Doran Krote

The Black Avenger touched down in a secluded landing sight. Doran exited silently, he was armed and dangerous. The Mando was running, stepping quietly while making sure not to disrupt anything. He neared his target; an Imperial garrison. He switched his jetpack on which propelled him to the top of the building. He was surprised how easy it had been so far, he grabbed a fusion cutter and sawed through the roof. As it collapsed he jumped in with blasters drawn. He turned around to see a room full of rebels with guns pointed at him, he sighed and dropped his weapons. He knew when he was beat. The room was cold, he was in his under armor. Armed guards stood beside him as he thought of escape. A man came into the room, blaster in hand. Doran was grabbed by the neck and dragged before a superior. His blood was pumping faster now, he was surrounded by his enemies with no weapons or armor. It was a sticky situation, one false move and he was a dead man. The man in front of him was speaking but was being ignored. In the blink of an eye Doran lunged forward and grabbed the blaster from a nearby rebel. He then shot forward behind the superior, grabbing him form behind before placing the blaster to the side of his head. He then escorted him out of the room, making sure his hostage was between him and the rebels at all times in case someone wanted to take a shot. He was backpedaling though the garrison, spinning every couple seconds. He was being followed but he had the lead. He found himself in a strange room, he didn't know exactly what it was for but he had a couple of ideas. As the rebels entered the room and noticed the dead commander on the ground in a pool of blood they then stared at Doran who was standing nonchalantly in front of a highly explosive tank of gas. He then dashed towards a door, he sprinted away as large explosion ensued. He had completed his mission and now all he had to do was find his armor and weapons. He strode though the halls, there were dead Imps everywhere. The stench of death was everywhere. The cold emptiness had Doran depressed almost. He found a storage room where his belongings were kept. He grabbed them, armored up and set out.

A large rock crashed into Doran's jetpack and sent him forward and before he could think another boulder was flying towards him. He hesitated for an instant, get out of the way or push it away? Ultimately he decided to push it away, he stared the rocketing boulder down, his muscles contracted as he summoned the largest blast of energy he could. The boulder slowed down slightly but was still shooting towards him. He was out of luck, the rock hit him dead on in the chest and sent him spiraling across the valley. He landed on his back before he bounced a few feet. He struggled to his feet, his helmet had fallen off and his face was bloody. The Mandolorian grabbed his helmet off the ground and limped back to his ship. As he sat down in the Black Avenger and cleaned himself up as he watched a hologram. The hologram was his mission that needed to be completed, hopefully it would be an easy one considering his condition. He set in the coordinates and closed his eyes as the ship took off.

The Black Avenger touched down outside of the Valley of the Dark lords, Doran made sure to come from an angle that he would be unnoticed. His thoughts were masked, his mind empty, completely vacant of all thoughts. Doran knew that if he thought to much that he would give himself away, he might have already done that but he went with the hope that he was unnoticed. He crept closer and closer to the Sith, as he neared he noticed a shuttle rocket away and knew it was Nokrt. He kept going though, he needed to know what the man knew about him and if the man didn't cooperate he would be "persuaded" to. When the time was right Doran activated his jetpack and propelled himself above a mess of rocks that he had been using as cover. When he landed he gestured that he was not hostile with the universal sign; his hands up in the air. "Sir, I need to know where that shuttle is going and what's pilot is going to do." Doran had let his hands rest at his sides, his eyes placed on the man's hands. Any movement and a blaster shot to the head followed, Doran's thoughts were still silent, he had chosen to concentrate on a slightly complicated breathing trick. In-out-in-in-out-in-out.

Doran received orders from high up on the Imperial ladder to retrieve someone for them, he quickly ran to his ship the Black Avenger. After punching in coordinates he went to change his armor, he didn't need the set he had on anymore and he much preferred his Mandolorian set that he made himself. He through the Imp armor onto the floor of his ship, replacing it with the slick crimson armor that felt much more familiar. It was almost like putting on his skin as he almost never took it off. Once all was set and done he went back to the pilot seat.

