Earth, Wind and Fire

[Ras'kala'han]

ISON​

The Anoat System​

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Ison had been regarded as something of a world for pirates, as far as Antherion had known. Its debris field was a perfect cover for illicit activity. It was one of the worst out of all the Anoat system, and the Anoat system hadn't exactly been paradisical.

So what struck Antherion the most as he traveled through the First Order territory was how quiet it was. The spaceport was sparsely populated, and very clean. The spacers - to be honest, mostly just military officials of different stripes - kept to themselves. It was cold, some might say soulless, and there was no noisemaking and not a whiff of even petty crime.

In other words, it had become paradisical.

Antherion looked to Darth Ferox, a traveling companion of sorts who had spurred him to begin this perilous journey. Their meeting had largely been arranged by him, who had also provided the allies to First Order space that he had relied on to go this deep into their territory, procuring the necessary visas and permits for them fairly rapidly, suggesting a high place in the bureaucracy.

"This is our last chance to decide that the risk isn't worth the reward." The risk was, of course. Resources were more than sufficient to take them in and out. They both knew it. But it was worth saying. "...you had said to me, on the way here, that you had some knowledge of this planet's people. Is there anything that feels particularly pertinent?"

Of course, he had read up on the planet they were 'visiting', but insider experience would blunt the difference between academics and practice that so often plagued him. He glanced around, looking for the First Order personnel who would be their allies.

Their collective mission? Break through the Alliance border security and bring back over as much knowledge as possible from the world of Kro Var, home to a cult of warrior-shamans talented at reshaping the world around them. Primitives like that would be unlikely to have a holocron, or tomes and books, however. The thing they'd take back would have to be a person.

| [member="Krest"] | [member="Ara Ren"] | [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] |

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

Kaalia walked to the place she was told to meet her allies for the mission she was sent out on. She wasn't the only Ren coming along however, a glance to her side revealing the figure of [member="Ara Ren"]. "Assist in the retrieval of a person, alive, and collect as much knowledge as possible through them." she repeated to her close friend as the redhead's booted feet brought her closer to the two Sith they would be working together with. She herself had no issues with the group of darksiders, unlike quite a few of the Ren within the order. Her so-called 'brothers and sisters' didn't envy her collaboration with them, but that wasn't her problem. This encounter would potentially present the opportunity to learn from them as well from their future captive, which was an exciting prospect to the woman.

The redhead glanced over to a pair of men, feeling a strong presence in the Force come off of them. "Let's go meet our allies." she mentioned to Ara, and made her way towards them. As the two women approached she gave a respectful nod to the two Sith, and introduced herself. "My name's Kaalia Voldaren, it's a pleasure to meet you." Kaalia appraised the two, taking in their features. At first glance she saw a middle-aged man, Zabrak, with scars to prove that he had seen many a battle, and a pale, blond haired man who seemed fairly thin. "I trust your journey here was a pleasant one?"

[member="Krest"] | [member="Antherion"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

"The Shapers? They believe in the material. If you're using the Force to pick things up or bend the minds of others, they won't be found. Same goes with the choice of weaponry. Blasters and lightsabers aren't their favorite. If we're going to sneak on, it would be best to hide those sort of weaponry." The elder Zabrak smiled over to [member="Antherion"] . There was obviously more, but even Krest didn't know all too much about the Shapers. Though, he supposed that would change soon enough.

The Sith wasn't dressed as a Sith. No reason to alert the Alliance after all. Instead, he was dressed in a mercenary outfit. On his hip was his hand cannon, plain as day. Opposite, a basic Sith Sword. While it didn't have the aura of the dark, it was a solid weapon, and as he said the Shaper's didn't exactly trust lightsabers. As they stepped through the spaceport soon enough the pair found themselves meeting their contacts.

