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  1. Aidan's gut wrenched. Something was seriously wrong. He subtly checked out the front windows again, no movement. No guards on the interior, either. They'd already managed to bypass internal security systems at this point, but there was no alarm, nothing. There was no way either the bank or Sith response teams had this large of a lapse in security protocols. Which meant... "Sir, detpacks in place to blow the vault." Aidan spun, slightly startled by the man. "Good. Blow them. Let's go down and help load out the hard currency." There likely wasn't going to be a significant amount of currency in the vault, but it spent far easier and was also easier to access than anything they would manage to strip digitally. He hoped Kashi and Dengo didn't have too much of a problem bypassing what would likely be sizable digital protections, but if they managed to take the right databases intact it would mean all the difference in upcoming conflicts. A loud explosion rocked the building slightly, and as the dust cleared Aidan surveyed the inside of the vaults. Like he'd expected, not an enormous amount of currency, but enough to fill several reinforced duffel bags to the point they'd be very heavy to carry. As he finished up in the vault, the other two crewmen rejoined him, notifying him all the other explosives were in place to blow the building when they were finished. Hauling his bag up and out, he made his way to the server rooms to check on Kashi and Dengo's progress.
  2. Aidan's face paled as Kashi showed him the access card. A trace. They'd left a trace, and well before the mission was even complete. "That...was not part of the plan. While I appreciate the improvisation, it potentially compromises us. We need to accelerate things." Aidan checked his chronometer briefly before continuing, addressing the rest of their motley crew. "Kashi provided us an alternate means of ingress, though now it's a matter of time before security tightens. Someone is going to notice this missing. We need to hit them tonight, probably...an hour after they close. We can go in through the front and shut down the minimal security. From there, if we can secure the server room, maybe we'll have enough time for Dengo to crack the firewalls so we can transfer the bulk of their accounts to our blockchain ones. It would have been faster if we had the bank manager's administrator codes, but we need to work with what we've got. Dengo, can you do it?" The man scratched his chin, muttering something under his breath before giving a slow nod. "Good. All else fails, we hit them with a virus that scrambles their accounts and blow the whole building. If we can't get the funds, we at least don't want the Sith having access to them either. This bank is one of the largest financiers of the Sith Empire, and this particular one is where they back up their cloud accounts. We hit them here, and it's going to hurt. Everyone lock and load, check your mags, and load up in the trucks. We have a little under two hours to get this done. Dengo, send a message to our support fleet about the change in plans. Mask it with the carrier frequencies of the local holonet channels, I don't want anyone to have any idea it was even there in the first place until it's too late." The grizzled hacker grumbled, getting to work on his datapad while Aidan walked off to one of the trucks, trying to clear his mind for the upcoming strike. This was it, it was do or die. He had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach, but the Force would see them through. They still had far too many aces up their sleeve for this to be a suicide mission. When the time came, they moved out, parking near the bank but not conspicuously close. As one, they moved up, weapons concealed beneath worker jumpsuits. The keycard opened the main doors, but inside it was quieter than Aidan was expecting. Not even a single security guard patrolled the main lobby, something Aidan was prepared to handle quickly and quietly. "Okay. Get to it, be quick. Kashi, take Dengo and three of the men to breach the server room. You two begin setting up the demolition charges. The other eight are with me in the lobby. Don't get comfortable, I have a bad feeling about this."