Antimatter mines continued to drop, slowly the space around Dantooine was beginning to clutter with them. It was taking time but soon enough it would be over, the Gladiator was performing exactly as plan. The only sounds on the bridge were either orders being shot at underlings or the clicking of control panels. Doran closed his eyes and allowed the Force to flow through him, he figured he could try to it out some more as he waited for the mines to be scattered about. A gust of energy flooded through him, with the powerful surge of the Force he felt very confident about the job he was performing. He opened his eyes and looked down on the planet, if something was going wrong he would fix it. He noticed that the last of the mines were being dropped off and that he was almost finished. He decided to check and see of everything had gone correctly with the mines. "Did everything go smoothly?" He asked a soldier at a control panel who typed in a few things and looked back up at him. "Yes, sir. The last of the mines have been dropped and everything seems to be in perfect condition." "Excellent." Doran stated before turning away from him, a grin was on his face as he took one last look at Dantooine.

The Mandolorian surveyed Dantooine, he could feel it's Force presence, or was it someone's Force presence on Dantooine? He turned back as someone addressed him, a generic plastic soldier. "Sir, everything is ready. We are waiting for you to give the order." An Imperial said to him, Doran looked at his reflection in the man's armor a little dazed. "Drop the antimatter mines now." He said, he turned to the observation window and looked back at Dantooine. The Gladiator started moving around the planet dropping mines as it did so. Krote's mind was drifting off, he wasn't sure why he even need antimatter mines in the first place but he didn't feel like questioning orders so he shrugged it off with a sigh.

DORAN KROTE'S CHARACTER SHEET Identity Real Name: Doran Krote A.K.A: Krote Homeworld: Mandolore Species: Human (Mandolorian) Physical Description Age: 24 Height: 6'2" Weight: 197lb. Hair: Brown Eyes: Green Sex: Male Equipment Clothing or Armor: Mandalorian armor, colored crimson red. He made this armor when he was a boy as in the Mandolorian culture. Weapon: A KX-80 Repeating Blaster Rifle(With a Thermal Detonator Launcher attached), 2 Power 5 heavy blaster pistols, a E-17d sniper rifle, and an assortment of grenades, explosives, and mines. Common Inventory: A Z-6 jetpack, some credits, and a com link. Faction Information Force User: Force Sensitive Alignment: Neutral Current Faction Affiliation: Empire Current Faction Rank: Enlisted History Force Side: Neutral Trained by: Norkt Trained who: None Known Skills: Marksmanship, Piloting and explosives are his forte. Background: He was raised on Mandolore and trained by his father to be a soldier. His mother died when he was young so him his father and his baby brother James were alone. His father disapeared when he was 14 so he decided to become a bounty hunter so he could support his brother who resented him for it. Ship Registration Name: Black avenger Class: Light Freighter Model: VCX-820 Manufacturer: Corellian Engineering Corporation Length: 20.2 meters Armaments: Twin heavy laser cannon turrets(2), Auto blasters(8 ), Proton Torpedo launcher(2) Armor: Military-grade shield generators Anti-Personnel Defenses: None Appearance: Painted black to camouflage it. Modifications: Comfortable seating installed.

The Gladiator came out of Hyperspace outside of Dantooine's orbit, it was still as it peered towards the lush planet. Doran walked towards the bridge of the ship as he had spent most of the hyperspace trip inspecting the mines, they were in perfect working condition which pleased teh Mandolorian. A metal door slid open as he approached it, he looked around at all of the Imperials who were busy making sure everything was ready. He went to a control panel and addressed the man who was working there. "Prepare to drop the mines." He instructed him, the man obeyed and typed in a few commands. The bridge started busting with communication as everyone prepared for the task, one mistake and everything could go wrong. Doran stood back and made sure he wasn't in anyone's way, he knew that as soon as he dropped the order to go along with the mines that his part was nearly over and he could return to Courascant for some much needed rest.

