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Misal. An ancient force user that had seen the rise and fall of Empire and Republic, Sith Order and Jedi Order. She had seen as only a Miraluka could, the ravages that the galaxy had experienced in the past seven or so decades. Though she was no Jedi Knight, she carried the weight of her experience, and was due the respect of someone who had sacrificed everything for the cause of the Light. 

 

Sandy gave her a deep bow, her bright pale blonde hair slipping down on either side of her face, forcing her to take a second to tuck it back into its place. She smiled widely to Aidan’s grandmother and nodded her head. 

 

“I would be honoured.” She kept her silence, knowing that the older woman would direct the conversation where she wished. Sandy was glad of the walk, and Misal had much to teach the eager young Jedi.

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She kept her eyes squarely on the recessed eyes of the Trandoshan. Watching for flickers of movement, indicating where an inexperienced swordsman might strike. It was a good thing then that he did not look for where he struck, and Alcmene assumed that it was from his years as a warrior prince of his own tribe. As he struck with a fast cut of the blade she slightly shifted her own weight from her front foot to her back, letting her lean back, the blade wasting its energy a few inches away from her body. With the same movement, she struck out with her front foot. 

 

A lightning fast kick that carried the weight of the force and threw the Trandoshan onto the mat. 

 

“A good strike, brilliant even. But an experienced assassin will size you up from your body type and strike at your roots.” 

 

She extended a hand and brought him back to his feet. 

 

“Keep light on your feet. See how I shifted my weight, try it as well. Let the force guide what you do.”

 

She struck again with a foot, this time following it with a jab to his throat with the bright tip of her training saber. 

 

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For someone such as Scorpio, there was never a true place within this plane of existence for them, and yet, life dictated that they exist all the same. Like the intent and hearts that lingered within the duel aspects of the Light and the Dark, the Jedi and the Sith, there was no rhyme or reason. There was only the Will. And as someone who had walked both paths, Scorpio understood this conundrum better than most, an existence with no destiny nor purpose outside of simply existing. And now, upon his back, another life dependent on his existence. Anakin had called him back from the nether to exist as he is.

 

As he stood upon the precipice of the Imperial Headquarters, he questioned his existence to the very core of himself. He was the light of his heart. Anakin was the dark. And yet, neither could nor would exist without the other. They were bound by this law even before Damon and Yue. The only difference after was the dual personalities that resided, incomplete separately, but not completely whole. It was complete and utter imbalance. And yet, the Force had willed it so, neither capable of existing very long without the other. Very much like the Force it's self.

 

To walk the path of Light wasn't benevolence nor was it kindness. It was Balance and Nature. It was an Understanding of Life and Acceptance of Death. But to walk the path of Dark wasn't malevolence nor was it wickedness. It was Power and Corruption. It was an Understanding of Survival and Acceptance of Strength. He knew these paths all too well. He understood their true depths, their root causes, and he understood why they existed. They were beliefs, ideology, concepts, and constructs. Jedi believed in being one with the Force, using it to further Life and the Natural. Sith believed in being strong in the Force, using it the further one's own growth and empowerment. And neither were wrong. So why did his existence feel so wrong?

 

As Scorpio turned outward from his thoughts, the Guard handed back his Identification and asked for his weapon, a general gesture that Scorpio quickly refused out of regret for even coming here in the first place. Turning to leave, the guard reached for his blade, causing Scorpio to grasp it's hilt and twist, unlocking the mechanism that locked his blade in place. Beneath the conical hat, his eyes darted toward the Guard as his irides burned with rage.

 

"You heard it too, didn't you?" Scorpio began to speak as he brought the unlit hilt forward and placed two fingers at it's emitter to draw the Cyan Blade from it's confines. But a voice drew his attention from this conflict.

 

"Stand down, Lieutenant." A familiar, yet gruffed tone spoke as a form emerged from the blast doors leading inside. Standing before Scorpio, a tall rugged form towered over him and a hand pushed him clear of the Guard Station and back onto the streets of Nar Shadaa. "Why are you here, Scorpio?"

 

"I'm beginning to ask myself the same question." Scorpio responded, placing the hilt back into the confines of it's sheath, locking it back into place as he gazed upon his former comrade. "Nostalgia I'm guessing."

 

The Kiffar looked at Scorpio with sorrowful eyes, seeing the former Knight filled him both with relief and disdain, a dread he hadn't wanted to feel since Scorpio's Exile. Luckily, he was the one who received the alert of Scorpio's arrival and quickly came. "Nar Shadaa is one thing, but Imperial Headquarters? You're an Exiled Jedi Knight!

 

"Was an Exiled Knight..." Scorpio retorted, his gaze shifting across his shoulder toward the sleeping head of Railyn who slept so peacefully and content. "Now I'm not sure what I am."

