Gren Sairdonga

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Gren felt a little... Punchdrunk. To be fair he hadn't really expected the Empire to agree to a truce and then to a galactic merger that would change the very fabric of galactic politics, to be fairer he had expected the Sith to use any kind of a peace agreement to spread suffering as far and wide as possible. That being said Gren still fully expected a few of the Sith to do exactly that. "Cadio. You know I remember the day I joined the Alliance. It was only a little while after you. I didn't think I would ever live to see the war over. Certainly not with all that happened inbetween too. I guess congratulations are in order for what you've achieved here. It truely is epic." Looking too his droid... Who was now poking holes in the wall for some odd reason. Guess he got bored of staring at women and thought vandalism was a better use of his time. He turned back to the two in front of him. Taking the time to properly assess the girl. Her words didn't quite match up. She looked young. Very young. A teenager even. Human? With those eyes? Maybe. Weird but maybe. An Imperial Captain? Mental shrug. He had been promoted to Captain at seventeen shortly after his first battle. If he could do it then so could others... But she looked so young! Either way it was obvious she was friends with Cadio and that made her alright by his books... Or datapads anyway. Reaching over he shook the girls... Droid hand? Bowing slightly. Felt a bit weird. No-one usually curtsied to him so he was out of practise. Good firm grip though. Droid-like even. "Please to meet you Raven. Gren Sairdonga. Republic General... Former Republic General now I guess. Must be back to good old Gren Sairdonga, Antarian Ranger. And any friend of Cadio's is a friend of mine." His commlink beeped. Checking it briefly he saw it was from the slicer. Hopefully he'd found the Ranger who had been trying to track him down. It would give him something to do now that the war was over anyway. He wanted a little time to reassess before he started training in the force again. Last time had been a mistake that had almost cost him his life. This time he'd do it right. "Well Cadio. A galaxy at peace doesn't need an old wardog like me... Not that I feel old. Did I ever thank you for researching those nanites old mate bit my nose off for? They really are good at making me feel young again.. Look it too. I mean c'mon? Do I look nearly forty? Some girl at the Last Call said I looked barely twenty... She may have been trying to get a lift off-planet though. Either way the point is I'm going off grid for a while... Again. I've been fighting since I was old enough to walk and now I may just go back to Toprawa and see what I can find of my old self before the Rangers took me there. Even got a good lead on it. Still don't really remember it all from that Vjun thing." Looking down briefly... Goodbyes really weren't his thing he pulled a datapad out of his pocket. "If you ever need anything. I mean anything. This datapad has how to contact me on it. Its not direct... But any messages you send through the people in there will go to me or Mother here eventually. Go enjoy your celebrations mate. You earnt it. Someone has to keep the watch. And thats what Sentinels do. Maybe I'll stop briefly by wherever the Jedi are these days and track Onderin down. He probably wants to dress me down for being in a coma for almost a year." Holding out the datapad for Cadio he tried to assess the moroseness he was feeling. The war was over. He should be overjoyed. Yet instead he felt like his best friend had died. Silly talk considering Colan was sitting in his fighter in the hanger probably bored as guano trying to entice some techs into gambling. Yet here he was and it was all over. A life-time later and the only life he'd ever known done.

Even though by the lack of many of the senior dignitaries the meeting was clearly over Gren's flight of E-Wings landed smoothly in the hangar bay. Leaping from his ship he made his way through the facility. Tapping on his datapad all the time trying to find someone from the Republic or the Jedi to talk to. Mother following unobtrusively in his wake. Eyeing everyone beligerently (What a strange droid!) Starlisk would be best but records indicated he'd left already. That being the case Cadio would be a good person to find. And find Cadio Gren did. "Cadio!" Gren called out. Approaching his long-time... Friend? Rival? Associate? Well whilst they'd never had much contact they'd always been on good terms. And they were both on the same side. They'd even nearly been on a few missions together and had fought in a few battles. "Long time no see old buddy. How are you doing? And what happened here? More importanly mate. What happens now?" Though technically Cadio was a superior formalities only really applied in the barracks and command situations. That and Gren had only ever called Onderin Sir. Cadio had been side-by-side with Gren ever since they'd been recruits. "And Mother... Stop looking at the girl. She's too young. Man where did I pick up such a pervert of a droid. Honestly. YOu'd think AI would develop... Subtlety."

A a transport with an deconstructed E-Wing. Brand new off the assembly line where it was obviously not assembled unloads its cargo at the CC shipyards. With it came a rather chirpy R7 droid who did not realise what was about to happen to its E-Wing. Luck of the draw little buddy.