  3. Aidan hesitated at the question. "That could get tricky. Almost everyone we come across won't be in the Sith military, many are just complicit contractors and the like. And most Sith aren't straight mind readers as well. If we don't give them reason to be suspicious, then they probably won't be. If confronted, act like a Sith. Get confrontational, but not violent. The Sith Empire is used to brutal efficiency, and they know if something doesn't happen that needs to, then someone's head is going to wind up on the chopping block. If they are made to think that they are interfering with something important, even if they have difficulty understanding the importance, my guess is they're likely to back off. Bluff aggressively, and as a last resort if you need to take someone out, do it quietly and don't compromise the mission." He took a long look around the shuttle's cabin, at the faces of the people he was about to lead head first into danger, and it put a pit in his stomach. He didn't relish this responsibility, but if not him, then it would simply fall to the next person. The Sith were insidious in their fear mongering and oppression, and these thoughts weren't likely the first to pop into the head of someone leading a mission like this, and they likely wouldn't be the last. "Look, I don't have any easy answers here. There's a lot of things that could go wrong. We're taking a large risk here, but if we don't take risks like these then the Sith will never be stopped. Whatever we need to do to get things done, that's what needs to happen." He called into the cockpit, raising his voice from the low tone he'd taken to speak with Kashi. "ETA to orbital traffic control?" "Two minutes, sir." Aidan turned back to Kashi, clapping him on the shoulder. "Don't worry. We're going to be fine. Better strap in for landing." Thirty minutes later, they were on the ground and unloading their cargo when the customs agent approached them. "Registration, manifest, and inventory. Now, please, I don't have all day, captain...?" Aidan put on his best sly shit eating grin, turning to meet the man. "Carson. Captain Elias Carson of the Lightspeed Delivery 2. My pilot has all that paperwork, and didn't we transmit it prior to landing?" The customs agent got a smug look on their face, never breaking the gaze with Aidan. "Yes, well, I like to personally inspect newcomers to our spaceport. Give them a bit of an...understanding over what to expect from our planet, how we do...business here." Aidan's mind raced. This was unexpected, but then again of course a Sith customs official would look to flex their power a bit. Aidan reached out through the Force in the tiniest amounts, trying to get a read on the man. He was obviously not pressed for time, but there were certainly stresses in the back of his mind, but with the Sith that was likely always the case. Their entire hierarchy was based on power manipulation and fear. But there was something else, something... "Of course. Hey, Hendricks, pop the crates for the good inspector here, eh? My bosses did fill me in a bit on how I could expect this delivery to go. You know, I've heard a bit about Serenno, but you know I never imagined it would be so lovely. You should see Coruscant, completely razed to the ground. Good thing the Sith are rebuilding it though, right? Can't really count on anyone else to do much these days." The customs agent's smile twisted into a bit of a sneer as he turned to walk with Aidan, who now worried he was making too much small talk. "Well, of course I've seen Coruscant, who hasn't. It's all most of the holonews channels really play anymore, footage of the great tragedy of the jewel of the galaxy. Needed to happen, if you ask me, many people there who deserved to get knocked off their high horses." "Of course. One of the many reasons my company even exists today, taking advantage of the upset in the previously monopolized market. You know, if you're looking for an investment in a fast-growing company, I know a guy, but uh...here we are." Aidan had deliberately led him to a specific crate, finally nailing down the man's weakness: alcohol. "My, oh my, captain Carson, thirty year Chateau Boulange?" "Yeah, supposed to be for a dignitary here or something. But...you know...I think we may have um...forgotten a few bottles back on Coruscant. You know how that happens sometimes." The customs agent's eyebrow shot up as his sneer turned into one of spite. "Captain Carson, are you attempting to...bribe me?" "I'm just looking for a smooth delivery with minimal time in port." Aidan kept his cool, locking eyes with the man once more. "A simple yes would have sufficed." After a moment, he cracked a slight grin, reaching down and taking two of the bottles. "And it's working. I think I'm going to need these for additional testing. Wouldn't want potential off-world contaminants to leak into our lovely ecosystem." Aidan winked. "Of course." "Well then. Everything seems to be in order. Enjoy your time on Serenno." Aidan stifled a large sigh of relief as best he could, slowly exhaling in a controlled fashion. But a few steps away, the customs agent turned, addressing him a final time. "If you do find your way back to Serenno, please recommend to that dignitary that some bottles of aged Hapan brandy go well with dinner. If you understand my meaning." Aidan gave the man a nod and a knowing grin, stomaching his distaste. He nodded to two of the crewmen, who went to procure hovertruck rentals. They were in. Their fake credentials and showmanship had gotten them this far, but it was likely going to be a very different story when it came to the bank.
  4. Aidan opened his eyes, ending the meditation. Checking the chronometer, he saw it was just about time to get things started. He texted a quick goodbye and thanks to Sandy before shutting off the comlink as well, making his way to the main cabin of the civilian shuttle and sounding all hands on deck. When everyone was assembled, he began his briefing. "The plan here is to pose as a delivery agency. We're a newer company, having just set up shop on Coruscant. Our IDs should get us past customs, and if Crewman Hanzer did his job right, then our disassembled weapons should pass right through undetected. They'll be disguised as parts of the specialized shipping containers, and we can reassemble them for the hit. As for scouting out the bank, I want Kashi and Rush to pose as an electrical work team, there to survey for a security upgrade. Interact with the staff as minimally as possible, if confronted, take a comm call and claim your boss is calling you and exfil as fast as possible. The goal is just to get the lay of the land, we have enough firepower among us including myself and Kashi to improvise on the fly if needed. Meanwhile Nadil and I will procure ourselves a maintenance hovertruck. "We should hit the bank immediately after it opens the next day. Security should be minimal, as will potential civilian casualties. Simultaneously, Grandmaster Adenna's fleet should pop into near orbit and start harassing the local security forces, pulling some heat off our backs as we exfil. Getting out could be tricky, but if all the attention is directed at the Grandmaster's warships we should be able to slip to hyperspace and meet her ships at the rendezvous point. If Lieutenant Foran is as good a pilot as she claims, we should all be home safe and sound in seventy two hours, toasting to our success. Remember, calm and smooth. Nobody is expecting us, don't give them reason to. Let's get this done." Aidan nodded to Foran, who returned the nod and went back to the helm, plotting their course to Serenno. Now all they had to do was not screw things up.
