Act II The Spark of Revolution [Green Zone Open Thread]

[Mirror Emperor]

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Act II Introduction Link​

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PvP Oriented Zone
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Put a header in your posts with the district your character is in

[member="Fifth Sister"] and [member="Eralam"] are your event team [Empire and Rebel respectively]

Surface

District 1: Floating city
District 2: Palace district
District 3: Gemera Isles

Underground

District 10: Pipeworld

Spoiler: Surface map

Spoiler: Underground map

Spoiler: Zone Map

 

[Eralam]

Deep in the heart of the Pipeworld is a room like no other.

It is large, spacious, clean.

It could be a cafeteria, or a theater, or any one of a number of different things, given a little creativity and motivation.

Right now, the room is mostly empty. The chairs have all been pushed to the sides of the room. The lights are dim, and the holodisplays along the walls are silent. In the center of the room, heavy duraplast crates are stacked neatly. There are no living beings in the room.

That doesn't mean it's abandoned.

By the door, a shorty, stumpy astromech droid stands guard. It would have been comical, if not for the mean looking blaster rifle mounted to its dome. The fact that it's leveled at groin height for most beings won't be lost on those who enter. The little droid is silent, but practically twitching with energy.

In the center of the room, leaning against the crates, is a tall, skeletal, and lethal looking. On his left hip sits an ancient slugthrower revolver that was old when the original Empire rose to power. On his right hip is a weapon thought by most to be a myth in this day and age: a lightsaber. The droid's arms are crossed, the left hand nestled comfortably in the right armpit, a smoldering pipe in the right hand. Every now and again, the droid inserts the stem of the pipe in an aperture where its mouth should be. How it manages to smoke is anyone's guess, but a cloud of sweet smelling smoke creates a haze in the center of the room.

What would not be immediately obvious to most is the ancient Force presence that suffuses the room. The droid with the pipe is not just a droid. He is a Shard and an Iron Knight, an ancient Force using crystal embedded in the body of a war droid. He remembers the world before the Emperor. He remembers what true freedom looks like. And now he's ready to bring it back.

It's almost time for the meeting. Those who would resist the Empire are to meet here shortly. What happened once they got here was anyone's guess.

 

[Matreya]

Location: Pipeworld
Gear: Beskar'gam, Cloak of Nuun, Cater Coat, Tantibus, Kallig's Scorching Lightsaber, No-Show, 3 Betty Blasters, Gun Belt filled with ammunition and explosives

Damien had been jerked from the reality he had known, and placed into one he had never imagined. Through study and reconnaissance, he had come to understand this universe had a majorly different history, beginnin hundreds of years back, when the Emperor decimated every threat to his reign. This enforced a different kind of regime, one that lasted so long, that enemies of the Empire were a myth.

However, if Damien had a mirror copy in this place, as he had come to believe was possible, the Ancient Sith would have loved to interact - and eventually kill him. They both were old enough to have lived hundreds more years before the Emperor first came to fruition. As it was, he had no justification in his belief, so instead pondered his reactions had he been here during this Empires birth..

Returning his attentions to the present, Damien found himself midst a massive underground construct. Moving swift and sure, his mind correlating with his Force Shadow on a second:millisecond return - in other words, as time passed he took I'm everything, and needn't worry about danger as he approached a door.

Pausing before it, he straightened his coat, then cracked his neck. He knew the Droid was on the other side, and also held no fear of such. Through Tutaminis, such a shot could be absorbed, while a counter was developed. That also only came to play if danger ensued. At the moment, Damien was not hostile in any fashion, nor did he believe the one inside was - to him at least.

Opening the door, Damien slowly stepped inside.

[member="Eralam"]

 

[Kyber Salurra]

District 10: Pipeworld
Imperial Forces: Special Agent <REDACTED> || Call-sign: Demon
Mission Objective: AGENT MIA // ESCAPED FROM HOLDING - REPORT ON SIGHT
Gear: Tailored Peacekeeper Power Armor and Regulation Sidearm.


