With his blaster aimed at Ravenous, Venandi felt very confident and smug. Then the pistol was pulled out of his hand by use of the Force, before the man jumped back for reasons only he knew. Shaking his head, Venandi recalled the pistol to his grip using a thin strand of rope. Grinning behind his helmet, Venandi was more than ready to fight, and he sorely wanted to as well. But fate would not let it be, Adonari Cinn spoke and took Ravenous' attention. Looking for a bathroom? Venandi scoffed aloud at that, it was obviously supposed to be a joke, same as the clones quote thing, but Venandi wasn't in the mood for it.
However, before he could say anything, Ravenous spoke, threatening the Jedi. Venandi could get behind that, but with himself and Ravenous, oh and some blaster pistols. But before he could suggest it, the blasted fool spoke once more and said that there were hostiles inbound. Then something about stormtroopers and some love for the Emperor. Venandi and his men laughed darkly, they held no love for that old sac of flesh, much less those who came after them and were no doubt worse than they.
Smiling in anger behind his helmet, Venandi made a motion with his head. Immediately his men moved to him and stood to either side of him. One was on his right and two on his left. They still had their pistols out, but hanging at their sides. Each and every single one of them was ready for violence, and they all wanted it, but they wouldn't start it, no. To start it in such a situation would show that side who attacked first to be weaker, and insecure. Venandi and his men were neither.
Standing there quietly, Venandi observed those in the room. While he was confident in a great many things, he had also been rattled by how long had passed, but did his best to hide that fact. Thus when Orex Mauda spoke to Ravenous, Venandi merely listened, but he did note the angered look. But when Orex turned to him, Venandi felt himself stiffen, his body preparing itself, but for what, not even he knew. Ego? EGO? Venandi had earned the right to be a little egotistical, and he knew it and many others had known it. But it seemed that no one knew it now adays, but that was to be expected, what with almost 900 years having passed.
"I have no need to quell my ego, I've earned the right through years of battle to be the way I am." He grated out, some anger in his voice. "Oh, I know what would've happened if the ship had run out of power, well before it did really. My ship would've released me and mine and then used its last remaining dregs of power to head to the nearest planet. You see buddy, we would've gotten out one way or another eventually. Only now, it's you who has released us on the galaxy, not fate." Venandi and his men chuckled darkly at that, their thoughts wandering to blood not yet spilt.
His assumptions were rash? Venandi couldn't help but chuckle at the thought and even when he heard the anger in Orex's voice, he couldn't care. He and his men then listened as they got another little history lesson, one about the Galactic Empire and where it still stood. So, the faction they had once owed allegiance to was basically gone. Good enough for them, they may have agreed with the Empires ways, but would also like to go their own way. Oh, more Jedi to kill, wonderful thought Venandi to himself.
"Good enough for me." said Venandi, in regards to the Galactic Empire. "More Jedi to kill, what fun. I'll get around to that eventually."
When Orex returned his gaze to Venandi, he felt the power once more and shuddered slightly. Oh, war that never ends? Good thing he was built for it, and was very good at it.
"Wonderful, and I do mean it. I hope that people aren't so squishy about war crimes now adays? Or what people call war crimes, but what is really collateral damage." His tone was genuinely curious, but it also held a hint of maniacal glee in it.
More come, are you ready for them "old one." That voice, it was back. Only Venandi heard it, and it was grating on his nerves, because he wasn't insane. Oh, but perhaps you are more than you thought, but that's not important, turn around and look. The voice said, Venandi did what is said and looked behind himself. What he saw brought a grin to his face; behind him on the wall was a control panel, and one Venandi knew very well. In all the confusion he had forgotten it, but now it wouldn't leave his mind. He told his brothers of the panel, and their excitement was as big as his own.
Turning from everyone else in the room, Venandi didn't notice Demitry Draskovits arrive, he was too focused on the control panel. Walking to it, Venandi dusted it off with a gloved hand. Then he entered a code into the panel, too quick to be seen, but he still shielded the view panel with his body. With a hiss and a loud groan, the wall sunk into itself before turning around slowly. It protested and showed that it had certainly been used more often than the cryo pods, but still not for almost 900 years.
Within the wall were 4 racks of weapons, each jam packed with various weapons and other destructive tools. Letting out a loud chuckle, Venandi went to one while his brothers went to separate ones. It was obvious that each rack was for one of them, but what could be achieved with them was something else. It took only a minute for all 4 of the clones to be fully armed with various weapons, and there were still more left on each rack, more specialized or destructive tools. Clicking a button, Venandi watched silently as the wall receded into itself once more before nothing was distinguishable from the rest.
Chuckling, Venandi hefted the Z6 in his hands before turning to the assembled people. His 3 brothers also hefted their weapons, but none of them aimed their guns, yet. One had a rocket launcher in one hand with a DC-15s in the other, the second had a pair of DC-15s' and a DC-15a on his back, the third held a wookie bowcaster in both hands and had a DC-15s strapped to his back. That was without mentioning the various grenades and the pair of DC-17 blaster pistols in their hip holsters. Chuckling once more, Venandi stepped forward, followed closely by his brothers. He was about to speak up when PFC Andrew Miller suddenly came crashing in.
A pleasant surprise came to Venandi and his brothers when he noticed that this new group was aiming at Ravenous, Orex Mauda, Adonari Cinn, and Demitry Draskovits. Chuckling in wry amusement, Venandi added his mens firepower to the mix, in that they all aimed their weapons at Ravenous. Sure, he may work for/with Orex Mauda, but only he had been aggressive in open hostilities and attacking them. Grinning behind his helmet, Venandi did have one of his men, the one with the bowcaster, keep an eye more on the newcomers. They could still be hostile to him and his men.
"Well then lads, it's been fun, but I do think it's time to end this. My brothers and I need to fix this ship and get power. We have places to be, things to do, and people to kill. Do whatyou may, but touch anything and you'll regret it, try to stop us, and you'll be dead." Venandi and his brothers chuckled darkly at that before walking forward.
With that said, Venandi and his brothers began to make their way to the elevator. They kept their weapons pointed at the Rector and Ravenous, while the one with the bowcaster also kept an eye on the newcomers and the one with the duel DC-15s had an eye on Mauda. Even though their actions showed one thing, within the Force, each and every single one of them wanted to be attacked, they wanted someone to start the bloodhshed. They were all more than confident in their ability to be able to beat these people here. To showcase this further, as Venandi and his men walked, they purposefully tried to bump into any person they passed. But they didn't say a word, instead kept walking towards the elevator while keeping an eye on all the people around them.