GREN SAIRDONGA Identity Real Name: Gren Sairdonga Homeworld: Toprawa Species: Human/Bio-Android Physical Description Age: Biological 64, Physical 20 Height: 6'2" Weight: 110Kg Hair: Black Eyes: Brown Sex: Male Equipment Clothing or Armor: Mixture of former standard Rebel Alliance issue and personal kit. Personally modified webbing worn over light and medium armour. Weapons: Blastech DL- 44 Blaster, AR-1 Blaster Rifle, various detonators and explosives, vibroblade strapped to back, Anti-Matter Knives Common Inventory: Personally Modified Webbing containing weapons, ammunition, datapad, credits, multitool, First Aid Kit, three day survival assets, miscellaneous field equipment. Faction Information Force User Alignment: Neutral Current Faction Affiliation: None Current Faction Rank: N/A History: Force Side: Former Jedi Padawan Trained by: Onderin Starlisk Trained who: No-one Known Skills: Expert in fleet, fighter and ground combat tactics. Veteran fighter pilot and Special Forces officer. Marksman and hand-to-hand expert. Knife lover Background: Born and raised on Toprawa Gren was raised in the fiercely Martial Traditions of the Antarian Rangers. Praised as an up and coming Ranger he was a good student in all forms from a young age though he had a special connection with the hand-to-hand combat forms and explosives. At the age of 18 he left the Rangers to join the Rebel Alliance. After serving for two years he was promoted to Captain where he ran many special ops missions and fought in many battles as the Wing Leader of a X-Wing unit. The greatest moment for his career as an Alliance Officer was the Battle of Haruun Kal where his outstanding leadership got him promoted to Commander.... Also because he was the only surviving Alliance Officer of the battle. He was also instrumental in the forging of the Alliance-Empire 'ceasefire' and opening relations with the Thorpe Corporation. It was after this battle that he gave the Alliance one of its greatest medical finds. Captured nanites... 'Given' to him by a SEED leader in a fight where Gren nearly lost his life... By the age of twenty-eight he was one of the Alliances best officers frequently running missions and involved in the training of new recruits for special operations missions. During one of which a Jedi informed him of his force sensitivity... The galaxy had taken a big step for the Alliance officer... It wasn't to last long as Gren was soon ordered onto a more challenging mission. An Alliance task force was sent to Dubrillion to end the Black Sun's criminal way... Though it failed in many ways... Partly due to Gren's diplomatic skills it led to a million credit bounty on his head... To which he began plotting to find a way through. Before he could put any plans into full action Gren was once again called away. This time to Csilla where he would participate in the largest battle between the Empire and the Alliance since he joined the Alliance so long ago. The battle ended in a victory for the Alliance. Another victory that Gren was instrumental in creating. On his return to Gala the young Alliance Officer received a call for aid from a survivor of the Hapan Royal Family Massacre. Suspecting a trap Gren had a clone of himself made, with that done he immediately embarked on a lone mission to find a survivor of the Hapes Royal Family. The mission gleaned almost immediate results as a datachip containing a vast array of intelligence on Phillep and many Imperial Operations was sent to the Alliance. But it also led to Gren's disappearance on the mystery planet of Vjun. Some time later a young man awakens in a bed. No idea who he is or how he got their. His memories gone the man wandered around the galaxy for a while. Finally ending up on Coruscant where some of his former SpecOps squadron ran across him and grabbed him before some Imperial Stormtroopers could arrest him. Running into his old friends many of Gren's early memories of the Alliance returned. Though he remembered nothing of his life before the Alliance. Taking him to a small Alliance outpost they told him who he was. Seeing as Gren knew absolutely nothing about his previous life they were all greatly surprised when he still turned out to be a formidable pilot. Demonstrated at the Battle of Mechis III where the arrival of his squadron helped to turn the tide of the battle against the Empire. Boarding an Alliance Cruiser he ran face to face with a blast from the past. The one time Leader of SEED. Jidai Geki. His memories of this evil being returning in a blast Gren leapt straight to the attack. Driving the insane Imperial back. But before either could strike a killing blow an ancient and malevolent evil returned to the galaxy. The Arach'tar announced their presence by destroying the Corellian System. Resulting in the deaths of billions. They also attacked the fleets at Mechis III. Gren escaped rallying survivors and getting them to safety. After he rallied the survivors Gren travelled to the Imperial Fortress and met with the surviving leaders. Running into Admiral Starlisk even more of Gren's memories returned. Enough for him to return to active duty. The next few months were spent in researching weapons for war against the Arach'tar and organising a treaty between the major Galactic Factions. A treaty to take the battle to the Arach'tar. The battle happened two weeks later at the planet Ilum. For Gren it ended nearly instantly. As the Arach'tar activated a weapon capable of killing all force users in the system. Waking up sometime later back on Gala, Gren was laid low with some sort of unknown damage to his body. Scarcely alive he was constantly racked by pain. No-one knew what was wrong. But something was definitely missing. Gren proved instrumental in forging a treaty between the New Republic and the Empire and fought out the remainder of the war against the Arach'tar providing instrumental support in the joint Republic/Imperial Alliance to defeat the threat. Participating in several engagements and using his skills as a superior ground commander to help the Galactic Coalition secure victory over the great invader. His greatest contribution was perhaps the fleet action at Gromas. Whilst he fought the battle out from the cockpit of his E-Wing he had a unique view of the battle and co-ordinated and escorted the successful boarding of the Arach'tar flagship the result of which was the death of Avatar Ikera and the retreat of the Arach'tar. Another point on that particular battle was his status as the only surviving Alliance Officer. Leaving it to him to co-ordinate the mop-up and withdrawal of Alliance Forces. An action he pulled off even though he still suffered from severe memory loss and being cut off from the force. After the war the New Republic and the Empire parted ways. Signing a ground breaking treaty of separation. Gren believing the hard fights over finally acknowledged his burgeoning talent with the force and started training as a padawan under his long time Commander, Onderin Starlisk. This training was to be short lived as the planet of Manaan was inflicted by a horrendous fate. Ordered to the planet with a sizeable strike force and the aide of Onderin's other apprentice the planet was found frozen under a night cloak and a Star Destroyer found buried far beneath the ice. At this point things became hazy. Gren scarcely remembered the negotiated surrender that followed nor the return to Gala. His only coherent memory since the trip down to the Cryo-Hydra was waking with a start, his surroundings unfamiliar the medical staff unknown a migraine on the verge of shattering his suddenly frail reality. It didn't take him long to adjust to being awake once more. With the help of his friends he readjusted into life amongst the walking and even picked up a new droid named whom he named Mother. The Droid (A SD-X series Stealth Battledroid) was equiped with an AI. Capable of learning and understanding anything Gren put before it. It quickly adapted to him and soon was a counterpoint and somewhat entertaining version of Gren himself. Whilst this was occurring the Republic and the Empire finally agreed to a lasting peace treaty that saw the mering of the two factions. This meant that as a General, Gren was no longer needed. Now bereft of the only family and home he'd had for twelve years the man had to decide what do to next. Finish his training to become Jedi? Perhaps. It had its merits. But before he could decide his old base on Gala was attacked by a once Alliance recruit named Apophenian Mortise. Now Gren poured all his effort and energy into finding this creature and bringing it to justice. Justice did finally catch Mortise. On the Twi'lekian homeworld Ryloth after a long tiring investigation Gren, with the help of the Arkanian CoreSec agent Cas Holloway finally tracked down Apophenian Mortise. Wiring Mortise's ship to blow and tracking the Thisspiasian to a bar where he was meeting with an unknown individual. Using a co-ordinated strike the Hunter team took down the bar and captured Mortise, his companion. Already gone but kept under close eye. It was all for naught though, inexperience at dealing with the Thisspiasian race led to Cas's downfall when an extra set of arms produced a rather powerful blaster to the chest for the Arkanian. After a brief firefight Mortise escaped the bar, and would have escaped Gren entirely but for the watchers keeping his friend under eye. They spotted Mortise meeting with the Twi'lek and informed Gren who promptly co-ordinated an multi-prong air-strike to annihilate the speeder and kill both Mortise and his companion with no civilian casualties. On his return to Coruscant after the Hunt Gren heard the news about the recent crime wave and saw first hand how CoreSec was struggling to contain it. An idea occurred to him. One that could possibly lead to solve the Galactic Crimewave problems. He got in touch with the remaining Sentinels and sought out Cadio Sikoat, the Supreme Commander of the Galactic Alliance. After a very brief set of negotiations had established a new organisation. The Shadow Sentinels. A Security Force without jurisdiction, without limits, without superiors, without laws or red tape or courts. They were the judge, they were the jury and they were the executioners. It would be made up of Elite Military Operatives from both sides of the war and any Mercenaries deemed skilled enough to make it through the rather intensive enlistment procedures. That was for all the permanent operators within the SS. The non-permanent crew, men and women Gren enlisted specifically for a job simply had to find Gren and convince him of their value to his cause. Or as it was still early days and his cause hadn't gotten afloat yet he would need to enlist their aid. The first mission however ended with disaster, an explosion killing the vast majority of the SS operatives. Gren himself was killed, however a team of SS operatives, ex-Republic Scientists and a Grey Jedi banded together to resurrect him. Together they managed to retrieve enough of him that with the assistance of machinery, state-of-the-art medical equipment and a good bit of cash from a secret source they created a new generation of HRD. Gren, human mind spliced with a Super-AI Processing Core to control a machine body capable of amazing feats with some of the most advanced technology on offer installed. Ship Registration Name: Ranger's Eye Class: Escort Starfighter Model: Series IV E-wing Escort Starfighter Manufacturer: FreiTek Inc. Length: 11.2 Meters Armaments: 3 Laser Cannons, Shields, Torperdo Launcher (16 torps) Armor: Standard Anti-Personnel Defenses: Standard Appearance: Sentinel Colours Modifications: Advanced power generators increasing the effectiveness and efficiency of weapons, shields and engines.