[member="Kaalia Voldaren"] and [member="Ara Ren"] . A chuckle escaped his red lips as he looked over the two woman. Nothing rude of course, he was simply surprised by how dark they felt in the Force. Almost Sith, if under a different creed. With a polite bow of his head Krest spoke, his eyes never leaving either of them. "I am known as Krest. King of Iridonia and her people. This is Antherion. I am pleased you were both willing to meet with us."

 

[Ara Zambrano]

The two disciples looked like matching bookends. Both in black armor studded with plating meant to protect sensitive areas, the women waited as their contacts and temporary allies approached. Unlike her friend, Ara wore her half-mask, the matte black and chrome plating hid the lower half of her face. Her lightsaber was tucked away into a hiding pocket in the folds of her overcoat, available should she need it.

Her emerald eyes darted to [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] as her friend spoke, one nod acknowledging their objective as she stepped forward to meet the two men.

”Indeed.”

She inclined her head politely as Kaalia introduced herself and offered the pleasantries that accompanied such meetings. If she was concerned about the younger girl using her full name instead of an alias, it didn’t show behind the mask and the neutral expression she had adopted.

The first of the two, a pale young man so thin that a stiff breeze could almost snap him in two. She doubted he was as fragile as he appeared, if he’d been sent to assist them in infiltrating Alliance airspace. The second, a Zabrak of slightly larger stature than his companion. He appeared far older than the others gathered, his skin marked with small scars. Both men were dressed far more plainly than the two Ren, but it hardly bothered Ara.

As the red-skinned gentleman introduced himself and his companion, she raised one eyebrow in polite inquiry. His chuckle and title did not go unnoticed by the young woman, her lips curling up in amusement behind the metal.

”A pleasure.” Distorted by the vocalizer, her tone was respectful, with a slight undertone of a purr that was almost always present in her silky voice.

”You may call me Ara. We are here on behalf of the First Order to assist you in your endeavor, I understand the information we may gather could prove mutually beneficial.”

[member=Krest] | [member=Antherion]

 

[Ras'kala'han]

"A pleasure to meet you both - and let me say, mutually beneficial will be an understatement, Ara." Antherion nodded to her, tracing one finger along the arm of his hoverchair. "These insular Force traditions often develop unique powers. In a battle of wills, the element of surprise all too often decides. And I imagine we'd both love the chance to surprise a Jedi with a blast of fire from nowhere, hm?"

He wore plain, white robes - giving him an almost clerical appearance. He had frowned slightly at Krest's comments, however. If the invisible was regarded with mistrust, what were they going to say about someone who floated everywhere he went. He'd be lucky if the barbarian scum didn't burn him for 'witchcraft' or somesuch.

"I'm in a difficult situation then, Krest. If I need to use my staff-of-walking, we'll be slowed significantly." He said in the Sith tongue, an aside to Krest. There was no specific word for 'cane' or 'walkingstick' that was used in the culture of the Old Sith, where weakness usually was followed by death.

He turned back to the First Order personnel. "Our current plan of action is to pierce through the initial Alliance patrols by using the Ison debris field as a cover. As we need to go undetected, an infiltration-class craft is preferable... but if discovered, the make and model could quickly be used to deduce our origin."

"Once on-planet, we can build a plan of action based on our situation. The ideal is the capture of a Master Shaper, so we can begin extracting knowledge of each elemental path they study. The faster we can exfiltrate with our cargo, the more we can worry about containing their powers and breaking them, and less about galactic geopolitics and military pursuit."

"Do you have any knowledge to share, or should we begin preparing for our lovely little side trip?"

| [member="Krest"] | [member="Ara Ren"] | [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] |

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

"And I am pleased to cooperate with you." Kaalia said to [member="Krest"], impressed by his sheer presence in the Force. The power she felt was definitely befitting of a king. There was no doubt in the woman's mind that the two Sith were going to be invaluable.