The Special Agent was getting no shortage of sideways glances and furrowed brows as he walked through the filthy streets of the Tenth District. What had gotten into him anyway? The Demon did not question, he merely obeyed his superiors, so what was this feeling? This itching in the back of his neck? It's as if this secondary mind had awakened something in his own. He was no longer the creation he once was. Something was different. Never would the Demon even think of breaking free of Imperial Custody before. He probably would've allowed them to execute him- no resistance given. So what was this? Why had-

"Make a right here."

The words cut through the K-072's mind like a knife. Never had the creation been lost in thought.

"Affirmative." was the response given by the Agent, obviously not to the other one's approval; "You're vocabulary never ceases to amaze me."

"You're annoying."

"Stop getting lost in this cramped head of yours and follow the tracker already. You're the one who's supposed to be from this place."

The annoying one was right, but Agent K-072 had bigger things on his mind. Just the fact that he could address that he had things to think about was a problem. It was a creation. Nothing more. Made in a tube and grown in a lab. The Demon had accepted this- or rather, it'd never even needed to acknowledge it. This outsider had unlocked something repressed in the Special Agent's mind and it was too busy going along for the ride to have addressed it until now.

The clone was created to serve the Empire. Nothing more, nothing less. An experiment. Now that the Empire had turned on the creation, what was it's purpose? What was it to do? Unfortunately it's thoughts were interrupted as they arrived at their destination. "Well we're here, you gonna open the door or am I going to have to take over?"

"I can handle this." The agent muttered with a hint of resentment. The other one seemed to get the picture though, as he stopped chattering in the Agent's head. It opened the door with no hesitation whatsoever, swinging open with speed. They took a step inside and glanced around beneath the security and suspicion of the helmet. There appeared to be only two present at first glance. They took another step in before the Agent realized there was more than the two normal sized men in the room. With ferocity the Agent swung it's right arm towards the small droid only to have it suddenly stop inches away from the droid's head, twitching in place. "Let's not break anything, shall we?" Kyber said in their collective mind. "We're guests here and not to mention fugitives. Let's not destroy the bouncer and piss this guy off."

After a few moments of the giant armored arm twitching in place above the droid's head the arm became still and slowly went back to it's side. They stood in the entryway and peered to the man. With a raised voice the agent announced to the man across the room,

"We're here as the Drone instructed upon our escape." If the small droid showed no signs of hostility after the declaration they'd venture further inside to approach the men.

// [member="Eralam"] //

 

[Aithne Charr]

Location: Pipeworld​

Allies: None​

Weapons: Lightsaber, Heklor-kok Pistol. (Both Hidden)​

Armor: None​

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He whistled softly as he walked through the place for which was called 'the pipeworld.' Quite accurately named if solan had to say so, his body moving through the pipes and looking for this meeting he had learned about after picking around for the last day. It was hard to determine though quite where these ones would be because he wanted to know more about this place before he did anything against its government. A rebellion was not always a righteous one and with his body moving through the dark, hand touching his hidden saber and pistol while he did.​

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The drone he had destroyed earlier likely was recovering itself sooner or later, his work having reduced it to an exploding junkpile but there was always the chance that they could recover its database and get his face from it. If so that chance was little to known of him getting out of this without it backfiring on him. Thus why he so chose to see why these people are so against their emperor. If they drew his attention, he might help them, if not... well then he would deal with that point when he came to it.​

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While he walked his body moved in tandem with another he noticed infront of him, curious where it was going. Only then when that body moved through a door did Solan follow and find himself right where he needed to be. His eyes falling on the age old droid with a smile. "This is a surprise."​

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[member="Eralam"]​

 

[Kay-Larr]

PIPEWORLD

Kay was led down this pipe by [member="The Page Master"] that was given instructions by a drone. An odd one at that. Behind her were the equally confused [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] and nearly naked [member="Vinskk Revamp"]. All three of them had appeared in close proximity to eachother not that long ago. And each of them wondered just how and why. Taking up the rear in the quintet of visitors was [member="Thrukk Gulpdar"] only he was from this Galaxy. Yet he was just as confused as the rest of them. No doubt he had wanted to wake up from all of this and go back to his normal life. But he couldn't. They knew that he was helping them.

A door lay in front of them. Kay just shrugged and opened it, waiting for a barrage of blaster bolt fire. But there was none. So she stepped inside the room, the mystery increasing as she saw the layout and who was inside.