Turning to Aira Gren smiled a little sadly. Here was the harsh face of war that created monsters. Here was the face where brothers were born. Enemies became hated foes and entire systems were laid waste. Gren had to be careful not to become like the Imperials he was going to hunt down. "I don't know anything about them yet Aira. All I have is that one message. Once the troop carriers get down to the surface more detailed scans of the station will take place and we will respond in kind to the Imperial messge. I will attempt to negotiate rather then fight but I want to be ready for a fight. Its all we can do. Other then that we just... Be ready for trouble." Turning back Gren noted the depth they were at. It was surprising how far the Imps had managed to dig an entire Star Destroyer. If thats what it really was. As they entered the cavern it was located in Gren ordered a team in special survival gear designed to work in extreme temperatures under water. They were ordered to set up an communications device that working through the structures hull would transmit comms straight to the structure. As they did this the rest of the small flotilla spread out and began detailed scans. Locating the main power source, the bridge and the location of the vast majority of the life forms. Which also happened to be the bridge. Using the jury rigged communications device. Which would also work to recieve messages that were 'sent' out the main array Gren attempted contact. "Imperial forces, this is General Gren Sairdonga of the Republic. You are in breach of the Treaty of Seperation and are found dug in on a world annihilated by Imperial weapons of war. I feel this needs some explaining."

A few hours later drilling was well under way for the moment it was unmanned drills slowly digging down towards the structure deep below the ice. While they did that Gren and his troops helped secure the topsaide locations. It was an ice wasteland. With nothing surviving except the soldiers he had brought with him. Even the roaches had somewhere better to be. Though with the sun once gain shining the ice was ever so slowly starting to melt. Well it would melt once the heat from the Manaan sun made it through the barrier of ice. Above them the battle for control of space was over. With the destruction of all the satellites Gren's troops turned their attention to securing every pocket of the system. Destroying numerous probes in an attempt to cut off all eyes and ears. "Sir. The excavators have broken through in a cave of sorts. Inital sensor reports show Sith Emblems of an unknown variety on what appear to be the deconstructed body of a Star Destroyer. Sensors also heard what sounded like old morse code coming through the hull." Turning Gren looked at the man. A Star Destroyer? Under the Ice? Did that dounds as weird to him as it did to Gren? Signalling for his company to get their gear ready and load up onto the transports Gren himself started getting ready to move. "Any idea what they're saying Captain?" "We didn't catch the whole message but what we have so far is 'without communication, and our supplies are running low. We have an estimated two weeks left on food, and even less in recycled air. If you are friendly, we seek assistance.' I think its a ploy to get them out of here without a fight." Gren nodded turning he wended his way through the FOB, boarding a digger he checked all his gear one last time. Before he turned to the Captain. "Inform the fleet I am going down. If the Jedi come down to the surface here make sure they don't go down into that hole. It'll be tense enough down there without lightsabers in the mix." As the hatch began to close the Captain threw Gren a salute. Then with a rumble the drill began. Turning Gren eyed the ten other men inside the digger with him. Combat veterans who had served with Gren for years each man and woman of them knew the General as well as anyone could. They would know the cold rage that burned in his heart. Even if the Imperials were telling the truth.

