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Faction Days Gone By || SO Second Legion

Relationship Status: It's Complicated

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TAG: Quinn Varanin Quinn Varanin | Kaila Irons Kaila Irons | Jacen Breska 'TK-710' Jacen Breska 'TK-710' | CT-312 CT-312 | @Open

The air was thick with the scent of rust and decay as Gerwald Lechner and members of his Second Legion moved through the hushed interior of the crashed Lucrehulk they had discovered on Rugosa. The moon’s once vast oceans had dried up centuries ago, leaving behind a landscape of corroded coral forests and barren rock. The wreckage, which stood as a silent monument to the past, lay half-buried in the cavernous terrain. It had been there for decades, an ancient relic of a war long past, but to Gerwald, it was a prize.

The Confederacy of Independent Systems’ technology was legendary, and within the heart of the Lucrehulk he hoped to find something useful. Something that could tip the scales in his favor. His Second Legion needed every advantage they could get, and salvaging this ship would be the key to giving them a decisive edge. There were risks, and Gerwald knew them. Lucrehulks had been more than just warships. They were droid command centers, automated fortresses built to be impervious to attack. Even after fifty years their systems could still be active, and their defenses a hidden threat.

The air was still.

There were no hums of life-support systems, no flickering lights. Just the sound of boots echoing in the vast, empty corridors as the Dread Wolf led the way. He could feel the weight of silence pressing down on him, but he didn’t allow it to sway him. The Dark Side was sharp, a presence in the back of his mind, but it too was quiet. Whatever had happened here, whatever had taken place in the years since the ship had fallen, was shrouded in mystery.

“Stay alert,” Gerwald’s voice was low but carried, cutting through the stillness like a warning. “We don’t know what else might be living here.”

He motioned for the team to spread out, but they all knew the drill. They had to reach the command center. Their first priority was to restore power and awaken whatever systems remained. From there, Gerwald hoped they could unlock the secrets hidden within the wreckage. He also knew that when that power came back online, anything could happen.

Engineers and slicers were already working their way toward the command center, pulling cables and rerouting power to see if the systems could be restored. Gerwald moved with them, his lightsaber close at hand, ready for whatever came next.

The silence stretched on, almost unbearable now. The dark corridors ahead seemed to swallow the light with their shadows crawling along the walls. Every step felt like a violation of the stillness, as though they were trespassing in a place long forgotten.

Gerwald Lechner was not one to shy away from the unknown. Whatever dangers lay in wait, whether droid forces or long-dormant defense systems, his raiders would face them head-on.

The Second Legion was ready.

 
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Wearing: Armor + Mask
Tag: Gerwald Lechner Gerwald Lechner Quinn Varanin Quinn Varanin Tamsin Graves Tamsin Graves Eira Dyn Eira Dyn Jacen Breska 'TK-710' Jacen Breska 'TK-710' CT-312 CT-312 | OPEN
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It felt good to be back.

The legion's proverbial valkyrie had spent too long cloistered away to work on her projects, ceaseless research into how she may return the chosen dead to fight the war eternal with their brother legionnaires.

But it had taken Darth Anathemous out of the fight far too long.

Despite the quiet urgency of the situation, the young lord of Echnos felt a sense of pride in marching beside the raiders, flanked by a squadron of new Battle Droids provided to her by Saryn Zambrano Saryn Zambrano , their red and black frames marking them clearly as Sith Imperial assets.

They would follow her and Tamsin Graves Tamsin Graves ' orders no matter the cost, even against their own kind.

The imperial princess, Quinn Varanin Quinn Varanin , she too had command of these automatons if she so desired, a small group of them having been ordered to defend her if necessary, even if Anathemous knew the princess could handle herself, perhaps better than most here. Even so, the young lord preferred to remain close by.


“Stay alert,” Gerwald’s voice was low but carried, cutting through the stillness like a warning. “We don’t know what else might be living here.”

"What do you sense, my lord...?" she said in hushed tones.

Though there was a confidence about her, she would nevertheless heed his warning, signaling with a gesture for her droids and student to slow their pace as the formation crept through the ancient hulk.

