Trith

(( I am having extreme and severe techincal issues with my computer worthess wireless broadband sharing Im at work right now, in danger of getting yelled at Just drag Trith along and I will work on getting a more reliable connection. Please bear with me.)) *Trith meets back up with the main group and engages any hostiles they encounter.*

Trith burst back into consiousness, Her hands grappling for anything to kill with. Finally she felt the cold steel of her neutered E-11. Not her first choice. She rolled and came up to a crouch, the rifle shouldered and her finger ready to press the trigger at a millisecond's notice. She saw Jrosk execute a man and immediately realized that they had moved on to a further stage of training. The Blastech E-11 was not going to cut it. She had to find better weapons... Luckily, A crate had been dropped, she dug her weapons out and strapped them on. She pulled an HK and her vibrosword. Her back to the wall, She had full view of anything that might come toward them. "I'm up. Who's ready for some gore?" With that she vanished into an alley, The others knew she would keep in contact over the comm. She had hunting to do. After wandering extensively She heard something. She dropped to a crouch and silently advanced. She saw a young man scrambling over a pile of rubble. Staying in the shadows, she closed the distance. She pulled a cylinder from a holster on her side and screwed it on the barrel. The newly suppressed weapon leveled at the man who was struggling to the top of the pile. She ligtly squoze the trigger. The slide of the weapon snapped and a thunk could be heard as the .45 slug impacted the prisoner on the base of the neck, severing the spinal cord from the skull, and rearranging the medulla. The body pitched foreward and rolled down the pile of rubble, Leaving a trail of brain matter and blood. The man was dead before he felt a thing, which to Trith seemed like a terrible waste, but it was silent and efficient. She safed the pistol and continued stalking the perimiter of their little camp.

As the hiss of compressing hydraulic fluid reached her ears, Trith Dropped and rolled behind cover. The door was opening. Suddenly two screaming sentients burst from the door firing their blasters haphazardly, Trith mentally sighed as she sqeezed the trigger on her E-11, Her precise fire successfully held back the onslaught of her deranged 'enemies'. Suddenly her vision filled with blue light as a stun bolt impacted right beside her head, The energy dissipating harmlessly through the dense metal that was covering her. She Rolled over to see a droid firing in her direction. Her blood surged with nanites, amplifying her nerve signals, increasing her reaction speed and muscle control far beyond that of any natural being. She was on her feet and sprinting forward with inhuman speed, avoiding the stun bolts as they scorched the air around her. She caught the droid's arm and wrenched it around, pointing the mussle of the blaster away from herself, while at the same time holding the metal mass in front of her, covering her from the two red team members in the doorway, who could not advance for fear of being hit by her teammates as they covered her. Trith willed nanites to her fingertips and then through the droid's power and mechanical brain. The thousands if microscopic robots quickly got to their task of reprogramming the larger mechanical device, successfully convincing it to attack the red team. She fell back to a crouch behind her teammates. She noticed flashbangs hanging from Sario's belt.... Trith reached foreward and yanked one off, pulled the pin and hurtled it toward the doorway where it clattered to a halt. She closed her eyes and ducked her head as the canister exploded, Bathing the dimly lit facility in a blast that seemed many times brighter than the sun. The soundwaves impacted her ears, leaving them ringing, she could only imagine what Jrosk and Gatoh were going through, as they had been scarcely two yards from the blast. "Let's MOVE IN" Her team bolted foreward, their blasters blazing blue light as they closed the distance to the doorway. Trith took a kneeling position just outside the door, utilizing the wall for cover. Her newly aquired droid marched into the room and sprayed it down, keeping her 'enemies' down, although they were probably not in the mood to fight any longer. Trith commed her squadmates... "Don't stun them just yet, but if they make any hostile action, give them one right in the head, we still have one more in here somewhere..."

