Faction Days Gone By || SO Second Legion

[Feyd 'TK-1312']

Wearing: Null Armor
Tag: Gerwald Lechner Tamsin Graves Jacen Breska 'TK-710' CT-312 Quinn Varanin Brooklyn Zambrano

"⠊⠍⠀⠎⠕⠀⠎orry!" TK-1312 said frantically while adjusting her speech scrambler.


Force almighty, first day on the job and she was already frakking it up! She could see it now, in the corner of her HUD, there was a little marker that'd disappeared when she switched the scrambler off. At least she remembered what to look for now, or at least one of the many symbols and text boxes to keep an eye on.

Feyd considered translating for her fellow troopers, but honestly, watching 312 discipline 710 a few paces away kept her mouth shut. She didn't know 312's rank, but on the streets where she grew up the leader was decided by who had the guts to demonstrate they were willing to reach out and take it. And after that show of force?

CT-312 was the boss, designation be damned.

And so the slicer kept her mouth shut and her eyes forward, mind on the job. Even Lord Gerwald Lechner 's joke at 710's expense only brought the barest curl to her blue lips behind the helm, and she otherwise kept to her own business as they all entered the command center. She took position by one of the other doors in case anything came through, kneeling at the corner while sweeping her rifle until she was sure it remained empty.

That is until she was addressed directly.

"TK-1312 and Tall Lady."
"Did we bring a ample power supply of some kind with us?"

She snapped to attention, backpedaling away from the door and turning sharply to address the young with with a salute.

It wasn't until after that she recognized the Marshal of Echnos...

Still, as a Sith apprentice, Lady Graves was her better by every metric.

"I have something my lady," she answered after a brief pause.

TK-1312 pulled from her belt a blocky Rylith power cell, unplugging it from from some device strapped to her back.

"Enough to power my field computer, I don't know if it will fix all the consoles, but one of them, surely."

Assuming she did not experience another colossal frak up like with her scrambler. The very thought caused her to glance around, hoping that no one recognized her voice and put the pieces together.

"The others may need to continue their search if we're to have significant control however, ma'am."

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[Quinn Varanin]

//: Kaila Irons //:
//: CT-312 //: Brooklyn Zambrano //: Tamsin Graves //: Gerwald Lechner //:
//: Jacen Breska 'TK-710' //: Feyd 'TK-1312' //:
//: Spooky ship//:

Quinn thought quietly over the assessment that Kaila had given her. The thought that clothing was available that made you hide better in the forest during combat baffled her for a moment. The Princess was sheltered but taught several military conquests of the past. Still, nothing ever mentioned camouflage or anything like it. She assumed Ashin had glossed over that minor detail, thinking that Quinn either wasn't going to need that information or that Quinn wouldn't understand it.

Thinking of those lessons, Quinn could feel her eyes narrow slightly. While she had learned, she also began to feel the holes in the lessons. After her conversation with Ashin at the academy, the Princess doubted herself. Still, Quinn knew she couldn't stray from her path. Things had been set in motion, and stepping off the road would only be a detriment.

Returning to the conversation with Kaila, Quinn nodded. "Thank you, I honestly have never seen that style before." She raised a brow as Kaila revealed more information about the short trooper. "Were they all that small? I can see why they would be a scout." Quinn watched as the little trooper made her way after Gerwald mentioned the generator. Her eyebrows raised as she watched, then looked to Kaila, who was now also moving away from her.

Quinn tilted her head and raised an arm carefully, hoping no one noticed. She sniffed and wondered if travel had caused her to smell beyond her perfume. Not catching anything out of the ordinary, she followed Kaila. "Hey, Kaila, wait for me." There was an air of command in her voice. Quinn continued as they entered the command center after Gerwald and the others. She looked to the Wolf, a man her Mother trusted beyond many who served.

It meant the Princess would also trust the man, but beyond that, she respected him. He had provided her purpose - something many overlooked her with. A hand resting gently on the hilt of the gifted knife, she could feel the warmth of its enchantments. "A generator?" She looked over the area and tilted her head.

"Commander," She addressed him by his title, seeing that he didn't seem fond of the tiny trooper's joke, "These look ancient - why are we bothering with droids that may have rusted beyond repair?"

As she spoke, something suddenly appeared. A feline figure began running after the short trooper, its fur rustling with the wind as it ran. From the corner of Quinn's eye, she caught sight of the familiar. Despite trusting the troopers and their skills, she wanted to keep an eye on where they were headed.

 

[Jacen Breska 'TK-710']

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EQUIPMENT: DC-17m
LOCATION: :: Crashed CIS Lucrehulk ::
TAG: Gerwald Lechner Quinn Varanin Feyd 'TK-1312' Kaila Irons Tamsin Graves Brooklyn Zambrano CT-312

Jacen bowed his head to Gerwald and turned, looking at the two other troopers, 3232 and 1441,
“Don’t smack me,” he said, firmly, to two tilted heads of silent bemusement, then single, non-commital nods.

Jacen keyed his comm as the trio made their way down the hall, turning a corner at the closest junction, and opened a line to everyone going to handle the power situation, “As much as I hate it, and I do, best bet is not to bet everything on one Fathier,” he shut off his comm and brought his gauntlet up to his visor and hit a button, bringing up dated schematics of old Lucrehulks. Once the display was up, Jacen spoke quietly to himself muttering as he studied, “Well, if it’s playing by the rules, these old ships have two reactors, a port and starboard one, and they're both next to the engines…” he lowered his gauntlet and looked down the corridor he was going down. It led down the central spine of the ship towards the engine. He sighed, continuing walking, and spoke again, “...Luckily,” he said sarcastically, “...these old ships were crewed mostly by droids. Sssoooo there shouldn’t be much in the way of emergency bulkheads or anything that’d shut down in case of emergency around these areas of the ship.”

He clicked a tongue, hmming to himself as his trio of men kept walking down the corridor. Finally, he keyed his comm again, "312, I'm headed to the reactors, follow my beacon if you get lost. No rush or anything. I'm sure it's fine." He closed that line and opened one to the rest of the group going off to handle the power, "We're enroute to the reactors, maybe we can get one working easy. If anyone's tagging along...just don't startle my men, they scare real easy," he closed his comm and turned his head to look at 3232 and 1441. Both of them looked at eachother, then at him.

"We do have standing permission to hit you," 1441 said.
"Yeah well I told you not to so you're in a bit of a pickle aren't'cha?" He responded, smirking under his helmet as he turned back around.
"No, not really," came 3232's response.
Twin hands smack the back of his helmet.
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