 

"Still... You shouldn't have come here." The Kiffar spoke as he gazed at the child of Scorpio with even more sorrowful eyes, knowing the life she would inevitably lead with the sins of her father, no matter which personality created her. "You're listed as an Exile for a reason. If the Imperial Knights were to find out about Anakin and you, it's unlikely even the Grandmaster could protect you. They'd see you as an abomination, and even worse, a threat."

 

"That's what I am." Scorpio spoke with sorrowful jest, the smirk of his grin trying to hide the pain of his eyes. "Neither Jedi nor Sith, an Abomination. A life without purpose."

 

"That's not what I meant and you know it." The Kiffar retorted in return, raising his arm to point at Railyn upon Scorpio's back. "You have purpose, just not the one you seek. When you died at Onderon, Anakin sought to restore you. You cannot exist without him no more than he cannot with you. That was the curse Master Damon warned you of before you chose to split yourself from him."

 

"And what was I supposed to do? Let the Poison corrupt me until I was no more than a puppet for the Darkside? To never know the embrace of the Light ever again?" Scorpio spoke with rage filled eyes. "It wasn't just you're run of the mill Sithling Poison. It was different. It was the only way. Even Master Anorus knew it."

 

"I know. As Master of the Jedi Exorcists, Master Damon knew there was no alternative." He responded with a knowingly sorrow in his voice. "The Sith have a way of destroying lives well beyond death."

 

"Oh, don't feed me that line of crap. Anakin was Sith. I have his memories." Scorpio spoke, shaking the rage from his mind as he concluded. "The Sith have no more power than the Jedi. The Force is the Force no matter which view point you look at it from."

 

"And that's why you're in exile." He spoke with a sigh at Scorpio's remarks. "Even if your were successful in rejoining your souls into a singular personality, you would hold knowledge of the Sith as much as the Jedi, and your view points would never align with our teachings no matter how much you tried."

 

A moment of silence envelopes the two before the Kiffar finally breaks it.

 

"Just go Scorpio." He speaks, placing a hand upon the back of the neck of his former comrade. "Just go and live long enough to find the peace that you desperately seek. Find it in your child if nowhere else."

 

As he turns to walk away and Scorpio begins to depart, he glances back to gaze upon the man that was born from the fellow Padawan he knew during their time together so long ago. Scorpio had been dealt a sorrowful hand in life and he could only hope that he would one day find peace within it. But Scorpio was right about one thing. He would never be a Jedi nor a Sith, but something in between. Whatever that birthing would be, he could not see. For the Force that swirled around the son of Armegedon was a cloudy one. If only Aryian Darkfire was alive and well, then perhaps he would be able to see Scorpio's path more clearly. But Scorpio was the only one to return from Onderon's surface.

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((Hey @Moff Lurg please see This post by Aidan that gives you something to respond to as well as this post by Beck which addresses you.))  

 

Six bright white nova-class battlecruisers zipped out of hyperspace near the busy spacelanes like the claws of a bird of prey. Next came the magnificent battle dragons of the Hapan Expeditionary force, falling into formation with streams of My’til bombers. The Hapans were here, and they would not deny the Rebel Alliance their aid. 

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Carson takes in all that he was told, taking his holocomm and taking off his armor throwing it in the trash and now he is only wearing a body glove that used to be under his armor. "No sir, no questions, I won't let you down sir." He walks out of the room ignoring the officer in the room as to not bring extra attention to himself, as it could be bad attention due to his past. He walks down to the armory entering the Armory Initial Using enterance. He walks over to the counter. "I'm here for my gear, I'm a Heavy Infantry recruit."

 

@Aidan Darkfire Would you mind roleplaying the guy at the counter?

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“Thank you.” Misal wove a gloved hand into the young Jedi Master’s arm. The fingers under the cheap synthleather were boney despite the grip; indeed, as the two meandered through the Red and Black, the occasional brushing of the Miraluka’s side against the young Jedi Master would make it clear that the matriarch under the black robes was shockingly slender. To anyone observing the two Force-Sensitive humanoids, it would appear that Sarna was escorting the frail Miraluka through the Rebel headquarters. However, as the elderly Miraluka limped along and shifted an uncomfortable amount of weight onto the young woman, it would eventually become clear that it was the Miraluka who was leading the two.

 

“I am pleased to see you alive and… relatively unchanged… after the mission that my daughter dispatched you. I’ll not waste your time by inquiring further.” A whisper of cloth accompanied a small tilt of the Miraluka head. A sly, insinuating presence skirted teasingly at the edge of the Sarna’s awareness and promptly withdrew upon detection.