Trith scowled at her companions And whispered. "We will never kill our enemies by defensive action! Offense keeps THEM on the defensive, drawing back, Too busy to effectively mount a counter attack! We must get inside their perimiter and hunt them down." The woman kicked open the door to the building and rushed inside, without word to her companions. If they were smart they would follow her example. She entered and found several damaged computer and droid components. She kicked around before locating a droid terminal. She yanked the panel out and stripped it to bare wires dispite the sparking and shorting. She yanked her repulsorpack off and removed the protective covering. After toying with it for a while, She got the battery to hold a charge and replaced the pack's cover. while she motioned her counterparts to do the same. When all three repulsorpacks were recharged, Trith turned to Lord Kelvin. Your helmet can trace heat signatures. You will take lead. We are going above the facility, when you locate the hostiles, Comm me, we will converge directly above their location and land on the roof, thereby avoiding any traps or perimiter defense they may or may not have set up. When we touch down on the building, we will sweep it, top down. Remember these instructions, DO NOT under any circumstances stop moving. DO NOT barge through doors, open or closed, without an entrance plan. When you enter, immediately sidestep and get low, with your back to the wall. Keep moving, watch entrances, and keep as quiet as possible. Be ready for anything. Blue team strapped on their repulsorpacks and lept into the air, concealed by the nearly complete darkness. As the pack jerked her into the air, she thought of her weapons back at the base, how much she would rather have had them, but alas, Slicer could not have his squad killing each other. She clutched the neutered E-11 in her right hand, anticipating.

((Alright, Blue team, you should have PMs in your inbox, please check it before posting.)) Trith's stomach lurched as she fell from the shuttle. She thought over her mission as the surface grew nearer and nearer, Finally, she fired the repulsor pack and landed lightly on the ground. Dropping into a crouch, she shouldered the E-11 rifle and stepped behind cover. She pulled her hair up, and as she did so, noted that the chunk Jrosk had yanked out was now only about a couple inches shorter than the rest, and didn't fit very well, so she left it loose as she tied the remainder behind her head. She again brought the blaster to shoulder and brought the sights into alignment. She didn't want to give her position away yet so she sat tight, her finger stroking the trigger guard, her honed reflexes poised to fire at the first indication that the target was hostile.

Trith swore as the datapad exploded in her hand. She could do nothing about it however, so she turned on her heel and strode briskly to her quarters. She located the weights and strapped them on. They were slightly awkward at first, but after her body was used to it, she barely noted their exsistance. She dove into the pool, swimming was somewhat of a nusance at first, but after getting out of the pool 25 times she was used to the extra weight. Trith headed for her training room, where a single stormtrooper waited. He advanced quickly upon her as she entered, she seized his wrist and twisted it, locking his arm behind him. She swiftly kicked his knee and he pitched forward to his knees. Her foot again met plasteel as she kicked him in the back of the head, sending him crashing into the wall, out cold. She shook her head. This training was way to simple. She exited. As trith stepped into a simulation room, holograms lit up. She pulled a weapon off a wall rack and fired at holographic targets on the far end of the room, nailing them with practiced accuracy after fragging all of the progressivly difficult targets, she returned to her quarters and retrieved all of her gear and began familiarizing herself with the rest of the facility.

Trith didn't think much of being called a 'trainee' but made her way to the courtyard. Chances were she already knew much of what the 'training' would go over, but a refresher course would do no harm. She glanced around the courtyard, evaluating each trainee. Jrosk, The Trandoshan that had proven to be the first individual in a long while that had put up a decent fight. He looked healed, but she could see his anger boiling over being bested. She was disappointed he took his beating personally rather than an experience to learn from. Lord Kelvin, The armored man that had shown up near the end of the other two's training bout. She didn't have much interaction with him, but she had a feeling he would prove an asset to their alliance. A woman she didnt recognize stood to the side of the courtyard looked to have a good potential. They would make a good team if they didn't kill each other first.

"You did quite a number on him Trith." "The fool got what he asked for, nothing more. What is your name and rank?