  5. But does not the darkside always bring with it death and suffering? It was a thought that made Aidan question what he saw, but all he got back in return from the Force was a confusing sequence of imagery that he couldn't make heads or tails of. The end result didn't change his preconceptions of things, instead came another small realization that he didn't know how the Force worked concretely; perhaps nobody could truly know the full depths of the Force. It comforted him, but at the same time saddened him, as while perfection could never be achieved, neither did he need to stress over ascertaining knowledge that wasn't meant for him to comprehend. Now you must let go of your attachments to embrace the force He was anchored in his attachments, though. They helped to keep him stable, to correct him when he strayed too far from his path. He'd just had a grand realization that he was seriously attached to Sandy, and now he was expected to give that up? It was a harsh truth for him, one that for a while he was uncomfortable facing. Sandy seemed to grasp the concept behind this final step far easier than he was willing to, and he took from her understanding the seeds to grow his own. Attachments were not good or bad, but without the willingness to accept their loss if or when it came the loss itself could become devastating. While a pliable reed bends in the current, a brittle reed breaks and dies. He didn't want to accept this, despite being confronted by the truth of it. It felt like throwing away something valuable he'd just gained, but in the same breath rejecting it. He only hoped that Sandy could understand as well, and wouldn't hold it against him. Perhaps this was why his father was so seemingly aloof all the time, he understood that worldly attachment to even family wasn't always healthy. But Aidan also knew that Aryian had missed the mark too far in the other direction, not allowing himself time to cherish and comfort his family when they'd needed him most. It was not a mistake Aidan intended to repeat. Slowly, he conjured up images of Sandy, some of divine beauty, others images of her lying dead on some forgotten battlefield. His emotions swelled one final time before he let them sink beneath the waves. The waters calmed as he did so, turning into a mirror-slick that stretched to eternity. This was the truth the Force offered: not any universal answer that made sense, but a truth found within one's self. A greater sense of one's place in the galaxy, and a better understanding of those who lived in it. This was not the end, it was merely another step in his journey that would last his entire life. The destination was never the point, it was the journey itself that meaning was found in. He reached out, brushing Sandy's thoughts, thanking her. This was something he'd needed for a long time. For what felt like hours, he stayed, wanting to be near her, but time was something nobody could escape. Eventually, much more calmly, he relaxed his hold on the Force, ending the meditation.
  6. Illusion prevents us from true insight. A humble reflection will always find the illusion. Humility and Illusion. Aidan was certainly not the most humble of people, but how could it illusion him to the truth? He spent several moments examining, reflecting, bringing peace to the image he had of himself. Eventually, the Force began to coalesce in front of him, showing him two reflections of himself. The first was the Aidan he sought to become, a decorated master of the Imperial Knights, armor shining white for all to see. But this Aidan burned with a dark fire from within, and eventually was consumed by it. The second Aidan was clad in the robes of a Jedi Master, though he got the distinct feeling that this version of himself would never see the leadership within the Jedi Council. This version of himself was more at peace, but had long ago given up his lofty aspirations. And then, the two images floated together, combining, along with many others that manifested and merged within the blink of an eye, some versions where he was a Sith, others where he took a naturalistic path, all potentialities and walks. What resulted was something he didn't recognize, despite it looking exactly like he was now. The image shifted one final time into a haze of smoky blackness and misty light, taking the form of two koi that swam slow circles around him. The first was a white koi with black markings, the second a black koi with white, mirror images of each other. The realization hit him like a ton of bricks. There were no sides to the Force. Those who could sense it and interact with it and make use of its gifts chose their own destinies, their own fates. They made manifest the darkness and the light, not the other way around. While there was always hope for redemption for even the blackest of souls, the purest were likewise not without their sin. There was still peace to be found in both, as a darksider did not necessarily have to choose to harm others to attain their selfish goals, just like a lightsider could potentially justify collateral damage in times of war for the supposed greater good. True peace came from within, but it did not preclude the connection the Force granted between all things, living and nonliving. The universe lived and breathed, and they were all just a small part of it. As the illusion faded from what he thought he knew, he was bolstered, reinforced by the Force itself, lifted by the currents. In this moment, his calm came from the fact that it was the only sane way to feel, anything else was merely self-inflicted pain. He was ready for the final step. Or so he thought.