Doran let the Gorgodons get close to him, they neared and were about to pounce on their prey, that's when he jumped into the air using the Force to accompany him. He landed outside of the circle of death and pulled a blaster out, he directed at the spine of each one and in one lap of the beasts he had severed each of their spines nice and neat. He knew he probably should have helped the rest of his team out but he received a message at that moment from Norkt. "Imperials, return to base, we have been called to Coruscant by the Emperor himself. Knights you are close to the cave now get in and get out and on this ship now!" He started running, not to fast to wear him out but at a moderately fast pace. He saw a large cave approaching and knew what it was, a crystal cave. When he entered it he noticed the light coming from the crystals that were attached to the walls. He walked deeper and deeper into the cave looking for perfect crystal but couldn't find one that stuck out to him. Soon he found himself at a dead end and realized he had seen all of the crystals, he was about to turn back when he saw a small crystal that was hanging on the wall beside him, he stepped closer to examine it. IT was smooth except for one ridge that came out from the rest of it, it sparked as he touched it. He took a step back and brought his foot up and he let it drop like a hammer on the crystal. Doran picked it up and put it in a compartment on his armor. He opened a com with R5 and told him where to meet him. As he stepped into the freezing wind once more he shivered. R5 landed the Black Avenger right outside the cave and he walked on and set course for the Amaunator. He pulled it into the hangar bay and stepped out, he made his way directly for the Grand Admiral's chambers. He approached Norkt, stopped and saluted. "Sir."

((Sorry for my lack of posting, I haven't had time to post anything good and this isn't even that good. I got the okay to post the Gorgodon things.)) After watching his fellow knights make the jump he turned and started on his way, they needed to move as quickly as possible if they were to survive. The cold would kill them if they were out in it for too long and moving would keep them a little bit warmer. He kept on trekking though even if it was getting to him, he started to think back to the lightsaber instructions and where each piece went to keep his mind off of the weather. He walked into the center of an open plain, the wind picked up there and consequently so did the "snow" that was whipping at him. He heard a feint roaring sound before feeling the ground rumbling under him, he realized what was about to happen and grabbed his blaster rifle and aimed it where he thought the creatures would come from. He didn't want to take his eyes off and risk getting attack so he just yelled out. "Keep silent, these nasty buggers can't see well and rely on there hearing and sense of smell mostly." When the Gorgodons came into sight Doran picked one to take on, he ran at it to get a better aim, he made sure to stay light on his feet to prevent from slipping and to stay silent. When he got close enough he leaped over it with the help of the Force and landed behind it. He switched on his thermal detonator launcher and shot one at it, it roared in pain before turning around and charging Doran. He backpedaled but fell, the monstrous beast jumped on top of him and tried to squeeze him to death, he kicked and punched to try and escape but it was too strong and that's when the idea hit him. He kicked it again and again but using the Force almost if he was jumping, with the extra power he easily escaped. He grabbed his blaster off of the ground and jumped onto it's back, let off a few shots and jumped back off making sure to not get injured in the process. He pulled out a time bomb, he silently cat walked towards it keeping as silent as possible. His breathing was restricted so as not to let an unnecessary sound escape him and alert the creature that was trying to murder him. He stretched out his right hand at it, he concentrated a blast from it which sent the monster to the ground and a few feet back and that's when Doran acted, he ran at it disregarding his urge to keep quiet and activated the time bomb, he set it for 5 seconds. In one swift motion he shoved his arm with the bomb up the creatures rectum and dropped the bomb and then ran like hell. In a large, gory, fury explosion the Gorgodon was dead and Doran was pleased. He shook his hand that was used to "dispose" of the bomb because it smelt a little funky. Doran didn't realize that behind him another Gorgodon was lurking, angry that it's best friend was killed it leaped and pinned teh proud Mandolorian to the ground. Krote struggled but couldn't manage to hit the beast that was about to end his life. As it opened it's mouth a brown liquid leaked out onto his helmet, Doran was grateful it didn't penetrate it but when it realized that it was blinding him it used one of it's claws to bat his head which hurt his neck. The anger bubbled up inside him, he "exploded" up sending the Gorgodon up in the air, he sidestepped it as it came plummeting down. His first instinct was to shoot it's head but remembered the best way to kill it was to sever it's spine so he got to it's flank and jumped up on it, he took his gauntlet which was made of strong, resistant metal and started punching at it's spine, with each thrust he could feel it's muscles tense up and try to throw him off. He kept hitting it, each time he hit harder and harder with more and more anger. Soon he found that he was beating a dead, lifeless body and stood up. He looked at his gauntlet and noticed the blood, he couldn't believe himself. 'What have I done?' He couldn't get over the fact he didn't stop when teh monster was dead, what the Force had done to him. Did he really want it that much if it caused him to do that, to compromise his beliefs? As a Mandolorian his honor subsided and realized that if he didn't control himself he wouldn't be better than the blood thirsty Sith that he despised so much. With a sake of his head he pledged to himself that he would let his anger control him, he had to prove to himself that he was better than that. On the ledge that was surrounding the plain was a pack of Gorgadons, in his moment of weakness where he let his anger control him he didn't notice them. They moved quickly surrounding him, he knew that he wouldn't get out of the situation alone.

