Burning Balmorra

[Placeholder 04]

This was it. The final into something bigger. The beginning of the end for the Sith Empire, as Cyril saw it. Many had heard his call, and they had pledged their allegiance to the cause. Never before had the Jedi Knight felt such a strong connection to so many strangers - men and women hoping for the very thing he was working toward. He spoke of peace with the Sith, this was true, but something else drove him. He wanted to see this Empire thrive - not some Remnant on the edge of the galaxy, but a legacy that his father could be proud of.

Not that the late Moff deserved it, but he had done everything in his power to secure his children's safety before his death. Cyril was certainly feeling a connection to his father's heritage far more than his mother's as of late.

The shuttle would approach Balmorra's production facility just outside of Sobrik in quick time. The factory's workers would all be out for lunch in this wing, giving his people just enough time to do what needed to be done. There was no doubt [member="Darth Arcis"] would show. The Sith had postured enough to make it clear he was intent on stomping out the resistance - the Imperials would see just the opposite.

It had been quite some time since the Jedi Knight had seen the old Dark Lord. He'd served under him numerous times in his childhood. It was a sort of reckoning to meet him once more; the force had an odd way of bringing things full circle.

Cyril sat cross legged in his chair, eyes slowly drifting open as they approached the drop point.

"Is everyone ready?"

[member="Urya Uvatera"], [member="Ceska Starshield"], [member="Thane Drexel"], [member="Cyrene Miles"], [member="Hans Vaiden"], [member="Tmoxin Temi"], [member="Cylus Jest"]

 

[Thane Drexel]

[member="Cyril Grayson"] [member="Urya Uvatera"], [member="Ceska Starshield"], [member="Cyrene Miles"], [member="Hans Vaiden"], [member="Tmoxin Temi"], [member="Cylus Jest"]


Thane throttled back as the shuttle full of his new compatriots neared the LZ. Cyril spoke to the group and Thane toggled the green light in the hold to signal the arrival.

"Alright ladies and gents, we got ourselves a few good minutes before we get visitors. Make it quick and we will be on our way home to booze and bread. Allonsy!!"

 

[Urya Uvatera]

Urya was not going to be caught unawares this time. She's managed to rustle up an attack rifle-blaster, which was lovingly slung over her shoulders by a strap at the moment. Two hand helds fit snugly around her hips. She didn't want her mind to slip, so the Cyborg had been very careful about her personality chips. Letting Adenine take over had been useful for the time being back at the medical base, but Urya needed to be sharp. Sharp. Pointy. Scissors. Ehehehehe NO!

She thumbed through the chips nestled in their compartment in her arm, popping two out and neatly inserting them into her forehead panel. She leaned back a second, letting the rush of information wash over her like an electrified wave. The first sang weaponry usage--tactics, maintenance, aiming, how best to use the weapons she had, etc. She was a gunnery on legs, as far as that first chip was concerned.

The second chip was a personality dampener. Not only to keep the personality of the first chip in check, but for Urya's own manic self. She hated this one, always feeling suffocated and unable to freely express herself, but the job at hand demanded that she kept her focus.

When the cyborg processed both chips and sat up, her face was set in a stony, focused glower. She took her rifle, checking it over with meticulous fingers, and readied herself.

Once [member="Thane Drexel"] had signaled that they were ready to go, Urya was out of the pod and on the ground, blaster rifle held tight to her shoulder. All of her bionics were running smoothly, finally able to complete the task at hand without the annoyance that was a human personality jamming up the works. "Lead the way."

[member="Thane Drexel"]
[member="Cyril Grayson"]
[member="Ceska Starshield"]
[member="Cyrene Miles"]

 

[huggin_munnin]

Thane Drexel's voice brought her out of her meditative trance and Ceska Starshield's eyes slowly opened to the scene in the passenger cabin. She was ready, her fear and nerves eased by the calm reassurance of the Force. There is no death, there is the Force. She watched Urya insert memory chips into a socket and a second or two later, she snapped into a new kind of focus.

On her left hip, this time, was the E-9 blaster pistol. In it's usual place on her right was her lightsaber. There would be no point in hiding it because a Sith Lord would know as surely as water was wet. Still, the blaster could have it's uses too.

"Ready."