  7. Lies and deception banish away the truth. Tiny lies we tell ourselves slowly erode our truth. Lies...we tell ourselves? Aidan was dumbfounded by how to approach this one. A storm began to boil in the distance, barely noticeable to the Knight. If he told himself a lie, he would know it. If someone else told him a lie, he might not. How was this a problem? He had no disillusions over who or what he was, he was an Imperial Knight, sworn into Queen Raven's service and bound to keep the darkness at bay. These were choices he'd made. He was ready to move on. But there was no reply from Sandy, there was no calm reassurance. The storm clouds grew darker, taller, moving in. After a few moments, he was confused, and mildly frustrated. His grip on the Force loosened, and he began to fall lower into the ocean. Frustration gave way to a low panic when still he heard nothing from Sandy, his head began slipping beneath the waves that rolled in from the storm front approaching him. What is it? My father? Is that the lynchpin? He began searching inside of himself, digging through memories as the storm approached, when he remembered why he had joined the Knights in the first place: to do what his father couldn't. He hadn't made the choice because it was what he wanted to do, he'd done it out of some misguided sense to avoid what he was told was his destiny. He hated the idea of fate, that someone or something else dictated where he went and how he acted, and in lying to himself by deliberately avoiding fate he was denying himself freedom from it. Fate was just an idea, a concept, and while the Force granted visions of the future, the future was also always in motion until it became the present, and then the past. He slowly began to find traction in the waters, his legs treading him upwards more easily, and the waves stopped washing over his face as dramatically. But still, the storm came. The waves grew, and once more Aidan began to panic. It was impossibly difficult to see through a lie one told to one's self unless confronted with it directly, and he began to worry that this would have drastic consequences if he were unable to continue. Peals of thunder and flashes of lightning cracked through the air, and Aidan was once more swept beneath the waves. In a last ditch effort he reached out, attempting to pierce the veil, attempting to find solace in the one person who could help him right now. Sandy. Sandy! SANDY! Sandy. Lightning struck him, but it did not hurt. It was the harsh realization of what he'd known to be true, but buried because of dogma and ceremony. It was forbidden, many among the order had said before, and yet it was also not. The Jedi had long treated romantic attachment between people as something to be shunned or prevented, but the reality was many prominent masters had lovers, his own parents being a prime example. It wasn't that the relationship itself was forbidden, rather that it was a gateway to strong emotions that could easily lead to darkness. He cared for her. Deeply. More deeply than anyone else he'd ever cared about. When he was down, she was there for him, when he fell she helped to pick him back up. The seas began to calm, the weather softly clearing as thunder echoed in the distance, moving away. Perhaps it was time he embraced that he had these feelings for her, and discuss them at a later point. Weakly, timidly, he reached out, fearful that she was still no longer there, that by some trick of the Force they had been cut off from each other. Instead, he felt her presence once more, and knew she bore witness to his ordeal. They would discuss things in due time, but...each now knew. It was a beginning. After a moment's pause, he signalled her to continue.
  8. Grief distracts us from the path of the light. Aidan had only experienced true grief only once, when he learned of Kirlocca's death. The old wookiee had been there like a father for him for much of his childhood, he and Holden were some of the only true family Aidan felt he had growing up. While his mother and father visited him between their jaunts across the stars, the latter far more sparingly, it was always Kirlocca who comforted him, answered his questions growing up, and provided him a home. And now, that home was gone. Aidan never had a place he thought of as home, but being with the Wookiee always calmed him. In his meditation, he could feel the tears fall from his eyes, causing ripples in the vast ocean of the Force. But ripples built into typhoons, and could cause more damage to the self and others if left unchecked. He grieved, having finally confronted that grief, and let it pour from him like a small waterfall into its reflecting pool. But that waterfall would run dry, and the pool would once again become calm. He had so much more to still look forward to, if he allowed grief to overwhelm him he would become trapped by it, and his future held much more in store than to be stopped by inevitable loss. We must accept the grief when it comes to us, to feel it, but not let it consume us. Aidan slowly focused on his own breathing, allowing himself to regain his tranquility. It became easier with each step, like shedding worn chains that he had the keys to, but never the courage to use them. He was ready once more to move on, but could not have prepared himself for what awaited him in the final steps of the meditation.
