An old name Gren knew all too well. Though it would give Gren the chance to make his recruitment offer if CoreSec didn't get in the way first. "Well hullo Agent Holloway. Good to see you again old bean. And who's your friend." He grinned rather cheekily at the female officer with Cas. If only to keep up appearances before turning his attention back to Holloway. Even as he did so a clumping noise sounded behind him and a metallic hand slapped him across the back of the head. Quite painfully too. "Well hullo to you too Mother. I see you're as cheerful as ever. Clinga good?" His answer was an electronic fart. Bloody AI.

((From Mechis III)) Nodding to Sheog and to be honest, slightly glad for the end of that... It wasn't a conversation. It was more of a monologue. Their was something about Ares, brief flashes in the eyes... No not that. Something Gren could feel in the force. Other than the darkside, which lay like a velvet blanket over everything around here anyway. Bah too much time working with Jedi, he thought. Not enough time training myself either. As the ship lifted off Merchis III, something Gren was glad about as well considering the last time he had been here the Arach'Tar had invaded the Galaxy and he had been embroiled in a fight with the SIth Master Geki, he sent a quick message using the planetary communications network to Coruscant. It had a twofold purpose. The first was to inform the Operators of the Shadow Sentinels of his destination and purpose so they could dredge up as much information as possible and send a team out there to meet him. The second was to inform Cadio of his actions thus far. That being done he checked his kit. Making sure everything was combat worthy. Rifle, Blaster, Various grenados, AM Knife, . It was, as usual he maintained all his equipment in top notch shape himself. He just like to make sure. The fact that they were finally going after the Marauderers was a bonus for him. Whilst his team wasn't full and he was still lacking the key component that he had wanted before going in after them..Ysalamiri. He doubted though his heavily force reliant companions would want to go harvest some though. Nevermind that, he would fight the good fight that he always had.

The moment Grace slammed into the wall Grens was up, pistol up and about and pointed downrange straight at Gonzo. If the barabel took even the tinest step towards killing her he'd have a blaster shot blow apart his skull so fast it would look like a blurry red beam of indescribable heat slamming into a watermelon. But before he needed react to any potentially lethal moves on Gonzo's part Sheog arrived. Holstering his pistol he sat back down with his rifle in his lap. Half watching the show in front of him and mildly curious about the droids carrying crate into the ship.. Which turned out to be thermite explosives. With a shrug Gren stood. This was Sheog's ship so Sheog's rules. Personally he wouldn't have laoded it with thermite charges but he was used to working conservatively with minimal impact and maximum efficiency. Self-Destructing wasn't usually too efficient. Standing he slung his rifle again. "No worries Sheog. I think I know what you're getting at... And its 'Mad'ness. But brilliance is just another form of insanity right? Anyway I'll leave you to it. I interrupted a very important conversation with Ares to come check out the stick fight." Turning he made his way back to the common area where Ares was still sitting. Was that drool coming out of the corner of his mouth? "Might want to wipe that away old bean."

Gren grinned his slow grin, locking eyes with Grace. "I think I'll watch this one. And its Gren. Not Master Sairdonga. I work for a living." Seeing the barabel fight didn't really matter to him. But this scarred girl on the other hand. Was somehow appealing. Unslinging his rifle he took a seat off to the side, resting his rifle on his knees his left hand on top of it. His other however was resting on his DL-88. Ready to take the shot if the Barabel got any more violent than absolutely necessary. Not that he knew much about Sith training regimes or how much violence was applied. The Antarian Ranger took it for granted though that if it looked like someone would die or be seriously injured or maimed he would need to step in... Or at least shoot in.

Recieving a message from Sheog Gren frowned. Someone had just wandered onto the ship? Who did that? Just jaunted into someones ship without permission? What world lacking manners did this Intruder come from... Or was he hostile? "Well Ares. Nice chatting to you about stuff. Personally though I'm ore of a things man then a stuff man. I'm going to go see if my shooting things skills are required. We can continue this brilliant chat later." Not that Ares had said anything. They hadn't actually managed to get any kind of a conversation off the ground before the Intruder had shown up. Standing he followed through the hatch the girl had gone through. Vaguely curious as to where she had gotten injured. Entering the foyer behind Grace he listened in as they talked. Taking a few moments to assess the situation he decided to move in. "You know. Where I come from its generally considered good manners to introduce oneself before making requests or demands... Also before trespassing onto the ship of another. Especially a Sith.. But what do I know. Former prison colonies aren't know for the manners. Just the Soldiers."