 

“For the moment we must concern ourselves with Aidan. He has always possessed an inconvenient rebellious streak. Cute… perhaps… when he was six. Now potentially disastrous, even though I imagine it can be diverting from time to time.” Again, a brief brush with that sly probe. “This may be an inflection point in that young man’s life, and I would prefer it to not culminate in an unproductive internment in a military prison or a poisoning in the relationship between the Jedi Order and Imperial Knights.”

 

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Beck was slightly dumbfounded by the very fact that the new recruit walked out of the room without even addressing him, let alone a salute. HIs face made a clear baffled look as he looked at Purifoy and then turned to walk out the door to follow the recruit. He was very unhappy with the lack of respect for a superior officer. He followed him into armory and listened to him request his gear. The officer at the counter looked back at Beck for a second, before standing straight and giving him a salute. The Admiral walked into view of the new recruit @Moff Lurg

 

"Heavy Infantry has been known to have slower starts out of the gate training wise..." Beck stood before the recruit and gave him a look over before he turned and returned the salute for the officer at the counter. "Go ahead and fetch him his gear." Leaning onto the counter, he eyed the recruit again. "You have a name... or number if you prefer to remain anonymous- not always the best choice, but I'll respect it if you did." There was a moment of a flash of memory that came in from his early days of commando training where he did indeed receive multiple weeks of intensive heavy infantry training to make him and all around complete solider. But those days were long before his time serving under the Empress. There was something about this recruit that drew Beck in. 

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He looks at the officer before speaking. "Sorry I didn't address you, I didn't want to bring unwanted attention to myself." The man at the counter hands him his gear. "Well I have to get to Bay 37 in the barracks." He salutes him and walks out of the armory with his gear in his hands towards bay 37 in the barracks. When he reaches the barracks he is the only one in the five man room at the moment. He gets his gear on and waits for training to begin. He gets out some cards and plays a game by himself as he waits, he thinks to himself about how much better this place is than the old crappy Sith barracks he once lived in. He leans back in the chair while playing cards.

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Beck stared at where the recruit was. His movement out the door quickly had the Admiral frozen in his stare for longer then ten seconds before he turned towards the officer working in the armory. "What the hell just happened?" The officer let out a small laugh. "One of the funniest forms of throwing shade that I've ever seen." Beck looked into the man's eyes with a slight expressionless face for a moment. "At least your response tells me that I'm not crazy. Do you have any information on him?" The officer only shook hi shead and offered up a shrug. Accepting the response, he began to walk slowly out the door. "Inform Captain Isiah to meet me in the training room. And have him get all the information that he can on that recruit."

 

Beck walked out and picked up his own pace. While his own curiosity of the recruit was peaked, it didn't distract from the fact that the whole facility was now turning focus into evacuation. New recruits would still need to be deployed, and properly trained in such tasks. As he made his own way towards the training grounds, he used his datapad and signaled for all new recruits to report to training facility bay 42. Upon entering the room, the control officer gave him a salute. Upon Beck returning it, the officer, a female with blonde hair quickly spoke. "Captain Isiah is on his way. I have the room ready for training scenario alpha 4." He looked her over for a single moment before looking out at the grounds before him. "Belay that. Training scenario Omega 17 is what I want to see." She turned around slightly panicked. "Sir, that's not a recruit level program!" Beck turned his head with both eyebrows raised. "I know. I want to see them operate under it." He held her gaze before she realized that the Admiral wasn't going to back down and gave a formal bow before turning to setup the training scenario he requested.

 

For any and every recruit, such as @Moff Lurg, sirens and alarms were quickly issued letting them know that their presence was required at the training facility for a new training program. All must attend. 

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Moff Lurg heard the alarm and ran to Bay 42 not even picking up the cards as he knew he needed to get there faster. He ran through the halls and finally made it to Bay 42. He lined up with the rest of the recruits and waited for orders. He started to hear some recruits talking about an evacuation and he started to wonder what evacuation they were talking about, since he knew nothing about the evacuation. He looked straight at @Beck Pilon waiting for orders.

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Sandy smiled as the older woman took her arm. While the fear of the rising of the old gods had been momentarily silenced with her report, there were still a thousand questions needing to be answered. The power the priest had shown was not the focused power of the Sith. But a tapped power that she had not seen since Felucia and the Maw. Sandy was still convinced that there was more to the general conspiracy than some wild and random darksiders. 

 

The power that had influenced both her and Aidan was far larger than the dead man they had left in the temple of slaanesh. Her brow furrowed with the thought as they walked through the corridors of the Red and Black. 

 

Perhaps she had always liked the childish side of Aidan, that quick wit, and even quicker temper. It had thrilled her when she was younger, and even though she was still very young, she could see the danger there. Not direct danger to herself or even himself most of the time, but he had always walked the line of rebellion. 