  9. Shame destroys the will and keeps us from our growth. He didn’t relish the thought of confronting his shame. He’d had a bit of a troubled childhood, having resented his parents, especially his father, and subsequently running away from home as soon as he was old enough to stow away and work the space lanes. That life had been no easier for him, often having to scrounge and steal food. It wasn’t the best choice he’d made in his life, but the biggest regret was not forgiving his father until it was too late. It was easier to forgive his mother and even his grandmother who had watched him from afar, they still drew breath. And he had forgiven his father, but was ashamed that he’d not done so while Aryian was alive. For a brief moment, he thought he felt...something...another presence near him other than Sandy. It softly touched his hand, helping him do what he needed to. The past was immutable, forever gone, and he needed to forgive himself for this. The future was his chance to make things right, to put a net positive into the galaxy that had wronged him. Like sea kelp untangling from his feet, his shame left him, and he felt more buoyant in the currents of the Force. For a moment, he let the tides carry him, relishing in simply existing. This was the purpose of existence, to observe, to live. There was no rhyme or reason, and there didn’t have to be. He was his own rock, his own foundation, his own captain at the helm of all his choices yet to come, and they would define him, not his past. Sandy would feel his tranquility begin to blossom as the meditations allowed him to clear himself of years of emotional baggage. When she was ready to move on, he was too.
  10. Guilt, however righteous, is death to joy Aidan watched as Sandy confronted her own past, acknowledged it, accepted it, and finally released it. He could tell this one was especially hard for her, something that had worn on her a long time. You must confront that action, reveal it, and it will hold no power to poison your joy. What did he have to feel guilty for? Plenty. He was weaponized by the Imperial Knights, turned into an instrument of war out of necessity, unleashed on those far less capable than he. On Kashyyyk he had fallen to his dark impulses against his will, going on a berserker rampage that ended so many lives it made his head swim as he relived the moment. It wasn’t the first time. He’d slain many Trandoshan where they stood, simply because he disagreed with what they were doing, their culture. They had inflicted pain on others, but nobody was above redemption. He gave no choice, no quarter. He was an instrument of death. No...that was a choice. His choice to make. A choice he would choose in the future, regardless of his orders. Much of the peace in the galaxy came from what people made for themselves, and the Jedi had a unique opportunity to spread it to many more people other than themselves, to share the gift of tranquility. Others could still choose violence, but it was a tool of last resort, not a priority at the first sign of trouble. Aidan released these burdens, letting them sink into the swells of the Force, and he felt the calming waves wash over him, refreshing and reinforcing him. He was ready to move on.
  11. A white void, perfectly lit. It was reminiscent of where Aidan used to go in his mind’s eye when he meditated, clearing his thoughts and emotions. Normally he would focus on something in particular, like a tree or a small brook, but this time it was...different. More real. This wasn’t his mind’s eye, it was a location, concrete and finite, and at the same time...not. After a while, he felt Sandy’s soft presence in the Force, far away yet still seemingly next to him. A slight surge of emotion rushed through him, but he managed to quell it before it disrupted his focus. He was here for a purpose, a reason. She had the tools, would be his guide, he simply needed to be there. For her, for himself, for everyone he cared about. The only option he had was to continue on the path he’d set himself on, to further his training. The answers lay somewhere in the Force, he just had to find them. What flashed before him next was difficult to witness, but the scenes all shared the same theme, which was confirmed when she finally reached out a little further, breaking the veil just enough to implant a clear thought in his head: find your fear, Aidan, and I will show you mine. What did he fear? Plenty. The Sith, the dark side, failure...but at the center of it all was the young Imperial Knight himself. He couldn’t forgive himself if his actions hurt the ones he cared for. Briefly a vision flashed before him, vivid as a lucid dream: standing over Sandy as she clutched her wounds, a red saber in his hands. He violently jerked back from the vision, but like a strong wave, the Force swelled, keeping him where he was. It is impossible to confront and overcome fears without exposing them. Once they are before us, we can let them go. It wasn’t the Force, it was her. She was here, reinforcing him, steadying him. He could do this, he just needed to push through. It was a pain that struck hardest in his heart, his emotions rebelling against his control, but he held fast. He feared most what he could become. Despite all the training the Jedi could offer, all the discipline of the most pious of Imperial Knights, he still feared himself. He knew that he would do his best to prevent that from ever happening, but fate was a fickle mistress. After a long moment of staring his fear in the face, he allowed it to fade. He needed to trust in the Force, trust in those he cared about. He was not an island, and many cared about him like he cared for them. He trusted Sandy. Like a soft ocean breeze, the scene slowly dissolved into mist, and then nothingness. It was not the end, but he knew now that worrying about it only hurt himself. What would be, would be. Moving forward was the only answer. Softly he reached back, signalling he was ready to move on.
