Character
ARIDIUS TK-1575 'CRIMSON'
HEAVY TROOPER
TAGS: Sinestra Onrai Kazian Blackwood
"Those who ask for mercy are too weak to deserve it."
― DARTH BANE
In the distance, they could see the illumination of blaster fire as the Landing Zone, which guarded the VIP bunker, was aflame with combat. Yet, they could not see the situation from so close. Yet they could hear the thundering war drums; how the Dark Empire's position, routinely attacked by both infantry and artillery alike, was truly a theatre of war.
Crimson, flicking through the several vision modes of his helmet, thought out the plan in his head. "RECOMMENDED COURSE OF ACTION AS FOLLOWS: CREATE BREAKTHROUGH TO VIP BUNKER, ESCORT KEY PERSONNEL TO ESCAPE CRAFT AWAY FROM HOSTILE ANTI-AIR DEFENSE PERIMETER. RULES OF ENGAGEMENT IS KILL ON SIGHT." Like a robot, someone devoid of ego or attachment to life.
While more fellow allies [or perhaps not] followed them, Crimson paused- turning over his shoulder to scan over the additional reinforcements they had received. The Droids will come in handy, but Onrai freaked him out. It made him twitch almost, reminding him of the Dathomir Campaign long ago. Things that cannot be extinguished with a blaster freaked him out.
Focusing forward, Crimson's hand went to his belt- feeling underneath to ensure that his lightsaber was still there. Stolen off a Jedi long ago, Crimson pretended like it was a memento. But he himself knew better. It was a key to unlocking what he's kept secret for most of his life. How hilarious it would be that a routine diplomatic security mission would be the time he might have to use it.
"SION IS ENTRENCHED. LETHALITY IS IMPERATIVE. COGNITIVE WEAKNESS IS NOT TO BE TOLERATED."
What happens if you have to use your lightsaber?
Scared?
Scared?