[member="Urya Uvatera"]
[member="Thane Drexel"]
[member="Cyril Grayson"]
[member="Cyrene Miles"]
[member="Cylus Jest"]
[member="Darth Arcis"]
[member="Tmoxin Temi"]

 

[Darth Eversor]

For this Empire, I bear my rifle.​

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For this banner, I give my life.​

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But most importantly, I give my life for my brothers in arms.​

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They are my guardians, my support, my family.​

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Without them I am useless.​

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9CzcOcBb_ms​

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There was only so much you could ask a man to do for his flag, his banner. Rovasus couldn't forgive himself for what he had done. He sat all by his lonesome with his helmet in his hands, staring into the visor with tears welling up in his eyes. The Sith... this was their fault and there wasn't anywhere else to look but in their rotten, misguided direction. Captain Vonstrogg had committed the ultimate sin of killing the very same men and women that bled for their Imperial banner.

The Remnant was a dying cause, that much was true. But they didn't deserve to die - not the ones Rovasus had put down himself. He simply followed the flow of the wave that demanded the assets and all that the Remnant held as valuable. He could still remember their bodies and exactly how they looked on the ground in their scorched armor. His bolts had hit their torsos and pierced their domes. He was a murderer of his own kin in arms.

It had been a difficult decision, but the chrome-clad Captain couldn't go on any longer serving under the Sith and their careless nature. They were the ones that deserved to be in the fallen Stormtrooper's places. Even the cloak that he donned felt soiled and ruined by their blood; the innocent droplets that should have never fallen.

Captain Vonstrogg had caught wind of the rogue Jedi's message before, and he thought on it long and hard. A tear streamed down the veteran's face as he placed the chrome helmet back onto his head and came up with a solution. The Sith must die, and the Empire must rise.

Picking himself up, the Captain slung his T-21 over his shoulder by the strap and walked towards the exit of the locker room he was in. Time for personal reflections was over. The time for a rebellion had begun. The deaths of the men and women Rovasus was responsible for may not ever be forgiven, but this could be a start.

Or he would die trying to atone for his crimes.

[member="Cyril Grayson"] [member="Ceska Starshield"] [member="Urya Uvatera"] [member="Thane Drexel"] [member="Darth Arcis"] [member="Tmoxin Temi"]

 

[Cyrene Miles]

The Sniper was calm. Of course she was, the time for worry and thought was over, now was the time to act, no point getting all wound up. This had been scheduled to coincide with the end of her previous shift. She'd gone off duty as usual and then gone to join the rebels. She was largely resigned to being caught this time. She wasn't doing this without her armour, and her armour could be tracked. It wouldn't be yet though, there was no reason for anyone to suspect her, so while they could look at logs after to figure out who had committed this act of treason, for now she was no security risk.

Her part was straightforward. In full and immaculate stormtrooper attire, beloved and intimidating rifle slung over her back, put on her best I'm just following orders intractable face, not that it would be seen beneath the helmet currently on her lap, and get the door opened for a surprise inspection.

Granted considering no one seemed to be even attempting to be anything but Rebels she wasn't entirely certain how that was going to go over. Cyrils Padawan had her lightsaber in full view. Well, Sith could wear whatever colours they liked, it didn't have to be black it just usually was. Perhaps she could pretend this was a Sith Apprentice. Possible. The maybe-droid had her weapon out already. Well, if she was a contractor they could have itchy trigger fingers.

Still. Most of Cyrene was absolutely sure that this was not going to go to plan. Their hearts might have been in the right place but they didn't have the training. The discipline. To plan or not, it would be successful.

"Ready."

Brown eyes took in Cyril again before helmet went on head and with back straight and military precision the Sniper rose and moved off the shuttle, heading for the emergency entrance as they'd planned. She hit the buzzer, and was in a moment or two met by a rather annoyed looking Overseer, who did something of a double-take when faced with the notorious blank white mask.

"Yes?"

"Emergency inspection."

"I wasn't informed of any inspection."

"Not my job or problem."

"Well but surely-"

"We received word this facility may be compromised. Surely you don't have anything you don't want us to find that you would need warning to take care of?"

Her pronunciation was immaculate, the usual drawl almost entirely gone unless you were looking for it. In it's place was subtle menace. She didn't much like this, but it would account for the weapons the others had on display, and likely make him much more cooperative.

"I- no! No of course not! Inspection, yes, right away."

He stepped back, out of the way allowing them entrance.

