Eye For An Eye [Lords of the Fringe Invasion of Eriadu]

[Lucianus Adair]

Fringe Forward Operating CP

Where @[member="Alen Na'Varro"] was on the field of battle, one could doubtless find the hybrid Sith Knight Adair. It was not dependency, that one could not do without the other. Each was death, alone. No, It was exacting power, it was efficiency, and it could prove fatal to their adversaries... but this was no such invasion that hinged on the application of the outright strengths and intellects of a small handful of men and women. Not yet. Right now was the time for large troop movements... once those shield generators were down, and the presence of Mandalorians was an issue that was yet one more thing in the way of their objectives.

As Master Na’Varro directed movements from the ground, Lucianus kept a watchful ‘eye’ for anything untoward that approached their position with one metaphorical hand in the well of the Force, while glancing at intervals towards the screens the personnel monitored, and listening to one of his closest allies give instructions. There was one other in the operations centre, @[member="Hannibal Oryen"], whom he had seen at Seoul, but he still knew very little of the man.

The thundering appearance of @[member="Faenrovon The Radiant"] into the action drew a tooth-baring smile to the forefront on his face. The presence of the Arkanian dragon, to a degree, meant very good things, none of them subtle. There were times for that, and that time was now.

 

[Matreya]

The only thing that alerted himself to the attack, was a swiveling stalk eye. Spotting Jorus as he popped from cover, the Andolith was instantly visibly in motion. Charging as fast as his body could push him, he raced forward then down a nearby alleyway. How could he know..? He couldnt. It wasnt impossible for more then a singular being to know an ability, he repeated this thought to keep his anxiety down.

If he was found out this quickly...

No he would have to do things differently right now. Moving along the Alley he popped out into the next street over. Through swift movements, he brought himself around then behind his opponent. Running from his cover, at a swift 60 miles per hour, the Andolith warrior let loose a powerful crack as his tail launched over his shoulder.

If connected, an attack such as this could easily cut a mans arm off. His choice of bodies made this battle a bit easier to win, optimistically. Not many could dodge something that brokethe sound barrier, however instinct seemed a grand ability of the man before him..

@[member="Jorus Merrill"]

 

[Lord Ghoul]

ERIADU
DIRTSIDE
OMEGA BASE- Fighting Mandos in a Dark Alley
Mando SquadErmac Laith @Ordo @Kable Detta @Briika Tor @[member="Strider Garon"]

A smirk quirked Shorn's lips as he sensed the five Mandalorians follow him into the ill-lit alleyway. One of the Mandos emitted power in the Force much greater than the others. He could feel the man, pulsing with energy. So one of the Mandos was force-sensitive. Whatever. He would still be stacking their bodies up for a footrest after this. He turned around near the far end and came to a stop. His form flickered for a moment, becoming translucent, before returning to normal. The urban walls on either side stood close together, allowing for only three people to stand abreast, which meant if the Mandos wanted to come at him they could only do so three at a time. It also meant that the Mandos couldn't wantonly toss massed blasterfire at him. In the close quarters, friendly fire was a highly likelihood unless they maintained complete unit cohesion and cooperation. For Mandalorians, he doubted it would be a problem. He was counting on it.

Once upon a time, Republic soldiers called Shorn "sir," and saluted when he passed. His time as a captain in the GR Army ended long ago, but he still retained the knowledge of an infantry officer. He knew exactly what he was doing. Killing Mandos. Duh.

They would probably chuck some force-breakers at him, which would do absolutely nil. Yay helmets with filtration systems. That would be followed by a wall of blasterfire, which he could quite effectively counter with tutaminis. But none of that would end up mattering. Shorn had a plan.

As the bucketheads rolled into the alleyway in diamond formation, Shorn opened himself fully to the Dark Side. He raised a hand. Blue sparks danced along his fingertips.

"I'm going to enjoy this..."

 

[Isar]

Fringe Forward Operating CP
@[member="Lucianus Adair"] @[member="Alen Na'Varro"]

Yellow eyes turned on @[member="Nyos Val"] as the foolish cybernetic made his petty insults over a humanoid device.

A hiss rumbled from Faenrovon's throat, followed by a snort of smoke and flame, "Weeeaak."