There came a point when the only lights were those carried by legionnaires, and
crimson photoreceptors of her droid escort.

Anathemous relied on them and her own supernatural senses.





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WEAPON:DC-17m
ARMOR:Second Legion Armor
TAGS: Gerwald Lechner Gerwald Lechner CT-312 CT-312 Kaila Irons Kaila Irons Quinn Varanin Quinn Varanin | OPEN


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TK-710. Jacen kept his mouth shut and his weapon at the ready as Lord Gerwald ordered the advance into the forgotten relic of the CIS. His loyalty to the Sith would never be called into question, but he still knew better than to tempt fate by opening his mouth. Troopers like him? There were more of them at home, and it was awfully easy to justify killing one that spoke out of turn. So he kept his mouth shut. The perfect picture of professionalism, only nodding as he was given a command or a heads up.

The halls of the Lucrehulk, once a sanitary, pristine, almost medically white, was a decayed husk of its former glory. Like an abandoned hospital. But this was a ship very few living things ever walked in, most of its crew were droids, and droids didn’t need food. The dark, rusted corridors gave a sense of unease to Jacen, keeping him jumpy, snapping to every creak and moan of the ship as it settled, readjusting to whatever changes went on within its hulls.

“Stay alert,” Gerwald’s voice was low but carried, cutting through the stillness like a warning. “We don’t know what else might be living here.”

Living, Jacen thought. Droids. Relics just as decayed as this husk of a ship, no doubt. Nothing more.

He hoped.

As they advanced and the light of the breach faded, replaced only by the lights they carried or the light emanating from the droids in their company, Jacen found himself unintentionally sticking closer to the Sith in their party, keeping his weapon trained on the endless shadow that surrounded them. However, as he kept his back to his Dark sided comrades, the feeling of shadow felt as if it engulfed him as well and the knowledge that the same Droids that would likely be their enemies were, supposedly, watching his back, which caused him to instinctively step further away from the Dark and the droids behind him…until he felt too exposed, worried about the dark and the droids lurking ahead of him, and stepped closer.

A vicious cycle.

As he focused on steadying his breath, preparing himself, he cast a glance towards CT-312 and the other Troopers in the group, checking to see they were still there like a child making sure their parent hadn’t left them. As he made eye contact with one or two, their emotions and mindset unknowable behind their reflective faceplates, Jacen decided they were brave, and that he too must be brave, and turned back around secure in the knowledge he made up about how brave everyone is.

And didn't make him feel better.




 



//: Gerwald Lechner Gerwald Lechner , Jacen Breska 'TK-710' Jacen Breska 'TK-710' , Kaila Irons Kaila Irons , Quinn Varanin Quinn Varanin | OPEN | //:
//: Rugosa, CIS Luchrehulk //:
//: Attire //:
//: Weapons: Z-6 Rotary Blaster Canon & Vibroblade Knife//:

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‘Hate it here.’

CT-312, absolutely detested being here.

Being waist high in swamp water in a jungle, no problem. Taking a stroll through an Ewok infested forest, cute. Enduring the blazing sun in a vast dry open wasteland with no ends to sand, surprisingly a unique sensory experience. Being in this ancient decrepit droid command center, the worst. Absolute worst.

She was trained as a scout. To be in the open outdoors. But confined in the corridors of Luchrehulk? CT-312 grumbled, ‘Guess you can still ‘scout’ things on the inside’, letting out an exasperated sigh. Surprised that there weren’t as many of them brought along for this mission. Echoes of footsteps and the clanking of metal from the battle droids brought along could be heard throughout the darkness. The occasional metal groaning and creaking added a sense of eeriness as they continued.


Worn out. Injured.
Gunships landed back into the ISD Lady of Fortune Star Destroyer. The troopers returning from their mission on Woostri. Exhausted.

A familiar voice boomed ecstatically for all to hear in the hangar bay.

“Congratulations on surviving! Based on your performance, we have selected our next batch who will have the honor to provide support to the Second Legion’s Commander, Gerwald! ”

Everyone in the hanger stilled. Listening who will be chosen for the next mission.