She nodded thoughtfully while listening to [member="Antherion"], mentally noting down the words he said. It was obvious he had a sharp mind, which was definitely a good thing. "I will definitely be looking forward to what we can learn. The element of surprise truly is something that simply cannot be denied, and the knowledge we can gain from their traditions will bolster that greatly." The redhead was always eager to learn and expand her pool of Force abilities. She had greedily been soaking up all the knowledge provided by her master, but here she was potentially able to learn something he wouldn't be able to teach. "I am certain we will be able to work together well."

Antherion's plan was laid out in front of his allies. "So time is of the essence the moment we touch down." Kaalia mentioned. "Do we already have an idea of the general location of a Master Shaper, or will we have to look for the whereabouts of one when we're there?"

[member="Ara Ren"]

 

[Sal Katarn]

Ungoth Valley, Kro Var

Another grab and bag mission.

They never tell you about the screaming children when they give you the orders.

I guess it doesn't really matter.

There are four of us escorting the prisoner from his home toward a shuttle. The black bag over his head and stun cuffs on his hands might seem extreme, but I've seen the capabilities of people like him. There's a twinge in my stomach as I remember Kiens' death on Velok's Maw. Fried so bad we couldn't even peel the melted duraplast armor from his body.

Dark siders have to be contained. These Kro Var don't seem like they intend the Alliance harm, but some of their Master Shapers are dark side according to the Jedi, like the one we have in custody. We just have to get him back to the shuttle and out of the Ungoth valley.

I stare around from within the confines of my armor. Even with the climate control on I can still feel the heat from distant lava flows. The ground here is black silica. In the distance, mighty volcanoes stretch out, trying to touch the sky. For some reason, I get the feeling the tribe we'd just been to is a bit like a volcano. Waiting to explode. Cuffing their Master Shaper and hauling him away might do just that.

"Venom One to Barge 719, master shaper is in our custody, over."

"Copy that, Venom One. Coordinates for the transfer incoming, over."

[member="Antherion"] | [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] | [member="Ara Ren"] | @Krest

 

[Darth Ferus]

"They no like flow sticks. Chair would be fine." Krest answered [member="Antherion"] 's concerns in the same language they were spoken. To those who didn't know the language, he would seem fluent. The reality however was very different. He only recently began training his mind in the ancient language of the Sith, and it would be pretty apparent to the Knight. Thankfully though, they had a task at hand and there was no time to mock the Lord on his bad grammar.

"Our target has actually been picked up by Alliance forces. The Master is wanted for murder, in a gruesome way. Melted a man to his armor, or so the reports go. The Kro Var will notice one of their people, especially a master, going missing. If we take one that is suppose to be missing, we won't find any problem with the locals. The problem now lies in that we have to get the master out of Alliance custody."

And a dark user would be easier to manipulate and control. Dark minds were often the easiest to break, or at least for this Sith. Asides, it was a good way to gauge the Alliances soldiers, as well as the Ren's capabilities.

"My agents have reported the pick up spot. Now, we just need to get there in a timely fashion. Do you Ren have any fast ships?" He asked, glancing between [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] and [member="Ara Ren"] .

[member="Raph Thule"]

 

[Ara Zambrano]

Ara’s expression darkened for a moment as she recalled the three times in recent history where fire had nearly taken her out in response to [member=Antherion] ‘s comment. ”Yes, I believe we would enjoy that immensely.” Although her predatorial smile was hidden behind her mas, her eyes shone with anticipation.

As the white-robed man outlined their plans, Ara nodded in approval. It was straight forward and concise. She had little to add to their plans save for the question her friend and partner in this endeavor added. It would far expedite their mission if they already had a Master Shaper’s location identified as well as any fortifications and opposition they could expect.

[member=Krest] responded in kind, offering a Shaper who was a wanted criminal and already a prisoner of the Alliance.

”The chance to steal a prisoner from the Alliance themselves is an added benefit to this mission. IF he is guilty of the crimes they accuse, then we have much knowledge to extract.” She offered a curt nod of approval and gestured to the ship A few hundred yards away from the two Ren. ”I believe you will find she is capable and fast. Our crew is already prepared and waiting for orders.”

