Looking for Memories [Open/TU]

[Seto du Couteau]

Explosions literally shook the entire world, as Seto stumbled forward as he landed with a heavy thud on his shoulder. His body covered with debris and dust from demolished buildings, coughing he peered at the Holocron nestled tightly in his arms as he shakily stood back up. He needed to move, anywhere, far away from attacks. The planet was in some civil war, or something similar, it did not matter much to Seto personally. He had found what he was looking for and now he just needed to figure out a way to leave this planet. Coughing slightly he eyed his surroundings, the alley was littered with debris of broken buildings, shards of glass and blacken concrete. The smell of smoke and fire raged somewhere in the city as if make the scenery into an actual hell. Seto wasn’t sure where the fire was for that matter, his own senses flaring with danger at every corner as he took a few steps forward. Screams and yells grew louder as he emerged back into the ravaged streets, the stores and markets either broken into or on fire. Perhaps I should not have forgone my armor He mused to himself as he continued to walk.

His eyes spotted a group of people, whom he can only guess were civilians, trying to escape the war-zone that now consumed their homes. His sense flared up as he looked up to see something jetting towards the escaping civilians. Seto's eyes widen as he threw his arms forward, the holocron falling by his feet. Outstretched arms he called out to the Force to adjust the missile’s trajectory, If only just slightly to shoot over and miss. As if time slowed Seto saw that his attempt was failing, he pushed more, and more for not wishing to let innocents just die in front him. Sweat formed on his face, and with a grunt he felt the missile the adjust. Seto pushed more before finally he let go pf the missile,and it sailed past over the group of escaping civilians.

Seto sighed contently, plopping down on the ground beneath him , he once again cradled the Holocron in his arms. It had been months since he actually used the Force at such extent as he did just now. Wiping the sweat off with his sleeve he stood back, even more shakily than before as turned quickly overhead. His sense flared with not danger, but death. Another missile was heading straight for him. His arms pushed out in front of him as he attempted to shield himself as the explosion emitted from a few meters in front him.

White noise nearly deafened Seto, but darkness quickly consumed his conscious and now he drifted unaware to the deepest trenches of unconscious. Perhaps if death was this abrupt and quick without pain Seto would had nothing to fear these past few years.

Dreams and memories clouded his mind, nothing he could grasp nor could he focus his mind on any singular thought. Slowly Seto regained his conscious, his vision returning to him with fleeting images of his past lingering on his mind. Blinking and struggling to focus and figure out what was going on. Coughing as he tried to sit up but hands pushed him back down, his head once again throbbing with pain as he tried to figure out who was restraining him.

“Calm yourself, you were badly injured when we found you,” A soft man’s voice broke through white noise in Seto's ears. “My name is Ish, a Doctor, can you remember your name?” Ish asked.

Seto slowly breathed in and out, getting a slow grasp of the reality around him, opening his mouth to answer the question, “Seto,” was all he could muster with a raspy voice. He even surprised himself with his own voice. It hurt so badly to speak, nearly as much as it did to move or even think for that matter. Ish slowly helped Seto to sit up straight . A cup of what appeared to be water was nestled against his chapped lips.

Greedily he drank the contents of the cup, abiet warm, the water felt so sweet and smooth. Breathing heavily Seto finally felt a surge of strength, his headaches subsiding as he carefully tried to move legs but quickly was stop by Ish the Doctor. Annoyed slightly Seto looked questioningly at the man. “You’re not healthy enough to stand on your own feet just yet, please Seto, rest for now,” Ish explained, his smile warm but sad.

Seto looked deep into the man’s eyes, the Doctor appeared sincere and as well appeared to care for his well being. Nodding once, still not confident with his voice just yet, Seto gestured around him and muttered a raspy “Where?” to Ish.

“Deep in the Forest Mountains on the outskirts of this city, I’m part of Medical Team to help support the refugees of this war,” Ish explained.

Seto finally looked around him to take in his surroundings. He was inside a tent and with his ears he could hear rustling of people milling around and chatter of talks. Sighing softly Seto laid back down on his bed. His hands digging deep into his pockets before his eyes lit wide open. Where’s my Holocron?