 

She let the silence draw for a moment or two, considering how best to ask her question, deciding finally on the bluntest approach. 

 

“He walks very close in his father’s footsteps doesn't he?”

 

Sandy had never met Aidan’s father, but she had heard plenty of rumour in her years in the temple. He had died a brutal death at the hands of the Sith during the abortive battle of Onderon. Alongside a hundred Jedi Knights and the crews of many of the Galactic Alliance's premier starfighter wings. Another face that would be etched into one of the thousands of memorials at war's end. 

 

How could she help Aidan escape a similar fate?  

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Cassandra tapped the edge of her desk with a single finger, her sightless eyes shut in concentration. It was a minor royal house, and a newer one in the domain, but like all the houses, this one would also need to find its way to safety before the Sith Arrived. 

 

“Tell only your Father and arrange it as a vacation to the outer rim, perhaps a survey of his holdings. We cannot afford to alert the Sith that we are under evacuation.”

 

She opened her grey eyes. 

 

“We have intel indicating the entire Sith armada is stirring. A force not seen since before Onderon. And the Jedi have informed us of the presence of Neo-Crusaders as well. The Veil that has for so long kept us hidden has finally been ripped asunder. And we meet fire and anvil.”

 

That would mean only one thing to the young Imperial Knight. Doom was coming to Nar Shaddaa. It would mean that Cassandra and Taylor were expected to be at the Empress’s side for the final fight.

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Beck watched as all of the recruits began to line in. Only after they had assembled did Captain Isiah walk in with a datapad and handed it over to the Admiral. He didn't even glance at it, but rather took it and tucked it under his arm. He continued to watch the recruits, which clearly had some below get nervous and sparked the attention of his Captain. "Sir, what is the goal of... Sink or swim isn't it." Beck raised his right eyebrow as he continued to peer down at the recruits. "More or less. Omega programs normally test either mental strengths or emotional strengths. I have a feeling that there is some... mental blockage to many of these new recruits." He then took a step forward and placed the datapad on the ledge as he stood ready to address the recruits.

 

"You are all about to embark on training scenario Omega 17. It is a tough one designed for many upper officers to maintain their sharpness. Your goal is that flag before you. You must take it to the mantle holster up there. About forty feet distance. Upon the signal, the flag will become available to be picked up. You will then have five minutes to get the flag to the holster. All rounds in this training program will lock up your armor if you are hit in a general death hit. All thirty nine of you must work against four hundred and fifty training droids who are set at a high level attempting to stop you from completing your task. Prepare yourselves. You start in thirty seconds..."

 

Beck took two steps back as the window began to rise up and the room began to set itself up and move the training droids into the proper position. "This will be an interesting watch..."

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Goozer turns over to his comrades "Haven't done this in a long while, follow my lead and we can get this done in one go. As the training scenario starts he breaks out into a sprint and some of the recruits follow his lead, he takes his heavy repeating training blaster and takes down several droids, one gets blasted in the head the others killed with shots to the torso and arms. "Don't ask how I know how to do this. GO GO GO FOLLOW ME!" He sprints with his head low as hundreds of blasts go over his head, "These are battle droids, like the crap from the Clone Wars don't be scared of them!." He sprints down towards the flag and snatches it before jumping on top of one of the other recruits as a blast goes over him. "KEEP YOUR HEAD LOW WE ALL HAVE TO MAKE IT THROUGH THIS!" The other recruits take down several training droids as Goozer Lurg scales the wall somewhat slowly, but he dodges blasts coming at him and slams the flag into the holster. Then the training scenario stops and the droids stop firing. "Looks like none of us died today that's great." he climbs down and walks over to Beck Pilon. "I can tell you want answers sir, so I will give you them, I was a Sith Trooper once, we went through scenarios like these a lot and I fought in many real battles, that's how I knew how to do that." He salutes and waits for a response.

 

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((Hey there @Moff LurgI am Empress Raven Nasra, the Faction Leader of the Rebel Alliance and its Imperial Remnant subfaction. Beck asked me to assist so I am here to give some strategic out of character advice to you. This will also venture into character writing and the collaborative writing we foster here on this Website. You are new so don’t take this as a beatdown, but you need to follow this advice to thrive here. 

 

Scenarios like the test you were just given are very long and drawn out things, you need to give them time to breathe. Post the actions or response your character may have then wait for the other person to respond. While you are in training at least we want you to take your time with things, learn how stuff works here.

 

You need to not post the actions of other characters and NPCs in a scenario until you are told that you can. (This will come with rank promotion) When you can, you must use them respectfully in a PVP or PVE scenario. Which would mean not posting the actions of your enemies or how your attacks land. 