Doran almost shot Cathair as he drew his weapon but restrained himself as he aimed at his remote, taking an easy shot on an unarmed droid that could have been told to return to his ship. A new hate for the man grew within Doran, he had built that remote when he was a ad'ika on Mandalore and it had done more for the Mandolorian than the Imperial boy could ever do. Krote hated all Storm troopers, they thought they were soldiers but they were nothing more than over trained chakaare and if a Storm trooper went up against a Mando the outcome wouldn't be good for the Imp, he strongly wanted to drop Cathair to shut him up but decided to be the bigger man and let it go. ”œWe are here to use the Force. If you can't do this without remotes, then leave. I don't want a weak Knight on my team.”

Doran listened to Norkt's instructions and shook his head distastefully, he wasn't looking forward to searching Ilum, a giant ice ball, for crystals and the fact he had to do it with his fellow Imperial Knights only made the task worse. He put in a command into his ship to take him to the surface, as he waited to land he geared up with all of his weapons to be safe. The last thing he gathered was his helmet, he placed it on his head and securely hid his face from the rest of the Galaxy. The Black Avenger landed on a snowy stretch of land, Doran stepped out with Remote following him closely, Remote was there to help him harvest his crystal and scout for any enemies. His first step was to check for ice, once he securely placed both feet onto non-slippery ground he waited for the others to meet up with him. (This isn't one of the 5 posts, I am just trying to get us together so we can begin.)

Doran listened to the Grand Admiral, he handled the situation with the attacking force with ease which was to be expected from someone so high up in the Empire. When he was instructed he went back to his ship as he hadn't been given any quarters. Once in the Black Avenger he sat down and looked at the schematics of a lightsaber, he made sure he took note of where crucial parts went so he wouldn't have as much of a problem later one when constructing it.