"You are a coward, Trandoshan. You are scared of what people will think of you. You go to extreme lenghs to prove yourself... You have nothing to prove to me. Yet you proceed, and you succeed only in making yourself look foolish. Learn this lesson... There are times when alternative methods of victory must be adopted." Dispite excruciating pain, With a single graceful movement, Trith yanked the knife from her arm with her other, which was more or less healed, and let it fly. The steel had scarcely left her fingers when she drew two more and let them fly, the first sank deep into his left shoulder seizing up the joint. The next two stuck scarcely an inch apart in the 'doshan's center mass, slicing tendons and pectoral muscle, rendering his right arm immobile. She closed the distance to him in a quick step and leapt into the air and brought the much larger creature down with a hard spinning kick to is injured face. As he landed on his back, Trith dropped to a crouch beside him, bringing her arm down hard on the reptile's ribcage, her superior strength cracking bone. She gripped his neck and hauled him to his feet with a quick jerk. WIth a swift kick to the midsection she sent him flying into the durasteel wall. Again crunching could be heard as she closed on him. She knelt on one knee and stared intently into his eyes. She again hauled him to his feet and socked him hard in the ribs, bouncing him off the wall again. "You are strong, but your strenth is unharnassed. You have spirit. Don't tempt me to break it." Trith turned to the man (Lord Kelvin) in the doorway. "Get this lizard to a bacta tank." She probed the throwing knife wound with her fingers, assessing its damage, and willed nanites to take care of it, as well as her bald patch. ____________________________________________ Suddenly a comm came over her comlink, on one of the newer Imperial frequencies. "Shooting Star requesting permission to land. I've been sent here by a recruiter on Tattooine." "Permission granted Shooting Star. Proceed."

Having the ability to breath taken away was not something Trith was crazy about. After a moment of hanging, she grasped his wrist with an iron grip, applying inhuman strengh and nearly cracking bone. She pulled it toward her and twisted, breaking free of one of the trandoshan's hands. She quickly planted a foot in his groin, shortly after, the other foot impacted his midsection, breaking the other arm's choke hold. She shuddered as air rushed into her lungs and her rage ignited. Healing her arm had reduced the nanite's ability to amplify nerve signals, slowing her reflexes and reducing her strength just enough for the overgrown lizard to knock her sword free and get a hold. She had to keep him away long enough for the healing process to complete. She jerked a force whip out and as thumbed the switch, a powerful electric current sparked to life around the whip. She struck the Trandoshan hard across the chest, the powerful current passing through his body with a jolt and leaving a scorched line across his scales. She cracked the whip, and white energy sparked. She sidestepped as he lashed toward her and brought the whip's hilt down hard on the back of his head as she brought her knee into his midsection, driving the air from his lungs. As he fell toward the ground, Trith drove the whip's hot end into his back, sending enough power through him to knock out a wookee, unfortunately, The Trandoshan's scales significantly reduced the power to a few second stun. She tossed the whip and pulled her second, shorter katana from its holster and slashed with a practiced precision and removed several scales from the left side of his face. "Why don't you quit while you're ahead, 'doshan" With that, Trith drew back and slapped the bare skin with the side of the sword's blade, leaving a huge bruise. She sheathed the sword and stepped away from him. She waited to see if the alien was wise. To see his courage or his cowardice, recklessness or discipline.

Trith stayed her blade as she sized up the Trandoshan. The dim light glimmered slightly on his exposed scales and claws. With a smirk, she nodded toward him, silently accepting his challange and wasted no time in advancing. She came in from a high guard position, sweeping the gleaming blade toward the 'doshan's face. As their cold steel met with a loud clang, Trith twisted sideways, keeping pressure on his blade and bringing her elbow into his rock hard torso. The reptile's claws nearly met her flesh as she ducked under his massive arm so that she stood behind him. Her boot met the back of his knee as her fist impacted squarely on his backbone, sending him pitching forward several yards and into a wall. As he lept to his feet, she drew her firearm, racked the slide on the SOCOM and leveled the weapon on him. "Bang" She whispered with a wry smile. She safed and holstered the gun and made ready her sword. She closed on the reptile a second time. As his sword slashed violently toward her, she parried and again twisted inside his weapons. She grasped his sword hand and yanked it down as the hilt of her own met his midsection with enough force to lift him from his legs. his free hand slashed toward her, slicing her arm severely. She cursed and dumped the huge lizard on his head as she stepped back. Nanites rushed to the site of the wound and began reconstructing lacerated tissue. Trith's good arm swept over her thigh and cocked back, a throwing knife glinting in her fingers as her sword clattered to the floor. The blood flow from her had slowed from a spray to a trickle and was already sealed off, and the tendons and muscles were mending. "Very good. Try again." She lowered the knife and retrieved her sword, raising it with her good arm in a good defensive position.