The cybernetic's insults did serve to distract Faenrovon from driving his mental spears into @[member="Arrbi Betna"]'s mind, leaving the pilot alone for the time being. There were haughty mortals upon the ground who needed reminding of their place. Gathering the mystical energy which the humanoids called the Force, Faenrovon telepathically ripped into Nyos Val's mind, attempting to cause as much pain as possible while speaking directly into the cyborg's thoughts.

"If you deem yourself to be so strong, mortal, fight me alone. Or are you too frail to lift a finger against me without the aid of your tanks and your metal machinery?"

 

[Nyos Val]

Nyos felt a tickle inside what was left of his brain, as the rest had been replaced by motherboards and microchips. The words came in garbled but what he could make out was "lift a finger against me" so Nyos, in kind replied with A finger. But it wasn't the index, nor the ring or pinky, it's the one you put up when you don't give a Bantha's hind end. Laughing as he did the cyborg reached down and slung a heavy repeater with and under barrel grenade launcher onto his back. He hopped off the tank and started to walk towards the lizard.

"All units of the Mobile Artillery. Maintain current position and fire at will upon incoming targets. "

@[member="Faenrovon The Radiant"]

 

[Antera]

Eriadu City - Old Tarkin Estate

A block from her destination, Antera ducked into an alleyway and put on her face mask and vox-scrambler. The streets were steadily clearing of civilian presence as more citizens sought shelter from the coming storm, and she had no desire to be recognized later as the woman who went around looting artwork in a warzone. She ducked down behind a dumpster and made her approach, using the architecture of the nearby structures to hide her presence from any nearby observers.

By reflex, she suppressed herself within the Force, leaving only a glimmer of her usual connection to it, keeping her senses open to anyone or anything powerful that might wander by.

She pulled a grapnel line from under her coat as she neared the perimeter wall, raised the launcher and fired. It found a secure anchor, and she began to climb. At the apex of the wall, she hopped over and entered the estate grounds.

 

[Laith Varad*]

...Laith would have followed the rest of his comrades out of Omega Base and into the alley, pursuing Mikhail Shorn, as he took his position in the diamond formation. With Strider taking point and Briika on the right that would leave Laith to cover the left with Ordo taking the leadership role and the Betta Brother bringing up the rear. As they came around into the alley Laith would have seen Mikhail ahead of them, further down the alley, and been able to notice the blue sparks dancing across his fingertips almost immediately due to the advanced optics his helmet had been equipped with. The Blaster Rifle was trained ahead with its butt fit snugly again Laith's right shoulder and his left hand extending to support the base in order to reduce recoil and allow him to take greater aim than he otherwise could have. It'd be easy to see just by the way that he handled the Blaster Rifle that he was no stranger to a gunfight and that his movements were relatively calm under pressure...

...even though his Blaster Rifle had trained on Mikhail's center mass Laith didn't fire. He moved with his unit as a team awaiting commands from the lead in the diamond formation which was Ordo at this point as far he could tell. Due to moving in the diamond formation, with Strider taking point, Laith walked just a few steps behind the Field Marshall and to his left which also meant that all of them would just a little bit more room to move. None of them were stacked three abreast yet...

...he didn't trust this scenario, no way the Sith would just stand there and wait for them to come at him, which is why Laith switched the optics in his helm over to infrared vision which allowed him to track via heat signatures. If Mikhail was trying to lure them in via an illusion he'd be able to recognize it and could warn the others...​

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@[member="Mikhail Shorn"]@Ordo @Kable Detta @Briika Tor @Strider Garon​

 

[Ayden Cater]

On Board the Starfall
High Orbit over Eriadu
@[member="Gavin Ovmar"]

The orbital battle thus far was relatively calm. As of yet, the Fringe capital ships had not directly engaged his own forces which suited him just fine. That simply meant they had that much more time to harass the enemy with their long-range turbolasers. At Kayri, Protectorate forces had learned how the Fringe ships favored close quarters combat. So rather than attempt to rewrite Protectorate naval plans, they simply began upgrading select ship batteries to fire at longer ranges. With the protection offered by their shield ships, Protectorate ships were not at all uncomfortable with this defensive firing.