[Edit: Some Grammar Changes/Sentence Structures]

 

[Garoth Ursull]

Garoth walked through the street with his blue lightsaber on. The job was to defend a certain twi´lek banker from extortionists that requested the money and bla bla bla, same old boring stuff but the pay was always good received. Now it become a life or death thing. The first close explosion was a few blocks away. It was a quick action trying to put a simple force barrier around him and the fat twi´lek in his office. The second was literally in the office in which the two where, making the two of them fly away. Garoth hit his back head and was knocked out.

Weaking up with a blow up building and the luck of having his weapon with him was a little curious "Where did that idiot went?" thought standing up and looking around. Screams, fire, explosions and dead bodies was the signal of a warzone. Plus the fact that he didnt saw any cruisers or starfighters on the air and that the sky was black from the fire smoke"Alright first lets find this banked...Joss was his name?" he walked crouching in the street, using for cover cars or alleys. Garoth saw a missile going to down the street but someone used the force to lead it to other way. Having an ally would be good but when h was about to approach, another missile was launched and exploded just close to him. "DAMMIT YOU GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!"

When the smoke dissipate, he saw the body in the floor "Force shield, time to help him" said getting close and raising his body...

"The only type of person capable of doing that is a Force Master so lets wait until he wakes up and ask somethings" said laying his back against a tree looking at the burning city, with the military still giving a fight.

[member="Seto Du Couteau"]

 

[Usa'ar Obath]

[member="Garoth Ursull"] [member="Seto Du Couteau"]
Usa'ar instinctively released the magazine of his battered A280D, checked the power supply, locked it back in place and sighed. The war on Onderon had been raging for while now, and Usa'ar had been eagerly hired by the rebels to fight back against their oppressive government. He had taken the job willingly, as he had sympathized with their cause, but this was the 4th month of the conflict already and he had seen enough for a lifetime. So many innocents killed.
While he really was a pilot by trade, the last several years had seen him deployed as a soldier as well, and Usa'ar could not help but feel disappointed that he was confined to the ground for this war. The government's anti-air capabilities were too strong at the moment; destroying them was still on the rebels' to-do list.
Usa'ar reached up and carefully removed his worn helmet, inspecting each small crack. Sweat rolled down his face, and he swiped a mud-covered glove to wipe it off, only making his face dirtier. Fantastic, he thought to himself. The base he was stationed at in the forest mountains was well-concealed, but struggling to house both the soldiers and the refugees they had taken in. Every day more seemed to come. Usa'ar knew they couldn't handle this for long with the limited supplies they had. In fact, just this afternoon he had seen one very injured bloke be laid in the medical tent. Ish would help the poor lad.
For now, Usa'ar was content resting from the frontlines. He would typically shrug off the heaviness of the situation with some sort of joke, but nothing came to him.

 

[Seto du Couteau]

[Member=Usa'ar Obath] [Member=Garoth Ursull]

Seto closed his eyes, calming himself as he tried find some peace of mind. Keeping still he slowly sat back upright, a cup refilled with water next to him as he grabbed the cup once more. Still warm but his body gratefully enjoyed the refreshment, Seto slowly slung his legs over the side of his bed and gingerly put his body weight on both legs. Wincing slightly Seto stood straight up, stretching his body he quickly moved to grab his own clothing and things. For as much respect he currently had for the good Doctor, he couldn't take Ish's advice to rest.

Struggling with his jacket Seto patted himself down, shaking off the dust and loose rubble from no doubt came from the city. His hand secured his lightsaber hilt, a calming sigh escaped his lips as the saber ignited and glowed a deep ruby color. Well my weapon still works Seto mused as he disengaged his lightsaber and clipped back on his belt. His free hand combed through his hair as he walked to leave the tent, determined to go back to the city and find his Holocron.