The craft burst into view from the depths of space. Trith's ship erupted from the holding bay and rocketed toward Selvaris. She popped the airlock and exited the ship. A message over her comlink notified her of several Imperial ships. She entered the facility and began searching for occupants. The occasional peon crossed her path, but nobody of consequence. She found a training room and began practicing painstakingly choreographed workout with her vibrosword as she waited for contact from somebody worth her time.

Trith's Corvette emerged from hyperspace and calibrated it's navicomp. Shortly thereafter it vanished into space once more.

Trith took the datapad and turned sharply on her heel and strode toward the door. Her cloak flowed with her brisk strides, unveiling her gleaming armor and weapons. Her escorts immediately fell back into position as she exited the building. As she initiated her TIE's systems, she commed up to her ship -via an encrypted channel- the coordinates for Selvaris and programmed an untraceable set of hyperspace jumps. As her TIE docked, The Corvette vanished into the depths of space, leaving Tattoine suspended in space by its twin sun's gravity.

An old battered Corvette emerges from the depths of space in a flash. Shortly thereafter, A single TIE advanced accompanied by two dropships leave the larger cruiser and decend upon the mos eisley spaceport. The dust on the landing patform swirled and floated to the ground as Trith shut down the craft and pulled herself from the cockpit of the TIE. She lept to the dusty ground, her polished black boots meeting the ground with a loud thump. Her elite escort formed behind her as left the docking bay and strode quickly through the streets. She didn't need the escort, their presence merely accentuated her own. As she entered the cantina, a tough bouncer challenged her. Cold steel glinted in her palm and with a flick of her wrist, and disturbing precision, a knife appeared sticking from the man's throat and sucking noises commenced. Trith's stride never broke, her eyes never flicked back to the writhing corpse to the side of the door. Trith surveyed the bar from a corner. She immediately picked out a few men who obviously were recruiters. She shook her head once and approached one of them. She didn't bother with introductions or other petty formalities. If this maggot didn't know her, He would soon be a dead maggot. His eyes met hers, He could read nothing in the icy depths. She spoke, Her voice even, smooth, and as cold as her gaze. "Where are you stationed. My personal affairs are contained for now."

*The SEED fleet converged around the Kraken, as well as the ship they sought.* "We do not appreciate active grav-wells in our vicinity. The fool you are looking for is in the system, and you will have our assistance in destroying or capturing him. Get those out of here. *Noticing that Jak had gone, SEED agents scour the city and find the ship's docking bay, empty.* *Trith was suprised at hearing Geki's name.* "Geki. This is unexpected." *Trith backhanded Spyda Loc, and grasped his throat in her powerful hand and lifted him high in the air while she drew her sword. She quickly dropped him back to the ground and drove her foot into the man's knee, shattering it backwards with a loud crack that resonded through the bar. She held the humming blade near the man's throat, ready to open it with a gaping cut from ear to ear.* "Geki is a personal friend and ally of mine. I will not tolerate such behavior from you." *Having thought a moment, Trith decided that there was a possibility that this man was not Jidai Geki, and perhaps the fool was mistaken. If this were the case, he would be executed for two reasons, The first, insulting Geki, and secondly, mistaking the identity in the in the first place.* "Is this fool correct? Are you in fact Jidai Geki?"