 

We are attempting to train you to be able to survive in the pvp world of the Jedi RP galaxy. I hope this makes sense. Please try the scenario again from the beginning, keeping in mind that you cannot post the actions of the battle droids, you cannot post if your attacks land, and that you cannot godmode your way through a scenario. Anticipate this taking several rounds of posting between you and your training officers.))

 

Raven pulled the dark cap off her head, smoothing her black hair with a brush of her hand as she stepped through the doorway into the observation room. Her pale eyes glanced across the soldiers and then finally to Beck himself. Her eyes carried a weight in them, a tiredness that had not been there a decade before when they had first met. The weight of a long and failing war. 

 

“It is good to see you Admiral.” 

 

She attempted a smile that she felt in her heart, but her face only gave a half hearted attempt. This war was drawing to its zenith, and they all knew it. 

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Carson Lurg readies his training repeating heavy blaster. He gets ready to sprint like you would see in track in real life. When the training scenario starts Carson Lurg breaks out into a sprint and jumps behind cover while rapidly blasting towards battle droids while screaming a battlecry sounding as if he himself was blasted in the foot. Carson Lurg then says to himself, "Well, this is where the fun begins." @Beck Pilon

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*** Observation Deck ***

 

Beck kept his eyes focused on the training room, although he could hear someone else enter. The voice of the Empress was tired indeed, yet very familiar even then. His eyes darted backwards to give her a slight salute and nod, but couldn't fully give her his attention due to the training program beginning. "I feel like it's been a while for sure ma'am. You sound like you just sat through the most extensive briefing ever from the Moff council..." 

 

*** Training Scenario Omega 17 ****

 

The first wave alone of the training droids began to move in defense of the holster for the flag, around thirty began to set themselves up in a strong array of solid mass that blocked the very eye sight of the holster. As the small number of thirty lined up, the other four hundred and twenty droids began to move forward, pouring a hailfire of a blaster barrage at the incoming rookies. The droids skills were still set at a higher level then what the majority of the recruits would even be prepared for, as rank wise, these training droids were set to help Captains and higher train and stay sharp. 

 

A few recruits attempted to run towards the flag, and almost immediately three to seven of them got pinned down by kill shots, locking up their training armor, preventing them from moving and their communications got cut. One of the taller males in the group leaned down behind a barricade and shouted at the rest of the recruits. “Not even thirty seconds in and we are already down to around eighty percent of our squad.” Another recruit shouted back. “I heard this Admiral Pilon guy really likes to push new recruits to the limit. Only fifteen percent of new recruits assigned to him actually graduate.” The taller recruit looked at Carson Lurg @Moff Lurg and another next to him. “Either of you two have any ideas of how to get the flag, let alone get it safely to the holster without dying?”

 

*** Observation Deck ***

 

Beck lifted both eyebrows suddenly and turned around to let Raven stand upfront and watch. He wondered for a moment how often she actually got to observe such things recently. It was something he rather enjoyed doing, and something told him Raven also enjoyed the smaller and finer points of the whole Imperial academy, but most likely had too many meetings and other requirements to actually see them now. Another reason why I'm fine with not advancing past this rank for the moment... He then turned towards Captain Isiah. "Can you get me some caf? None of that local crap though."

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Carson kept on firing towards droids from behind cover, keeping his rotary blaster above the cover while he turned to talk to the recruit "I have an idea, I protect the other guy next to you while he goes to get the flag, and you can defend me and you, that way we all have each others back, its the only way I see out of this." He turns his blaster and fires towards the training droids by the holster. "Hopefully that will help us when we need to get to the holster, so you guys going through with this plan or not?" @Beck Pilon

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The taller recruit looked at the others for a quick moment before shrugging his shoulders. "It's better than anything I got." He quickly moved to his right to observe his best route. He lifted his E-18 blaster rifle and scouted the area with his own eyes. He turned his head around in a very fast jerk motion. "You two, come with me. The rest help this recruit keep fire off our backs!" Without waiting, the taller recruit jumped out and began to pour his own blaster fire into general direction of where blaster fire was coming, which wasn't really one direction. It felt like a good 180 degree angle of blaster fire. The two recruits whom he pointed towards, HW-4799 and MS-6811 as their designations on their armor said quickly followed the one recruit. The blaster fire was heavy and hot, even with cover fire, as the droids did not react the way humans would with cover fire. Their movement was chaotic and unpredictable in order to help them survive long enough to gain their objective: The Flag. 