Seto emerged out of the tent and gazed around the sight in front him, surprised slightly at the sheer number of refugees around him. Some had a look of despair while others looked lost or confused but some simply had no emotion on their faces at all. Seto tore his gaze to other things, not that he did not feel anything at all but he just did not want to see nor feel their dread and sadness. He spotted a few military types around, obviously one of the guerrilla groups, but before he could walk away from his tent Ish suddenly appeared next to him.

"You shouldn't be walking!" He nearly yelled, expressing some anger towards Seto. "Go back and rest Seto," He added, a small plea.

Seto quickly turned around, wide eyes and all of how sudden Ish had appeared next to him. "I'm fine Doctor, honestly I hate not moving around," He explained to Ish. Even to Seto's ears that just sounded like a lame excuse. Can't exactly make it known I'm going back to the wartorn city now can I?

Shaking his head with disbelief, Ish sighed, "You did heal up nicely but you still need more rest," He explained himself to Seto.

A small chuckle from Seto and a shrug of indifference, "Look I'm all better, I mean I'm grateful to you Ish, no doubt you have my health in your best interest, but I'm all better," Seto quickly spun his words, trying his best to smooth talk his way out. He honestly hated to use an persuasion on a good man like the Doctor but Seto desperately needed to go back into the City.

Ish seemed to struggle slightly, but Seto pressed slightly more, "I'm healed enough to move freely," Seto forced, a small smile to tug further at the Doctor's resistance. Ish nodded once, "You're healed enough. . . to move freely," He forced out.

A soft sigh escaped his lips as Seto quickly made headway towards the Forest exit. Honestly that just felt wrong he thought, but quickly shook the brooding feelings away as made his way out of the refugee camp. Trying hard to ignore the people and keeping his jacket on to hide his lightsaber, the last thing he needed was for some civilian to feel inspired that a Force User had entered their camp.

"Hey! It's the guy that blocked that missile blast!" A man yelled as he pointed at Seto, to which Seto quickly turned to see who called him out. Seto quickly remembered the man to be one of the people he had saved from the first missile attack before he himself got hit. "You're a Jedi Knight aren't you?! Coming here to save us?!" He asked frantically as he made his way over to Seto.

Crap, crap crap crap, crap. . . .

 

[Usa'ar Obath]

[member="Seto Du Couteau"][member="Garoth Ursull"]

A bit of a commotion dragged Usa'ar out of his contemplative state of mind as one of the civilians burst forward and started shouting. "Hey! It's the guy that blocked that missile blast!" he exclaimed, breaking away from his family to run over and stop someone walking away. That can't be the poor kid that Ish was just patching up, can it? Must have been a quick recovery, Usa'ar thought to himself. "You're a Jedi Knight aren't you?! Coming here to save us?!" The frantic man exclaimed, stopping Seto in his tracks, excitedly trying to convey his thanks and appreciation.

"We thought we were dead, and then - you just - I can't describe it! It's so great to have a Force-user on our side!"

A Force-user, eh? That was good news. As capable as the Onderon rebels were, there was only one Force-user among them, yet that was only an untrained and timid grunt who really was no good in the heat of battle. But having a skilled Jedi to help fight the tyrannical oppressors; that was something else entirely. Seeing that the Force-wielder was obviously uncomfortable with the man's unyielding attention and praise, Usa'ar walked over, rifle slung on his back, to sort out the situation.

"You want the entire Royal Army to hear you? Keep it down," Usa'ar quickly told the adoring fan. Turning to the jacket-wearing man, Usa'ar addressed him. "Don't get me wrong, I appreciate what you did. We've been fighting for a long time without a Jedi. But I'm not quite sure I recognize you?" Usa'ar inquired, slightly curious. It wasn't his job to ask, but it didn't hurt to know as much as possible.

 

[Seto du Couteau]

Really, really screwed Seto continued his thought process as he gave a shy laugh towards the direction of his new fan. But his focus quickly turned to a soldier that had approached them both, to Seto's relief, to beckon the adoring man away. Slightly grateful but peeved that he was garnering much more attention than he had hoped, Seto turned towards the soldier that had asked for his name. Seto released his hold on his jacket and instead fixed his yellow tie, as to distract himself slightly to play it cool.