As scanner reports came back in Gren got a picture of the surface and the underground. For the most part it was devoid of life. But deep below the surface a facility of some kind exsisted. It had faint life readings. Perhaps it was the life that Aira had sensed. It must be. Far below that their was the warmer sections near the planet core life signs were strong there too. Chances were anything that could did escape to the warm but dark core. To get eaten by the local dark inhabitants. But either way the only energy source detected was that from the metallic object deep within the ice. Standing Gren turned to Aira. Looking at her he knew he didn't want to take her down to the surface. These were Imperials and chances were this would turn into a fire fight. Though Gren would attempt to avoid that. "Captain order the dropping troops. Send them to the closest surface co-ordinates to the structure. Begin bombardment of the surface above as well. Lets cut away as much of the ice with turbolasers before we get to drilling. Your in charge until I return. Seconds as you dicatate. Also contact the Jedi and tell them I'm moving to the surface. They can meet me at the FOB." Still looking to Aira he sighed. She had come here to advise and learn. Maybe their was a chance to negotiate down there. Maybe. "Aira. If you want you can come down to the surface. Or remain up here. But if you come down with me it'll be risky. I have no real idea what sort of reception the Imperials will have for us down there. But the choice is yours. Either way I won't leave my men to fight this one alone." Turning he made his way down to the hangar where a company of troops were being outfitted in Arctic survival gear. First they would all assemble on a safe spot not too far from the dig site. There a Forward Operating Base would be constructed along the designs that if it stayed long enough it would actually float. Then teams would be sent to specially designed drills. Bascially APCs but with a big drill on the end they would dig their way down to the structure. Upon contact with the hull more sensory readings would be taken to ascertain exactly what was underneath where. Then once Gren had been down there and exhausted all possible options they would breach the structure and kill whoever was dumb enough to shoot at them. Or stun them. Depending on how nice Gren felt surrounded by ice. Boarding a transport Gren took the proffered Arctic survival gear. Swiftly putting it on. Even as he put his own equipment in a storage locker to be taken to his quarters. His usualy weapons were to stay here. Stuff especially adapted for the ice would need to be used. A few minutes later with a lurch the transport lifted off. Heading to the surface and the FOB. (Aira if you want to come down just post getting on board.)

(Mod cloearance to take down the field.) "Sir the reinforcements are here. The heavy cruisers and the EMP bombs for taking out the satellites. The troops and equipment special for the cold." Came the call from the sensors station. Turning Gren looked at the small display attached to his chair. Grinning with relief at the arrival of new troops better equipped for the fight. First thing he would have to do would be to check how the fighters throughout the system were faring. Their goal being to hunt down any eyes and ears Faust had decided to scatter throughout. With that Night Cloak up the surface was blind. "Get the troop and equipment carriers into a bowl protected by the smaller ships. Order the reos armed for it to launch a strike on the co-ordinates we are targeting. Get those ion bombs in position then blow them. That'll shut down a good five percent of the field for each bomb. Just make sure our people are out of range of it all. Also get my a sitrep on the Search and Destroyers." Turning to Aira he shrugged. With these extra troops the cloak would be down in minutes. No need to expend their energy on pushing anything. Not when it was very likely they would need it to fight whatever was hiding under the cloak. Turning back to the display Gren watched as the ion bombs were launched into the field. Not aimed or targeted and launched amidst debris they were safe from point laser defenses. Then a multiple ripple of detonations. And several thousand kilometers worth of satellites were so much space junk. Their gravity compensaters as gone as the rest of them. Their orbits would begin decaying. Even as the flashes from the detonations faded from his eyes the planet reappeared to the Republic fleet and their Jedi allies. What had once been a watery paradise was now as frozen as Hoth. Gren was no scientist but it could take years for the ice to melt fully. And the flora and fauna of the planet might never fully recover. "Right order the fleet to continue destroying the field. Casualty reports can wait till later. For now prep what ground assualt units equipped for the cold to prep for an landing. No go ahead till I order it. I want every inch of the surface scanned and as much under that as possible with all that ice. Any anomalies come straight to me. Also prep a transport for me and whatever troops we have with Arctic training and equipment." Once again activating his comm he contacted the Jedi again. "The cloak is down as you can see but the field is still dangerous. Whilst my fleet handles the rest of it I'll be launching troops to the surface of this ice sphere as soon as reliable intel on whats waiting down there is recieved."

Turning to Aira Gren considered. Even as barrages of heavy laser fire arced down to the planet. Destroying satellites and passing through to strike the surface or whatever was below it. From his study of previous assualts against night cloaks they had fallen with the destruction of a few satellites. With this upgrade he had no real idea how long it would take. "I don't know Aira. Satellites tends to have orbit maintainence units and their are several hundred satellites in the hole we are trying to punch." He looked back to the readouts. It was a distinct possibility that it could work. But if they could be pulled out of orbit. Or their orbit decayed wouldn't the Jedi already here have tried to push them out of orbit? "I'll suspect though by the time we really get to it I suspect the fleet will have punched a hole through it anyway." Getting back on the comm Gren connected to base to find out how long till reinforcements arrived. Good. Not long to go till the first contingent arrives. Shouldn't be too long till the groundside requirments arrived after that.