 

The tallest recruit, MU-874 picked up the flag and turned around to begin to head back. MS-6811 was quickly dropped by blaster fire from the droids, having their armor lock up. MU-874 knew he had to get back quickly, and picked up the pace, only to be hit in the top right shoulder, followed by his lower right thigh and left thigh. He watched from his now motionless armor the flag fall in front of him, unable to call out for help or even to move to help assist get the flag to safety. The flag was picked up though, by HW-4799 as they raced back and took a massive dive behind the barricade with the flag. Completely out of breath, he talked as loud as he could over the blaster fire. "I have the flag..." He turned his head to look back at the droids, which it appeared that they only took down maybe 75 of the 450, leaving 375. "Is the plan still to attempt to cover as someone rushes towards the holster? We only have..." He looked at the time on his HUD. "... 3 and half minutes before the scenario is over. There is no cover out there, nor do they move when being fired at." 

 

(( @Moff Lurg Your turn.))

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Carson turned to look at the recruit with the flag. "Yes, keep going I'll take down the droids as they try and take you down." Carson Lurg moves his blaster over the cover and fires blasts towards the training droids closest to them. "I'll keep firing, get to the holster so we can make it out of here alive." Carson checked the time and hoped that they would be able to complete their objective before the time runs out, or before the droids killed them all. (@Beck Pilon your turn)  

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She kept her eyes squarely on the recessed eyes of the Trandoshan. Watching for flickers of movement, indicating where an inexperienced swordsman might strike. It was a good thing then that he did not look for where he struck, and Alcmene assumed that it was from his years as a warrior prince of his own tribe. As he struck with a fast cut of the blade she slightly shifted her own weight from her front foot to her back, letting her lean back, the blade wasting its energy a few inches away from her body. With the same movement, she struck out with her front foot. 

 

A lightning fast kick that carried the weight of the force and threw the Trandoshan onto the mat. 

 

“A good strike, brilliant even. But an experienced assassin will size you up from your body type and strike at your roots.” 

 

She extended a hand and brought him back to his feet. 

 

“Keep light on your feet. See how I shifted my weight, try it as well. Let the force guide what you do.”

 

She struck again with a foot, this time following it with a jab to his throat with the bright tip of her training saber. 

 

 

Vox felt the blade glide in front of Alcmène. Not so much the weight but the lack of contact vacant from it, while he had a generalized idea as to using such a weightless weapon it compared nothing to the real metal of a blade. And that was what he was missing it seemed, real weight, and these Lightsabers were tricky to utilize. He had the rest of his lifetime to figure these things out however Vox also had the feeling he would need to learn these tricks sooner than later. 

 

Of course, it mattered when the Human spun and kicked the Trandoshan on the mat below. He had felt the pulse of the Force through that blow and it was much harsher than anticipated. But he didn't complain, and though Alcmènes hand was grasp he did most the getting up and recomposed himself. Vox was eager, but he was more focused on fighting someone much smaller than he was, not the many warriors he had trained with. This one was could easily use his size against him, and that was going to change. 

 

Vox eased himself and allowed the Force to creep in once more, and in an instant Alcmène attempted to struck again with her foot. He let the Force cradle him back as the foot passed by, however Alcmène came again this time trying to jab the lizard in his neck with his saber. Vox again took another step back and and spun his own blade around to knock the opponents aside, he then took a step forward and swiped with his saber at the woman's waist level; being such a lightweight sword, he was able to quickly start an offensive, yet something still missing. He felt only half of his attack, as if there wasn't enough aggression in his speed. 

 

Regardless of that fact, Vox had known his counter would either be dodged or blocked. He allowed the Force to guide his instincts and senses of the enemy before him, and if she so chose to strike back he would be ready this time. 

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HW-4799 let out a massive sigh as the recruit suggested that they stay the course. He felt like it wasn't working, but what other options did they have? No other ideas were coming to the forefront of their minds, so they had to go with the best plan. He glanced up at the observation window and wondered for a moment what sort of purpose did the Admiral have in having the recruits go through a training scenario that was far above their level of training. It seemed like madness, as he wasn't seeing the purpose in it. Slowly standing back up, he began to mentally prepare himself for the run forward. 

 

He moved along the barricade until he got himself into position. One of the other recruits attempting to hold crossfire was hit and fell backwards, having their own armor lock up and comm systems shut down. He then focused on the mantle holster, which wasn't even within eyeshot due to the amount of droids that sat between the recruits and their goal. Taking another look back at the rest of the recruits, there was about maybe twenty left, dwindling a little bit more quicker even though they had cover. He couldn't focus on it, he had to make it to the objective. I didn't sign up for this level of craziness. Taking a few quick breaths, he then stood up and ran as fast as he could to get behind cover of his fallen comrades or fallen droids to help him move towards the mantle holster. As he found some good size coverage, he leapt to make it, only to get hit in the forearm. The armor began to lock up in that location, but nowhere else. He quickly realized that any other hit may lock him up fully. Taking in a few more quick breaths, he turned and began to run closer to the objective, feeling adrenaline kicking in and pushing him forward. 