“TK-3232, MB-1782, CT-312, CC-1441, RK-1001, and TK-710. You will immediately head to the nearest officer to be given mission details. Gear up and be ready to ship out. Make the Empire proud!”


CT-312 attention snapped to.

“Stay alert”, “We don’t know what else might be living here.”

It was impossible to see in the pitch black darkness of the vast corridors. Flashlights shining in whichever direction the Troopers fanned out along with the rest of the group. CT-312 didn’t bother turning her light on. She had no problem seeing in the dark with her scouting gear. Her built in night vision was a blessing in this situation. She was lucky that the rest of the Troopers wanted to be in the front near the Second Legion higher ups, supposedly ‘Sith Lords?’ CT-312 reckoned so, they were the only ones wearing whatever they desired. She was still unfamiliar with the Sith Empire's culture and personnel.

CT-312 was more than happy to be the caboose of the group. Despite them being allies, she had a very unnerving feeling when close proximity. She couldn’t help but replay the last words of her former squad leader issuing the command to detonate when they came across this ‘monstrosity’. 'They looked normal enough.' Shaking the thoughts out of her head, she turned, readying the Z-6 Rotary Blaster Cannon in tow, walking cautiously backwards, scanning behind the group making sure nothing was trailing them.

She was here for the mission. She can try and figure out whatever that feeling is later. There was a job to be done.

Turning back around, she noticed a bit of unnecessary movement. Her brow raised behind her visor. It was TK-710. She could smell his anxiousness from all the way in the back. Silently, she brushed past the other Troopers in her way and put her hand on TK-710’s shoulder.

CT-312 spoke through her helmet’s voice modulator changing into a low deep-toned whisper “You should be in the middle of the pack. Relax.”

As she began to turn away to go back into position. CT-312 offered one last piece of advice to TK-710, “Fear doesn’t stop death. It stops life. You want to keep living? Then use that fear and keep your ass moving. I got your back.” She took her hand off his shoulder and returned back into the darkness to her place as caboose.

Nobodies.

She knew that they all were expendable. These higher ups that they were with wouldn't bat an eye if they fell. Best to watch each others back while they're still breathing.

 
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Equipment | In Bio

Location | CIS Luchrehulk

Tag | Kaila Irons Kaila Irons Gerwald Lechner Gerwald Lechner CT-312 CT-312 Jacen Breska 'TK-710' Jacen Breska 'TK-710'

Taking a plunge inside the guts of an old warmachine was not what she had expected when Kaila Irons Kaila Irons had invited the girl to tag along. But both the promises of familiarizing herself with the second legion along with time away from Jutrand had sung sweetly into the acolyte's ears. The girl not owning any fancy armors or weapons of her own decided to use what she could get, wearing parts of the same armor that the troopers were adorned with.

The plates covered vitals, that is what she cared about most. While upon her hip was an old Sith warblade, taken from the old vaults of Krayiss II to prove her worth.

Making sure her straps were tight, the girl keeps her pace with the group. Staying closest to CT-312 CT-312 and Jacen Breska 'TK-710' Jacen Breska 'TK-710' .

‘Hate it here.’

"Ya?"

Brooklyn stiffles out a chuckle while speaking.

"Can't blame you, without the lights we have I couldn't see a carkin thing."

Being the type to try and appear firm for the sake of others, she preferred not to share the anxiety that creeped down her neck.

"Worst happens, feel free to find cover behind me.. Plenty to go around."

She tries to lighten the mood with both her offer and the joke about her own height, being an Epicanthix she was an 8ft tall giant of a lass.




 



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Theme: Aurora
Equipment: Twin Omens | DE-10 | Combat Knife | Multi-Tool | Circlet of Projection | Trench\Hazard Armor | Stars Enchained
Tags: Kaila Irons Kaila Irons | Quinn Varanin Quinn Varanin | Eira Dyn Eira Dyn | Jacen Breska 'TK-710' Jacen Breska 'TK-710' | Gerwald Lechner Gerwald Lechner | CT-312 CT-312 | Brooklyn Zambrano Brooklyn Zambrano



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Tamsin took deep breaths from behind her mask, as she listen to the thumping foot falls of droids that followed them. Another derelict crashed ship, that was slowly being consumed by the nature around it. If she had learned anything by now it was that nature always took back what was taken from it in time.