A few white-armored troopers milled around the base of the craft itself, watchful and prepared. Without awaiting an answer she turned on her heel and strode towards the ship.

She supposed her habit of speaking only when required was something she’d picked up through time with her master. The troopers snapped to attention as their group approached. Nodding to the Captain, Ara gestured to the two men who had joined the Ren.

"Take the coordinates to the pilot, prepare to disembark immediately."

A quick salute followed by a flurry of activity as the unit and crew prepared for their immanent departure.

[member="Kaalia Voldaren"] | [member="Raph Thule"]

 

[Ras'kala'han]

Antherion would have grinned or chuckled at the Zabrak's butchery of the Sith tongue but for two reasons - one: it would be presumptuous, as perhaps High Sith wasn't as much a part of the curriculum on Korriban and with the Masters these days, given the Pureblood population has been in steady, sharp decline. The second was that he wasn't entirely sure whether or not the Sith was in fact truly as agreeable as he seemed or was waiting for an excuse to cut his lips off and use them to string a necklace of his teeth.

He would never know, because he never gave people more powerful than himself such excuses.

One may wonder if this sort of thought process would lead to a life of repression, misery, or isolation. The answer is that Antherion did not feel isolation, because in his Galaxy the population of beings worthy of respect or consideration as more than simple tools was one. One, now that Thaina was gone.

Grief was an alien feeling, so Antherion had no words for the hollowness he felt in his chest, or the dryness in his mouth at the thought that his sister was long since dead. He had hated her, and she had hated him, perhaps, but his equal and opposite had offered life unpredictability, fascination, and endless possibility. And he would never see her again. Her spirit had dispersed on the currents of the Force, and his family archives were dust in the Silver Jedi's rubble. She lived only as a shadow in his mind.

The Ren mentioned something about preparing to board.

He looked up. His golden eyes gleamed darkly, and his desire to see his enemies meet violent ends, to push and be pushed against and push through and feel blood deepened.

"Three times over we conquered the galaxy. Our name was feared in a thousand systems before these people's first ancestors set foot on their rock. What they have was always ours to take." He turned to [member="Krest"]. "So let us take it."

He nodded to the Ren. Power brimmed in them, demanding to be put to use, and outlets for their darkness were not all that far away. He kept silent as he boarded the shuttle, not smiling. Somewhere along the line, the joy had evaporated, and all that was left was the promise of power.

| [member="Ara Ren"] | [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] | [member="Raph Thule"]

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

[member="Ara Ren"] prepared the takeoff of their ship, one that would most definitely fulfill [member="Krest"]'s wishes, and Kaalia nodded towards the troopers are they made the final checks to ensure the ship was ready. The plan was mostly clear to Kaalia now, and she created a picture in her mind of the likely scenarios. Which one of those would become reality remained to be seen, but being prepared never hurt. Being in hostile territory required subtlety, but she was confident the quartet possessed that quality.

The words that [member="Antherion"] spoke piqued the interest of the redhead. She was always interested in learning from different cultures, but under the Ren gaining access to Sith teachings was nigh impossible. Three times over they conquered the galaxy. How did they rise? What spelled their downfall? Would they rise again? It was an interesting subject to study. Perhaps she would find a source of knowledge in the future.

Kaalia entered the shuttle, nothing but ready. This mission may have been the will of Sieger Ren, but the things she could learn herself, from the Master Shaper and perhaps the Sith that accompanied the Ren, were what drove her. The promise of power was always an alluring one. The woman flashed a smile to Ara. "Time to get to work."

[member="Raph Thule"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

Rather casually the old man reached out, patting [member="Antherion"] on the shoulder. "My boy, there is never any reason to stay this serious all the time. Take a bit to enjoy the company we have. Not often we find ourselves lead by beautiful woman such as these." There was more to what he said than what would be heard. Just as the Ren were certain to keep their secrets, the Sith should do the same. Peaking interest as he had is one thing, just, not to go too far.