  12. The small transport carrying Aidan, Kashi, and the rest of the strike force began its long journey through hyperspace to the planet of Serenno. In the back of its cargo hold, Aidan Darkfire began a long meditation with a comlink by his side, focusing his consciousness inward, allowing the Force to flow through him. It came to him first as a trickling stream, but as he relaxed and allowed the sensation to occur more naturally it slowly became a large river connecting him to everything else in the galaxy. He could feel the ship, its crew, the strong presence of Kashi, and beyond...a vast ocean of stars and life that clung to existence. It was one mind he sought, though, one among the trillions and trillions. The Force normally didn't work like that, especially with someone who wasn't a seasoned master. But here, now, he simply held hope, and trusted in the Force. After a long while, he found her. ((Continued in the Dejarik Board, we will try to keep this quick))
  13. Aidan met the team exactly when he intended to, and with a final inventory and preflight check they were on their way. For a long time, Aidan was silent, distracted. Until they jumped to hyperspace he found his gaze transfixed on Nar Shaddaa, an unshakable feeling of leaving the most important things to him behind. It wasn't a familiar feeling, but rather than turning to introspection to examine why, he simply allowed himself to be lost in the moment. Though it lasted a while, to him it wasn't nearly long enough, despite the clear knowledge that it would be over before he knew it. As stars slipped to starlines, he notified the crew that he would be meditating, and that a briefing would convene an hour prior to exiting hyperspace. Before retiring to the rear of the cargo bay, he put one crewman to task, modifying several shipping containers to hide their disassembled weapons as common looking parts. Lightsabers would become cooling tubes, blasters would become various other parts and accessories. Power packs would power actual cooling units and energized locks.
  14. Aidan let out a nervous chuckle. "Well, all things considered, I feel like my own recent rank was earned a battlefield promotion of necessity. That being said, I understand the constraints and demands of this mission. If I'm taking point on the ground game here, we must be hurting for good leaders." He meant it as wry humor, but there was also a slight undertone of the stark reality of the situation. Aidan was clearly nervous over being given his own command, but after a brief pause he rallied himself and his confidence. "Grandmaster, I have no further questions. I have a few ideas as to how to breach customs and accomplish objectives, but those can wait for a small briefing in hyperspace enroute to Serenno. And, Kashi, was it? If you're anything like the other Jedi I've worked with, I have no doubt you'll handle yourself just fine. Regardless of the risks here, we can't afford to not take risks anymore, the Sith have too large a stranglehold on critical nerve clusters of Galactic commerce and culture. Still...I promise I'm going to do my best here to make sure we all make it home alive." Aidan bowed deeply in sincere reverence to the Grandmaster. "If that will be all, I need to gather my things and prepare. I will meet the team at the transport in one hour." The young Imperial Knight excused himself, making his way back to his quarters. While he didn't have time to meet with Sandy, he did send her a message.
  15. Aidan took the Brazen's hand, giving it a firm shake, not sure at first why introductions were necessary. "Uh...Aidan. Nice to meet you." And then the Grandmaster summoned them into the briefing room together, and it all made much more sense. The briefing itself was highly intriguing, as this missions was to be the first time Aidan felt he was finally going to hit the Sith where it hurt. It was a long time coming, too. As the time came for questions, Aidan quickly piped up. "Are we going to have to improvise customs, or do we have backup plans like cargo smuggling crates? Maybe a bribe for a customs agent? Worse comes to worse I suppose we could impersonate some Sith, but I'd rather it didn't come down to that." He felt it was a valid concern, as it was a choke point that could cause the whole plan to crumble before it got off the ground. If the fleet arrived and the goal wasn't accomplished, it could easily mean a lot of lives lost over nothing.
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