[member="Eralam"]

 

[Eralam]

PIPEWORLD
RESISTANCE

"Howdy," Eralam said as the folks began to trickle in. "Y'all come in and make yourselves comfortable."

The Shard's relaxed body language and languid speech belied the urgency of the situation. He was a patient being. A few extra minutes were nothing to him.

He couldn't help but feel a little sorry for poor Luxum, the Shard in the droid by the door. No one ever took the little fellow seriously, despite the fact that he was an accomplished assassin in his own right. He was only so-so as a Force user, enough that hardly anyone even noticed he had a presence, but he made up for it by being wily as hell.

"As y'all might be aware, the Empire is not all warm hugs and kisses like they claim. It's been oppressing the hell out of Force users and every damn body else for over a century now, and I aim to do something about it. We'll go over the mission brief once everybody gets here, and anyone who wants to go with me will get some goodies for their trouble. Anyone who doesn't want to go can hole up here for a little while. It'll be a cold day in the Netherworld before those goosestepping bastards figure out this place exists, and you'll be safe enough.

[member="Lady Kay"]
[member="Solan Charr"]
[member="Kyber Salurra"]
[member="Darth Pikiran"]

 

[Azula Tindara]

[member="Lady Kay"]
[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]
[member="Vinskk Revamp"]
[member="Eralam"]

MIRROR THRUKK

Thrukk's glazed over expression was passed over the room. This was a dream, a bad dream. This couldn't be real, it couldn't. This evening he had been heading home from another productive shift. He had thought few thoughts, but carried out his work quickly and efficiently. That was perfection. Thrukk stumbled, but managed to catch himself before he fell. Over four hundred kilos in weight, and awkward fall could easily break bones.

He hand patted out to one side until it found a crate. His fingers latched on to the lip and guided his rump to a seat.

"Th' Empire is...the Empire is everythin'. Hoo coods ye dae somethin' abit 'at?" he asked incredulously. He looked around to see if there was anything to eat or drink. He'd skipped his dinner when the Peacekeepers had come calling. Perhaps some food would settle his jangling nerves.

 

[Vinskk Revamp]

PIPEWORLD

What the hell was he looking at?

Revamp glanced around the empty room, almost bumping into the astromech at the door that had it's gun pointed at his knees. He was still nearly naked, and beginning to feel cold again. The Trandoshan sighed silently to himself. This was probably one of the worst days of his life. Naked, unarmed, cold...what else was there in the growing list of problems plaguing our dear King?

Ah, the life debt.

As if on cue, Vinskk stared at Lady Kay, hatred and rage boiling up in his body. If he could only reach her and break her before that shiny guy or trash compactor by the door opened fire...

But that's not how this was going to work out.

He had to honor his dues. The Scorekeeper would frown upon slaughtering the one who saved his life. This was quite the predicament for the Slaver King. The tiny Human Senator was nearly the bane of Revamp's existence, and now he had to serve her, possibly sacrifice his life for hers...

What a day.

Vinskk looked around at the party around him. An old man, a young Human male, and a not-Thrukk Thrukk. Not to forget the Senator, of course, but how could he?

The figure in the middle of the room spoke.

The Trandoshan clicked lightly ans decided to listen to the briefing later. He might have a chance to redeem himself and wash the shame of this life debt out with the blood of other soldiers. The King spoke up to the Shard.

"I'll listen to you. But I need clothes."

The nearly naked lizard gestured at his body, scantily clad in only the balled up skirt that Kay provided.

It was cold.

[member="The Page Master"] [member="Eralam"] [member="Lady Kay"] [member="Thrukk Gulpdar"] [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

PIPEWORLD

How did one understand circumstances such as these, he wondered? One moment, he was home.... Safe... In a world of chaos, yes, but a world of freedom, a world where he could sit back, relax and smile after months spent fighting for what was right... Now... He, among others, had been transported to a world of supposed order. Order, yes, but restriction. Tyranny.

Control.

That was the best word for it. Control. Control over the galaxy, it's people, it's planets... All under the thumb of a single entity. That sounded like a pipe dream to supporters of the Republic at one point, as it would have guaranteed peace... But was it really? Power.... Power corrupts. Power drives one down the path of darkness. Power... Drives one mad. They no longer work with the idea of control... They crave it. They relish it. They need it. They hunger for it, and that greed drives them to measures that make an ideal no longer an ideal but a monstrosity.