Any Fringe fighters foolish enough to approach would first find themselves under fire from Task Force Talon. The edges of their formations would be harried by quad laser fire from the blockade runners. Myriad corvettes flew alongside them, ready to dissuade attempts at fleeing with tractor beams shot across the nose of the enemy fighters. Attempting to get past them would have been dangerous enough. However, the corralling efforts were aimed at pushing Fringe fighters into waiting formations of Nebulon B7s, who waited in hunter trios, readying to shred enemy fighters with their numerous quad laser turrets.

Beyond the mobile harassers of Task Force Talon was the main fleet. And while there were certainly anti-starfighter weapons on them to worry about, the final and largest threat lay with Task Force Alatar. Dozens of carriers of all sizes lay in waiting formation, along with wings of Protectorate fighters, interceptors, and bombers. Many of the carriers were just as fast as the ships in Task Force Talon, but with the added danger of numerous tractor beam projectors and batteries of anti-starfighter weapons. To attempt to dive through such a gauntlet would all but assure the annihilation of any Fringe pilot who attempted to plow through.

On the Starfall, Ayden turned to one of his lieutenants. "Divert one Incus-class cruiser and two Telum-class frigates and have them hold position in atmo above the capital city. Repel any and all landing ships that do not have Protectorate IFF tags and support our ground forces. Take two Watcher-class corvettes as well. Track all incoming heat signatures and destroy them with extreme prejudice." On his order, several capital ships broke away from Task Force Alatar and began descent into the planet's atmosphere. Soon, fires born of friction broke out against the shields of the ships, illuminating them on wings of fire. It would have been a spectacle for any to behold.

@[member="Aedan Miles"]
When he got word that someone was attempting to surrender himself, Ayden nearly choked. Who in the world would think that NOW would be a good time to try and come forward for forgiveness? "This is not the time, nor the place for this sort of thing. If you're sincere with your offer, then get the hell off the planet and submit yourself to authorities on Fondor. I can deal with you when I'm not in the middle of a planetary invasion. This is -not- the time to come forward and try to surrender yourself to custody. Get out of the way and let me get back to saving these people."

 

[Strider Garon]

ERIADU
DIRTSIDE
OMEGA BASE- Fighting @[member="Mikhail Shorn"] in a Dark Alley
Mando SquadErmac Laith @Ordo @Kable Detta @Briika Tor @Strider Garon

The formation halted as they squared off with the brave sith lord, cradled away in a dark alley. The darjetti did not hide the the fact he was about to fry the Mando'ade with force trickery that could create lightening. Strider had suffered many times from such attack and even just at the prospect of being electrocuted again his muscles spasmed with ghost pains.

The old soldier was too well disciplined to let such prospects slow him down or force him to hesitate on what needed to be done. His EE-3 blaster carbine was already well trained upon the Sith, the tip of his Fett Kal trench knife acting as makeshift bayonet thirsted for blood. Strider would then place himself into the kneeling firing position so that Ordo could have a clear shot before they lit Mikhail Shorn up with a magnificent display of fireplay on his command.

Strider waited, his breathing regulated to make the shot as his nerves solidified into iron. If and when the order was given, Strider would follow with out hesitation and hopefully in tandem with the rest of the squad they would bring death upon this sith.

 

[Jorus Merrill]

Middle of Nowhere
@[member="Kasamann"]

The Class-A thermal detonator, unblocked and unaddressed, landed on the modified StealthX, and everything within forty metres - including a hemisphere of tarmac and earth -- vanished. Including the ship. Jorus observed a moment of silence for a nice starfighter that no longer existed.

As a man who could fly through uncharted hyperspace at 0.2, and cross a galaxy without running into anything, sixty miles an hour wasn't really much of...a thing. Every Master of the Force faced a choice between throwing stones into the water and reading ripples, between shouting and listening, between power and insight. Jorus had no Force powers. At all. What he did have was a very particular set of instincts, instincts that made him a nightmare for people like Kasamann.

And also ears. A centaur running sixty miles an hour on asphalt and permacrete was loud, loud, loud.

Decelerating from that without breaking a leg would take the centaur a while, several seconds. Jorus sidestepped right and turned left; the supersonic tail snapped past his face as the centaur stampeded past. His raised shotgun fired point-blank at the critter's flank with Force-enhanced precognitive aim, both barrels, eight-gauge. One was loaded with a concussion round designed to shove and shove hard. The other was an anti-blaster round full of ablative ceramic flechettes and dampener aerosol. Of course, at this range, against this target, it was more of a wide-angle whirlwind of supersonic ceramic darts designed to shatter after they'd penetrated flesh.