She knew nothing of this Confederacy or the ones before it other than the few mentions in the history books she had read. Yet the prospect of tech, just seeing how something like this ship might work intrigued her. The tech called to her almost wanting it to learn it's secrets.

She never knew why, and it made even less sense to her now knowing she Dathomiri, why did she always feel drawn to mechanical things. Her mind wondered as they moved along, only pulled from her thoughts when they came to a stop. Chattering was going on around her. She looked to he rsister Kaila Irons Kaila Irons for a moment who was speaking to Gerwald Lechner Gerwald Lechner who was warning them they didn't know what laid ahead.

She heard someone say they 'hated it here.' She turned to look around but couldn't make out who it was. As she heard a giant woman Brooklyn Zambrano Brooklyn Zambrano even more so than the other people that towered over Tamsin make a joke about hiding behind her.

Tamsin smirked to herself under helmet as she turned her gaze back to Kaila and Gerwald. Her heart racing for the excitement of this adventure, hopefully on this ship they wouldn't have to fight a couple of elfs.




 



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Someone in the back was talking to CT-312. She didn't know who. Granted, she hardly knew anyone here aside from TK-710 and the remaining Troopers that were selected from their Woostri mission. She kept quiet. Surprised someone heard her expressing her dislike of being here. As they chuckled, she kept quiet.

"Can't blame you, without the lights we have I couldn't see a carkin thing."

Continually faced forward, CT-312 just listened silently still. Only raising her left hand and with her pointer finger she repetitively struck the side of her helmet’s green visor.

Tap-Tap-Tap

Indicating she had no issue at all with vision in the dark.

"Worst happens, feel free to find cover behind me.. Plenty to go around."

Insulted that someone would suggest such a thing. CT-312 turned her head towards the voice speaking to her. Through her built in night vision she didn’t see a face. Taken aback. ‘Torso?’ she thought. Craning her neck upwards to the helmetless ‘Trooper’. She blurted out loud.

“What the heck did they feed you….” the helmet emitted a low gruff tone.

Instantly forgetting about the comment that was said. Feeling her neck start to ache from the angle, CT-312 went back to facing forward. What the heck is the Empire feeding their Troopers these days? Why are they so tall? She just slightly shook her head. CT-312 noticed that the unorthodox ‘Trooper’ wasn’t wearing a helmet and their weapons weren't standard. 'Special forces?' she pondered. This person too, was giving off alarming vibes when being near. Looking through her visors peripherals back at the ‘Trooper’ before looking back in front. ‘Looks normal for the most part, but a weirdo. . She kept her guard up as they continued.

 



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WEAPON:DC-17m
ARMOR:Second Legion Armor
TAGS: Gerwald Lechner Gerwald Lechner CT-312 CT-312 Kaila Irons Kaila Irons Quinn Varanin Quinn Varanin | OPEN
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"Fear doesn't stop death. It stops life. You want to keep living? Then use that fear and keep your ass moving. I got your back."

Jacen gasped out, startled that 312 appeared as if out of nowhere, and disappeared just as fast.

“Who gave you the idea I’m afraid?" he asked as his comrade faded away into the dark nothingness behind him. "Never been more not afraid of anything. What’s to fear? Dark, impossibly dark, terrifyingly abandoned, rusted, disease-filled no doubt, probably haunted because why wouldn’t it be, terrible, terrible crashed ship of a bygone era? What’s so scary about that?” He shook his head, keeping his weapon and body faced away from the group into the dark unknown, “Also, who knows how many droids ahead of us who’ve developed a taste for human meat, droids in our party who might be curious about it, and me. That’s what I’m made of.”