Seto shrugged if the man knew him from somewhere or the other, "Maybe, perhaps, I do get around the galaxy frequently," Seto explained as he inwardly sighed at his predicament. He did feel for the people, honestly he did, but truthfully getting entangled with a war he had no reason to partake in was just not his forte. No point in avoiding the question that I'm a Force User, Seto mused as he realized he was going to need to persuade his new soldier friend to let him leave. "But you should let me get on my way regardless," Seto said, forcing it a tad bit much for his comfort but time wasn't exactly on Seto's side. If this doesn't work, well, I'll worry about it when it comes.

[Member=Usa'ar Obath]

 

[Usa'ar Obath]

[member="Seto Du Couteau"]

Usa'ar felt odd. Something pierced his mind, like a headache had arisen from nowhere. What was that? he thought to himself. He refocused on the situation at hand. "Sorry, my head hurts a bit. Probably the heat. Anyway, we've got orders not to let any refugees or soldiers outside the camp without proper clearance. You might be a capable fighter, but the king's men might shoot you on sight. We don't want that to happen, now do we?" Usa'ar chuckled and put an arm on the Force user's shoulder and smiled.

"My name is Usa'ar Obath. I'm not too used to protocol myself. I like having room to work. But orders are orders, so you'll have to stay, I'm afraid. Your name, if I may ask?"

Before he could continue the conversation, a shrill "Attention!" resounded throughout the camp. Usa'ar turned and noticed General Saud calmly strode down the worn center path of the camp. Dressed in a tattered royal uniform, he held a sort of elegance and sophistication that the rebels themselves lacked. A former high-ranking official in the military, Saud had joined the rebellion and lead the ragtag army against the royalty. Stopping and standing tall, he waited until it was silent and barked out a short command. "All soldiers, military personnel, and combat support will report to the barracks in 10 minutes. We will be raiding the capital, gentleman!"

Cheers resounded throughout the camp. A battle was approaching. "Looks like that's you and me, pal. We'd better get going."

 

[Seto du Couteau]

Seto twitched slightly when the soldier did not fall for his Force trick. Instead he continued to explain the situation Seto was currently in, no movement outside of the camp. A small chuckle erupted from Seto as the man who identified himself as [Member=Usa'ar Obath] wrapped an arm around his shoulders. "Er-yeah, I guess you're right," Seto replied as he scratched his own head. Play along I guess Seto mused, "Name's S-" But before he could answer a voice yelled out and called for all military personal.

Seto looked for the sound of the order was coming from and saw, to what Seto could guess, was the Commander of the forces present. Seto knew war was rough on soldiers made of flesh and blood but the Commander defined a new meaning 'War-Weathered' as he addressed his troops.

"Looks like that's you and me, pal. We'd better get going." Usa'ar commentated to Seto.

Seto himself raised an eyebrow, apparently he was going to find his holocron soon enough. The young Du Couteau heir smirked despite himself, regaining his old composure as if he was at the Sabaac tables with a winning hand. Good things come to those that wait I guess. "Yeah, I guess it does mean us," Seto agreed as he rolled his shoulders and stretched out his arms, "Name's Seto Du Couteau, Savant of the Obsidian Order, Member of Net Bha'lir, and currently peeved that someone thought they could get away firing a missile at me without any recuperation," Seto introduced himself at some length, "I would appreciate the chance to return them their due favor," He added with a devilish grin. He straightened his tie once more, and padded down his vest and jacket. But bad things happens to those that get in my way Seto darkly thought.

 

[Garoth Ursull]

Garoth entered the room that Seto was in "Hey there, im the one who save you" said walking into the chatting group stretching his arms, happy after a light survivor of a war meal "Name is Garoth Ursull" the force user got close to them and stopped. He was curious about the holocron he found on the street, so he hide it in his bag "And i need to ask if you got any ship to escape this planet? Dont wanna be hunted down or stay with the loser side you know" it was a painful thruth but it was better than trying to keep praying for a miracle.