Gren listened to the signal from the Jedi and looked at some data they had gleaned. These satellites were an upgrade on the old model. Each equipped with a concussion missile launcher and several laser cannons. Grens immediate action was to pull back the Piratical and her escorts before they got into range. How does one fight several thousand missile platforms capable of shooting down lasers? He thought to himself as his fleet once again reformed. "Order the fleet into a perimeter around Manaan. And call in another two MC90a cruisers with some of those special longe range frigates the Admiral had built to fight the Arach'tar, make sure they're armed with plenty of ion bombs. Biggest we can find. Send the first signal to the bail-out fleet as well. Send out pickets and comb the system for anything unfriendly. They can't see us from under there so they'll need external view sources." As the two cruisers already with the fleet began opening fire from beyond the effective range of the satellites missile systems Gren checked the battle logs. Wait. Still need to contact the Jedi. He thought setting his comm system. Even as he did so signals for the reinforcements requested were sent out. They would be here soon he hoped. "Master Ession this is General Gren Sairdonga. My boys are on it. I suggest you and any other Jedi here form up with us these satellites will take a few minutes to clear. At least a hole big enough to fly fighters through."

With a flicker of pseudomotion a fleet of Republic warships appeared in system. One of the ships was an Interdicter cruiser which powered up its gravity well. Quickly forming into half-moon with the cruisers at the base the Republic fleet began to assess the situation. Even as communications with sources outside the system took place. Gren sat up in his command chair. Swearing as a wave of anguish and pain took him by surprise. He had not known what to expect but this had not been it. This disgusting desrtuction of life. From above the planet appeared to not exsist. A black hole within which life cryed out. A cold hard wedge settled in his chest. Whoever was the cause of this would find the Fist of Justice to be quick and deadly. Activating his fleet wide channel he began issuing orders. "Task Force this is Sunray. All fighters are to be deployed in defensive screens around the fleet. Piratical and her squadron are to descend to weapons range and knock out as many of the satellites as it takes to destroy the night cloak. Everyone at maximum alert. This stinks of the Sith." He had named one of the Marauder Corvettes in the Task Force. Turning to the Captain he shook his head. Straining to control his anger. With some difficulty he returned to a semblance of calm. First thing they would need is more Arctic Gear. Troops well trained in it as well would be nice. "Contact Gala. Inform them of the situation and request a couple of troop and cargo carriers filled to the brim with Arctic Gear and some troops who specialise in it. We'll also need digging tools and prefabs to house them. Tell them we'll need a lot more in the way of medical and general supplies. Also send out signals and probes throughout this system searching for any sort of suvivor or local. We need information." Clsoing his eyes he tried to fight off the anguish of the planet below. Even as turbolaser fire from the Piratical and her escorts lit the void of space. Destroying satellites in an attempt to take down the cloak and reveal the planet. He turned to Aira. "What do you think Aira?"

In one of Dantooine's prefabbed rest areas a group of now Republic soldiers relax. A few infantry sections and a squadron of pilots. The ranking officer amongst them. A man named Colan sipped on some Corellian Ale. A drink he had never thought to taste properly again after the destruction of his homeworld in the Arach'tar war. Relaxing after a simple escort mission the troops had a few hours of leave before they were due to fly back. As the Republic Officer kicked back he began to reflect on his time with the Republic. Namely his service in Sentinel Squadron with Gren and his mixed time as a commando before Gren had been promoted to brasshood and yanked him along for the ride. (As requested 1 NPC waiting.)

Gren turned away as Onderin embraced his parents. Allowing as much privacy as possible seeing as he was in the room. Turning about as Onderin once again spoke to him Gren turning he moved out on to the street. Eyes taking in the surroundings again. Marvelling at the return of life to what was a shattered system. All its planets erased by a great evil. Making his way through the city he transmitted a request to Corsec for information. Transmitting identification along with the request. The information he required would hopefully go straight to the ship once it was compiled. "So are we to respond to this request for a peace conference the Emperor has announced?" Gren asked as they approached the ship. He had his doubts about it. It felt like a trap to him. The only time the Emporer had asked for even a cessation of hostilities was when his empire had been in danger of collapse had he not. The Arach'tar would have swept away the galaxy. Now an lasting peace would only weaken the Empire and make the Alliance the dominant government in the galaxy.

"Your right Master. We never attacked Mon Calamari. But its possible that after a victory at Mechis III we would have moved on the resultant wave of momentum to retake Mon Calamari. Two of the three men who would have led such an attack are here and I know I would have advised it as a tactically viable and strategically sound move. The force knows we would have been able to retake it with a minimum of casualties. But the invasion swept everything out the view port. Heck it shattered the viewport entirely." Scratching his head a theory occured to Gren. Crazy but possible. In fact entirely insane and it probably broke just about every religious rule in the galaxy. Thankfully Gren wasn't religious. The closest he had ever come to religion was the rank slide on his chest. The religion of war some called it. He called it the Defence of Freedom to all races of the galaxy. Freedom to many peoples shock was not free. "But as I've always been told. No one truely understands the depth of the force. Like a human mind only a small percentage of it is utilised. By all appearances this was done through the force. But that being the case. What? Or more importantly who supplied the drive behind it?" Turning to Onderin he shrugged. "Other then those. Which are more points to study rather then questions for your parents I have nothing further to add."

Gren suppressed a snort at Onderin's mothers response to his rank. It seemed the quintesential thing a mother would say. Then again her sone was perhaps one of the most powerful men in the galaxy being a Jedi Knight and one of the longest standing leaders of the Alliance to Restore the Republic. Though a note of sadness tinged his own thinking. His own mother had died in childberth. His father when Gren was twelve fighting pirates. His only family left was an uncle and a cousin or two wandering the galaxy. But at least he could never feel the pain of loss other then what he already had. Nodding at Onderin to affirm he had questions Gren pulled out a datapad so he could record the answers. Hopefully he would be able to spend a bit of time here and on the rest of the planets of the Corellian System as well as the other destroyed planets. Though he doubted his near future would have time for that sort of a development. He would collect some samples as well on the way out. Soil and mineral mostly. Atmospheric could be taken by the ship on the way out. "Yes indeed. Alright firstly the incidents in question runs over a large span of time. I would like an account of your memories and activities during that period. Please pay careful note to any... Oddities. Also as to Centerpoint how and when did you notice its disappearance? That should be it for now." He also had some questions for Corsec as to the location and status of several ships that had been on Corellia during the destruction but had escaped with major damage. Some even missing pieces of hull and reconstructed. Also the status of their crews. Some of which who had been maimed in blasts but likewise had escaped. If everything else had been returned what about them?