Jacen shook his head, “Don’t mind me. I’m rambling. I’m fine. I'm fine. Picture of grace under fire.” He nodded his helmeted head, looking around and seeing Brooklyn Zambrano Brooklyn Zambrano and 312 exchange some dialogue,

“Oh yeah don’t mind me. Don’t mind operational security no no no. Let’s yap. Let’s all yap. Let’s let me yap most of all. No problem no big deal. Yeah 312 gets the absolute unit of an acolyte eager to defend them and who’s gonna be the appetizer for the droid buffet? Not them. Me. I’m the one. That’s main course back there, I’m the hor d'oeuvre. Gonna be picking me out of their teeth while the heroes back there save the day. No big deal.” Jacen said, the adrenaline infecting his heart, anxiety rising and making him quietly talk to himself in an attempt to soothe himself.

“Jace,” A voice behind him, CC-1441, the Jumptrooper.

“What?” Jacen answered, turning his head.

“Shaddap.”

“Oh you can hear me?”

“Yes.”

“Oh. Sorry.”

He closed his mouth, anxiety rising in his chest, but he kept it under wraps.

"But you see what I'm saying right?!"

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“Who gave you the idea I’m afraid?"

CT-312 let out a loud disappointed sigh. He was doing so well. How quickly the words of encouragement she gave him turned into…. This. Bewildered how far his imagination ran within a short few seconds. Raising her brows up in amusement . ‘Cannibal Robots’, she chuckled. She’ll have to give Jace a stern talking to about remembering to check the comms. Hearing CC-1441 telling TK-710 to stop yapping.

"But you see what I'm saying right?!"

She grinned. CT-312 knew better. She gently elbowed the ‘Absolute Unit’ next to her. Whispering through her helmet to them, “Watch this.” She relayed in the open comms. “What if they start from behind? Wouldn’t that make us the appetizer first?”. CT-312 knew the can of worms she just opened. “To be fair, you could stand to gain a bit more muscle. I think the flesh eating robots would use you as a toothpick instead. Am I right, Troopers?”

CC-1441, TK-3232, MB1782, and RK-1001 laughed along, patting TK-710 on the back.

CT-312 had a small smile underneath her helmet. Being inside these corridors didn’t feel as confining as it once did.

 
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Wearing: Null Armor
Tag: Jacen Breska 'TK-710' Jacen Breska 'TK-710' CT-312 CT-312 Brooklyn Zambrano Brooklyn Zambrano Tamsin Graves Tamsin Graves Gerwald Lechner Gerwald Lechner | OPEN
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"Hah." TK-1312 laughed with the others at TK-710's expense.

She'd been utterly silent till now, the only sign of the chiss' presence a red glow emanating from her night-visor as the null legionnaire scanned the darkness for threats. It just wasn't her place, the penal soldier thought for the longest time, but the more these troopers spoke, the more it reminded her of home. Sure these imperial soldiers were a far cry from the thugs and bounty hunters that frequented the Echnos undercity, but it'd been too long since she got to shoot the chit with the guys and gals of Sublevel 3.

Besides, she was the resident tech specialist and therefore a useful asset, surely they wouldn't be that unfriendly to her?

"
⠽⠕⠥⠀⠎⠕⠥⠝⠙⠀⠇⠊⠅⠑⠀⠁⠝⠀⠑⠉⠓⠝⠕⠎⠊⠁⠝." she laughed, distorted as it was.

"
⠊⠞⠄⠎⠀⠕⠅⠁⠽⠀⠊⠄⠧⠑⠀⠛⠕⠞⠀⠊⠕⠝⠎⠀⠛⠗⠑⠝⠁⠙⠑⠎."

The conscript pulled an ion grenade from her belt, holding up to the light as they passed it by.

"
⠎⠑⠑?" they'd be fine.

"
⠛⠕⠞⠀⠽⠕⠥⠀⠉⠕⠧⠑⠗⠑⠙."

. . .

The legionnaires just looked at each other.

"
...What?"

"
⠊⠀⠎⠁⠊⠙⠀⠽⠕⠥⠄⠗⠑⠀⠎⠁⠋⠑" the chiss huffed incomprehensibly.


"
Someone tell techie she forgot to turn off her speech scrambler."

