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Lay of the Land

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...
 
Isla Ashen stood silently in the briefing room, her arms crossed and her green eyes set upon the view-port. The disciple did not like being confined in ships, but at least this room gave her enough space to keep the air steady in her lungs. Though the unease was still very present in her chest, she was at least able enough to keep her expression neutral and calm. As always, she wore the dark robes signature of the Ren, complete with a black cloak upon her shoulders. For the moment, her hood was drawn up over her face, only a few strands of flame-hued hair visible from beneath the fold of fabric.

Her eyes slid closed as she waited in the empty room, she only knew that she was to meet a member of the First Order’s military here. The other details would arrive with him. Isla had no issues working alongside a soldier, she was aware that some higher ranking members of the Ren even commanded their own detachments of troopers. Perhaps it would do her well to get to know some of these military types, though she had few ambitions when it came to leading others into battle. Isla was the sort that liked to run alone, without others to hold her back. However, it did not mean that she was not loyal. For this mission, she had been ordered to cooperate and assist as she was able.

That is exactly what she would do, even if it meant taking orders from some unfamiliar man.

Her eyes snapped open, and she turned towards the door... knowing that her companion was approaching, even before she could hear his footsteps. Isla lifted her chin slightly as he entered, so that she could see him from beneath the hood of her cloak. Based on his appearance, she guessed that he was around her age, or perhaps even a few years her junior. Though Isla considered herself to be tall, he was much taller and his build was strong. Slim fingers rose and brought the hood way from her pale face, and she offered a respectful nod.

“I am Isla Ashen, disciple of Ren.” She said in a low voice, “And you are?”
 
A'sharad's presence in the Force rolled off of him. His rage was like water about to be boiled. There were small ripples in the water where a stray thought, a distraction one could say surfaced snd crossed through his mind. Every single one of these thoughts were waiting to boil over and drown anyone who wasn't careful in its blazing heat.

Collateral damage was of little concern to the Sith hybrid.

A low voice came from a figure in the corner of the empty room. No one else had arrived yet.

The Colonel's large frame turned to regard the figure that had removed the dark shroud from their features. His surprise was clear when the obviously corrupted gaze he was birthed with, widened in surprise at seeing a woman.

A woman so pale nonetheless.

"The leader of this operation," he said drily as he turned to walk to the holotable in the centre of the room. It occurred to him that he wasn't in the presence of a Sith, but rather a Knight of Ren, and he shot a glance over his shoulder as he activated the device before him.

"High Colonel A'sharad," he said moments later. That was the closest she was going to get to an apology from the prideful Sith.

Shame that he doubted she'd know that.

Close to a minute later, enough time to converse briefly, an assortment of Captains, Lieutenants, and other military personnel that headed some formation in the First Order's military assembled.

Soon enough, the last person entered. The General heading the Legion this force was apart of.

General Spike.

An older Imperial and traditionalist.

Of course it was merely a hologram.

"You will deploy to Annaj. Much of the residents remember their Imperial background. High Command has received information of the rebel cells on the planet."

The General paused before continuing.

"Orders will be transmitted to each of you in here." The faint sensation of the ship shaking was felt. They knew it for the ship lifting off from the planet and heading into the atmosphere.

"On the ground, the rebel cells inciting violence against us are in hiding in the swamps and forests. Reports say they have installations all over the forwsts, some even in the swamps."

They broke atmosphere.

"Find them. Eliminate them. Dismissed."

The hologram disappeared m, the other officers and military personnel filed out of the room with stray glances for their young commanding glances. And then they were in hyperspace.

"Isla Ashen," he said a moment later, not having moved from his position in front of the holodisplay. "Have you worked much with the Military?"
 
Isla’s sharp green eyes noticed the surprise on the man’s face as he entered. Perhaps she was not what he had been expecting. Her expression remained neutral when he introduced himself as the leader of the operation, and then followed that with his rank and name. The terse responses did not faze Isla; she merely stood there watching quietly. She let silence fall between them, for what could have been no longer than a minute, before the room began to fill. Instead of moving closer to the holodisplay, Isla took a few steps back, content to watch from the edge of the room.