That was the reality of this world, this realm, this universe.... This.... Galaxy... That he and so many others had been drawn into, plucked from the security that lay within the chaos and brought into a world of order and yet was beholden by control.

[member="The Page Master"] had led himself and [member="Lady Kay"] as well as others into this.... Area, that he - like many other areas - did not recognize. A sense of foreboding hung in the gut, the mind, the very being of the Jedi Master - who in just a decade and a half had grown up to come upon wisdom beyond his years, lived and breathed the art of service to a cause that he had felt was right, that had earned him the at-most-times prestigious rank of Jedi Master.... Which to him now, was less a rank.... And more a lifestyle. It wasn't just something that was there... It was a part of him. It was what made him who he was.... It was him. You couldn't say his name without thinking Jedi Master... It was his entire life. But not even a Jedi Master could be prepared for what may possibly await them in this juncture.

Upon their entry through the doors, the crowd would be hailed by a man... No... A droid? He wasn't sure. But he would listen to their words as they spoke, without a word, a sound on his part. He did what he had done many times before... Absorb information. In this case... It could be the very difference between life and death.

They talked about an empire... He had heard bits and pieces about it, but.... It began to make sense now. They were in another world... One ruled by said empire that had control over all... No wonder he had been told to hide his lightsaber elsewhere for the time being. The prejudice against Force Users would have caused him to be arrested on sight if he hadn't.

He still deigned to keep silent. For the time being. This situation... Interested him. But he would wait to hear more before he would choose a further course of action. A hand gently reached out and took that of Lady Kay's. Not in a romantic stance... But as he squeezed her hand, it would make it clear to her that a friend was there.... And that friend wasn't going away.

 

[Azula Tindara]

[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]
[member="Vinskk Revamp"]
[member="Lady Kay"]
[member="Eralam"]

"Ye aw dornt understand," Thrukk said suddenly. His huge head turned to look at each of the conspirators in turn.. "The empire isnae a hin' 'at can be destoryed. Everyain is th' empire. We waur born intae it, we've lived it. Ff ye try an' break th' empire yoo're fightin'...everyain. yoo're jist gonnae cause chaos. Ain if ye gie th' attention ay th' emperur himself..." Thrukk sighed. There were so many stories on the line of Emperors, and Empresses. There was power in that heritage, infinite power.

None could stand against that line. And yet, it suddenly occurred to Thrukk that he never heard of any other members of the royal family. There was just the one line of rulers. That was strange.

 

[Kay-Larr]

Kay listened to [member="Eralam"] as he spoke. So that's what they were brought here for. But how? And why was [member="Vinskk Revamp"] brought here too? He wasn't a hero by any means. He was a slaver, a brute and not to mention the newly crowned King of a planet that she tried to save from the Hutt Cartel. Maybe this was his punishment?

Poor [member="Thrukk Gulpdar"]. His choices had less consequences than theirs did. If they fight and lose, he'll suffer. If he stays and they lose, he'll suffer. If he decides to just go home, he'll suffer. Only if they win would he not have to worry about what could happen to him.

[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] had taken her hand and squeezed it. She looked at him and nodded, letting him know that she understood as she squeezed his hand back. Kay spoke quietly to him, "Let's start looking for some food for Thrukk and...much needed clothes for Vinskk."

[member="The Page Master"]

 

[Kyber Salurra]

District 10: Pipeworld
Imperial Forces: Special Agent <REDACTED> || Call-sign: Demon
Mission Objective: AGENT MIA // ESCAPED FROM HOLDING - REPORT ON SIGHT
Gear: Tailored Peacekeeper Power Armor and Regulation Sidearm.

The Agent didn't seem too thrilled about all this talk about destroying the Empire, and he showed it on his cowling face. He looked over the droid that seemed in-charge with hateful eyes. A man that he probably would've killed on the opposing side of this upcoming battle if he hadn't gotten stuck with an annoying hitchhiker.