 

The adrenaline only worked so much, as he was able to dodge and weave past a few shots, even with the blaster cover fire coming from behind the barricade by his fellow recruits. He managed to make it through the thick of the droids, only to have a sudden pressure push him to the ground. He looked up to see the flag drop out of his hands and to the floor, all the while his armor began to lock up and his comm systems shut down. The flag was now within the thick of the droids, and he was sure there was maybe only fifteen of his fellow recruits left behind the barricade still. Yup, didn't sign up for this

 

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Moff Lurg thought to himself "Shit" He screamed "PUSH FORWARD!!! ILL GET THE FLAG COVER ME!!!" Regardless of whether or not they would cover him he sprinted towards the flag while screaming and firing his rotary blaster at the droids while keeping his head low. He snatched the flag and he was not giving up, blasts flew past him and one hit his hand without the flag, it locked up but not the rest of his armor, so he dropped his blaster and leaped towards the holster, slamming the flag into it. @Beck Pilon

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One of the other recruits, Allidar Sowephil, a younger female recruit ran up to help keep her own blaster fire a steady stream to protect the brash recruit that ran out to retrieve the flag deep in the mess of everything. Much to her surprise, he somehow managed as a last act to get the flag into the right position. Upon the flag getting into the mantle holster, the droids all stopped their firing and began to head back to the holding deck below to get ready for the next training program to be initiated. Allidar held nothing back as she lowered her blaster and the rest of the recruits who had been hit began to have their armor unlock for them. "That lucky little bantha mutt." She threw off her helmet revealing her dark brown hair and she walked up the field past all of the other fallen recruits and helped Carson Lurg up.

 

"I hope you don't plan on taking all the glory from that." Her own face was stern as she looked upon him. She was so used to everyone around her doing everything that they could to not let her gain any accolades that she figured she would still have to do everything within her own power to prove she could be the best. As she finished, both the recruit who did the majority of the leg work and the tallest recruit both came up to the pair. The taller one introduced himself first. "Tenbar Moopas. I've been on this rock the longest. Haven't been assigned to anything yet. Guess I haven't earned my mark yet. I bet you just did." The other recruit gave a small glaring look at everyone else before he introduced himself. "Quin. I'm aiming to be a Heavy Weapons specialist, so ideas and plans aren't really my thing. Just point me in the direction of who or what I need to shoot at. By the way, I hate running." 

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Carson listens to each of their introductions then introduces himself. "I am Carson Lurg, I was once an assault Sith Trooper before some Jedi converted me to the rebellion's cause. I am training for heavy assault." Carson then looks around "Well we should also report to Pilon, since he is our commanding officer, and if you thought I was going to brag about winning well I am not, my teammates did just as much as me and I couldn't have succeeded without them, also sometime later anyone want to play cards?" @Beck Pilon

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For several seconds, Misal was completely silent and her Force-presence withdrew from its superficial scans of the young Sandy Sarna's reactions. To withdraw when perturbed was evidently a habit that she shared with her daughter.

 

“In some ways… yes. Aryian had a love for playing the fool. It rather well balanced my daughter’s over-serious nature. However, he had a regrettable tendency for secret-keeping. There were certain subjects that Aryian was unable to trust even Armiena with. A fault shared by my daughter, to be fair, and undoubtedly a factor that doomed their relationship.”

 

Misal’s veiled face glanced from side to side at the next intersection. There should have been a freight turbolift somewhere near this location…

 

“Fortunately, I’ve yet to observe this tendency in Aidan. A significant difference between the two is that Aryian possessed a certain fatalistic streak. Undoubtedly a product of his Jedi training. Aidan, on the other hand, seems to resent the difficulties forced upon him by his name.” The Miraluka let out a sigh. “It cannot be easy to bear the surname Darkfire--or to be my daughter’s child.”

 

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Tay'Lor nodded and stood, a graceful bow following as she laid the datapad down and went to make her departure. Nothing was left unsaid and Tay'Lor knew the severity of what laid ahead. If Lady Raven, her Majesty, had deemed such a reaction to the incoming threat, then the calamity would surely be disastrous. Spinning about face upon the heel of her right foot, Tay'Lor made her departure with sorrow filled eyes behind a mask of stern militaristic visages. War had come to Nar Shadaa and time was of the essence.