And soon she learned the details of their operation. Annaj was another world that she had never been to; she had seen more of the galaxy during her short time with the Ren, than she ever had before. Though, hunting rebels was not an entirely new notion.

Isla crossed her arms tightly as she felt the ship breaking atmosphere, and her eyes closed to steady her nerves. The feeling of handing her life over to some unknown pilot was unsettling. Though, she told herself over and over that it was not something to worry about. Her breaths came steadily, and her face did not betray her wavering courage, save perhaps for an occasional twitch of the corner of her mouth.

When Isla opened her eyes, the holodisplay was dark now and the image of the General was gone. Her head turned back towards the voice of Colonel A'sharad, but she did not step to approach him.

“I have not had the chance. This will be a first,” She answered as calmly as she could. “Sir.” Isla added, canting her head to the side, realizing that rank held great importance with these military men.

“I saw the troops on Thakwaa, but I did not get to see them in action.” She said, her mind traveling back to the grassy plains. “It will be an interesting experience, I am sure.”
 
There was nothing to worry about while on the ship as far as pilots went. There wasn't one, but multiple for the large Star Destroyer. There were multiple piloting systems to tale care of, many of their intricacies were unknown to A'sharad. In fact, he barely noticed them entering atmosphere and leaving First Order Space.

Remaining silent after her answer, it took him a moment to adjust to the title.

Sir...

It was odd.

Sith were typically referred to as 'My Lord.' But he wasn't amongst those in the One Sith anymore.

"You have no need to refer to me as Sir. Not in private anyway."

Leaning on the holotable, A'sharad looked upon the Ren Disciple curiously."On Thakwaa," he said curiously before remembering it to have been a recent expansion. "The military is quite efficient," he said.

"Will you walk with me?"

It was phrased as an inquiry, but he imagined she was obliged to do as he said, whether she wanted to or not. "Tell me of Thakwaa. What had happened there?"
 
“As you wish,” Isla replied simply, to the Colonel’s request.

Isla moved towards the holo-table, her boots taking long strides, until she came to stand next to A’sharad. Her fingertips tapped along the edge of the smooth surface, and she moved to follow him as he began to walk. The disciple’s steps kept alongside that of the Colonel, easily keeping up with his pace.

“Conquest.” She voiced with a nod, “The forces of the First Order were unmatched, even by the mighty Thakwaash.”

Her green eyes narrowed slightly, remembering the scene at the forward base that day. All of the Stormtroopers lined up neatly, the imposing forms of the Generals and other men in charge of the operations; it had truly been a sight to see. The disciple had only wished that she had come up against one of the natives herself, she had only heard the second hand stories of those that had.

“I was called away to a neighboring world for another mission, so I was not actually planetside for long. I did not see battle that day. But I hope it will be a different story today.”
 
Appearing to be courteous enough to wait until she was along side him, A'sharad watched the Disciple as ahe came closer. With such close proximity he could certainly feel her presence washing over him in the silence.

And then they were off to the Bridge.

Based on what she said, she made it seem as if the Thaakwash were an amazing fighting force. Truly, he doubted it. As a member of a species and culture that revolved around killing and fighting, A'sharad was certain none conpared.

"Have you been on a battlefield, Isla Ashen?" He inquired as they walked, his golden gaze regarding her curiously. "Took a life? Or rather, felt their existence in the Force be extinguished?" The Sith hybrid made no attempt at hiding the silver and black lightsabre on his belt, but it may have escaped her sight from the colouring of his clothing.
 
The next questions posed by A’sharad brought a small, but wicked smile to Isla’s face. While she had not run out onto a battlefield before, she had met her share of combat, even in her short time with the Ren.

“On Dromund Vatsu – in a tomb. And then, inside Echo Base on Hoth.” She said, noting the last locations she had engaged enemies. Isla had done her part to slay their enemies, and the disciple hardly spared a thought for the actions she had taken. But, she did delight in seeing eyes turn blank, and bodies falling lifeless to the ground. “I have taken lives - many.” She said simply, nodding.

