Catching Rumors

[Varian Alaric]

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Objective: Pursue rumors of Jedi​

Equipment:​

Rakghoul Armor​

2x Lightsabers​

Status: Neutral​

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The transport rumbled and vibrated as it made it's descent through the atmosphere of the planet below, Skye. The terrestrial body has been within one of the first dozen planetary systems that the First Order had claimed as it's own through right of conquest to make a fallen empire anew. Even at a quarter of the size of the Galactic Empire of eon's ago, the galactic conglomerate had amassed hundreds of kilometers of fleets with millions on millions of military and naval personnel. It spanned countless systems in the western half of the Galaxy. The First Order had a number of allies, the most powerful being the Sith Empire, the third or fourth Sith Organization within recent decades. Though not all nations could last forever with no internal strife, such as the rumors of Jedi survivors being hidden on Skye.

The rumbling of the transport set Primat's mind at ease, it helped the man to focus on something more than just his internal struggles and thoughts. He was still upset of course because of the mutual breakup of the relationship between him and Varas. Though, the young Ren enjoyed doing missions now more than ever. Whereas before he had hated doing missions, now he was more fond and willing to do anything...anything to get him out of the Bastion of Ren. The young man found comfort in doing more military-centric missions now, it gave him time to think properly and to distract him from his own issues. Even though he found sadness in not having the comfort of Varas anymore, he forced himself to not think about her anymore. The less he did so, the more he would be able to move on now. Primat had made a personal promise to himself those weeks ago, to not fall for somebody as easily ever again. Or even pursue a relationship at this point now, he needed time for his emotions to quench and dribble down some.

Primat knew the mission, he had been their for the debriefing and was assigned to work with a few squads of stormtroopers along with another Ren who's name he didn't know, nor did he care to know. Apparently, their had been rumors of Jedi being hidden on Skye, information that the FOSB had gotten hold of somehow. And he was assigned to deal with this issue.

[member="TK-0023"]

 

[Hansen]

"Lothia" TK-0023
Skye Surface, Skye City

Lothia's left-hand snap's the semi-automatic transmission's gear selector into its' a mechanically stressful although audibly delightful position to the Master Sergeant's Ears. Intentionally keeping the gear on the motor low so as to solicit the deep throaty roar ubiquitous with large displacement multi-cylinder combustion engines.

It was the tip of a four Tooka Force-Scout Vehicle convoy heading towards a Rendezvous point with what she'd quietly concluded was one of those Mysterious 'Ren Knights' based on the Report she'd stolen from the Company Headquarters under her Officer Commanding's nose.

Driving her Tooka down a narrow dirtpath with the vehicle pitching down and up violently over the stone-littered moist soil path towards the clearing. Lothia sings uncharacteristically beneath her expirations to the horror of those other Stormtrooper passengers within the Tooka.

Within the Tooka besides Lothia's own singing there is a frightened back-up chorus voice of opposition to the Sergeant's ostensibly reckless driving not bothering to note that she pushed and pulled the wheel, never taking either gloved hand away from it in an unnverving display of preturnatural relexes and dexterity.

"I see your pain, your target's slain. The moons of Lothal will be your guide, the fire insideeee!" Lothia concludes the Chorus in a droll tone, the Woman couldn't sing and nor did she attempt to conceal this fact but even the stoic Sergeant couldn't help but smirk at the jests prodded towards her lack of talent by the Section Commander.

The Tooka Convoy roared into the clearing where the Ren and Stormtroopers were destined to Randezvous and Lothia's left-hand clasps firmly around that emergency brake before abruptly raising it in a firm motion and twisting the wheel and locking it to the port side. Whipping around into a sudden halt the energy of that motion ejects the mouthy Stormtroopers riding behind the roll cage on the cargo bed heels over head onto the soft, moist soil.

Lothia thrusts her left index-finger towards them and releases a bellowing laugh at the three men. "I expect that gear to be spotless on our next admin parade." Stating dryly she leaps from the Tooka brandishing a G-11F Blaster Rifle and holding it across abdomen, approaching the marvellous stone sundial in the centre of the grassy tree-flanked clearing.