He stepped onto the ship last, behind [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] , [member="Ara Ren"] , and the others, casually looking over the men in white. Stormtroopers. Once upon a time, they served him and the Sith. Perhaps some of these ones were the same that had, defectors of a dead cause. Krest didn't know, and didn't care. "We'll hit hard, and hit fast. Surprise will be our weapon." The red man lifted up his right arm, testing the bracer attached. The sound of metal slipping against metal signified the hidden blade that jumped out. "These troopers here are prepared for a fight like this, aye?"

[member="Raph Thule"]

 

[Sal Katarn]

The shuttle lies just ahead. I can see the pilots in the cockpit running through their pre-flight checklist. The ramp is down.

Just another grab and bag mission, they said.

Guess they were right.

I nod toward the Alliance troopers. These four, they are just grunts. Daev, Saam, and... well I can't even remember their names. I haven't even taken off my helmet the whole op. They probably see me as the too-tall vachead in black armor. I like the thought of that, because it means at least they think I'm human.

I don't know if I am anymore, but it doesn't really matter. The docs pulled me back from the dead. I've been given a second chance at life. Not a lot of people get those sort of chances. I'm doing my best to serve the Alliance, but some days I look at what I'm doing and wonder what happened to that kid from Naboo.

"Ok, let's get him on the shuttle."

[member="Krest"] | [member="Antherion"] | [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] | [member="Ara Ren"]

 

[Garza]

Most of my days were spent in a simple home. Raising my child to grow and become a better person than what I had become. Many years of fighting and wars caused my mind to be deranged. It was with the help of my wife and child that I learned to control my rage. My anger. Recently, The GA has been rounding up anybody who practiced Shaping as it was known to be a more dark sided force sect of abilities. However, Lexa and I lived away from most of the larger cities that were being built, and formed. The GA were building space ports and such to accommodate themselves.

I never agreed with it.

I hated the idea that the GA could do what they want. But what could I do to fight it? I was just one man. I remember watching people being taken away for the fact that they even had hints of force sensitivity. Why? Because they had an inkling of the dark side touching them. And who rounded them up? Soldiers. Not Jedi who could actually feel the force.

Ignis stood next to me. The little boy was holding my hand. Even though he was 8 years old now, he held my hand because I forced him too. The soldiers all suited up walking by, I didn't want them to take him. Kneeling down I turned my back to the men who were passing me. Turning to Ignis, I smiled sadly. Knowing I would have to do something about it. I just couldn't let it happen again.

"Ignis, I want you to run home for me. Let mommy know that I will be home soon. Tell her that I have business to attend to. Okay?"

The little 8 year old nodded his head. I rubbed his head with my hand and then stood up as I could hear his small feet padding as he ran home.

Walking beside the caravan for a moment. Just watching them as they were all suited up for a full on fight if necessary. I breathed in. Walking a little faster, I then lept up with the force into the air. Landing on my feet in front of the group. I could strangely feel the force resonating near me. As though other force sensitives were near. No clue who they were, or why they were here, but I had one reason for this.

No one, takes my people.

I tightened the grip on my bracers. Standing there, I pushed back the flap of my jacket. And pulled out my lightsaber. The one that had been given to me by Lexa as she received it by my brother. Now in my possession, the lightsaber activated in its orange blade. Sparking slightly at the emitter as it was unstable due to the crystal.

"Sorry gentlemen. I can't let you take that shaper."

As I spoke, I could feel a rumbling within my heart. I could feel the fires warming my body as I stood there. A beast was awakened. And she was very hungry.