It was stranger the things he heard just when he was getting close "Techno Union? Obsidian Order? If i find my brother this will be unconfortable..." the fact that he didnt saw that poor idiot for more than ten years. He didnt knew about the type of training they had in there but he would like some of that. The other guy beside the force master had a military apperance, so he would keep an eye on him. Also that general shouting orders without knowing that sending new recruits to a battlefield was going to be a suicide got him a little mad. He wouldnt help them, he just wanted to find that twi´lek banker, receive his payment and leave this planet.

After searching in the reffugee camp, he didnt find him, so maybe that idiot was located inside the city, with an enemy army shooting everything. So for searching him, Garoth would have to enter the damn warzone with an army of a highly prepared group to survive and take that... "Was his name Joss?" to the refugge camp. Thats how the brainstorm went for Garoth.

[member="Seto Du Couteau"] [member="Usa'ar Obath"]

 

[Usa'ar Obath]

[member="Garoth Ursull"][member="Seto Du Couteau"]

Usa'ar raised his eyes at the newest arrival. "Sorry, but unless you've got a death wish, you don't want to try flying away from the planet. The Royal Air Force has the airspace locked down tight. Any ships departing would most likely get shot down." Usa'ar gazed down the twisting path in the middle of the camp, leading to the barracks. Already, the path was choked with the ragtag army members plodding their way to get briefed.

"But with any case, I'm hoping this mission will have something to do with striking at their air superiority," Usa'ar commented to Seto as he started walking with the crowd to the barracks. "Oh, and glad to meet you, Seto Du Cousteau. I'm sure you'll make a great addition to our team." Truth was, the outlook of their merry rebellious band wasn't very . . . promising. The Royal Army had won several key victories lately, pushing the rebels from a few major cities that they had control of into the jungle mountains they now resided in. They needed this victory, whatever General Saud's mission turned out to be.

 

[Seto du Couteau]

Seto was annoyed, a bit more than peeved but simply nodded with a wavering smile. Hardly imperative of him make new friends here and now, so thus the young Du Couteau heir needed a way into the city and find his holocron. He couldn't leave this world empty handed, he continued to walk along and towards the mass of troops readying themselves for perhaps their umpteenth assault. With out a doubt Seto knew how their will must be wavering, but regardless they marched on. Spirit was not an easy thing to break, nor is confidence any easier to grow. Seto continued to walk along and listened into what the general had in plan for his troops.

The General stood ready as he readied the projector to show to his Officers and troops. A grim expression settled on most of the troops and Officers Seto noted but he returned his attention to the General. It wasn't after all his job to inspire the troops, I'm never one to be a charismatic leader, nor have I ever eluded to the notion of wanting to be a leader Seto mused. A presence of a Obsidian Knight to part take in any warring effort brought along a notion of superior force. Centuries of Jedi and Sith wars and battles forged a notion that anybody wielding the Force and a Lightsaber somehow could win confrontation of force as well as bring inspiration to those that follow them. Thanks Jedi.

The General cleared his throat as the projector turned on to display a tactical map of their operation, aptly named "Lights Out". "As you can see here," The General began his explanation, "This Forward Base they have recently acquired have already been outfitted with Turbolaser Batteries and garrisoned with three contagions of the Royal Army led by Royal General Ben Miller. Capture of this base would allow our boys in the sky a staging area to launch heavy offenses towards other captured cities and military bases." He added as he pointed out critical parts of the map. "We will use the cover the forest and mountains to mount a major attack at the flank, to offer a distraction to allow two smaller covert groups to infiltrate through the city squares and disable the generator. From there our Air Support will allow us to drop troops in the star hot-zones and retake tactical positions to route the Royal Army inside the City base. While that happens the two covert groups will continue and hunt down the Royal General," The General finished as he looked towards the rest of his troops and officers.

"I know we have been at war for a very long time, and have been fighting even longer, but a capture here will shake the Royal Army's confidence and their ability to march to a swift victory. Oh how wrong they are, and once they figure out their mistake it will be too late," the General began, "With each beating heart, with every ounce of spirit and every brave soul, our fire to ignite greatness will not burn out. Not today, Not tomorrow and Not anytime. As long as we stand tall and defiant my soldiers, our victory will be ensured," Cheers and shouts emerged from the gathered troops as the General nodded and gave a confident smile.