Gren chuckled as the two Sith departed. This time he wouldn't follow Sheog. Though he would keep his eyes open in case of trouble and be ready to move in if necessary. Wouldn't do to have his first ally and the one responsible for all this die on him. It would certainly be bad for business anyway. On that note he didn't particularly feel like swapping warries with the other Sith. Finishing off his own smoke he dropped the butt on the ground and crushed it with his boot. Ensuring all opposition to the might of his fire putting outing was crushed before he turned and strode back up the ramp himself. He still needed a few more members for his team. Two Jedi and another Sith... IF he could find him. He had little to no idea where Geki was not having heard of him or his ship being active in quite some time. Going to the commons onboard he found the Ares again. I feasted with Sheog... And oh how that Hutt can Eat! Guess I can talk to Ares too Turning to the Sith he spoke. "So... You like... Stuff?"

(Pardon mate) Gren looked to the new Sith. Now he had two allies. A message came in on his wristpad. Checking it as everyone puffed on their Deathsticks it was a short read. Another attack. On Nar Shadda. Same group was suspected to be involved. Video footage from Naboo and Nar Shadda identified a number of individuals involved in the first attack, Bespin their was no information about but interestingly enough their was one other person involved on Nar Shaddaa. The ship was the key. They had half decent intelligence on it. It wouldn't be too hard to spot it. "First things first lets be clear on who we all are. I'm an Antarian Ranger, not a Sith nor a Jedi. This is my show. It was me who has been tasked with forming a group to deal with this issue and others like it. The core team has been established from amongst the best soldiers the Galaxy has to offer. Imperial and Republic plus whichever Mercs we thought cut the grade. You chaps aren't subordinated to anyone. You're partnered directly to me. With the authority to use specific resources and methods in completion of our goals. I suspect someone strong in the force is in on it. Hence why I am requesting Sith and Jedi assistance. You two are free to come and go as you please. But you're not military, you don't answer to anyone. What's the catch? You do something nasty and I'll probably be tasked to hunt you down next right before the order comes in to have me hung up by my heels. That being said when you work with me you have some real power on your hands. To do whatever, wherever, whenever. You don't need evidence. You don't have boundaries. You don't have to answer to anyone. You find the bad guy. You kill the bad guy. End of story. No red tape. No fuss. Destroy anything the enemy can use as propaganda and our PR boys are coming up with something to soothe the civis we step on by accident. Short version. You can come and go as you please. Whilst you're here you work with me. Not for me. Get unlimited resources and access to some pretty cool stuff. Open door policy." He flicked a few buttons on his wristpad. Getting exact details of the situation as far as this current crisis went. "Here's what we have. Theed City on Naboo was attacked by a small group. Approximately four members. Started in some bar then they damn near destroyed the city. The Int Cell suspects they flew a small highly modified rather grotesque freighter in. Its the only ship they IDed around Theed that was also spotted at Bespin. Which other than long distance visuals taken from nearby platforms we know nothing about. Cloud City is gone. Dropped to the depth. I saw it myself and I felt the force there. It was... Twisted. That is why I suspect a force user and to be honest it felt similar to a few Sith I've met. Not the same but close enough to them that I think it was the same Order. Now our latest intel has Nar Shadda as a prime suspect of their last visit. A Jedi was very brutally killed inside a bar... Funny how these guys like bars so much eh? Anyways he was attacked by at least four individuals in this bar and at the same time a fifth individual destroyed a power plant. Cutting off any further information we can get from security cams. Int Cell however is on planet and trying to scramble data from witnesses. Same ship as seen on Naboo and Bespin left shortly after the attack. Jedi have begun swarming the planet too so we're going to try and to get a few of them on board. Make this a Symbolic victory as much as a quest for Justice. That being said our first stop should be Nar Shadda or if the Jedi have left we find them. I still want two Jedi on board with this. Alright we good? Questions?"