Followed Onderin through the streets Gren eyed the houses around them curiously. Corellian architecture... Well they were on Corellia. An older style though. One reminiscient of most human architecture. As they arrived at a house Onderin knocked and an elderly woman appeared. Bearing a resemblance to Onderin in certain aspects of her face. Stepping forward at the prompting Gren bowed. Old Antarian style. One must never forget ones manners. Especially when dealing with people of importance. "I am Gren Sairdonga. A long time friend and student of Onderins." At a loss of what more to say he simply stepped back. He had never been much for socialisation. Having either been too wrapped up in his work or in one of a series relationships with women most of whom had very similiar thought patterns to him. Not very condusive to talking for the main part and way over his head for the rest. Either way this was Onderin's party. He would dictate what happened from here. Gren was here to learn and try and figure out what in the name of the Sarlac's second to last third posterior tentacle was going on.

Nodding Gren tore his attention away from the controls in front of him. It was difficult the figures coming in were simply amazing. It was by all accounts Corellia as it was before the war. Unless the instruments were just playing tricks on him. But the force would be able to reach under the visible surface. It would be able to see past oxygen and carbon dioxide levels into the essence of things. It wouldn't see a life reading. It would see emotions. Relaxing into his seat Gren tenatively felt for the force. He had progressed to being able to sink into it with a little bit of effort. Concious competence he called it. Not tet the unconcious competence that the other Jedi he had seen showed. But not concious incompetence either. Reaching out he felt the general sway of emotions. The feelings rushed in he tried to decipher them. Annoyance, confusion, happiness. A frown creased his face. Where was the confusion? Where was the anger? Sorrow? Horror? Even the celebration that rocked the galaxy didn't seem to be present. Where were the hundreds of emotions these people should have been feeling after whatever it was they had been through? His confusion only continued to grow as he felt around him. This place was bereft of any emotion even closely related to what they should have been felt. Jawas showed more reaction to the effect on the salt trade due to the Galactic Civil War then these people were showing to the destruction and mysterious return of their home. Not to mention trillions of other deaths galaxy wide. Following Onderin off the shuttle he hypothesized to the Jedi Master. "Its as if these people have no recollection of the war. I could find no trace of any of the feelings we could feel at Gala. Albeit these people aren't soldiers... But this is... I don't know. I don't understand what has happened. These people. I... The trauma of what happened to them alone should have most of this planet in tears. Its as if they never experienced the war. Does that make sense master? I know it doesn't make sense to me..."

Gren couldn't help but stare at the planet before him. From his postion in the co-pilots seat he had access to the majority of the shuttles sensory suite. And it was all going off the charts with life. As Onderin spoke Gren couldn't help but bask in the joy of the life coming up from the planet. Stretching his conciousness out with the force as he had only just learnt to do. But something snapped his attention back. Parents? I suppose he must have parents. Everyone had parents... Well nearly everyone. But... Gren had always seen Onderin as the ofmidable Jedi Master. Never had he thought of the Admiral as a child or even a baby though supposedly one day in the distant past a baby boy would have been born and named Onderin. "It would be my honour Master." Gren who was still adjusting to the whole Master-Padawan role decided that would be an appropriate response. Their were a great many differences between the customs of the Alliance and the Jedi. A great many similarities too.

"As ordered Admiral." Turning away from Starlisk Gren walked the short steps to the comms station. Feeling as if a weight left with every step. It was over. They were leaving this... Graveyard. Getting on the fleet wide channel Gren began to withdraw troops. "Attention all units begin recovery operations immediately. Worst damaged are to proceed to primary exit points within their designated battlegroups. Stick to hyper discipline. Make sure all the badly damaged get out alright and do counts whenever you halt." Consulting a list of battle damage done to the fleet Gren winced. So many lost. So many good names. Bad names. Friends. This is a disgusting loss of life. People who would have made a good difference to this galaxy in ways other then war had they grown up in a time of peace. He thought to himself Before naming off a withdraw order. Weakest battle groups to strongest. His will to end war growing with each name. As the list wound down and ships started moving to obey their instructions Gren switched channels to the one they shared with the Empire. "Emperor Black. This is Gren Sairdonga. I must apoligise for missing you on the station. I heard the fighting at the control room was especially intense but I had some men to rescue elsewhere. I also hope this temporary truce turns into a more lasting peace. Not for my sake. But for the sake of all the citizens of this galaxy. My sorrow at the loss of so much life. Alliance and Imperial alike is overshadowed only by my will to see this galaxy to see peace. I hope to see you at peace talks of some kind. If not we will cross blades at the next battle. I promise this. General Sairdonga of the Alliance to Restore the Republic out." With that Gren got off the comm and watched recovery operations. It wasn't long before the only ships left in Corellian space that belong to the Alliance were those of the Flagship Battlegroup. Soon enough Gren took his last look at the Corellian system as starlines extended into infinity. To Gala they went.