Doran's assumed survival for them was mistaken as he was abruptly hit which shook his ship, he almost lost his concentration but kept a hold on it. He pulled a 180 degrees turning maneuver and let loose on the headhunter that was attacking him from behind. He grinned as he hit the fighter, it was an accomplishment even if it was the help from the Force that helped but taking out a starfighter without targeting computing is a challenge and a challenge was what Doran wanted. He didn't only want a challenge for the sake of completing it but he wanted a challenge to test his abilities and grasp how much power he had. He pulled his TIE Interceptor around and continued on through the Gauntlet. Dodging the volley of blasts aimed at him was intense, the attacks never seemed to stop and they came from almost every direction which caused the Mandolorian to flip his fighter around and to use a couple of complicated maneuvers. He was hit a few times but managed to escape most attacks and the ones that hit him would either barely hit or hit small part of the ship. His mind was racing as processed all of the images he was seeing, the movements he was making to pilot the ship and his use of the Force to hold his ship together which was made harder every time he was hit. He knew that if he was hit a couple of more times that he was done for, he would go out in a blaze of shame, his pride would be diminished by being killed by artificial intelligence. The effect of the Force was setting in, his eye lids were getting heavy and his hands and arms were getting shaky and weak. He shook his head to try to regain control over his body but it was futile, he resorted to commanding his body to be strong even if it was for a little while longer. "Stay strong, only a little bit more. Keep going..." It was almost like he was pleading with himself, he stopped for the sake of his dignity and his desire to stay sane. The farther he ventured in to the Gauntlet the more he wished he hadn't agreed to become an Imperial Knight, it was out of character for him to work with a team. He was used to working alone, he didn't have to watch out for anyone and no one watched out for him. The only reason he had agreed to become an Imperial Knight was for the sake of bettering himself, the Force was an ally and the way he saw it was after he was trained he could work for Norkt for awhile before using his new found potential to help reunite his people, the Mandolorians needed to be one again and deserved to be brought back to their former glory. Doran noticed a headhunter coming at him from his flank, he angled his ship down a bit and slammed on the brakes, as the ship flew over him he sped up and closed in on it, he barraged it with blaster bolts before completing the rest of the Gauntlet. A sigh of relief escaped him as he exited the deathtrap that almost took his life, he piloted his Interceptor back towards the Amaunator. As he pulled into the hangar he finally let go of the Force that was surrounding his ship and as he did it fell to pieces, Doran managed to jump out before it was wrecked and landed "gracefully" if it was possible for a Mandolorian to do so. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with his wrist and found his way back to the Grand Admiral's quarters and found a seat next to Cathair, he didn't say anything but nodded to the man to show he acknowledged his existence at least.

Doran was lagging slightly behind Cathair, not because he was trying to stay behind but he was trying to manipulate the Force and he didn't feel like crashing by going as fast as he could. He was trying to create a shield around his ship, he wanted security in case he was hit a bit too much and wasn't ready to rely on his flying skills. His breathing slowed down and started breathing in through his nose and out through his mouth, it was a calming technique he learned when he was younger that he felt would help him concentrate. His mind was clear and he started to will a protective bubble around his ship, for a couple of seconds at a time a slight blue field could be seen but it would soon disappear, each consecutive try it would last longer but it still was a feint shield and Doran realized that he wasn't powerful enough to create a shield that would protect him remotely so he let go of the shield and tried to see how his ally was doing and if he need any assistance. He looked at Cathair too make sure he was still alive which he was but he had decided to show off which didn't help as he was hit, Doran chuckled to himself silently as it was funny to him even though he was depending on the man for survival at that moment. Doran realized that because of his 'fancy flying' he had damaged some of his weapons so he sped up, stopping his concentration in the Force down completely as he did so. He let Cathair take the couple of Headhunters that were closing in and he decided to take on the formation that was farther down, speeding up he targeted one of them in particular by using the Force to center up the ships as much as possible, he grabbed the controls and pulled it to the side real quickly which spun the ship and he started shooting. A spiral pattern ruby red blaster bolts were sent streaking at the headhunter, as it hit the ship didn't look phased at first but a couple of seconds after it exploded in a eruption of fire. The other ships had turned on him and started firing, he had been hit a few times but turned his ship around and flew under them before turning on their flank. He reached out and grasped them with an invisible hand, with all his might he willed the ships together and when he opened his eyes he saw as they crashed, each one triggering a larger explosion. Doran maneuvered through the fighting over to Cathair, he took out a couple of ships as he did so. He knew it was better if he was flying near a friendly, they could watch each other's backs and could concentrate their fire and all around be more 'efficient'. He looked to see where he was shooting but was shocked by the sudden turbulence of his Interceptor, he looked over to see a Headhunter in his blind spot, he spun around and pulled the trigger on his laser canon, a barrage of green energy was fired at it and a ball of fire erupted and Doran pulled his ship through it to lose any ships on hsi tail. As he looked at the condition of his ship he discovered how bad of condition it was in, it would fall apart and he would be another casualty in the Empire's training program. "Not this time." He spat out angrily. His eyes were tightly shut, his breathing was at an increased pace and he was pumped up, he had his mind set on living. He fueled the Force with his rage, he made his ship stay together. His whole mindset was on creating a vacuum like affect on his ship and as he did so his ship stayed intact. After pushing the act of maintaining it to the back of his mind as an unconscious act he turned back to the battle, he was fierce. He flew directly at the remaining ships and unleashed all that he could from his laser canons making sure that he hit at much as he could before stopping, he looked over at Cathair who looked like he was taking care of business himself and grinned. They had done it, they had survived.