Gathering his gear the Shadow Sentinel followed Sheog down the ramp of his ship, pack on, rifle in hand. He probably should have changed out of his dirty combat fatigues.. On a planet as steeped in history as Mechis III looking like a Republic Commando probably wasn't going to serve him anything good. Or even tasty. Probably something cold, hard and vaguely blood flavoured... That or it would warm, intangible and tasting like a lightsaber! Neither were a good choice. besides which after that feast with Sheog he was full! Though he now understood the reason his chair had been so far away from the Hutts. Surveying the land around them Gren couldn't help but notice a certain bleakness about it. He could certainly feel it, through the force. He could feel the darkside here. And something more. Something twisted. This place... It seemed was tainted far worse than anything he'd ever felt before... And he'd gotten up close and personal with Geki! Watching a figure approach Gren felt the man through the force. Sith. Definitely Sith. He resisted the urge to clench his rifle. The old days were gone. Gren wasn't a Republic Soldier any more. Now he was a Shadow Sentinel. He would work with anyone that could bring something useful to the cause. Sith, Jedi both were the same. Force Users in general were. He hadn't met many Grey Ones in his travels... But if he did he'd try and get some training out of it. See if he couldn't raise himself to a standard on par with the Sith and the Jedi yet separate. Pushing a wa any fear or loathing he may have felt and replacing it with his usual resilient humour Gren nodded to the newcomer. "Hullo old bean. Here about that ad in the paper?"

Starting into his food and drink Gren inspected the neat holodisplay in front of him with one eye and keeping the other on the entertainment. As Sheog spoke to him. His various devices buzzed and bleeped to eachother and translated the Hutt's speech into basic for Gren. Thankfully it seemed Sheog had no such trouble with understanding basic otherwise the machines might just explode from the stress of conducting such an unfamiliar task. "Lord Sheog the Galactic Alliance is doing something. Me. I was authorised by the 'Gods that be' to raise a Task Force for the express purpose of... Settling this situation and any others like it that crop up. I am authorised to recruit who I want and do whatever needs doing to get the job done. They trust that my judgement will be sufficient to quell any fears that I'll turn into a Inter-Galactic Gestapo." Considering the lists and scrolls popping up before him Gren linked his own wristpad to it and brought up his own list for Sheog to see. "Now my information is a little old but if he is still around Geki would be a good choice. The man may be insane but he has style. My 'nose' tells me he is one of those we want." He chucked inwardly at the inside joke. it had been years ago when a young Rebel Captain had wandered into the wrong bar on Tatooine. He'd left alive. Minus his nose. "The other I have on file only recently. A Darth Ares? Do you know of him? He is reported to have talked to CoreSec, it sounds like he might be the sort I want on my team too. And of course if you are willing and if your Master is too then you are both more then welcome." That was it for the Sith he had in mind. Tapping a few buttons on his wristpad he brought up the list of Jedi. The first was a rather 'hairy' issue. "Master Kirlocca. I've heard tales of his combat prowess and have seen him in action myself. If he can be brought onboad... I think I need to try and convince him that working with the Sith in such a visual role will go leaps and bounds towards fixing the Galaxy." He then brought up the last two at once. "These two. Master's Ession Scorp I've worked with in the past and is a solid character. He certainly knows his way around a fight." Switching off his addition to the lightshow he looked to Sheog. "Well there you have it my good Sir. Sairdonga's Shortlist for the first jaunt of the Shadow Sentinels. The halting of what appears to be an Inter-Galactic Drive-by."

After Gren had put all his kit away in the armoury, save only his SPR and wristpad of course for purposes of translation he made his way through the ship, syncing the wristpad to the SPR. It wouldn't qork quite as fast as the Ship's Computer but it would still give him an extremely swift translation from Huttese to Basic. Something it appeared he would need seeing as he was now stuck on this ship with a Hutt for a Host. It was only polite that he conduct his own translations. Entering what he could only assume with no small amount of awe was the ship's galley Gren stared at all the food. The rich tapestry of food and drink had him slightly astounded. Being a Warrior in some kind of formation since birth food had been one of those things that seemed to be constantly... Rationed. Going from nothing but stale ration packs to Battalion functions and even one impromptu 'feast' in a still contested Imperial Palace. But he'd never seen anything this opulent. Closing his now watering mouth and taking what he believed was his seat. Taking a moment to wonder at the distance between his own and Sheogs. Maybe it was a Hutt tradition... Regardless it wasn't a concern he needed worry about. What was far more concerning was his own condition, he was still fairly filthy from the last few days. He felt like he'd barely had time to sleep since killing Mortise on Ryloth. Mother should just about be done processing the holonet feed for that. A little... Return call for all the massacres being hacked into the feed. Bringing his attention back to the present situation he turned to Sheog. "I'd like to thank you Lord Sheog for both this lavish feast and your assistance. I must say you have me quite impressed with all this. I've never seen quite the array of food and drink in one area" He waited politely for Sheog to start the eating before he began. It was usually the prerogative of the Master and Commander of the vessel to do so.