A great cheer went up from the survivors of the Centerpoint Assault team as Centerpoint exploded and the Arach'tar fleet, devestated by the explosion fled into hyperspace. It represented the largest blow done to the Arach'tar at the least cost of life. It also represented the possible ending of the war. Gren himself didn't cheer. It also represented a failure on his part. To retrieve the bodies of hundreds of Alliance soldiers on board that station. To give them at least a decent burial. To Gren the evacuation of Centerpoint happened just in time it seemed. For less then a minute after the last transport made it a safe distance away a massive explosion rocked that sector of space. killing countless beings. Mostly Arach'tar. For them Gren felt no pity. The loss of life in the Corellian Sector alone made his blood boil. It was for the Alliance and to the Imperials that his heart went out. Friend or foe. They had been citizens of this galaxy. Fighting not for freedom or gain or out of hatred or retaliation. Like so many of the other wars fought. But the simple right to life. To survive. Never had its like been seen before on such a scale. The loss of life so catastrophic that it had forged an temporary bond between the Empire and the Alliance. To fight this threat. Now it seemed like the threat had gone. Forever? Doubtful. Long enough for the Alliance and Empire to tear eachother to pieces again. Most probably. Shaking clear of his thoughts Gren turned to the Captain of the shuttle. "Send word to Admiral Starlisk of our survival and imminent return to his flagship. Also send a request to the medical bay for emergency teams to meet us in the hangar. Hopefully we can save Slaughter" A few minutes later as the shuttle ramp lowered to the hangar floor Gren stepped out. Making his way to the bridge and Admiral Starlisk through the semi-working semi-celebrating crowds. Coming onto the bridge he searched quickly. Found the Admiral and threw him a boxer. Despite his exhaustion from the fighting he resisted the urge to slacken in the slightest. "Orders Sir?" Always business like Gren figured their was more work to do now then before the invasion started. Besides he could let exhaustion bring him down later.

It seemed to Gren his reinforcements arrived just in time. They hit the enemy just as they went from the organised, efficient and well protected killing that was engaging the enemy to the disorganised chaotic exploitation as one broke the enemy. It was the weakest point in any attack and the perfect point to counterattack. Luckily for Gren and his men they hit just as it happened, giving them the perfect opportunity to roll up the Arach'tar and reorg. Diving behind cover Gren and his men engaged the machines. The heavier arms and armour along with the support and greater numbers of Gren's troops achieved enough shock as to push the Arach'tar back steadily. As the elements of Gren's command pushed the machines down the corridor Gren approached the ragged survivors of Slaughter's command. Suddenly Grens com buzzed an urgent message coming through. It was Colan, still fighting around the station. "General you'd better get your men off that station. Its taken a great deal of damage and from out here it does look like it'll ast much longer." Acknowledging the message Gren went to his company commlink, he had new orders for his troops even as his men started evacuating the wounded back to the hangars. "All commands listen in. We have what we came for. Seven through to Ten Platoons taking rear guard and begin a fighting withdraw. One through three are on point. Everyone else is to assist with the transport of wounded and watch the flanks. Sunray out." Turning to the troops assembled before him Gren watched quietly as the first of his men streamed past. Gathering the wounded as they went. "You men stick with me. And where is Captain Slaughter?" "He fell just before you arrived sir. The Captain is alive but unconcious. Don't know for how long though. He's in bad shape." The trooper who spoke indicated a man lying on a hastily constructed field stretcher. Nodding to himself Gren ordered them to move out. Slowly but surely the entrie column of troops made their way back to the hangar bay. Picking up the medics in the waystation along the way and gathering as many dead and wounded of the Alliance's as they could. When they finally arrived at the hangar bay Gren was tense. He could feel the station trembling around them as he hurried his troops onto the transports. The transports leaving as soon as they were full. It seemed like an eternity but was only really a matter of minutes before the stream of troops ended. As soon as the last man made his way past him Gren fell in step. He was the last Alliance soldier aboard the transports. With a nod at the Cargo Master the hatch closed and the final trasnport lifted off. Blasting out of the hangar and making its way back to the fleet. An escort of E-Wings and X-wings falling in around it.

(...?) As Gren and his force moved down the corridor he could hear the sound of battle up ahead growing louder and louder. As they passed what looked like a small alcove Gren ordered the medical team and their guardians off to the side and motioned the frontrunners to move into assault formation. No need to step straight into a slaughter by being unprepared. They knew the enemy was up ahead. They knew the enemy had a great deal of firepower at their disposal judging by the amount of Alliance corpses laying about and most importantly they knew the Alliance soldiers were fighting well against the enemy judging by the amount of Arach'tar corpses laying about. Halting at a crossroads in the tunnel Gren looked foarwad. He could hear the fighting. A crescendo of death and destruction what sounded like a few hundred meters away. The screams of the dying and wounded sounding through the blaster fire. Even as the yelling of those still alive. Struggling to survive sounded. Getting on the comm Gren halted the column briefly. "Skirmishers to the Van. Bring up the heavy weapons." Changing the frequency to a high powered one that should be able to reah Captain Slaughter Gren tryed again. "Captain Slaughter this is Genral Sairdonga. Friendly forces incoming to your rear. I say again friendlies to your rear. Hold all fire to your rear!" With that Gren signalled the new formation of troops to attack. Moving forward with the front line of troops. He wouldn't stand by and watch from the rear as his men entered the slaughterhouse. He woudl stand right besides them and weather the storm. That being said Gren and the van were completely taken aback by the battle they entered as they rounded the corner and dove into the fighting. Battle had been joined.