When Doran saw another Interceptor approach him he readied himself, he knew that Norkt would begin their training soon. When he heard the Admiral's voice he looked at the Com but noticed that it wasn't in use, he quickly questioned what he heard before it continued and explained how it was contacting him. Doran's thought drifted to that thought, a power that could let you communicate without being traced would be a powerful asset. When he was told to destroy his enemies or he would die he had the urge to turn his HUD and targeting computers back on but he pushed that urge aside and concentrated on the task at hand. Doran piloted his Interceptor towards the Gauntlet, he knew he had to be smart about approaching it and he knew he had to be objective about it, there would be no accidents as they would cost him and Cathair their lives. As he neared he noticed that he had taken the lead or more correctly he was given the lead which showed how brave his fellow Imperial Knight was, Doran also thought of the possibility that he was given the lead position so Cathair would have a heads up on the enemies and have a better chance of survival but either way he needed to be prepared. The Mandolorian searched deep within himself, he needed to find the Force if he wanted to survive. He strained his muscles trying to draw upon some mystical force, some all powerful energy that was his only hope of survival which he had no idea of what it really was or how to obtain it and if he did somehow discover how to use it how would he know to use it correctly so he didn't end up dieing in a fiery explosion? His thoughts were negative ones so he cast those aside again, his anger was bubbling to the top and he was ready to quit. 'I should have went on another pointless infiltration mission.' He thought to himself jokingly. He looked over and saw that Cathair had just knocked out a Headhunter, a slight sigh of relief escaped him as he knew that meant one less enemy. He knew he had to take out the other Headhunter that was flying directly at them. As it was about to collide with him he hit the brakes and pulled upwards, when the ship flew under him he hit the thrusts and flew towards the enemy ship and aimed a shot. He took a breath and fired a couple of times, they all missed and Doran cursed loudly in frustration. As he was cursing he realized that he needed the Force more than ever, he needed to shoot the ship and that he couldn't do it without it. His eyes narrowed as he sped up to catch the ship, as he closed in on it he relaxed his muscles and stopped straining them, he let the Force come to him instead of him trying to search for it. His thoughts slowed down until his mind was clear and ready to go, he put the ship in his sights again and shot a couple of times with his lasers, when they made contact Doran was relieved. He turned his ship around and caught up with Cathair, he made sure the Force was flowing through him easily before he ventured into the Gauntlet.

Doran stood there as Nokrt approached him, as he "choked" him Doran stood there, he accepted what the man was doing as what it was; punishment. He didn't struggle, it didn't really hurt and if it came to the point where he was going to die he would fight his way out of it but it was at most an inconvenience to him as he had been deprived of oxygen before and he knew how it felt. After begin released he went to the hangar and jumped into a TIE Interceptor as he was instructed. He hit a few switches and buttons to shut off the navi-computers and HUD, he took off and flew pointlessly so as not to stray away from the ship as he waited for Norkt to contact him and instruct him on what to do next.

Doran was slightly put off, he had never known that he could 'command' the Force as he put it. The Mandolorian took the black armor from the container and went back to his ship. Once there he took off his Mandolorian armor which had protected him from harm numerous times before and placed it in a chest that was designed for it, he then took the armor that he was given and put it on. He left all of his weapons behind except for his blaster rifle which he only decided to bring in case there was an attack of some sort. He entered the Chiss' chambers once again, this time though he was a little bit more anxious, he didn't know ho they were going to go about his training. After adjusting his armor a bit to fit more comfortably he addressed the Admirable. "I'm ready, sir."

