If this doesn't kill us Kyrel certainly will

[Aurora]

Aurora was sat in the Mustafar castle studying some books from Kyrel's collection. She felt her head nod as she studied the words and images- the history of Jedi forms- but even though she found the practical side fun, researching and studying bored her. She'd already gone through two other large books about the force but this one was much bigger and seemed to be endless. Turning the page, she was met yet again with full pages of writing with a small illustration at the bottom.
"How can someone write this much?" She muttered to herself
She began to ponder what the author's life must have been like when she realised she'd stopped reading and was now just rhythmically moving her eyes across the ink- the worst part was that she couldn't remember where she was before. With a frustrated groan, Aurora stood from the table she was sat at and went to go on a small walk, which would hopefully wake her up to read the rest of the book.
She was passing a window when something felt.... off....
Her feet stopped in their tracks as she focused on the force. There was definitely something happening nearby and by the feel of it, it was big- maybe a test of a weapon from the first order? No.. this was....
Her brows furrowed as her gaze moved to outside.
"Oh shit!" She cried when she saw the rocket flying her way and dove away just as it impacted, the window exploding.

[member="Zesiro"]

 

[Brent Smith]

Brent tossed his bag down on the bunk with a heavy sigh before plopping down on the sheets himself. He still smelled of sweat, blaster discharge, and gunpowder from the mission he had just come from. The agent removed his shades, rubbing his weary eyes for a second before placing them back on. He wasn't a fan of Malastare, the place was by far too hot, and it was like death itself. But at least inside here it was climate controlled and in 24 hours he would be transferred out back home for 2 weeks of leave with his family to look forward to.

The agent heaved himself up and made his way to the refreshers. A hot shower helped to loosen his sore muscles and ease the tension out of his body. When he was done, Brent stepped out on the tile floor and scrubbed the mirror clear of the foggy film that covered it from his cleansing. He mostly recognized the face in the mirror, but he didn't recognize the eyes. They were tired and worn, instead of carrying that optimism they had when he first entered, his eyes had become more cold. The bloodshed was starting to take its toll on him.

His sonic razor buzzed as the man trimmed away the beard of three weeks without shaving that had accumulated on his jawline. The tufts of hair fell into the sink like a steady rain until he he was cleanly shaven once more. Brent gave his work an appraising eye, turning his chin both ways to check for any residue. Satisfied, he rinsed the hair down the drain and made his way back to the bunk. He crashed on it, face first without even bothering to pull the sheets up over himself. Sleep took the agent over quickly like a welcome embrace.

A nebulous of semi-logical, semi-related events unfolded before his eyes as Brent slept. Most were memories; a disjointed warping from his home life and his work, back and forth they went. Suddenly the dreams took a horrible turn. Brent felt his chest seize up with a sense of impending fear, of impending doom. The man could see a rocket, a fiery rocket cut through the air in his sleep, headed towards him, he could feel the impending doom like it was all going in slow motion. Just before it hit, the agent was jolted awake. His eyes stared up at the white ceiling, a layer of sweat covering him, his breath coming in rapid bursts. Over head the ceiling fan was turning lazily, keeping the room cool and clear.

"Its just a dream," Brent consoled himself, sitting up. "Just a--"

A distant explosion cut through his words. The agent's shoulders sagged as he groaned, "Oh God, not again..."

Brent rose to his feet, pulling his ShadowZal from the closet and donning it as the alarms began to blare, warning of an attack. Brent reached into his bag, pulling out a variety of pistols, rifles, powerpacks and ammo clips, holstering them all along his inner coat's concealed slots before putting his leather boots on. With his bag of tricks in his left hand, Brent moved into the hall, yawning and scratching his hair, "Hey guys, what's up?"

[member="Aurora"] I [member="Zesiro"]​

 

[Armand Temi]

When her father was away, Varas did what she was normally prevented from doing each morning due to her punishing training routine.

She stayed in bed all morning.

The copper-blonde Disciple stayed awake, but she lazed and languished, and even just the act of doing nothing felt rebellious. Kyrel’s student population had grown, and he’d taken in a new apprentice named Aurora, who Varas had avoided out of shyness, but today perhaps she would seek her out. He was also very mum about a horned woman who he'd gone to visit on Iktotch, but his personal life was largely off limits.

Finally rising, stretching and slipping on her ewok slippers (yes, she might have been a darksider but she was still practically a teenager), she exited her room, slipped into the fresher and splashed water on her face to further wake up.

Boom!

The tiled floor shook under her feet. Was someone setting off fireworks? Or was this some kind of sick and twisted emergency preparation drill manufactured by her father to keep them all on their toes. Skidding down the hallway, Varas followed the smell of smoke to Kyrel’s library. Still in her pajamas and slippers she ran into the room to see Aurora and Brent, staring at the giant crumbling hole in the wall.

With a mix of wonder and annoyance, she also asked, “What the feth just happened?"

[member="Brent Smith"] [member="Zesiro"] [member="Aurora"]

 

[Sara Lee Jones]

[member="Brent Smith"] [member="Aurora"]

It had been what a month? She learned she had the force and it was quite...strong. now she was in a nice little room where it had so many books about the many darkside users about the force stuff she was told basically learn or we'll execute you...so hey! Might as well enjoy this story if Darth plaguiss the wise...