“And you, A’sharad?” She asked, calling him by name, and without his rank. Of course, Isla’s sharp eyes had found the saber on his belt; she had noticed when he had first appeared before her. But she was learning more and more that the First Order had a number of force users within its ranks, even though some did not fall into the fold of the Knights of Ren. It made her curious, to know why such men and women would not wish to join her in service, but she supposed that there were many reasons.
 
A'sharad listened as she spoke.

So she had seen action, and had killed people? Good.

At least she wouldn't be the sort that was stingy with a weapon.

After she spoke, he nodded his head as if giving her his approval for killing people.

Personally A'sharad had killed many of his peers as a rising member of the One Sith. Any acolyte that got in his way was rewarded with either a decapitation, or his personal favourite, getting cut in half. A certain Sith acolyte that he had faced off against in a training room had only gotten a taste from from the yellow and white plasma blade that burned a hole through his leg and left a deep furrow along the top of it.

That same acolyte even liked to talk smack.

Oh well.

The hybrid imagined he was dead by now anyway.

"I've killed some." He finally said after a few moments of thought. An answer that was equally vague as her own. "I look forward to seeing how you perform," he said, shooting a look in her direction as they turned another corner.

"You haven't been with the First Order long."

It wasn't a question.
 
Isla nodded in response to A’sharad’s answer, and she supposed that having killed some was far better than having killed none. Though, there was something about the way he answered that made the Ren think that he had killed far more than he had let on. Green eyes tracked in his direction for a moment, catching his comment. Indeed, she had not been with the First Order all that long. However, she was quickly learning their ways, and even feeling that she had fit in quite well, no longer an outcast.

“It is true,” She replied, her gaze shifting straight ahead. “And I have much to prove.”

For a few moments she let the silence slip between her and the Colonel, and she listened to the sound of their boots on the floor. Their way to the hangar bay was clear, and they passed only a few as they went. But as they entered, Isla watched the soldiers getting ready to board the transports. They were quick, efficient, and looked the part in their white armor. This was the part that Isla hated most; she did not like being stuffed into little ships, especially when accompanied by the troopers. Too many bodies, too many minds...

But she would endure, and she would do her best to keep from betraying her unsteady nerves to the colonel.
 
Golden gaze levelled on the girl once more as they drew closer to the Hangar.

A'sharad's eyes dropped down to look at the rest of her, even if it were hidden underneath her dark robes like any person who was attuned with the Dark Side did. She wasn't particular large. For a woman yes, but compared to him? Not at all. Had she been a practitioner of Makashi, he would've been surprised, but perhaps. She appeared to be more akin to Ataru, but he wasn't voicing his opinions on the matter yet. The Sith Hybrid would remain quiet.

"We all have much to prove, Isla." A realization came that he liked to say her name aloud, curious, but he continued on the same.

Then, they were in the Hangar Bay and the Star Destroyer that was carrying thousands of the 482nd Regiment dropped out of Hyperspace, and they were already filing into the dropships.

If he were to guess, she had better senses than he did when it came to using abilities like Force sense. But even he could feel the... Apprehension at seeing the unity of the Stormtroopers. He beckoned her to follow him as he started down the steps that would bring them down to the same level as the Stormtrooper. "Is it the ships? Are you afraid of being shot out of the sky?" It was a sound fear, he supposed. Naturally, her answer would determine which way they would go.

The ships with the rest of the Stormtroopers, or his own personal ship?
 
For a moment her green gaze merely stared at the rows of soldiers filing into the dropships, until they caught sight of A’sharad motioning to her. Quick steps brought her back in line with the Colonel, but her attention was not there, until she heard him speak. Her brow furrowed at his questions, and she cast a sidelong glance his way.

“I am not afraid,” Isla responded, “I am uncomfortable.”