[member="Rovasus Vonstrogg"] [member="Ceska Starshield"] [member="Urya Uvatera"] [member="Thane Drexel"] [member="Cyril Grayson"]

 

[Taa Nul]

Just before the assault on the Balmorran production facility would begin, the Count had arrived in orbit above Balmorra within a massive Lucrehulk-class Carrier aptly named the ''Pride of Serenno''. Imperial patrols were of no concern to him, he'd made the appropriate arrangements and bribes to ensure his part in this great scheme would go unhindered. A trio of three C-9979 landing craft were deployed from the massive hangar bays of the carrier, each filled with a full battalion of B1 Battle Droids and several Armored Assault Tanks he'd prepared JUST for this occasion, along with the Count himself and a contingent of Mandalorian Mercenaries he'd hired to assist in the attack upon the production facility.

The landing craft slowly descended towards the planetary surface below, the Count going over the strategy with his mercenaries one final time to ensure there'd be no slip ups.

''Alright, remember the goal. We are to assault the Vong and Sith forces defending the production facility just outside of Sobrik. This is a morale destroying operation, so no civilian casualties and ensure that the battle does not spread too far away from the factory.''

The Mandalorian leader nodded his head, quietly going over the mission details on his datapad before readying his weapon. The three landing craft soon touched down on the surface, a short distance away from the facility. The boarding ramps quickly lowered, with two AAT's deploying from each of the three C-9979's. Each pair of tanks was followed by at least two-hundred B1 battle droids, each group commanded by two OOM-series Command Droids. The tanks were the first to begin the assault, raining a surprise volley of heavy blaster cannon fire upon the Vong and Sith defenses around the factory, before being followed by the charging mass influx of B1 Battle Droids who proceeded to begin their attack while the enemy were still reeling from the confusion of the sudden tank assault. The operation had begun in full force....

Rovasus Vonstrogg Ceska Starshield Urya Uvatera Thane Drexel Cyril Grayson

 

[Darth Arcis]

It was never the wisest idea to drop an entire army on the planet belonging to a Sith Lord. Especially when he had a whole fleet in orbit consisting of nearly a dozen Imperial Star Destroyers and combat support craft. When a triad of ancient, archaic Separatist vessels started angling down into the orbit of Balmorra, Darth Arcis took notice. Even though the Lord was already groundside with his commandos, communications officers made it a priority to notify their sovereign.

"Relocate assets of the reinforcement garrison to intercept our mechanical companions," he growled. "I want them melted down into spare parts so I can forge myself a nice pair of sunglasses to wear while I burn their homes and families."

The Imperial Commando, Roach, was standing nearby his lord in the landing zone and just had to glance Dranok's direction when he spoke. The thought instantly came to mind, the fact that droids didn't have families or homes, but he merely kept his mouth shut and kept his eyes peeled. There had been nothing in sight in the past few minutes and the twelve man commando squad had secured the area more precisely than Emperor Palpatine's bathroom.

[member="Count Morcus"], [member="Cyrene Miles"], [member="Rovasus Vonstrogg"], [member="Ceska Starshield"], [member="Urya Uvatera"], [member="Cyril Grayson"]

 

[Placeholder 04]

He's coming.

Cyril, [member="Urya Uvatera"], [member="Ceska Starshield"], and [member="Cyrene Miles"] made their way past the entrance with little issue. Clearance was a lovely thing to have in this sort of situation. The errant Jedi Master ran his fingers over the hilt of his lightsaber stuffed within the nethers of his coat. The cold metal was comforting to the touch as they cleared the entrance.

The factory was mostly empty. The majority of the workers were off on lunch, as planned. They had roughly half an hour to do what needed to be done. If things went well, it would only take half that time - things going well meaning that the Sith Lord remained distracted by their unexpected ally.

The arrival of [member="Count Morcus"] was unexpected, but it had not gone unnoticed. Cyril took note of the Count's forces landing on the planet via datapad. That would split the Sith forces, and hopefully make things move along smoothly. He keyed in to [member="Thane Drexel"]'s comm.

"The droids that are landing, help them out. Keep any Ties off them while they stall the Sith forces." He ordered, eyeing one of the massive cooling vats just beyond the assembly line.

The vat was easily the size of three X-wings stacked on top of one another. It was massive, terribly expensive, and very, very vulnerable. He cast his gaze to those walking along with him.

"The Sith knows we're here. He's going to attack. Ceska and I will hold him off, Cyrene, try and keep his soldiers from killing anyone. Urya, I'll trust you to set the charge - this is resting on your shoulders. You have my faith."

