Lab Work

[H.A.R.D.L.I.N.E]

The group in the shuttle was quite the interesting group, some special forces operatives, some mercs, some people he picked up through more shady means, but they were all on this shuttle for a reason. Hardline had been drawn to some random space station in the middle of nowhere for a reason. A secondary program activated in him, why it was activated is still a mystery. What this program did however was no mystery. It gave him some coordinates, and made him really want to go to them, like a moth to a flame.

He only did preliminary scouting, in which it was confirmed it was a space station, not much to it on the outside, but something important must be inside if his creators wanted him to go here, something really important. He did not know if there would be any opponents in here, but he did know it was better to be safe than sorry. This is why he gathered this rag tag team of mercs and a few assorted others for this job, you never know.

Hopefully everyone would be getting aquainted, that would improve mission performance by a small degree, personal bonds increase performance, hardline had noted this from many years of dealing with organics.
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[Tyberius Fel]

A haze clouded the mind of Vorian like the early morning fog of Voss. Blinking, the Jedi Padawan held his head and reached out for support, staggering onto his feet. Vorian wasn't quite sure what happened. He was on a relief mission on a famine stricken planet within the borders of the Silver Sanctum. A black figure had raced through the corner of the eye, and before he could quite realize what was happening, his limbs turned to lead and darkness had consumed his vision.

And now? He was in this.. space station?

Vorian stepped into what appeared to be a sort of atrium, head still swimming.

"Hello?" He inquired tentatively.

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