But she grew bored, it was so much different from time as a military member your next mission was attacking something your likely gonna die from...ok maybe this was a good change but who cares she was bored with nothing to do at all besides read and train...lwast now she could move stuff and lift small items...

Then suddenly BOOM! Something exploded, in the room above....she dropped her book as she tried remaining calm so she wouldn't flip out...shes been doing good keeping it oejt up and relaxing it during training yep yep yep

She moved her way up a a She peeked up the stairs seeing a fellow initiate as she rushed over

are you Ok?

She asked quietly and calm

 

[Aurora]

Aurora couldn't hear what anyone else was saying, her thoughts racing and leaving her lips.
"I'm dead, I'm so flipping dead! He's going to kill me!"
Her hand reached into her jacket but couldn't seem to find her saber... Only then did she look around, spotting it in the pile of rubble. Swiftly she picked it up and turned to [member="Brent Smith"] and [member="Sara Lee Jones"].
"Right, you two start putting this back together!" She ordered "No way is there going to be a single trace of this!"
She then turned to [member="Varas Kyrel"]- Kyrel's daughter.
"And you... you just stand there and give me something pretty to look at while I make sure there's no witnesses."
Giving a brief cheeky wink to Varas, Aurora force jumped out the hole, her blood orange saber igniting and beggining to slice down the attackers.

 

[Zesiro]

[member="Aurora"] [member="Sara Lee Jones"] [member="Varas Kyrel"] [member="Brent Smith"]

While not exactly a Disciple or even a person within the First Order, Zesiro had a right to be within the walls of this castle on Mustafar. Former apprentice to Kyrel and his first lover. In that part of her life, they were both students and masters, it had ended though and she had moved on. Though in the end, she returned. The others here did not know why, that was kept between her and Kyrel and she trusted it would remain that way.

However, she maintained an almost strict routine for herself and their daughter through the day. Waking up at breakfast, she took her child along and allowed her eat with her and then their daily lessons would begin. Quite often alone, especially when Kyrel was off on missions like he was now.

They were just finishing up breakfast when an alarm went off. Grabbing Hannah, she ran back to their shared room and put her daughter in there.

"Stay here until I find out what's going on."

Closing the door, the little girl knew better than to disobey her mother.
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Dashing to where the sound of breaking glass and a loud boom came from, Zesiro ran into the room. In front of her was a hole in the wall along with four other people in front of it.

"Hey, who's attacking and why?"

 

[Brent Smith]

Brent was terrified, genuinely scared. The way this teen Ren was shamefully flirting made the agent roll his eyes so hard he was scared they were about to pop out of his skull.

She started giving them orders to put this place back together and feaking out that he was going to kill her for this random attack on First Order property. By he Brent guessed she meant Kyrel Ren. Well, at least she had her priorities strait. Judging by the rag-tag attack from this cabal they were probably terrorists formed from local disgruntled miners. Judging by the way they were charging in head first, they probably wanted to take hostages for bargaining chips for whatever their means were. Maybe they wanted the whole building for leverage with the Second-Coming-Of-Vader. Or maybe they just genuinely sucked at what they were doing, all were options after all and none of them mutually exclusive.

He looked at the oncoming attack from the Molten surface of Mustafar as these rogues charged towards the hole they had made in the castle. Atmosphere was venting out and intentionally or not, Brent could see that these attackers had dealt a more devastating blow with their first attack than they would with anything that followed. Along the gaping hole, a spider-web like pattern of cracks were lacing their way along the wall, and up the ceiling. There were a lot of questions like, what just happened? and are you ok? going around, but right now, Brent didn't have time to socialize. None of them did, really.

"One of you Ren, or a few of you, support the roof with your powers," Brent said drawing a repeating blaster pistol from his coat, "Or all the upper levels are going to come crashing down on us."

As if to accentuate his point, a fist full size block of duracrete fell from the ceiling shattering on the floor like a bunch of peppered rocks.

"Just keep it up long enough for the maintenance droids to do their work," the agent said over his shoulder as he fired a burst at the crowd.

"Hey, who's attacking and why?"

"Your guess is as good as mine," the man said without turning around. "Terrorists is my bet."

He watched as the flirty teen ran out there like someone with a death wish. He grimaced, if the girl had waited a second longer they could have formulated a battle plan and had this down like a team in a matter of seconds. Brent sighed as a blaster bolt hissed by his head. He would have to talk to Kyrel about the way these Ren were running into things Helter-skelter all the time. Especially the young ones. They'd all die out if they weren't careful.

Brent paused his firing and gave a half shrug. That wouldn't be too bad of an idea, now that he was thinking about it.

One of the attackers broke off from the line of attack, bringing his vibroblade down at Brent's throat in a heavy slash. The Agent easily side stepped the attack, bringing his weapon to bear on the man's chest with a trio of blaster shots. The body fell down and Brent ducked back to his cover, he'd have to be more careful.

[member="Zesiro"] I [member="Aurora"] I [member="Sara Lee Jones"] I [member="Varas Kyrel"]​