The Agent approached the man slowly, the cowl still ever apparent on his face as the towering male made his way over to the droid. Even with the droids tall stature it was dwarfed compared to the armored creation the great galactic empire had crafted. The Demon was still in disbelief that he was even in this situation. He knew if he failed or disobeyed the Empire at any point he'd be killed, and he accepted that without hesitation. But then why? Why had he been so influenced by this irritating voice in his head to live? All these thoughts racing through the Agents head only served to fill his rage.

"If you are serious about taking on the Empire with such a small force as us then I will kill you now and spare the Empire the trouble of cleaning up our corpses. The Empire is unwavering. The Pillar of Order in the Galaxy. You will need more than this to take them down. Explain your plans."

As the Agent spoke his rage could be felt exuding out of him like a deathly aura. The last sentence was even spoken through gritted teeth. "Well that was a little much, don't you think? That might've been a personal record for syllables in a sentence." The other one quipped in their shared mind. "Resolve means nothing. Only superior force and power will take down the Empire."

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Kyber's 'roid-rage counterpart was right, but that didn't mean he had to like what his other half was saying. All the people that had gathered here since their arrival all seemed to look like they could hold their own in a fight, a few of them even seem like they might be of great use. But, this was an Empire they were taking on. Unless this droid had a secret stash of Jedi armies somewhere, this wasn't going to end well for anyone. As for Kyber, he had no idea what would happen to him if the big guy died. The situation he was in wasn't the easiest to comprehend. It was as if someone gave him some fish-eye lenses and strapped him into an eight foot version of himself that he had minimal control over. Sure, if he wanted to he could take over for the most part, but the big guy was already pissed off enough. All this was too much for Kyber to even want to process so he decided to take more of an observatory role- for the time being anyway. If the so-called 'poodoo' hit the proverbial fan, he knew he'd have to step in and take over for the team. Who knows what'd happen to Kyber if the other guy died, and Kyber wasn't the most anxious to find out.

// [member="Eralam"] //

 

[Eralam]

PIPEWORLD
RESISTANCE

"Alright, let's get one thing straight," Eralam said, his Force presence hardening and sharpening as he spoke. It went from being a diffuse cloud to something not unlike the Sword of Damocles, ready to come crashing down if needed. He was counting on the fact that his presence in the Force was, to most organics, so utterly vast and alien that the jumpy fellow would think twice before making a move. If he decided to attack anyway, the Colt would be in the Shard's hand in the blink of an eye. The old revolver could put down a Wookiee. One little human shouldn't be much of a problem, especially since so few these days actually knew how to wield the Force as a weapon. In his experience, even the best Imps wouldn't have passed as Padawans in the old days. It was always possible the wily old bastard of an Emperor had finally let someone competent out of the cage, but that was a risk Eralam was willing to take.

"If any of y'all wanna get froggy, all I gotta say is jump. Go ahead and get it out of the way now, let your friends mourn yer dumb ass, and then get on with their lives. In the mean time..."

He kicked a crate over to the nearly naked Trandoshan and popped the top with a flicker of will and intent. It opened to reveal what might have been Jedi robes, if not for the fact that they were dyed various shades of dark gray, green, and brown.

"It ain't much, but it's a damn sight better than a skirt, buddy. If anyone's hungry, we've got some multispecies rations too. Tastes like crap, but it's calories. Or so I'm told."

He slid another crate over, and summoned some chairs from along the wall and motioned for everyone to have a seat.

This was yet another example of organics being strange. In retrospect, with all the weirdness floating around as of late, it shouldn't be a surprise that the only folks desperate enough to turn up were more concerned with finding answers than freedom. Well, either he could use them, or he couldn't. Only time will tell.

Once everyone was seated, he turned towards the clothed Trandoshan, [member="Thrukk Gulpdar"].

"Lemme ask you something: what's the easiest way to destroy a building? Would you rather just throw a bunch of explosives at it and hope for the best, or would you weaken it from the inside in a controlled manner? We're not gonna do this thing in one night, and I promise we're not the only ones trying."

[member="Vinskk Revamp"]
[member="Kyber Salurra"]
[member="Lady Kay"]
[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]

 

[Nefertari Sovint]

PIPEWORLD

It had been like a maze, but Nefertari and the group from the jazz club had finally made it to the rebellion. She guessed [member="Ascendant"] was still catching up to them.

The Jedi heard [member="Eralam"] ask a question as she strode in, clad in the robes of a Jedi, two hilts hanging from her belt. The other two were concealed.