Seto merely raised an eyebrow as he looked at the map and their plans to take control. Something tells me I won't be in the front lines He thought as he carefully studied the layout of the City. Remembering much of it was easy but what Seto wanted to know was how could they even reach the power generator with ample enough time before the main force become nothing but smoking craters. I guess that's where Jedi heroism and miracles come into play, damn it Jedi Seto wearily thought. "I guess I really must have been villain in my past life to deserve this," Seto muttered to mostly himself. Not like I'm much of a saint in this life either.


[Member=Usa'ar Obath] [Member=Garoth Ursull]

 

[NG-888 (Eights)]

What was Eights doing here? He was a diplomacy droid, not a battle droid. The orders to negotiate with the leaders of the Royal army were clearly a ruse. Diplomacy was impossible in this environment. This was nothing more than a war zone. Instead of the skills he was built for, the General had him running battle simulations and strategy emulators. Now, it wasn't that Eights wasn't good at this. His octo-core emulation and analysis system could simulate anything from elections to battles. But this degradation of his true job was just insulting.

The real issue was that the simulations didn't look good at all. The General's grand strategy, Operation Lights Out, was emulated to have only an 83% chance of success. Odds like that were nowhere near good enough to go to war for. Even if they did succeed, casualties would be massive. The more he learned about the situation, the less confident he became. However, there was one factor not accounted for in his simulations.

The Jedi Knight had appeared out of nowhere, but he was clearly a force to be reckoned with. The Knight seemed to exude power. Though Eights's droid body was not force-sensitive, he could see the way that electromagnetic energy almost bent around him. Seto seemed to be something that could even tip the scale. However, to know his potential power Eights first had to know this Jedi Knight.

"Seto. My name is NG-888, and I am our current battle simulation droid for this conflict. I'll be honest with you. Things aren't looking good against the Royal Army. However, you are a new force on the battlefield. I must see your existing power to properly emulate you. Seto, I believe you may be enough to tip the scales."

[member="Seto Du Couteau"]

 

[Seto du Couteau]

Seto twitched again, forcing a smile as he turned his attention at the droid addressing him. He new better than to ignore someone so keen on helping him, and for the moment he needed to help them if Seto was to ever retrieve his Holocron. The young Heir listened to the droid, the droid calling itself 'NG-888'. It had very low hopes for any operation that involves confronting the Royal Army was never an affair this small group had any hopes to come up on top. Not that I wasn't exactly aware Seto mused to himself, knowing to keep that thought to himself.

After the droid addressed the point that Seto himself might possess the necessary means to be the trump card. Perhaps a tad overzealous with that assumption of Seto, but it would do him no good if he himself doesn't present a positive image. I am still a Savant of the Obsidian Order, a Knight after all The Du Couteau heir reminisce in thought. Offering a shrug to the droid, not sure of how to display skills appropriate to NG-888's data collection. "I am not sure what you need from me exactly, but the Obsidian Order had me specialize in combat and war-zones Force training. Keep in mind, I am not able to stop a heavy Artillery barrage," Seto explained to NG-888. In fact the reason he was stuck here was because he couldn't stop artillery. "So, how can Du Couteau help you NG-888?" Seto asked.

[Member=Usa'ar Obath] [Member=Garoth Ursull] ]@NG-888 Eights

 

[Garoth Ursull]

The strategy was interesting, of course the distraction force would be completely destroy without any air support. The infiltration group would have to go quick and dissable the weapons and take position on that base. It was all going on the responsability of that general, but Garoth still needed to get out of the planet. The problem was that he only got his lightsaber hidden in his leg and his armor, so he would probably steal what he needs from the armory. And thats what he did after was distract a guard using the force to make him fall then enter the building. He later managed to get out with a blaster rifle, two guns and grenades. Enough to open his way "Now...with the fun battle or the boring, stealth mission..." Garoth went to the camp and sat down. The fact that there were three force users in this army was better than having a full army of inexperience soldiers with a few veterans. He decided to go on the fronline were the party was going to be.