But was it fear that gripped her when she felt the shuddering of ships taking off? It was irrational, she knew this much. However, she could not stop the feeling that all of the air was being sucked away from her, when confined in small spaces – it was not simply a matter of being aboard a ship. Isla was annoyed with herself, that he companion had sensed her unease.

“I am not fond of small spaces.” She added finally, offering a bit more insight. “If we can make for the surface swiftly, I would be thankful.”

Whether or not they went alone or along with the troopers, she did not mind. Her arms crossed tightly in front of her, and she put on a brave face, for she did not wish to appear weak.
 
A single ship was in the corner of the Hangar, unseen once they had reached the Hangar's Floor as dropship after dropship were beginning to pass through the hangar bay's shields and out to the planet below. Of course, A'sharad didn't pay much attention to that. Instead, he led them past the perfectly unified soldiers of the 482nd Regiment as she assured him that she wasn't afraid.

Uncomfortable.

Small spaces.

Suppose that made sense, the Sith Hybrid could admit that he wasn't fond of them, in fact, he couldn't remember the last time he had been in cramped interiors, but there were plenty of situations like that as well.

"I do believe few people are fond of small spaces."

Climbing onto his Father's Daisya Infiltrator, in the cockpit of the ship there was already a pilot, and glancing back to them, the High Colonel gave a nod of his head to signal to lift off. Turning back to Isla, he said, "Your fears are understandable." And then he turned away to look at the ramp lift up and he rooted himself to the flooring panels with the Force. Closing his eyes, he knew there was to be a battle, plenty of loss of life, most of it being the enemy.

Any on the side of the First Order weren't worthy.

The Daisya lifted from the hangar floor, and then it was out in space.

Within minutes, they were breaking atmosphere and A'sharad closed his eyes as he removed the distractions from his mind. Anything that would take his mind off of the task at hand was gone. Removed. They no longer existed. In the spacious compartment, the High Colonel said, "We'll be landing within a mile of the enemy's base. A forward base will be constructed for the rest of the Stormtroopers, a quarter of a mile behind our position." Unknown to the Disciple of Ren likely, was the fact that ship itself was invisible as it descended to the large globe that was Annaj. "The two of us will be undetected. The 482nd will be neutralizing Resistance Encampments and other bases. We'll be hitting what our sources say is their main installation." Knowing Rebels, it was likely underground, or partially submerged in the swamps. Regardless, he'd cut through any that were in the way.

"Whatever happens," he said, opening his eyes and his golden orbs shining brightly. "Complete the mission." The cloaked ship was passing over a forest now and he said, "Hover here," over the commlink to the pilot. "We're dropping."

Walking to the edge of the ramp, he simply walked off of it to crash through the branches at the top of a tree ten metres down, head over heels, his eyes flickered back and forth to watch every approaching branch and to sling his fingers and hands around them as he quickly slid, scaled, but primarily fell through the tree until he got to the bottom. At the base of the tree cover, he waited for the Disciple, in the distance, there were plenty of dropships landing, not that A'sharad could see them.

Had he seen her falling through the foliage, he certainly would've caught her with the Force if it was extremely uncontrolled.

Hopefully, they were too low to the ground to have come up on the sensors.
 
Isla remained quiet as they entered the small ship, and unlike A’sharad, she buckled herself into a seat. She let her eyes close, but she listened intently to the information provided by her companion, and gave a nod of her head to acknowledge that she had heard. Green eyes opened to meet his gaze, just as he reiterated the importance of completing the mission.

“If you drop, leave you behind – got it.” Her tone was quiet serious, but there was a glint in her eyes that said otherwise. But really, there was a part of her that knew she would have no problem leaving him, should it come down to that.

Isla unbuckled and stood from her seat, the words ‘we’re dropping’ calling her into motion. She could already feel the wind whipping through her hair, the cold air immediately making her eyes water. However, the feeling of open sky around her made Isla feel instantly at ease. There was danger present, but the thought of jumping was thrilling nonetheless. She watched as A’Sharad stepped off into the unknown, and then saw his large form begin to fall to the trees.