 

[Velok the Younger]

TARKIN MEMORIAL CONFERENCE CENTER
Northeast Conference Room - @[member="Darth Kentarch"], broadcasting; @[member="Masamune Tametomo"], negotiating with some planetary officials, businessmen, lobbyists, etc.
Northeast Conference Room Entrance - @[member="Rave"] Merrill
Front Steps - @[member="HK-36"], broadcasting
On Approach - @[member="Basaba Willamina"] (speeder), @[member="Krest"] (starship)

Rave continued to wait in the shadows by the northeast conference room's only door, her armor's photokinetic cloaking engaged. From here she had a good line of sight on the empty main conference room down a level, and on the building's only doors.

 

[Shinju]

TARKIN MEMORIAL CONFERENCE CENTER
Northeast Conference Room - @Darth Kentarch, broadcasting; @Masamune Tametomo, negotiating with some planetary officials, businessmen, lobbyists, etc.
link to gear

"Now now I'll go near the negotiations and see that we get in good. Enjoy the time lets see where abouts." Shinju was walking only with one of her soldiers while she continued forward towards the center holding her equipment a smile on her face and enjoying he chaos happening around her. Oh so much destruction could come eventually but the first real treat would be to find the people and make sure they understood that they were here to help them. Of course if they refused she did have what she did best to fall back on the fear tactics and a love for gruesome displays of those disobeying. That was what came to her while she moved through the center and spoke. "Come out come out wherever you are."

 

[Lord Ghoul]

(OOC: screwing up post order to answer the question in Ermac's post. )
ERIADU
DIRTSIDE
OMEGA BASE- Fighting Mandos in a Dark Alley
Mando SquadErmac Laith @Ordo @Kable Detta @Briika Tor @Strider Garon


The helmet optics of Ermac's picked up on a definite heat signature. And Ordo would feel Dark Side radiating from the figure in the armor. He both felt and appeared to be entirely present. Unfortunately for the Mandalorians, Mikhail Shorn was not a patient man. A phrik ball bearing levitated from the pouch at his belt and hovered in the air before him for a moment. The Thronebreaker wielded formidable power with telekinesis, with this single ball bearing he could cause incomprehensible damage upon a lone enemy.

Shorn gestured.

The phrik ball bearing uttered a small sonic boom as it shrieked through the air toward the lead Mandalorian at railgun velocity. Such was the speed of the ball bearing that if the phrik contacted the beskar it was well capable of punching through as the two hardest metals in the galaxy came into contact. At the very least, it would leave a horrific dent.

 

[Matreya]

Just as the man was lining up his shot, the Andolith was swinging his tail in an arc towards the weapon. Without drawing back properly the strength was nothing near enough to damage the gun, but it was enough to alter its trajectory. Hitting the top of the barrel at the precise time he launched into the air, the shots did little damage to the man other than soft bruising on his underside, thanks to debris rocketing upward, which his makeshift armor did little to protect.

Skidding to a halt a few feet past the man, the warrior drew his tail back and snapped it twice more. Once aimed at the mans collar then another at the ankle of the man, the prior being a less than deadly attack seeking to draw the mans attention where the latter would knock him off his feet - if not decapitate them. For while on the ground, he would have to worry about the Tsaisi that dropped from his side after feeling a select few muscle contractions.

@[member="Jorus Merrill"]

 

[Amadalia Vyrn]

TARKIN MEMORIAL CONFERENCE CENTER
Northeast Conference Room - @Darth Kentarch, broadcasting; @Masamune Tametomo, negotiating with some planetary officials, businessmen, lobbyists, etc.
@Lady Exedo @Amadalia Vyrn @Rave Merrill



There was quite a crowd gathering around Tarkin's Memorial Conference center; the holonews brought about the usual rubberneckers, along with media, demanding answers and asking other questions. Things were still pretty undetermined just where the general population was leaning towards. However, having Fringe forces as well as a DRAGON of all things fighting the Protectorate forces while they attempted to negotiate wasn't doing much to quell any uneasiness. "If they were here to help, then why such a show of Force?" For this humancentric planet, it was a bit difficult to take in the shock value of having so much sensationalism.