[member="Rovasus Vonstrogg"]

 

[huggin_munnin]

"I can feel him out there," the Padawan replied with her eyes on the entranceway. She had experienced the tell-tale disturbance a second or two after the more experienced Master Jedi. Her eyes shifted back to Cyril "I assume we are going to head him off?" It would only make sense to do so, buying Urya time to plant the detonite. Her hand casually went to rest on her lightsaber hilt but didn't unhook it.

No, still too early for that but she was ready to put the sizzling energy beam into use in a second or less. Jedi reflexes were handy for that. Jedi extra sensory perception was also extraordinarily useful. Hers told her the Dark presence was approaching quickly. There too were others but not nearly as malevolent nor as powerful.

"He might be bringing bodyguards."

[member="Cyril Grayson"]
[member="Darth Arcis"]
[member="Count Morcus"]
[member="Cyrene Miles"]
[member="Rovasus Vonstrogg"]
[member="Urya Uvatera"]
[member="Thane Drexel"]

 

[Urya Uvatera]

Once they had reached the Vat, Urya didn't even reply to Cyril's words of encouragement. She found the components she needed, and began carefully quilting her prized explosive. A tack stitch there of solder from the tool that flipped from her wrist; a long, tight blanket stitch of wiring...

This explosive was earning a lot of love. Urya felt, in the stuffy confines of her mind, as if she was carefully creating the world's worst girlfriend--sweet and docile so long as you did as she wanted. But with the right code phrase (break-up note over comm), she could rip the world asunder.

[member="Ceska Starshield"]
[member="Cyril Grayson"]

 

[Thane Drexel]

"Affirmative."

Thane swung the ship around and headed out to intercept the incoming TIE fighters. The droid army flooded into the area and began fighting the Sith troops. As Thane's ship lined up, he let loose the cannons on the TIE before him. He was deadly with his aim and dropped the first in one burst. He began peppering the others, aiming to break them from their path.

"Get going you clankers!!!"

Thane would need to keep his ship in line with the movements of the TIE. They were far faster, but their speed made turns more difficult. They'd need wide arcs, and that's where Thane had the advantage. He could shift from defense to attack in between passes. His key to surviving.


[member="Urya Uvatera"][member="Ceska Starshield"][member="Cyril Grayson"][member="Darth Arcis"][member="Count Morcus"][member="Cyrene Miles"][member="Rovasus Vonstrogg"]

 

[Dish]

Guarding one [member="Urya Uvatera"] was the group's heavy hitter. Loaded for bear with a small armory the cloned super-soldier kept his eyes peeled. He'd kept quiet for the entirety of the mission thusfar and stayed well behind his charge, but now the skull-visored trooper was well within her view. As she delicately prepared the explosive he racked the DB-08's charging handle and primed the blaster in preparation for what he saw as nothing short of inevitable.

Dish still wasn't on board with [member="Cyril Grayson"]'s "new Empire plan", he was a soldier of the Republic, born and bred. But Cyril's actions had the potential to bring the One Sith to their knees as those they worked so hard to subjugate rose up against them. Worlds would burn, their temples would crumble, the Dark Lord would hang in the street. The monsters that had killed his brothers off over the past decade and driven his "father" to insanity would be on their knees.

Then, as they reached out for mercy, the Republic could cut they dying beast's throat.

[member="Thane Drexel"] [member="Ceska Starshield"] [member="Cyril Grayson"] [member="Darth Arcis"] [member="Count Morcus"] [member="Cyrene Miles"] [member="Rovasus Vonstrogg"]

 

[Taa Nul]

The area round the manufactory soon turned into a full fledged warzone between the Count's droid army and the Sith forces guarding the crucial facility. The Count launched the next phase of his attack plan. While his droid forces kept Darth Arcis and his troops busy on the battlefield, another wave of landing craft deployed from the Count's orbital Lucrehulk carrier and made landfall upon the surface, this time reinforced by a full wing of five Vulture-droid Starfighters which proceeded in a full aerial assault upon the auto-turret defenses that protected the manufactory, to buy the sabotage team within more time to carry out their work.