For a brief moment she began to gather the force around her, pulling it in like a cloak around her. It would help to lessen the impact, when that moment came. Isla dove, much like someone that was expecting to fall into the water. With her arms outstretched in front of her, she sped towards the canopy below. Using the force to enhance her senses, she knew that she would soon be in the branches, and a moment later they were reaching for her.

And then she saw it, a chance.

Isla’s hands shot out and grabbed hold of a large branch, her tall form dangled for a moment before she began to climb down. Her fall had been relatively uneventful, not that it had been without minor scrapes and scratches. Once she felt her boots firmly on the ground, she looked around in the darkness for A’sharad. She approached him swiftly, her cloak floating along behind her, brushing against the forest floor.

“We should not linger,” She said quietly, “Let’s go.”
 
Seeing as Isla was maneuvering through the branches well enough on her own, he hardly paid any attention to her, so if she had fallen he would never have noticed. Good thing she didn't because A'sharad's attention was being drawn elsewhere. Crouching beside the tree, by the time the Disciple of Ren hit the ground, the Sith Hybrid's lightsabre was being slipped off of it's belt hook and into his palm. Rising up to his feet just as she landed, she spoke, but he was already moving.

Around them there were shadows moving and the young Colonel only said, "They saw our dropships landing. They came to intercept them." Instead, they were met with two force users. Unfortunate. But for who?

"Kill anyone that's not me."

In a split second decision, he would've made an immediate decision to shove her to the ground, ignite his yellow and white lightsabre, and once that happened there was an explosion of blaster fire towards their location, specifically on him as he ran off in the general direction of the Rebel Base, but far enough out of the way, he was drawing them away. What was his plan? There wasn't one exactly, naturally he expected her to clear out those in the back that were slower off the mark to chase him.

But as he ran, he came to the conclusion that he was to kill as many as he could.

Lightsabre flashed out to the side.

A small tree crashed behind him, tripping up one of those that chased him before the group behind him hopped over it.
 
Isla had moved to follow A’Sharad towards the base, but it soon became clear that they were not alone here in the woods. Her mind and body were alert. Green eyes turned all around, finding shadows momentarily as they moved through the trees, coming in and out of sight as they melded with the darkness. Her fingers twitched at her side and called her saber to their grasp. Simple instructions were voiced next to her by A’Sharad – kill anyone that is not him. Isla nodded, she would do her part well this night.

Suddenly, Isla was on the ground, and she looked up to see red blaster bolts cut through the night. The area became further illuminated by the yellow and white saber in A’sharad’s hand. With gritted teeth, Isla pushed off the forest floor, her boot propelling her forward. Some gave chase and were on her companion’s heels, and some were lagging behind, using their position to fire forward as A’Sharad moved towards the base.

Her crimson blade crackled to life, and soon it was blazing a path through the forest. Using the force to add speed and power to her movements, she leapt upon the first unfortunate soldier, her blade cutting him own swiftly. This alerted his fellows to her presence, and Isla spun out of the way of the blaster bolts that followed. She moved forward, undaunted by the soldier and his rifle – her saber easily deflecting the next shots fired. With a growl, she was in the air again, and her saber came down fast. Too fast for the man to defend against.

The sound of a tree crashing to the ground broke the silence that had fallen, and she ran in that direction. She could see A’sharad’s form, and that of the small group that were on his trail – and now delayed by the fallen tree. Isla would come up behind and clear them out, before attempting to catch up with the colonel.
 
The yellow and white lightsabre cut through an easy tree truck.

But the rebel soldiers knew that.

Some made it over, they were met with a quick flick of his lightsabre, an arm here, then a head, usually it was ended with a quick slash across the throat or the chest, deep enough to burn a furrow through their heart in their meagre armour. There was hardly any expenditure of energy as the Sith Acolyte deactivated his lightsabre when the Disciple of Ren had caught up with him. Slowing down so that she could reach him, he clipped the lightsabre onto his belt and motioned to do the same as he said, "Other patrols and scouts will be out here, further away, but they probably got the reports of our presence." He said. He was a simple person, but when it came to warfare, his mind always seemed to race as it put things together.