Murmurs about the Bando Gora rose, for it had been indeed a very real threat. The light cast over head seemed to shift over her. Testimonies on how the Omega Protectorate provided aid to the neighboring plants as well as protecting them from the Bando Gora threat rose. They could not argue that while yes, they were in Protectorate care, they had flourished in it. "With the Protectorate, we finally reconnected to the Core Worlds, opening up Eriadu to become once again, a flourishing trade hub, connecting the Rimma Trade Route along to Sanctuary Pipeline, Hydian Way, and even the Corellian Trade Spine. "


"Yes, the Protectorate also provided military training to Eriadu's militia, teaching us how to protect themselves from any Bando Gora threat as well as that of any war lords that had ravished other planets like Sluis Van, Elrood during the Dark Harvest event, and Belsavis." She came to a stop at the steps, where the droid spoke as she seemingly disappeared into the crowd that grew louder, "While yes, they did conscript Eriadu men and women into the service, it was only to protect our local sectors if needed --- other than that, the Protectorate left Eriadu to continue on with their lifestyle."

"But what about the Sith!? What about those who claim about imposing religious restrictions? " Amadalia heard from her left, 'Truth be told, others would murmur, no Sith had ever been removed from their home. The King of Thyferra kept his crown', other's said, as she passed unnoticed, another also murmuring how "there are many companies who freely were able to sell and trade their goods in whatever manner they chose."


Time and time and again, The Protectorate had certainly provided protection and aid for each of it's planets within their sphere of influence --- It was an oath given by the former Lady Protector herself.

"With all this in mind --- just who were they supposed to believe?" Inside of the building came another comment, and she heard, passing seemingly unaware of her, as if she wasn't there, "The one who'd brought us back from the Dark ages of the Gulag Virus? Or the ones here, broadcasting that the Protectorate spouted lies? With nary a shred of actual proof compared to the promises kept by the Protectorate in the years under their care?"


Interesting indeed.

 

[Jorus Merrill]

@[member="Kasamann"] had just jumped up to avoid the blast, landed it perfectly, and -- in the process -- gone from sixty miles an hour to a full stop. Not in a couple dozen meters, but in a very, very short amount of space.

Impossible, but Jorus was used to fighting impossible. He slammed the long double barrel up, intercepting the tail with the hard beskar muzzle. The collar shot hit Mandalorian iron and did absolutely nothing -- but if this joker expected to land accurate hits while still stabilizing and decelerating, he had another think coming. Physics didn't work like that.

Without hesitation, Jorus shoved the gun down with his left hand, nearly vertical, let go, and jabbed it down with his right, like a sabre thrust. The ankle shot hit beskar and ricocheted off.

His free left hand drew with blinding speed, and fired the Czerka HeadBanger riot gun he'd cut down to pistol size. The wriggling tsaisi caught the epicenter of a blast that could knock out a crowd for days, or drop a roomful of charging Wookiees. Best stungun in the galaxy, far too wide-angle for a sabre to deflect, sufficient to put down a Sith Lord.

That snap shot from the hip would send the tsaisi flying, unconscious, and probably force Kasamann to hop up again to keep his legs from going numb, but the pistol's muzzle was still rising in a gunslinger's draw every bit as fast as Kasamann's bullwhip tail. Another wide-angle riot gun shot snapped out point-blank, this time aimed at the centaur's body as that tail retracted from the ankle hit.

Jorus' eyes never left the centaur's.

 

[Isar]

Fringe Forward Operating CP
Friendlies: @Lucianus Adairhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/3310-lucianus-adair/ @Alen Na'Varro
Hostiles: @[member="Nyos Val"]

The white dragon stood, surrounded by the dug in fortifications of the Fringe's forward operating base. The cyborg might have a few AA and artillery units, but an engagement here would be attempting to go toe to toe with the entirety of the Fringe's landing forces. That, needless to say, would not end well for the cyborg's little entourage.

Faenrovon watched without comment as the cyborg continued to walk forward.