"
⠊⠀⠙⠊⠙⠀⠝⠕⠞!!!"




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WEAPON:DC-17m
ARMOR:Second Legion Armor
TAGS: Gerwald Lechner Gerwald Lechner CT-312 CT-312 Kaila Irons Kaila Irons Quinn Varanin Quinn Varanin Brooklyn Zambrano Brooklyn Zambrano Feyd 'TK-1312' Feyd 'TK-1312' | OPEN
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“What if they start from behind? Wouldn’t that make us the appetizer first?”. CT-312 knew the can of worms she just opened. “To be fair, you could stand to gain a bit more muscle. I think the flesh eating robots would use you as a toothpick instead. Am I right, Troopers?”


Jacen shook his head, “You’re a bad friend. You still have our Lady back there with you! What do I have?!” He looked over at Gerwald, then looked back out. “And WHAT do you MEAN. I could-I-You-LOOK AT YOU.” He jabbed a thumb backwards. “Size you are you’d fit nicely into carry on luggage! If anyone could bulk up ‘round here it’s you shortstack.”

The sound of the other trooper’s scrambled voice startled Jacen, “Oh come on. My heart’s already running a thousand miles a minute. I can't belieeeeeve you ‘forgot’ to turn off your scrambler.” He turned back, looking the trooper in the faceplate, “Maybe you're making fun of me, too, but I choose to believe you’re impressed with my bravery and excellent coping mechanisms because frankly I’d shatter if that wasn’t the case." Jacen watched as she pulled out the Ion grenade, still not understanding as her voice remained scrambled. "I also choose to believe you’re showing me that Ion Grenade as if it were a cool rock you found. Or to say you’re not worried about Droids. But you never fought Cannibal droids, now didja?”

He exhaled and then turned back around muttering quietly to himself,
"I'm here surrounded by people and things that could literally kill me without a sweat, losing my mind at this horrible idea of man-eating droids, and this one's gotta bring that X-factor by speaking in garbled nightmare sounds."

He turned back around, running his hand over his own faceplate, “What am I doing. I’m Sorry. I’m good." He nodded, repeating, "I'm good. I’m dandy. We’re all fine now, here, thank you.”

He turned to Gerwald Lechner, and before he could stop himself.

“How are you?”


 



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“You’re a bad friend. You still have our Lady back there with you! What do I have?!”

‘Friend.’ She grinned. Never in her lifetime would she have thought someone would consider her as a ‘Friend’. It was nice. As amused CT-312 was with Jacen’s meltdown, she knew she had to put an end to his ramblings. Despite her egging him on. She should be ‘Nicer’ to Jacen. How the Second Legion’s higher ups patience must be wearing thin. They can always chit chat later on when there weren’t so many ‘Sith Lords’ or higher ranking personnel around them.

“And WHAT do you MEAN. I could-I-You-LOOK AT YOU.” He jabbed a thumb backwards. “Size you are you’d fit nicely into carry on luggage! If anyone could bulk up ‘round here it’s you shortstack.”

Her face dropped. It was no longer amusing. ‘Never mind.’ disregarding the previous notion of thought of being ‘Nicer’. CT-312 silently marched to Jacen. Their Trooper squad all took a step back, making way. She handed off her weapon to RK-1001 to hold. Clenching her right hand in a fist, she brought it all the way back and with full force landed a punishing blow on TK-710’s right thigh. Hard enough to even leave a nasty bruise underneath the armor.

'THWACK' , the sound of her fist hitting armor echoed.

CT-312’s helmet mic let out a booming guttural authoritative tone “TK-710!”. The other Troopers in their squad knew immediately and took a slight step back from the 5’5 Trooper. Staring him straight into his eyes. Say that again about me bulking up, shortstack.” Taking her flashlight from her side belt. Focusing the beam on Jacen's faceplate. Rapidly turning the light on and off a couple of times. “I’ma need you to LOCK IT IN in TK-710.” she sternly said. “It was funny the first few times, but now I’m going to need you to focus up. That means comms shut or private”.