[member="Seto Du Couteau"] [member="Usa'ar Obath"]

 

[NG-888 (Eights)]

If Eights could smile in satisfaction, he would have. It wasn't often that he could engage in a real conversation with a Jedi Knight, let alone one that seemed as powerful as this one. How could he test this Jedi's power? It was lucky that one of his previous commissioners had taught him this very skill. The test of his combat prowess was simple enough, but that of his force would require a bit of a demonstration.

"Thank you, Seto. The analysis of your combat prowess has been simple enough; I've intercepted footage of your battle from surveying droids. That'll give me a foothold on your physical abilities in battle. However, though those are quite strong, they alone won't be able to swing the tide of a battle. I'll need you to use this to test your connection to the Force."

Eights removed a sensor-coated sphere from his chest port and allowed it to hover near Seto.

"First, I'll need you to exert as much power as possible to try and crush this orb. Then, I'll need you to focus on a pinpoint on each sensor pad. Finally, you'll need to block this orb as it tries to to bombard you with energy bolts of higher and higher power. These tests will rank your force mastery and allow me to run simulations with you incorporated in the army."

Eights waited anxiously, wrists sparking gently. He hoped with passion that this Jedi would come through. Eights didn't particularly enjoy being part of a war, and if Seto was powerful enough it could swing the tide of battle, defeat the Royals, and get him off this godforsaken rock.

[member="Garoth Ursull"] [member="Seto Du Couteau"] [member="Usa'ar Obath"]

 

[Usa'ar Obath]

@NG-888 "Eights"[member="Garoth Ursull"][member="Seto Du Couteau"]

The plan was set; the troops preparing; and the course of destiny carved into the eons. Yet, every action would change the future from but a small detail to an entire planet's fate. It was impossible to tell beforehand, but Usa'ar wished of course that he could see into the future. This attack seemed risky, and Usa'ar admired risk, but he also very much didn't want to die. Well, it's not my job to be a philosopher or whatnot, I suppose, he thought to himself, feeling the usual current of nervousness flow through his body as he triple-checked the stealth speeder's systems.

He had been chosen to pilot the transport that would deliver the infiltration team to the city walls. A prestigous position, perhaps, but also dangerous. If the main attack failed too quickly, they'd be spotted and cut down without a moment's notice. Best not to think about the negatives. Optimism's the only way to live, right?

Usa'ar sighed and eased himself into the cockpit of the 10-man speeder transport he would be commandeering. It had been coated with a native chemical that would render it all but invisible on the enemy's scanners, but the naked eye could still see it if there was enough light. It did, fortunately, have a virtually silent engine.

Usa'ar checked the time. Only a handful of hours before the attack.

 

[Seto du Couteau]

[Member=Usa'ar Obath] [Member=Garoth Ursull] @NG-888 Eights

The Orb tugged a memory from the back of his, as Seto only gave an annoyed twitch. Perhaps a demonstration of power was in order for the droid to witness, with a menacing grin Seto stretched out his hand as the extension of his power. The Orb no longer in control of its movements as Seto's own fingers twitched as if playing the piano. His mind focusing on each sensor pad, delicately pressing each sensor pad. His hand clenched tightly into a fist, his eyes narrowing on the Orb, before quickly releasing his Force hold on the Orb as to not crush it entirely.

Seto stepped forward, his chuckle deep and his grin wicked as he used the Force to call out his lightsaber and with a snap hiss he stared down the Orb. My Instructor would never let me live this down if I get hit even once by this Orb Seto mused, his legs moving into his defensive stance. His deep ruby lightsaber glowing dimly, elevated slightly past his elbows and his free hand holding a defensive position to cover his head. "A demonstration of my skill, certainly," Seto calmly spoke.