The newly landed troop transports off-loaded the next batch of battle droids. Amongst another 400 B1 battle droids that had arrived which already began to swarm into the battlefield, these transports were also carrying a deadly cargo of 100 fully armed B2 Super Battle Droids each and another contingent of around 30 Mandalorian mercenaries, who joined the group that had arrived previously, together numbering around 50 men, in a surprise jetpack attack from the skies upon the confused Sith troops already tied up by the Count's droid forces. The Count and his military advisers sent tactical commands to his forces on the battlefield from the safety of the command room within one of the landing craft, a small shield generator being deployed to project a defensive barrier around the landing zone to keep any would-be commandos or Sith Lords away from the important site, though it allowed his own troops to pass through should the need arise. Fifty of the B2 super battle droids which'd arrived in the recent landing also stayed behind to protect the Count and the landing craft. He wasn't stupid, that much was obvious.

In regards to the fleet above Balmorra, the Count had also prepared for this eventuality. He had drawn their attention away from the ground assault with a combination of small hired mercenary fleet attacks and appropriate bribes here and there. The loss of his Lucrehulk, should it occur, would also prove insignificant in the greater scheme of things. The Count had great plans indeed, and the loss of one ship was inconsequential. The Count's private Geonosian Fighter, affixed with a cloaking device acquired just for the occasion, was quietly flown to the planetary surface should the Count need to make a speedy exit.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LtP5lSQgll8

Thane Drexel Ceska Starshield Cyril Grayson Darth Arcis Count Morcus Cyrene Miles Rovasus Vonstrogg [member="Dish"]

 

[Darth Arcis]

Dranok wasn't here to wage a war, and the small holographic projector in the Lambda-class shuttle depicted large sums of droid soldiers and fleets making their way to Balmorra - all with hostile intentions towards his operations on the planet and with terrorizing innocent civilians. If these people wanted a war, then Darth Arcis could and would give them one should they choose to continue. Over eighty thousand Stormtroopers and other ground combat personnel were being shuttled all across the planet and it merely took a single word to bring that weight of authority on a single region. Not to mention the possibility of an orbital bombardment, and further thought made that even more pleasing to think about.

It sure had been a while since he'd turned an entire continent into nothing but rubble, wreckage, and the decaying remains of a civilization that once prospered in peace. Dranok was willing to kill innocent people because these pathetic mongrels wanted to hide with them, and all that would do was turn the populace against both sides. What average Joe farmer wanted to harbor a criminal that could spell doom for an entire community?

But he wouldn't operate that way - not unless he had to.

"Roach, it's about time we move out and cut off the head of this snake." Dranok coughed wretchedly again, wiping the spittle away with a black robe sleeve. "Break out the speeder bikes and let's get on the move."

"Yes, sir. You heard 'im, boys. Let's move out!"

A dozen Imperial Commandos and their Lord pulled an equal number of 74-Z speeder bikes before boarding them and heading out. Even without the Sith Lord, it was a force to be reckoned with. These Commandos were specifically created and trained to hunt down Jedi and their plethora of unsavory supporters with extreme prejudice - and no, Dranok wasn't sexist, he'd kill the women just as hard.

[member="Count Morcus"], [member="Dish"], [member="Thane Drexel"], [member="Urya Uvatera"], [member="Ceska Starshield"], [member="Cyril Grayson"], [member="Cyrene Miles"], [member="Rovasus Vonstrogg"]

 

[Cyrene Miles]

Keep his soldiers from killing anyone. Well that was well and proper vague. Which anyone? There were a lot of anyones to cover for one woman with a rifle. Looked like the droid-woman had enough heavy backup that she should be fine unless too many opponents were let into the factory.

Best course of action then. If both Jedi were perking up like lightning rods in a storm, chances were the storm knew where they were too, so assume any stealth was lost. The Sith would be leading his troops here like an akk dog on a trail. Evacuate anyone left in the building and lock it down. Both these things could be accomplished together. Moving at a light trot the Sniper headed for the control booth. The gent who'd let them in looked suitably alarmed when she burst in.

"Out."

She growled, rifle in hand.

"But-"

"Now."

There was something particularly worrying about how level her voice stayed even when growling out a command. It reminded people of exactly what she did for a living, that most of the time when she saw them they were nothing but small figures in her scopes. He fled. Some basic Imperials commands were the same across facilities. She keyed in the evacuation sequence, which included locking down all the doors in the building, except the one she specified, the same emergency entrance they'd come in through. It wouldn't stop dedicated breachers, it certainly wouldn't have stopped her, but it would give them warning and buy them time. There would be no stealth units infiltrating the building. As the klaxons rang out, the few remaining staff, for a facility like this was never entirely empty, fled. The emergency doors she'd not left open would allow exit, but not entrance.