She heard another Trooper’s speech scrambler go off. Turning the flashlight at their squad, CT-312 looked at their mismatched Troopers. They all shook their heads sideways, indicating that it wasn’t them. She turned off her torch and placed it away. Returning back to her position as caboose, RK-1001 handed back her weapon eagerly. She nodded at him, thanking. She then reached out and patted the Jump Trooper’s shoulder. CC-1441 nodded at CT-312 and placed himself next to TK-710. Watching over him.

He turned to Gerwald Lechner, and before he could stop himself.

“How are you?”

CC-1441 groaned and forcefully elbowed TK-710 on his side.

As she settled back into position, she heard one of the legionnaires speak.

"Someone tell techie she forgot to turn off her speech scrambler."

Sighing to herself, ‘Oh boy.’ . This is going to be a fun or long mission. Probably both.


 



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"Fair enough, I just couldn't find a helmet that would fit my fat head."
“What the heck did they feed you….”

"Dumplings."

The girl jests, patting her stomach.

"Never met an Epicanthix before?"

It led her to wonder if her people were widespread throughout the empire, or had the loss of their home make their number fewer than she thought.. An idea and topic she had little interest in thinking about right now.

absolute unit

Hell ya she was! Her immatureness almost taking hold, it was almost too much to hold back a flexing of her muscles.

"I mean the solution is pretty simple to me, if you want to stay by me I don't mi-"
“TK-710!”

She is cut off by the very upset trooper, it was the comment on height. Brooklyn looks around a little, then back at the cluster of events happening. She was away from school right?
"...What?"

"What?"

Brooklyn snaps out of it, asking the same question as the others. By now she realized just how much of a mess this all was, her body seeming to tense up as she expected a 'correction of behavior' as it was called at the Academy.

Actually, thinking more on it she was glad she wasn't at the Academy right now... She would most likely receive another scar and the troopers would have been crushed into a meaty cube by some Lord flicking his wrist to make an example... Ultimately their fooling around was putting the lives of their comrades at risk.

But, it was not her place to bark orders.. What she needed to do was shut her mouth and keep watch. Her only hope was that the others took notice and would do the same, danger was all around after all..











 
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The mission was simple, and she wasn't too worried about what they would find, but droids were never her favorite being to work with. More often than not, their concept confused her. She couldn't understand them, nor did they emit anything in the Force. For the Echani, they were invisible to her. Things that were living, truly living, still emitted an essence through the Force. Droids didn't do that. But she understood her Lord's fascination with them.

They were a relic of his past, enough for her to heed the summon.
Slowly, she walked beside Kaila, the woman on quite an adventure while the Echani was building up her political career and studying her Master's lessons.

A part of her worried their ventures into climbing the metaphorical ladder of power within the Empire would cause them to drift. Her doubts were quelled when they were at each other's side again. It felt as if nothing had changed besides the confidence she felt through their shared bond.

Kaila had grown, and it was apparent to the Echani. A small smile spread against her porcelain doll-like features. Of course, her attention was soon pulled by the others' antics.

Quinn had seen the troopers and military soldiers; they fought near her but not under her command. It was something she had an interest in but would never venture towards. She watched, her gaze looming over the interaction with Brooklyn. It was quite the sight, the small and compact throwable scout trying to size up the Jutrand student. The comical sight caused the princess to stifle the bubbling laughter behind her lips.

Looking to Kaila, she nudged the woman and pointed towards the little gaggle of troopers. "Why does that one?" she pointed to the shortest of the bunch. "Why does it look like it rolled in bantha excrement?" Quinn had never seen camouflage before. The only troopers she had seen sported the black and red of the Empire, sometimes white or other distinguishable colors, never the mixture of the short troopers.

It was obvious the question was meant with complete curiosity, no malice in the young royal's voice. Still, it was a question one usually didn't ask - since camouflage was a scout trooper's standard (hopefully) attire. Another thing Quinn wouldn't have known.

Her sheltered upbringing was showing.

Glancing around, she wondered if her apprentices were also making an appearance; she had particularly summoned them to at least gain the necessary experience of the second legion.
 

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