 

[Dredge]

FRINGE COMMAND POST
OBJECTIVE 1 MOBILIZE TROOPS TO SHIELD GENERATOR AND LINK UP WITH DROID REINFORCMENTS


CITY STREETS
REGROUP WITH STRIKE FORCE AT FOB

FRINGE FOB

Commander Musta stood above a holomap laying out plans for the main strike force to take out sheild generator one, he knew that they were all heavily guarded and it would take every one of his men to secure the first one, they would leave fringe forces to destroy the second. If they couldn't the main invading force could not secure the city and they would be stuck out here in enemy hands. "Alright! Here's the plan!" The commander said as he laid everything out for his various captains and crew around the table with him. "Enemy fortifications are sealed up hard we need to hit them with everything we have if we are to take it down. Now teams one through ten will arrive and we will provide artillery fire from here, get it done" Giving his short brief the Yuuzhan Vong Commander moved forward to dismiss his men to their duties it was going to be a long bloody battle and he intend to make sure he survived it so he could carry on in his duties for the Horde. "Be sure to send word to Serpants Bane Three Four to return and link back up with us." He said to one of his peons that quickly bowed and saw to it that a message was transmitted to Vuuhan and his squad. Now all that was left was to send his troops down the road to begin the assault on the first generator.

Troops scurried and moved about quickly hoping into various formations to get moving. This was certainly going to be a long fight and more than likely most of them wouldn't return from it alive. As the Yuuzhan Vong strike forced moved into position with one hundred and fifteen infantry and ten tank beasts, they would be enough to hit the target hard with a little assistance along the way. Rows of troops mounted up and began to move down the road to the position of the first sheild generator. "Move out!!" The different officers cried out as they moved onward to begin the attack. The black armored forces rallied with the tanks walking to the objective, they had a good two miles until they hit the defensive fortifications and soon they would be there to raise all manners of hell. However they needed help from some fringe forces along the way.

 

[Matreya]

(Wow. Fail. Meant to say he used tk to slow himself. Sorry, gotta get my head on straight)

Throwing up a telekinetic barrier, the Andolith stilled himself against the pressure that continued his way. Though the attack was blocked, things moving at high speed cant slow entirely, and even if they do the pressure is still consistent against the air molecules. Which knocked him to his side as a result.

As swiftly as he could, he righted himself, and reached far behind himself to draw Storm, which he held in a tight grip. Moving closer the Andolith started off with another swift shot aimed for the same location on the mans neck - if he could repeatedly strike the same spot it would shatter optimistically - then followed up with a swift combination drive that first swung downward towards his opponents knees, then up slightly and to the right as of to swing towards the mans arm, lastly it finished by swinging the edge of the razor sharp alchemy blade towards the mans hand that held the trigger of the gun.

Then he unleashed. Charging along his arm as the swing began, arcs of electricity shot hard and fast down the blade to explode from the tip in a powerful torrent. All of this being simply to disarm the man. Next came something Kasamann rarely used, drawing from the small pouch on his waist, a small cryoban grenade that he threw at the mans torso. Yes he was in close range, but molecular heating was something of a skill of the Stealthers - it was needed to properly fool high tech sensors. But he wouldnt begin until the moment it was necessary.

Cutting the torrent off, the Andolith drew another swift combo at Jorus, first at the same point in the mans neck, then a simultaneous attack at the center of his chest and his cranium in a downward strike. Both the blade and his tail were severely sharp, if he was lucky he could chip through swift enough to truly do some damage and the mans head - which was sought by his tail - was far softer.

@[member="Jorus Merrill"]

 

[Matreya]

The only surprising thing for Lord Daemos at this moment was the fact that he was actually topside when the invasion began. After racing outside and deducing the Fringe - his companies sponsors - were doing to conquering. As always, the man was inside his Beskar'gam and armed to the teeth. Launching into the skies, he landed atop the nearest roof in but a moment.

Donning his helmet, Daemos waited a moment then spoke, "Dan (Droid Advanced Navigator), lets see where we can best be of use." Instantly scans of his surroundings began to read off on his HUD. Racing along the roof for a moment he leapt high and hard before continuing in the same fashion along the next.

His destination was the nearby Conference Center, where he was hoping to find someone in command to get the information needed before running into a fight. Soon enough the building loomed into the distance, and upon entry his senses picked up on a familiar scent, something he always sought to utilize. Moving towards the being he had seen during his allies meeting with the Fringe leaders.

Rave Merrill. Slowing his walk, the towering man rounded a corner and stopped to nod his head in the womans direction, "Ms Merrill, I am Lord Daemos of the JAC, Im sure you all could use the aid so where would you have me?" Daemos asked with a polite tone.

@[member="Rave Merrill"]