*The scruffed up SEED fleet, emerges from the depths of hyperspace about the planet. A single shuttle disembarks from the flagship and descends upon Mos Eisly. Elite guards file down the ramp, standing at attention on eather side, while Trith heads down, a her cloak sinched at the chest, concealing her armor. She threw the hood from her head as she entered the bar. Seeing a figure with a lightsaber, the troops quickly dropped into a defensive stance and trained their weapons on the two.* 'A touching sentiment. Pity I cannot guarantee the same for you. 'State your business here, or I'll put this through your face *Trith waved off her guards and placed her hand on her vibrosword as she strode foreward. * 'Violence in this cantina is...not entirely frowned upon, but of what nature is this dispute that it demands the use of lightsabers?'

*Trith stood by as the heavy, riddled armor is burned from Remant'e with blow torches. The Superheated metal cooked the man's flesh as it was cut away. Finally, Remant'e was free of the armor and lines of charred flesh where the armor was cut and melted away. Troopers trained their weapons on the man as Trith approached.* "I really have no use for you, so your death will mean very little to me. If you would be so kind, Would you divulge any random rebel secrets?"

*The SEED posse winks out of hyperspace and begin sweeping the planet with many sensors.* "Commander, There are no major civilizations, massive life form readings though. The tracking signal is pointing to a quadrant in the southern hemisphere, which is densely covered with vegitation and what reads as moderately swampy. The cloud cover is preventing any more detailed info than that." "Very well. Dispatch dropships and try to get a visual." The man turned to Aero. "For now, we will not kill him. He may yet prove of some use to us." *Dropships descend to the atmosphere and then disperse, scouring the area. Spotting a small campsite below, the gunners open fire, mowing down trees, leaving a thirty meter circle of fallen trees around an island of about 20 meters, around the campsite. Troopers fastrope to the ground and fix their weapons upon the small circle of trees. Special forces proceed foreward while exellently trained infantry post chalks around the perimeter. The special forces proceed through the swampy ground, when suddenly, two of their numbers were impaled by large sharpened spears, propelled by a cleverly hidden contraption. Unabashed, the special ops proceeded, keeping an eye out for Mr. Barton and other traps. Spotting several, they disarmed them and proceeded, their heat sensitive and infrared vison sweeping through the growth.*

*SEED operatives loaded their dropships and warships. The traitor would pay soon enough. The posse blasted off, their ships headed toward the Dagobah system*

The man looked at his comm. "It appears they have found a slave rigging on that ship he just stole, we can track that to wherever he went... Gather your things, if youre to come with us to Dagobah, it appears this is where he went."

*The man assisted Aero to the local bar, where he bought her mild stimulant beverages, to get her thinking right again.* "Did Trowa tell you anything of his reasons for leaving SEED so quickly and in such a way as to ignite the anger of the Governess?" __ *SEED agents found the body in the docking bay and searched it. Finding things, they Began plotting their plan.*

*Right next to where Aero hid, A SEED operative stood, waiting. It was the only place that offered any kind of concealment, so naturally, he waited there. A hand fell upon Aero's shoulder.* "No need to worry Miss, We arent after you. Your Traitorous companion there also betrayed SEED, destroying one of our warships. Were hunting him. If you have time, We would appreciate it if you would tell us all you know of him, since you obviously have no care for him any longer, as well. We are on the same side now" ____ *SEED troopers burst through the door, Their weapons blazing. Trowa had lost a lot of blood and would have to be some kind of superhuman to keep going. They trained their automatic rifles on his face and jerked him to his feet. The lead agent smacked Trowa's injured shoulder, breaking the burned skin open and resuming the flow of blood and pus.* "You are foolish to betray a force such as SEED and it's allies, but even more foolish to betray your freind and associate. She could have gotten you out of this, and now, she will udoubtedly be eager to hunt you down as well."

*SEED agents persue The traitor through the city, their earpieces giving them directions form a sattlite. They fire Glocks and other powerful weapons into the crowd, mowing down innocents. They follow Trowa and Aero. The huntress takes a stun bolt which forces Trowa to assist her. Trowa takes a shot in the right shoulder.*

*A small ship, carrying a crew of Fourty SEED agents approaches and lands on Myrkr. They immediately take their tools and set of to find the unique animals Capable of removing the force from a given area. They set up their campsite. The Agents are well armed, to avoid being killed by Vornskyrs.*