Samka Derith
Decitus Ren
Location: Omega shuttle - headed to the Omega Superweapon
Allies and associates: [member="Wolf"] [member="Thresh Sken"] [member="Doc"] [member="Kierel"] [member="Vustia"] [member="Darth Ophidia"]
"You have our gratiude," Samka had communicated to the blind man as she boarded one of the ships set to leave for Omega. "Should we all survive this, there may even be a place for you in the First Order. We shall see." And with that, the ship's doors had closed.
She walked through the small vehicle's interior and directly to the cockpit, entering the code Death Cap. The shuttle shook into life and lifted from the ground, heading right to the heart of the enemy. Sam sat in the pilot's chair, letting the auto-pilot take her to their destination, with her legs crossed and hands together. The teenager sighed aloud, only just realising she could hear her breath once more and gave a quick smile. It was comforting to have a sense restored, the disorientation of the Sith Academy behind her. The Academy's Sith Lord had given them much to think about, provided the man's advice was sound, the destruction would best be achieved by damaging the crystal's powering the weapon but perhaps they could take the crystals instead? It should have the same effect as destroying them and Sam was certain the First Orders R&D division would appreciate them.
A large explosion caught her attention. The battle with the Sith fleet was clear as she ascended to the superweapon. A Sith fleet of impossible proportion battling against the combined arms of other galactic powers, including that of the First Order. Brushing a strand of hair from her eyes, Sam leaned forward towards the window. The Omega had been fired very recently and the effects were clear to see. The largest ship in the Galactic Alliance was crippled and at least two of the First Order's capital ships were going down. The bulk of the Sith fleet was focused on the First Order, naturally. Sam shook her head as she watched the battle continue, salvaging what they could from Omega was secondary to destroying it. It was the only way they could be certain to save the fleet.
But what of the Sith Lord, Darth Molior? Privately Sam was hoping they could avoid facing her. Hopefully they could get in, destroy the crystals and get out leaving the Sith Lord to perish in Omega's self-destruction but things never did work out so easy. An unkillable enemy with no heart to stab. Surely even one like that could not survive her head being severed from her body? But even that method Samka had little hope for.
Sam could only ponder how to defeat such a foe as the ship grew closer to their destination
Allies and associates: [member="Wolf"] [member="Thresh Sken"] [member="Doc"] [member="Kierel"] [member="Vustia"] [member="Darth Ophidia"]
"You have our gratiude," Samka had communicated to the blind man as she boarded one of the ships set to leave for Omega. "Should we all survive this, there may even be a place for you in the First Order. We shall see." And with that, the ship's doors had closed.
She walked through the small vehicle's interior and directly to the cockpit, entering the code Death Cap. The shuttle shook into life and lifted from the ground, heading right to the heart of the enemy. Sam sat in the pilot's chair, letting the auto-pilot take her to their destination, with her legs crossed and hands together. The teenager sighed aloud, only just realising she could hear her breath once more and gave a quick smile. It was comforting to have a sense restored, the disorientation of the Sith Academy behind her. The Academy's Sith Lord had given them much to think about, provided the man's advice was sound, the destruction would best be achieved by damaging the crystal's powering the weapon but perhaps they could take the crystals instead? It should have the same effect as destroying them and Sam was certain the First Orders R&D division would appreciate them.
A large explosion caught her attention. The battle with the Sith fleet was clear as she ascended to the superweapon. A Sith fleet of impossible proportion battling against the combined arms of other galactic powers, including that of the First Order. Brushing a strand of hair from her eyes, Sam leaned forward towards the window. The Omega had been fired very recently and the effects were clear to see. The largest ship in the Galactic Alliance was crippled and at least two of the First Order's capital ships were going down. The bulk of the Sith fleet was focused on the First Order, naturally. Sam shook her head as she watched the battle continue, salvaging what they could from Omega was secondary to destroying it. It was the only way they could be certain to save the fleet.
But what of the Sith Lord, Darth Molior? Privately Sam was hoping they could avoid facing her. Hopefully they could get in, destroy the crystals and get out leaving the Sith Lord to perish in Omega's self-destruction but things never did work out so easy. An unkillable enemy with no heart to stab. Surely even one like that could not survive her head being severed from her body? But even that method Samka had little hope for.
Sam could only ponder how to defeat such a foe as the ship grew closer to their destination