Being a Tool for the Rightful (Sith)

[Matreya]

Thule
Damien & crew prepping for battle
Late evening​

Sitting deep in meditation, inside the Arcangel's designated chambers, was Lord Daemos. Garbed in a large robe of deep jet black silks that draped low on his head and body, his mind flew ahead of himself in the near future.

Far sight was a talent he had known long enough to be versed in its uses, though he was no where near an avid user, let alone an overtly talented one.

Clouds filled his mind, booming thunder sounded, and fire appeared before him. Images flew and swirled, entwining and mixing to create confusing emotional reactions at possibilities that could never truly be understood by one such as he.

A few other things stood out though, namely, an army standing before him with weapons drawn and ready to fire. Fenrir laying unconscious, a wound on her chest where blood seeped profusely. Dozer running towards him while yelling his name..

Jerked from his reverie, Damien gasped for breath as he noticed how tight his joints were and the sheen of sweat pooling on numerous points along his person. More time had passed than he had perceived while in his trance, that was clear.

Slowly rising from his crouch, Damien spun on his heel and headed for the door. Once through, he tapped a comlink that rested in the bowl of his ear, "Dozer, Fen, gather the crew. Tell them I said to meet me in the hangar."

"Damien, honey, you saw what we saw. Multiple times during this one you're going to face serious dangers. Ones you wont walk away from!" Lesley whispered from nearby, her eyes filled with sorrow at the idea that one she loved would be forced to die.

"D...please...tell Duke to stay behind.." Gamer made his own opinions known.

"Les, Im going. G, you know I will warn them all of the impending futures, but its their decisions in the end." Damien stated then returned to his previous pace.

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"Thats a whole lot to take in.." Duke said, the story of his possible death, among the rest, sinking deep.

"Gamer says to make you stay behind." Damien said slowly, gauging his allies response.

"Feth that. Josh, would you have left Damien to fight alone? Exactly. Let me defend our brother." Duke said, eyes wandering the rooms birth, speaking directly to the spirit he knew to be present.

Gamer sighed and smiled from his position in the corner.

"Alright. So, anyone planning to stay?" Damien asked, to an out burst of rambunctious laughter, suffering multiple slaps on the back as each man or woman passed.

"We will follow you. Not to die, but to protect you." Fenrir murmured softly as she draped her arms loosely around his neck. Placing a loving, soft and warm kiss on his lips, she smiled then wiped his bottom lip in a caress with the side of her thumb. She to passed then, moving to finish gathering her gear alongside the others.

Dragging his hand against the back of his neck, he sighed, "Not worthy.." He left the semi spoken thought hanging.

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"A holo, and a scroll? Awesome. Let's go!" Fenrir called at the last of the missions description, leaping from the opened exit ramp, her Beskar'gam would aid in her fall thanks to the jet pack provided.

One after another, each of his crew leapt off, and into the swirling night sky on Thule.