[member="Primat Ren"]

 

[Varian Alaric]

[member="TK-0023"]

The transport shuttle made it's slow descent onto the landing pad below as the pilot maneuvered the ship cautiously as to not accidentally hit something. It took a few minutes time, though at last, the ship had finally made landfall onto the landing pad. It extended it's landing gears as plumes of white mist exited from it's landing gear departments. Primat was happy that this vessel had finally made ground-fall, he hated being on ships now more than ever. Their was just so much boring backdrop and countless repetition when someone was on a spaceship. That, and it vividly reminded him of his time with Varas. She had taught him how to pilot somewhat, and being on a ship of any kind brought back too many painful memories of the young couple being...happy together. Shaking away those 'happy' thoughts, Primat stepped off of the shuttle, flanked by a squadron of twelve stormtroopers.

The fingers of his right hand remained clasped around the base of his helmet, it's cool metal felt like a longing comfort against his contrite and confused personage and soul. The young Ren wanted this mission to last as long as possible so he wouldn't have to return to that dreaded Star Destroyer. At least in the Bastion of Ren, their was an occasional change of scenery and he could at least train in there. On a Star Destroyer, all Primat could do really was lounge around and be moody because their wasn't much that he was able to distract his mind with. At least when he was on a mission, he could do something with himself and make himself feel like he was actually doing something productive for once.

Approaching the contingent of stormtroopers, Primat stopped short of a few feet within their range. His glacier blue eyes glanced upwards momentarily towards the troopers, watching them closely for any strange or traitorous movement. Having become less trustful since him and Varas had a mutual breakup, he wasn't even as willing to give soldiers he had never met before the benefit of the doubt anymore. "You all know the mission, though I'll offer a brief summary of our directive encase anyone wasn't their at the briefing. The FOSB has heard rumors of jedi being hidden on this planet, rebel propaganda to put it short. We are to find these hidden jedi, if there are any, and arrest them or kill them. Though, we have been given specific instructions to arrest them and take in those who are hiding them from us."

 

[Hansen]

"Lothia" TK-0023
Skye Surface, Skye City

Lothia lept from the Tooka with a loud exaggerated grunt sauntering towards the landing pad followed closely behind by similarly garbed Storm Commandos. "Alright, let's Randezvous with these brooding robe-wearing celibates and get on with it." Lothia growled angrily while the shuttle descends down onto the pad, straddling the archaic vine-covered concrete structure. The Ten Black-Armoured Commandos stopped about twelve meters from Primat and his entourage of Ren and the woman reads his body language with keen insight, he was edgy for some reason. "Sir, we're one team we can't search an entire planet so I'm assuming you've got intel that indicates potential hiding spots being used by these suspected Jedi for us to execute searches on?" Feigning propriety and civility in a professional and convincing tone Lothia's eyes stare towards Primat with a disturst and contempt that equaled if not surpassing his own for the Storm Commando team assembled before him as support on the operation.

"We've brought the vehicles requisitioned by the Security Bureau for this joint operation, they're Tooka Force-Scout vehicles multi-terrain with long ranges with the capability of easily ascending inclines and mounting several different weapon systems." Lothia pivoted in her boots slightly and gestured to the stationary convoy of vehicles over her right shoulder with left-hand. Turning gaze back towards Primat. "We don't have room for your security detail and they weren't part of the operation's briefing so they'll need to remain here for operational integrity otherwise our mobility is going to be severely hampered." One of the Stormtroopers behind Primat gave an audibly disappointed sigh; evidently he was keen to bust Jedi and the Master Sergeant couldn't help but take notice and give a small smile towards what she could only conclude is a young Stormtrooper released recently from the training creches. "Don't worry Private, there will be another time!" Lothia re-assures with the warmth one could expect from a caring senior non-commissioned Officer.

[member="Primat Ren"]