"Keep up," he said.

And then he ran off, the Force quickening his speed as he blitzed through the trees, leaping over rotting trees, moving as if he knew the place like the back of his hand.

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Stopping at the edge of the treeline, A'sharad peaked out from around the coward to spot a dozen or so guards situated around the entrance to what appeared to be a small building. Above it was a little outcropping from the earth itself, as if the back of the bunker was built into the earth, and was rooted into the ground. Intelligence reports said that their base was situated underground anyway. There were hundreds of the rebels in their, but A'sharad had brought thousands of his Regiment. Oh well. Poor rebel scum.

"We get inside and get to their command centre. Get their scouts recalled and the 482nd will clear the rest of them. They know we're coming here, but they'll still be slaughtered like cattle."

He shrugged.

Of course he didn't know she had been raised on a farm, but it was the best comparison that he could come up with on the situation. Hopefully it'd bring amusement to her or something.

This time he wasn't going to shove her to the ground to draw their fire. Instead, he just ran across the clearing towards the closest rebel. Unknown to the High Colonel was that there were also lookouts in the trees who hadn't yet spotted them, but should Isla not notice them either, they'd spot the two First Order force users in short order when they engaged the guards.

His lightsabre ignited with a hiss, and split open the first guard so that he had to cradle the wound over his torso. Normally, A'sharad wouldn't been cleaner with the cut, but timing was of the essence, and the man wasn't in any position to be calling for aid. Especially since he had his own problem, like making sure his intestines didn't spill out of his guts. Fortunately, he'd probably slip into unconsciousness soon enough.

He immediately slid across the ground to another guard, this one was more ready as his rifle was firing before it had even gotten its sight on him, sizzling bolts scorching stray hairs as A'sharad slashed across his lower abdomen, and flicked the beam upwards, carving an almost perfect 'L' in his chest as he rose to his feet to continue the battle. He had no clue where Isla was at that point.
 
Isla caught up to A’sharad, just in time to listen to a quick report, and to be told to ‘keep up.’ It was easier said than done, especially when the High Colonel sped off again, almost immediately. So, Isla dashed after him, reaching out with the force and using it to gain speed. Her emerald gaze kept A’sharad in her sights, noticing that he moved with intention, like he had been to this place before. Perhaps he had, Isla did not know, but now was not the time to muse. The two emerged from the forest, and Isla’s boots came to a dead stop at the edge.

Slowly, her tall form crouched down, eyes peering out from the brush, like a predator preparing to leap upon prey. There was a small building ahead, perhaps a bunker. And it was an area well-guarded, but it mattered not. A’sharad’s voice cut through the silence, and she turned slightly, an eerie smile on her face at sound.

“Ah, the slaughter,” She spoke in a hushed tone, almost more to herself than her companion. “I remember it well.” It was one of the few things that she did miss from her old life on the farm.

Isla re-ignited her saber, images of shots coming from the trees flooded her mind, these blaster bolts had not yet been fired... but they would soon come. It was time to act. While A’Sharad charged forth into the clearing, Isla remained on the edge of the forest. She reached out with the force, trusting her instincts, as the darkness was thick all around her. Her hand shot out before she could even see the man crouched in his tree-blind; a wave of force power knocked him from his perch, and sent him to the ground. Isla pounced while he was still recovering from his fall, but he would not move again from his new place on the forest floor. The next man reacted quickly, blaster fire rained down upon her. Isla rolled out of the way, and then pushed the force down into her legs, powering her as she leapt into the tree.

Her crimson saber hummed through the air, and crackled loudly as it came in contact with the man’s torso. She watched with satisfaction as he fell to the world below, and her boots balanced calmly on the branch for a moment longer. It was time to join A’Sharad in the field, and so she dropped from the tree and made her way out. The guards were falling beneath the colonel’s blade, but there was still much to be done here. Isla popped back into his line of sight, slightly off to his right, her own saber making fast work of a soldier in her path.
 