 

The walk back to her Grandfather's embassy was somber, the Imperial Bailiff lost deep in her thoughts of the impeding doom that was foreshadowed. The Sith Armada, larger than what was present at Onderon, instilled an essence of fear she had never quite felt before. And the knowledge of Neo-Crusaders at their backing only emphasized it's narrative. Chandrila, Coruscant... She had seen the reports, knew of the losses and enthrallment they had beckoned. It truly frightened her, feeling it's cold tendrils rapturing her heart and soul. So much so, that when she had arrived at Lord Den'Zai's Estate and was presented before him, he sat in silence as he gazed upon his granddaughter.

 

"Smile Child" He spoke after a few moments of silence passed, the war veteran spoke as he poured a cup of tea and rose to hand it to Tay'Lor. "Everything must come to an end inevitably, especially in times of war."

 

Taylor gazed upon his grizzled and wrinkled face as she accepted the cup from his hand, feeling the strong and sturdy hand cup her own before withdrawing. Lord Den'Zai was a former student of the Imperial College of Anaxes, as well as a Veteran of Multiple Wars under multiple Emperors and Empresses. And yet, even at his age, he was just as strong and sturdy as a Admiral three generations younger than him. He stood tall and firm in his stature, the cane he carried more for show than actual need.

 

"So the War comes to us once again?" He questioned casually, taking a sip from his own cup as he crossed his leg over his knee. "I gather from your face and mood that your briefing came with dire news."

 

"Yes Lord Den'Zai." Tay'Lor responded behind her Stern visage, her hands clammy and slightly unsturdy as she trembled in the revelation. "The Sith Armada and their lapdogs march on Nar Shadaa."

 

"It was only a matter of time. They will never accept that one cannot exist without the other." Lord Den'Zai spoke, setting his cup down as his gaze narrowed onto his granddaughter with compassion. "Philosophies are tandem. And in tandem, both feel vindicated."

 

Rising from his seat, he crossed the distance between them and sat next to her amongst the sofa, grasping her hands within his own as his gaze stared directly in her own.

 

"Alsakan is in bloom, you know." His course voice spoke with a wink from his eye. "And my allergies have been acting up as of late. Perhaps I should return for a spell. I'm not getting any younger, and I wonder what your father is up to."

 

"But Grandfather. Alsakan is under Sith..." Tay'Lor shockingly spoke as his words struck at her fear.

 

"I haven't been home in many years. And time has aged me." He chuckled as he interrupted her fright, placing a hand up to stop her worries from being spoken. "I highly doubt even my son would recognize me. And it will give me a chance to see to certain things I left unattended".

 

All Tay'Lor could do was sit there in remaining shock as Lord Den'Zai wiley took another sip from his tea. She wanted to protest, but such actions were disrespectful, especially when Lord Den'Zai had silenced her. All she could do was stare at him with wet eyes.

 

"Focus on the here and now, Tay'Lor." He responded in course. "Do not forget who I am or the life that forged me." He cupped her face and wiped her eyes with his thumb. "A visit home would do more good than bad."

 

With that, he grasped her hand and stood her to her feet, showing her to her room. It was time she got herself ready for dinner.

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Allidar looked at Carson with a slight smirk and spoke up before anyone else got the chance. "You're new enough, but most commanding officers won't even talk to us after training scenarios. They let us sit within our own thoughts on the matter for a few hours before addressing us. And you're still new enough to not know much about Admiral Beck Pilon." Quin quickly spoke up and almost interrupted Allidar. "He's an asshole. Most of those who go under his command end up having to really work to maintain procedures and formalities." He lifted a finger and pointed towards a small carbon scoring mark on Carson's armor. "He would never let you talk to him like that unless we were truly within the field."

 

Allidar let out a sigh. "He also wouldn't like you talking like that about him Quin. Besides... none of us have been assigned a command wing yet. The fact that an admiral took interest in us... even one like Admiral Pilon would still be worth noting that we could be getting assignments soon." She looked over all four of the recruits who hung back to talk, and then glanced up at the observation window for a moment before looking back at the other three. "We should all take a shower and meet in the mess hall. Rumor has it this place in going to be going under evacuation procedures soon. Better eat before we're all put to work." She turned to head back to the quarters to get herself refreshed. Quin followed suit. Tenbar on the other hand gave a slight fist bump to Carson's shoulder. "It's good to have you with us Carson. I'd like to hear more of your history as we eat."

 

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Carson smiled a bit before walking back to his quarters, he got showered and cleaned up his gear before putting it back on. He left his quarters with his gear back on. He walked down to a map of the facility and walked back into his quarters to pick up his cards and put them in their pack. He then walked down to the cafeteria and grabbed something to eat before sitting down and waiting for the other recruits to come so he could tell the rest of his story. While eating he remembered the horrible planet that he had been on for so long, the constant hunger and fighting for survival. He brushed the thoughts from his mind and continued eating. @Beck Pilon

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