Asharad Graush
D A N G E R O U S
From Sith Acolyte to Officer of the First Order...
A'sharad Graush was a warrior, through and through.
The Sith Hybrid stalked through the halls of the First Order's Citadel, Imperial uniform, crisp and to perfection as he strode through the long white corridors of the facility. Rarely did he wear the garments that he had normally sported while in the thinning ranks of the One Sith. Dusty whites and light grays, as befit of his name as the White Assassin. But he had let that title die when he joined the ranks of the First Order.
One day perhaps it'd be resurrected if he so chose to help rebuild the Sith, but A'sharad did not see that day coming, not soon anyway.
Silver and black lightsabre hilt bouncing on his thigh as he entered a large, extremely so, room. Within it, hundreds of the First Order's soldiers marching out of the Hangar and into the Carrier ships outside.
The Sith had assumed command of the 482nd Infantry Regiment. A single regiment was needed to squelch the rising rebels on the distant planet Annaj.
So many soldiers in one place. I was on Prakith when the Republic attacked so long ago, but the soldiers on either side had not been so well... Practiced.
Once upon a time the planet had been apart of the Galactic Empire. It was only right that they return home, no?
To feel the embrace of their loving mother once again would be a kindness, even if the mission wasn't mean to bring them back into the First Order's fold, this mission would still serve to remind the people of the planet of a heritage the First Order shared with them.
For the mission, he had requested a single Knight of Ren, who was it? None other than [member="Isla Ashen"], but he had yet to meet her in person. A'sharad didn't know her name, he didn't know she was assigned to him, and he likely wouldn't find out until they were actually in the same room for his powers within the Sense category within the Force were paltry at best, the only skill he was proficient in was battle precognition, and that was more subconscious than anything.
His powerful strides brought him past the lines of the soldiers and in a few minutes onto the ship as he headed for the briefing room. There, he expected to find the Disciple of Ren, where else would they receive mission parameters? The rest of the Stormtroopers however would follow orders, receiving their own personal briefings on the way or over the intercom, once they were orbiting the planet Annaj.
Finally, after several hallways, lifts and redirections he had found the briefing room and he entered to begin the briefing...
A'sharad Graush was a warrior, through and through.
The Sith Hybrid stalked through the halls of the First Order's Citadel, Imperial uniform, crisp and to perfection as he strode through the long white corridors of the facility. Rarely did he wear the garments that he had normally sported while in the thinning ranks of the One Sith. Dusty whites and light grays, as befit of his name as the White Assassin. But he had let that title die when he joined the ranks of the First Order.
One day perhaps it'd be resurrected if he so chose to help rebuild the Sith, but A'sharad did not see that day coming, not soon anyway.
Silver and black lightsabre hilt bouncing on his thigh as he entered a large, extremely so, room. Within it, hundreds of the First Order's soldiers marching out of the Hangar and into the Carrier ships outside.
The Sith had assumed command of the 482nd Infantry Regiment. A single regiment was needed to squelch the rising rebels on the distant planet Annaj.
So many soldiers in one place. I was on Prakith when the Republic attacked so long ago, but the soldiers on either side had not been so well... Practiced.
Once upon a time the planet had been apart of the Galactic Empire. It was only right that they return home, no?
To feel the embrace of their loving mother once again would be a kindness, even if the mission wasn't mean to bring them back into the First Order's fold, this mission would still serve to remind the people of the planet of a heritage the First Order shared with them.
For the mission, he had requested a single Knight of Ren, who was it? None other than [member="Isla Ashen"], but he had yet to meet her in person. A'sharad didn't know her name, he didn't know she was assigned to him, and he likely wouldn't find out until they were actually in the same room for his powers within the Sense category within the Force were paltry at best, the only skill he was proficient in was battle precognition, and that was more subconscious than anything.
His powerful strides brought him past the lines of the soldiers and in a few minutes onto the ship as he headed for the briefing room. There, he expected to find the Disciple of Ren, where else would they receive mission parameters? The rest of the Stormtroopers however would follow orders, receiving their own personal briefings on the way or over the intercom, once they were orbiting the planet Annaj.
Finally, after several hallways, lifts and redirections he had found the briefing room and he entered to begin the briefing...