A bolt shot forward and a swift flick of his saber it bounced, but Seto's movement was not wasteful as he continued the motion to block the next shot that quickly followed. His downward motion exposed his head but even as the shot from the Orb quickly came Seto's free hand Forced blocked the bolt away. Taking a step forward his hand raised his saber upwards to block the next shot but the Orb moved around, but again Seto practiced this for too long to simply not ready himself for encircling pattern of the Orb. A sighed escaped Seto's lips as simply growled "Enough," Seto declared. His breathing slowed as his eyes narrowed at the Orb.

His hand stretched out towards the Orb, grasping it tightly with the Force and slamming it down to the ground, "Sorry NG-888, I get bored easily with just one training droid attacking," Seto explained as he released his hold on the poor Orb and disengaged his lightsaber. Clipping it back to his hip he offered a small shrug, "Good enough for now I hope, I got a City to infiltrate and a Power Generator to shutdown,"

 

[NG-888 (Eights)]

Eights chirped in delight at Seto's performance. He wasn't the best force user Eights had seen, but he certainly was quite good, and his lightsaber work was exquisite. Eights quickly downloaded the sphere's collected data and incorporated the readings into his probability calculation. Eights took a few moments to run a few hundred thousand battle simulations, servos whirring intensely. With the calculation done, he almost clapped with sheer joy. In the optimal positioning, Seto's addition to the force could raise the success chance by almost a full four percent! It still wasn't nearly perfect, but it was a spectacular improvement.

Reviewing his simulations, however, Eights saw a crucial issue. The general's placement of the Jedi would cripple him. And, judging from the look in Seto's eye, he wasn't likely to follow orders to stay back. His face practically dripped arrogance. Psssh. Jedi. Oh well, they were able to sense and manipulate the fabric of the universe. They did deserve to be a bit arrogant. He'd still have to have a few words with the general.

"General, I've received new information that I believe could be helpful for the war effort. Based on tests of the Jedi known as Seto's ability, I've come up with a more effective troop layout centered around his ability. Your strategy will still be used, but this new arrangement will increase this operation's success rate considerably."

Satisfied with his performance, Eights turned to Seto to thank him. Before he could get a word out, however, Eight saw the tent door flap closed. Oh well. He just prayed that 87% would be enough to get him out and back to a nice, peaceful planet.

[member="Seto Du Couteau"] [member="Usa'ar Obath"] [member="Garoth Ursull"]

 

[Garoth Ursull]

You could see Garoth making jokes to young soldiers. Something that the veterans didnt do, and that could affect the morale during the fight. If Garoth could, he would take the best of the best and launch them into an attack of that camp, but he wasnt the general in this "Hey idiots! Stand up! We are going to prepare!" said an adult tall man, probably the leader responsable of the group Garoth was sitting. There werent big guns, only some anti aircraft, tanks. The soldiers run with guns and supplies, generals screaming orders.

The idea was to put a strong frontline, start attacking the base, expect the best of it and wait for the stealth team mission. They started marching and preparing the weapons, praying that they could be quick enough into engaging. Praying that they could see their families again "Get the hill and start crawling now!" was the only thing heard. Garoth was walking with his hands on the pockets whistleling. He was a force user and he wouldnt be bothered by anyone, except the quantity of weapons he was carrying with him that would make him slow in a combat battle. But this was going to be a range war so it wouldnt mattered having a lightsaber.

[member="Seto Du Couteau"] [member="Usa'ar Obath"] @NG-888 "Eights"

 

[Usa'ar Obath]

[member="Garoth Ursull"]@NG-888 "Eights"[member="Seto Du Couteau"]

The purr of the stealth speeder's engines felt comforting. It felt good to be in a vehicle again, rather than fighting on the ground alongside the grunts. Nevertheless, Usa'ar had learned some valuable fighting skills as a soldier, as well as some hard-earned weaponry that he would keep with him until he died.

Now he sat in the cockpit, pressing buttons and twisting knobs on a vast control panel spread out before him. He would have to keep an eye on the radar and infrared scanners most of the whole ride to the city; all lights were to be extinguished so as to not alert the enemy before they could get into position.

Indigenous animals creaked and croaked in the forest as the hand-picked squad piled in to the back of the transport, loaded well with weapons and gear. The Jedi would be among them.