Which now meant there was one entrance, one side of the building fully open to attack, and it happened to be the same one Cyril and his Padawan would be located near. Staying on the upper floor of the building, but not the roof, never the roof when there were enemies in the sky, the Sniper found a window in an office with an acceptable view. With one sweep the pushed the contents of the rooms desk onto the floor and moved the desk itself over to the window. Opening it, she lay prone on the desk, watching the ground and skies. A solid enough hit from her baby could take even a small ship out of the sky.

Since the klaxons might well mean the factory was about to do just what the Rebels intended, it was unlikely any workers coming back early would go anywhere near it. This ought to keep them out of the coming fight.

[member="Darth Arcis"] [member="Count Morcus"] [member="Dish"] [member="Thane Drexel"] [member="Urya Uvatera"] [member="Ceska Starshield"] [member="Cyril Grayson"] [member="Rovasus Vonstrogg"]

 

[Placeholder 04]

"Destroy the vat. Ceska and I have the Sith."

This was the final step. Stop the Sith Lord. Halt Balmorra's production. Cripple the One Sith's war machine. All they needed to do was stop this Sith Lord from getting in the way, far easier said than done. Still, he'd fought countless other Sith Lords in his day - what was on more?

The snap-hiss of Cyril's lightsaber roared over the clamor that was the factory. Any who remained tuned their heads to see what was likely the first Jedi they'd ever come across. Then they ran for whatever they might have considered was safety.

So long as none of them died, Cyril didn't care where they went.

He strode out the single pathway, coming to halt just at the entrance of the factory. No doubt the Sith would arrive very soon.

"Take him from behind if you can."

[member="Ceska Starshield"], [member="Cyrene Miles"], [member="Darth Arcis"], @Rosavus Vonstrogg, [member="Count Morcus"], [member="Dish"], [member="Thane Drexel"], [member="Urya Uvatera"],

 

[huggin_munnin]

Ceska followed into the main entranceway, unhooking her hilt but not yet igniting it. The distinctive cyan glow would be a dead giveaway. With a nod, she peeled off into the shadows of the corridor to await the arrival of Arcis, Dark Lord of the Sith. Here she would spring her trap on the Sith. Here, she would accomplish what she had wanted to for a long time. She crouched and awaited, a leopard waiting to ambush it's prey....

[member="Cyril Grayson"][member="Cyrene Miles"][member="Darth Arcis"][member="Count Morcus"]@Dish@Thane Drexel[member="Urya Uvatera"]

 

[Urya Uvatera]

The cyborg woman hadn't even taken heed to her silent protector behind her as she worked, covering the vat in a web of explosive materials. One last block of it was wrapped in wire, but set on a long line that connected to the rest of her web. She chucked it inside the vat, carefully feeding it deeper by the line. Once it was secured, she turned to [member="Dish"] .

"I am ready. I have it set to my own frequency for detonation. We should move far away before I say the trigger phrase." She tapped her head, slinging her blaster rifle up in her metal hand. "I will follow you."

[member="Cyril Grayson"] [member="Ceska Starshield"] [member="Darth Arcis"] [member="Thane Drexel"] [member="Count Morcus"] [member="Cyrene Miles"]

 

[Dish]

"Stay close." Ordered the titan, the helmet turning his voice cold and mechanized as he spoke. Shouldering the rifle he motioned for her to follow as he began jogging forward. To Dish what was a light jog could've been a full sprint to [member="Urya Uvatera"], which he took note of as he slowed his pace and kept his eyes glued on his surroundings, looking for any sign of trouble that would come their way. While the soldier was fine with guard duty, he wanted to be on the front now more than ever, taking the fight to the Sith military himself instead of letting [member="Count Morcus"]'s droids handle the trouble, but he was sure he'd get his fair share of war today.

Keying the communications channel he broadcast directly to [member="Cyril Grayson"], "Charges set, requesting additional objectives."

"Preferably combat."

The last bit hung in the air as the Dread Guard made an attempt at being humorous in the best way he could. Mentally he ranted on about how boring not butchering all those in his path made things, and how this was supposed to be fun, but like any good soldier he kept his griping to himself for now so he could gripe up the chain of command later, one never griped to their subordinates. Or equals, in this particular case. Or superiors during a mission. There were rules and such.

Cutting off the nonsensical mental rambling Dish snapped himself back into focus and slowed his pace for Urya's sake and patiently awaited his next task.

[member="Ceska Starshield"] [member="Cyrene Miles"] [member="Darth Arcis"] [member="Rovasus Vonstrogg"]