Yellow lightsabre beam weaved forms through the air, feinting for the Rebel soldier before plunging the blade through his chest. In his upper right shoulder, a blaster bolt struck him and blew out the other side, or perhaps it was a slug, he couldn't tell, all he knew was that it was burning, much more than he had ever felt before. In the past, he had killed many, but he had never been struck , not with an actual projectile. Stun bolts, sure? Who hadn't when they were being trained to be an Assassin?

Lightsabre flicking out to the side, his hand extended out to throw two of the rebels into the wall, slamming against it hard enough to knock them unconscious, shame, if only they had been killed.

But his yellow lightsabre was out of his hand, being guided through the Force with his other hand as it cleaved another in half.

He flipped towards the entrance of the bunker, recalling his hilt to his palm as he went through the air, when he landed, he nearly collapsed on one of the unconscious bodies before he stumbled more, then regained his balance.

Before he had flipped, he had spotted Isla, but he was going to let her finish them off.

Catching his lightsabre in his right hand, he stabbed it into the bulkhead door of the bunker. Whether it was locked or not, he didn't know, but his muscles were flexing through his clothes, even as the cauterized wound was being strained, forcing the blood to circulate through that area and out of it, letting blood slowly trickle down his back, the warmth of it giving him the idea of placing his left hand on the blade and to continue with the cutting open of the door.

It was slow going, it must've been reinforced. They'd be there for a few minutes, and that would only give more time for the enemy to gather more men, but it would also bring the stormtroopers closer as well. I hate this, he thought, drawing off of the pain he felt to bury the beam into the door, his right hand twitching every few moments. What's... Happening...? Met with his own mortality, he had yet to be, but the first wound he had sustained in battle was enough to return him to the days that he thought his Sith Lord for a Father would strike him down and finally kill him...

He breathed heavily as his golden eyes opened wider, an almost crazed look in his eyes as he cut downwards, the occasional twitch sending his angles off kilter and lengthening the process by a few precious seconds.
 
For a few moments, Isla was far too focused on her own battles to notice A’Sharad off to the side. She was faring well for the time, her crimson saber cutting lines into the darkness and into the bodies of her opponents. The flame-haired disciple came up against the next two guards, the first she knocked down with a quick force-push, his weapon fell a short distance away. So, she turned her attention to the source of immediate danger, the second man. He fired his blaster, a few bolts sailed just past Isla’s cheek, and the ones that followed were barely blocked by her saber. This man was faster than the others she had faced, and a feeling of exhilaration flowed through her. But it was not long before he fell, such a pity.

Isla’s guard slipped for but a moment, but it was long enough for the unarmed man to aim a well-placed kick at the side of her head. She felt his boot make contact and stumbled to the side. There was now a knife in his hand, green eyes watched as he lunged for her, but she swiveled out of his path just in time. And then her saber burrowed deep into his spine. Her gaze shifted quickly, finding A’Sharad again as he flipped towards the entrance of the bunker. She barely had time to catch sight of him beginning to cut through the bunker door, and then another guard was upon her.

They had to move quickly, time was an issue. Isla drew the force to her and let it course throughout her body, giving her swiftness and strength. The disciple leapt into the air and brought the blade of her saber down against the man’s shoulder, he didn’t even have time to raise his weapon. Emerald eyes shifted towards the bunker door, where A’Sharad was making slow work of breaking through. This would not do at all. Quickly Isla rushed towards him, about to holler something at him about taking his precious time. But her lips pressed together again as she drew closer. The smell of blood was in the air around him, and it became clear that he was wounded.

“Here, let me...” Isla said, her own saber now plunging into the door. She gritted her teeth as she began to draw the blade in an arc, to meet the cut that A’Sharad had already made. There was no doubt that there would be more danger waiting on the other side. “Are you still fit?” She asked, eyes a bit wide. The piece they were cutting in the door was nearly out now, and there was sound coming from the inside.
 

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