[member="Raph Thule"], [member="Krest"], [member="Kaalia Voldaren"], [member="Antherion"], [member="Ara Ren"],

 

[Ara Zambrano]

Ara watched the younger of the two men, [member="Antherion"] , his gaze filled with dark desire. Her eyes narrowed, a grim smile playing across her face. The combined darkness in all of them called out, their auras mixing until it was hard to tell were one ended and the other began. This was her first time working with the SIth in any way, she would be interested to see how it differed from working with her fellow Ren.

Nodding once to [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] , she quickly dispatched the crew to their positions, coordinates for their target already delivered, the ship humming to life beneath them.

Ara lead them deeper into the shuttle, the loading ramp closing with a hiss behind them. [member=Krest]’s comment about beautiful women had her turning back with a seductive smile and a wink. Even if a majority of her expression was lost behind the metallic visor, the twinkle in her eyes and the crinkle between her eyebrows would make her amusement obvious.

“You flatter, sir,” Was her only verbal response. She nodded as he outlined a simple but effective plan, utilizing speed and surprise over brute strength. As the Zabrak inquired about the troopers’ preparation, she could hear the shifting of armor as the two within earshot straightened and turned their attention to the Sith Lord. By the time he had the blade out of the bracer wrapped around his wrist, two blasters were trained on his person and ready to fire should he make any threatening movements.

Her grin turned wicked, one hand coming up in a fist, signaling the soldiers to stand down. Weapons were lowered before any tensions could rise further, but both white-armored soldiers kept their helmets and the gazes hidden behind them, trained on the two Sith.

“I believe you will find them well-prepared for anything we may find. They are well versed in the ways of war.”

Moving the small group towards a sitting area, she clinched her fists as she felt the craft lift from the ground, their journey beginning. The knot of fear that stayed curled within her gut, wrapped itself around her throat and she shot a knowing look at her friend. She’d come a long way since her master had required her to fly a shuttle from Dosuun to Virgillia, but anxiety and fear would still rule her when they were required to utilize space travel.

Settling herself into a chair, she pulled her saber into her lap and fiddled with it idly. Each bounce and rock of the craft sent her heart-rate spiking further. She could only hope the trip was a short one and that the men with them cared more about the Master Shaper in their cross-hairs over the acrophobia of one disciple.

[member="Raph Thule"] | [member="Nick Imura"]

 

[Ras'kala'han]

"Lady Ren - I assume your soldiers have been trained for combat against Force-Users? If not, they'd do well to keep their distance from any adepts." Men were resources, and he didn't believe in wastefulness. Not until he had gotten what he desired.

[member="Krest"] had supplied them with knowledge of the route of the prisoner's transport route - he had proven himself to be unsurprisingly well-connected for the man who had apparently once been the unquestioned master of the Sith Assassins - and he expected him to be as useful on the battlefield, swift and deadly. The Ren, likewise, were as much soldiers as they were adepts, and he had confidence in their abilities, despite not having witnessed them before firsthand.

That made his unease all the more telling. Kro Var was not like Malachor, or Korriban - it did not cloud his perceptions with oppressive radiance in the Force. It gave him clarity, if anything. Something was... wrong. Something was always wrong in the plan, but this was to an order of magnitude past what he had expected.

"I expect we will be facing heavy resistance. Lead the Shaper to believe we will be returning him to the Valley to get him in the ship - we can deal with him, we can deal with the Alliance, but facing both will delay us past the point where escape will become possible."

| [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] | [member="Ara Ren"] | [member="Nick Imura"] | [member="Raph Thule"]

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

"Although they have received training for such situations," Kaalia answered to [member="Antherion"], "I'm afraid they don't have much experience against Force users. Enough instructions should suffice, however." She ignored [member="Krest"]'s comment on the two Ren being 'beautiful women'. [member="Ara Ren"] definitely liked such comments, but the redhead differed in that. At least, in this particular situation.