The best way to destroy a machine of oppression, like the Empire, is to expose its wrongdoing and remove the key components from the equation. She thought

The force was strong here. The Jedi felt at peace again.


She noticed [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"], Gherron's master

Gherron...Nefertari wondered where he was now.
No, now was not the time for that. She needed to focus on bringing down this blasted empire.

 

[Ascendant]

Ascendant had fallen behind, not being as quick as an organic he had only just now caught up now. He was glad to have finally found the Rebellion. At last he could free himself and his family from the Empire, he hoped to prove himself, he didn't see them trusting him which would have been understandable.

Ascendant was not doing well compared to what he was fully capable of, the removal of direct contact with his ships slowed his processing and made it difficult to think straight. He was thankful to [member="Nefertari Sovint"] for bringing him here. He hadn't thought he would ever have found the Rebels and therefore would probably never really free himself from his newly realized chains.

He turned to Nefertari and said quietly, "Thank you for helping me find this place. I appreciate your willingness to bring me along."

 

[Azula Tindara]

[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"]
[member="Ascendant"]
[member="Nefertari Sovint"]
[member="Eralam"]
[member="Lady Kay"]
[member="Darth Pikiran"]

Thrukk looked down at his feet when Eralam finished addressing him. Was this....was this cowardice? To take up arms against the Empire just didn't sit well. His massive chest heaved as he took a deliberately deep breath. He had been offered a choice. That was something he had never experienced before. No one got to make significant choices. You were born and appraised and placed into the carer the Empire saw fit for you. He swung his hammer, he worked his tools. No one had offered him a choice like this before. Thrukk wasn't sure how to handle it.

Then again, did he really have a choice? If he left he had still done enough to be sent for emotional realignment. He wasn't so dense to think he would come back from that the same. If he even came back at all. Still just offering the choice...that meant a lot.

"Alrecht aam on board wi' ye. Jist teel me whit tae dae," Thrukk said, holding his head high for once. He turned to the strange lady he'd found being accosted drones, offering her a small nod.

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

The Jedi Master would look toward [member="Lady Kay"] and shoot her a small, yet reassuring smile. They had no clue where they were, or if they would be home for quite some time - the least he could do was reassure her that at the very least, they had each other. A friend was always nice to have...

This whole thing was still just confusing. He could sense darkness from the one who entered the room, but didn't speak, even as they did... He didn't know what to say, for once the Jedi Snarkinator was speechless. He was still trying to figure out just how to wrap his head around this entire thing.

An Empire... An Empire that ruled everything. How did one defeat that? Even he wasn't entirely sure...

But... Perhaps it's defeat was their ticket to getting home?

 

[Kay-Larr]

PIPEWORLD

A rebellion. And not just a small one either. More people were coming and that in itself was a good thing. It meant more help. She smiled a little back to [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] and then bowed her head to [member="Thrukk Gulpdar"]. Good. He was wanting to help. She rather liked this version of him. Her eyes then moved to [member="Vinskk Revamp"]. At least he could get some clothes on now. She'll probably have to burn that skirt or give it a thorough cleaning. Either way, she wasn't putting it back into her satchel.

Now for the affirmation of her help. The success of this mission could be the only thing that could help them get home. She didn't want to be stuck here forever, especially if they lost. To be ruled over by such an Empire would be...torture.

Kay looked to [member="Eralam"] and spoke up. "I will help too."

[member="Kyber Salurra"] [member="Nefertari Sovint"] [member="Ascendant"]

 

[Ascendant]

Ascendant listened to the others give their help. He was surprised, not by the people taking part, but how quickly they were throwing their lots in with the Rebels. But then again he was someone to talk. He had followed the Empire blindly for quite some time. Now he too was joining. He spoke, "For what it is worth, you have my aid."

He kept his statement loud enough to be heard, but gentle. He did not want to appear proud, after all he was nothing compared to these organics. They were infinitely more complex than himself, he was merely an attempt to copy them. He would aid where he could, but he knew that his abilities in this sort of warfare would oddly out of place.

[member="Eralam"] [member="Lady Kay"] [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] [member="Thrukk Gulpdar"] [member="Nefertari Sovint"]