Leaning back against the wall Gren swore quietly. They had been fighting for what seemed like hours. At times their rate of advance had been a crawl. At other times they couldn't have gone fast had they been in speeders. Either way Gren and his troops were exhausted. They pulled around into a company harbour. Having been able to merge forces some time back the company was secure as a whole entity. THe current harbour had two purposes. The firstly being rest the troops. The second was they had found Captain Slaughter's passage. It was littered with corpses and wounded. Arach'tar and Alliance. They were even now question one of them on the fighting. That and patching up the wounded. The Alliance General couldn't help but feel a bubble of sadness grow inside him. So many dead. So many wounded. The flower of the universe had fought this war. And oh how they had suffered for it. An entire generation of life wiped out. Trillions of being across the galaxy dead. All because the machines felt they were superior. And as suddenly as that bubble came it changed. Transformed into something much more base. Much more dark. Hatred. Gren hated them. The Arach'tar. The Empire. Anyone who used killing and death to achieve their goal of galactic domination. At least the Alliance fought for a better way of life. Rather then this endless killing and terror that the rest of the major factions seemed bent on. "Lt Colonel. How far away are we from Captain Slaughter's last known position?." The Commanding Officer of the Company checked his datapad and navigation tools. How accurate their information was no one knew. But like all infantry units. They did the best they could with what they had. Besides they could virtually hear the battle taking place. It couldn't be more then a few clicks away. "We should be in comlink range now Sir. Just. If the information the survivors have given me is accurate then we'll only be a click or two behind at the most." Nodding Gren signalled the Chief Medic. A stolid old Twi'lek named Vask. Just Vask. Gren had never asked why. The man was loyal to the Alliance. Hated what the Empire did and cared for all life. No matter what it was. The man appeared a few moments later. "How long till your team is done Vask? Slaughter can't be far ahead." "Less then five minutes Sir." Nodding Gren turned away. Then a thought occured to him. Would he really want medics in the middle of a battle? Not really. Most medics worked from medical stations away from the main fighting. But their was no such place here. So what to do with them? "Lt Colonel. Ready the company. We move out in two minutes. Vask. You will set up a Casevac point approximately one click from the fighting. I will leave a platoon behind to fortify your position. The rest will come with me to engage the Arach'tar and reinforce Captain Slaughter's force." A chorous of sirs met his ears. Turning away he made his way to the edge of the harbour. Standing at the leading edge he listened to the fire coming from ahead. His combat suit was covered in grime but it still protected him from the enviroment better then those poor beings in front of him. Pulling out his comlink he tried contact. "Captain Slaughter this is General Sairdonga. I have reinforcements coming in to your rear. I say again reinforcements coming in to your six." As troops began to file past Gren he stepped off. No one could ever say he didn't face the same perils as his soldiers. Lead from the rear was definitely not on his plate.

Leaning back against the wall Gren breathed hard. The atmosphere in here was hot. Despite the survival gear. He could only guess at what the poor beggars without suits on were going through. So far he and his men had evacuated a platoon plus worth. But it was not enough. Their were far more Alliance troops in this station then that. He almost found himself wishing he believed in some diety so he could pray for their safety. "Sir. Enemy activity rising. We're taking casualties but not many yet. We're holding our own. Those damned explosions seemed to have disrupted their fighting abilities as much as ours." Gren turned to the captain who had just talked to him. He couldn't see anything behind the mans faceplate but he recognised the voice. A good man. He'd fought besides Gren before. But he knew how Gren felt. Any casualties were bad. "Order anyone in contact to suppress the enemy and pull back. We do not engage until we are consolidated. If they attack it'll be in a corridor of our choosing. Not theres." Moving forward Gren inspected the corridor. It was strewn with rubble. Mostly consisting of bits and pieces of various former life forms but the bombs had done a fair amount of structural damage too. Looking at the medic he waited. Finally the man got up from where he was tending a soldier they'd found unconcious. "Dead sir. Or will be soon. Spines snapped, massive internal Hemorrhaging. Broken organs and about half a meter of steel in him. Nothing I can do about that. I'm surprised he has any life signs at all. Already administered the kill shot. Be dead in seconds if not already." Nodding sadly Gren moved to the front of the line. That was all their was to consolidation in this case. Checking the survivors found to see if they could be recovered. It was slow going. They were finding many. Few who would live. It had became apparent that the medics would have to judge on their own whether to apply a killshot. Their were many soldiers too wounded to survive. But not wounded enough to die quickly and painlessly for Gren to decide in all cases. If they could be moved they were. If not. Hiss went the needle. Signalling the advance Gren moved his column forward. Trusting to his second to make sure the main column knew they were once again on the move. If either force got engaged, the other could move in and flank them. If they both got engaged, it was simple work to withdraw and meet up. Their were some downsides to this formation but in this facility they didn't have much choice. Being part of the advance guard for the flanking force probably wasn't the best place for a General. It was in fact the highest likely place for an enemy counterattack and the first to get overrun in the even of one. But he needed to be in the thick of it. How could he look his men in the eye if he ordered them into something he would not go himself. As he walked Gren's eye unconciously saw movement. Before he had even registered it he was diving and firing. Swearing Gren concentrated on the front. The two scouts were baltting away with their rifles. Even as they did so a flash of movement showed through the fumes and shadows. "What do we got Manix!" Gren yelled out as a barrage of fire forced him to duck his head low behind a piece of what looked like a desk. Even as a trio of other troopers returned fire. "Four, possibly five crusaders. Might be more out there we haven't seen boss." Swearing Gren decided on a quick plan. Signalling to the man next to him he rolled over and around. Even as laser fire criss crossed the corridor. Looking back he saw a bipod heavy blaster being set up in what appeared to be the remains of a floor lighting emplacement. Even as he watched fire arced out from it. Sheer volume effectively suppressing the enemy. "Fire and move down the corridor. At ten meters engage with grenades! Assualt is left going down. Scouts your Center, gun is right. Assualt go." With a roar the men around Gren, him included surged up and darted three paces or so down the corridor. Bedding down amidst the myriad of rubble. Maneuvering amongst the knee high garbage strewn all over the place for fire positions. Once in place they put down fire to keep the enemy heads down. It was leap frog basically. Exhausting. Slow. Dangerous if done improperly. But trained and hardened soldiers made it an art form. Ammo discipline being the key. Raising his head and popping off three shots at what appeared to be the corpse of half a devarionian on top of a a chunk of metal. Covering two of the crusaders some hundred meters or so down the corridor Gren swore again. He hadn't wanted to engage the enemy until the two forces met up but the only linking causeway the schematics he'd managed to get his hands on was a klick down the corridor. Besides the makers of Centerpoint had made such lovely huge corridors. And the makers of the explosion had made it a virtual infantry playground as far as cover went. Why not use it?