The proposal Antherion had sounded like a good idea. "Trust is a powerful tool. Why force him to come along if he can help us get there?" She nodded as she mentally prepared for the inevitable conflict against GA forces. "We 'save' him, then capture him ourselves." She ensured her gear was in place one more time when the group was notified that they were about to land, and a grin revealed her eagerness. "Let's keep this clean."

[member="Nick Imura"] [member="Raph Thule"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

A small grin formed on the Zabrak's lips as he heard the guns raised to him. So they were prepared, though a bit jumpy. There was a long road ahead before Sith and Ren would be allies if this was their reaction to the Sith simply checking his weapons. [member="Antherion"] on the other hand surprised him. It was a simple and efficient plan, one that the others seemed to like. Perhaps this would be easier than he thought.

"Should the Shaper not be too keen on coming with us I will deal with him myself. Simply stay out of the way and deal with the Alliance."

As he waited for the ship to bring them to the prison transport he couldn't help but feel something was amiss. They were not the only ones on the hunt for the Master, and this third party was already sending their whispers through the Force. There was danger.

[member="Kaalia Voldaren"] [member="Ara Ren"] [member="Nick Imura"] [member="Raph Thule"]

 

[Sal Katarn]

The distinctive snap-hiss of the most recognizable weapon in the galaxy sounds just behind me and my blood runs cold.

I react faster than any human, unslinging my sonic carbine and leveling at the trill's chest before he's even finished his sentence. His saber is the color of lava and its spitting sparks like an open forge. He doesn't seem to mind the valley's heat. There's a sinking feeling in my gut.

Things are about to get kinetic.

"Daev, get the package on the shuttle."

I say into unit comms, then open fire, squeezing my carbine twice. Cones of bone-breaking, organ-squishing sound ripple out toward the saber jockey. If the hostile comes closer, he will start to feel the effects of the mechamiri pack I wear.

[member="Nick Imura"] | [member="Antherion"] | [member="Krest"] | [member="Kaalia Voldaren"] | [member="Ara Ren"]

 

[Garza]

I smiled brightly. The troopers that stood there all turned around quickly as I spoke out. Even while I was beginning to speak, they started to raise their weapons. From the size of the weapon, likely a carbine? However, it was rather thick for just a normal blaster. Something else was going on with the weapon. With one commanding from the distance about something with a shuttle, I shook my head as the trooper fired the weapon. However, I didn't see two arcing bolts of plasma. It was invisible.

This was no normal weapon. This was a sonic weapon.

Raising my left hand, A pillar of the earth rose up and blew up from the first shot. Ground defenses would not work here. Instead, I reached out with my right hand, and commanded the very air itself. Shifting it, and the blast from the weapon was moved to my right. Slamming into a stand that was behind me. The sound boomed from the weapon. Confirming that it was sound being used as a weapon against me. However, there was one thing that I noticed.

The air around the troopers were not moved in the slightest, while the air the further it got away from them could.

Something was preventing me from attacking them with the force. Were they wearing some kind of armor that prevented the use of the force, was it held in their backs? or was it that they were void of the force as though they were dead? Could someone have come up with force dead troops like the One Sith did with the Vong? If I couldn't control the air around them, nor use force powers, then I couldn't stop the usage of the speeder to get away. I guess I would have to think about the road ahead of them, instead of the present.

"Brand new troopers from the GA I see?"

The trooper who fired on me stood still, alone. Yet the others were going onward of the order sent out. This man thought he could take me on. And with confidence. Or he was being a sacrifice until his buddies could get the cargo on the ship. However, I had a feeling that the former was true.

Just to test my theory out, and see if he really was resistant to the force, I gathered the air in my hand. Forming a spear like shape. Closely invisible, however, the air being formed together around it caused distortions. Throwing it at the man, I waited to see what could come of this, and how I would be able to fight a man who seemed to be well trained for this, when I was more suited with my force powers, than without them.

[member="Raph Thule"], [member="Krest"], [member="Kaalia Voldaren"], [member="Antherion"], [member="Ara Ren"],