Doran listened to the blue skinned man, the most distinctive characteristic about the Grand Admiral other than his skin was his ruby red eyes that caught his attention. He had encountered Chiss before on his travels but he had never been in a conversation with them and never noticed such features in them. He listened with interest, when he mentioned that he had to change armor he almost left right then and thee as he had grown attached to his armor, it was apart of him almost like an arm or a leg. The memory of creating his armor entered his mind, the hours of intense work to create something that would symbolize him as a man. He then looked at the armor which had emerged from the ground, he studied it for awhile noticing it's resemblance to his own armor but a different color and obviously designed differently. He nodded to the man with approval of the armor, it looked like it could protect him and it wouldn't compromise his beliefs either. He turned to face the man, his posture was straightened giving him an intimidating look even more so than his armor usually instills into people. "I would like to become an Imperial Knight but I have not been trained in the ways of the Force or have any reason to belief that I can."

Doran did as he was instructed, he landed his ship in the hangar and got out. He walked around until he found a lone trooper walking about, he approached him and asked where the Grand Admiral chambers were. He went to where he was told and entered the chamber. He walked down the bridge and saw Nokrt, he saluted and addressed him. "Sir. Doran Krote reporting for duty."

Doran stood up as he exited hyperspace and entered Cardia's orbit, he looked for the ship he was supposed to board. His mind was tired, he hadn't slept during the hyperspace jump out of fear of being attacked by pirates and the like, he knew he needed to rest though or he wouldn't be as much use in battle. He saw it and piloted his ship towards it, he started a com with it to request entrance. "This is Doran Krote of the Empire, I am requesting permission to board the Amaunator to discuss business." Doran then sat and waited for a response, he adjusted his armor as he waited out of irritation.

Doran woke up with a burning headache, he sat up from ground. Where am I? He heard beeping coming from another room, he recognized it but couldn't put his finger on it. When a remote started to hover over to him and an R5 unit rolled towards him he knew that he was in his ship but still confused on how he got there. "Hey Remote, R5. Prepare for takeoff, we've got to get straight to business." He didn't really know what he had to do but he knew he had to get to Coruscant and fast. He stood up, gathered his weapons up and found his way to the cockpit, he watched as his droids prepared the ship. He set up the navi-computer and sat down. "This is going to be fun" He stated sarcastically.

((OOC:This is legal as far as I know.)) Doran was beginning to get light headed from his finger bleeding out. He stood up a little woozily as Bale left. He knew if he passed out he was dead since he could would bleed to death or he would be poison. I'm not going to let him take me out. He decided that there was only one way out and that was his own way. He braced himself and shoved his head into the energy field, a mild shock went through him but he held it there. After a little bit he pulled it back, his face was burnt but he went at it again, this time he didn't pull it back and he lost control of his actions. He couldn't pull himself away and he painfully died. is last thoughts were of how his captures would react when they found him. <>

"Okay, if you haven't caught on yet with all the lying I have done I'll explain it. I'm not going to tell you who hired me, your going to either torture me on the hope I'll crack or you'll just kill me or you could do a mix of both, I don't care. It's your choice but I'm not going to tell you." He said, his fate was sealed but he had to much honor than to sell out the Empire.

Doran felt the pain in his hand, he tried to clench it but his restrained condition didn't allow him to. His eyes were shut from the pain, he knew that he would probably leave without any limbs because he wasn't telling that "man" anything. He always looked for the light at the end of the tunnel and was glad that he was left handed. "Okay, okay. I'll tell you the truth, Black Sun. They hired me. I don't know why but they did."He said, he was slightly blind from the blood loss. His hand was growing numb and it was cold. He wanted to apply pressure but he couldn't. He struggled with his restraints without luck. He waited to see if the man would believe him and what he would do next if he didn't.