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[Jericho Dragr]

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A FEW WEEKS LATER...
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The biot known as Jericho waded into the waters of the Manaan ocean. He pulled out a vial of a green liquid substance and opened it. He poured the contents into the water and watched as the cloud dispersed into the water, the microorganisms beginning to rapidly multiply and cleanse the water.

Jericho stood there, watching the water lap against the shore for several hours. He then took the vial and scooped some of the ocean water. He scanned it. "Seems to have worked," he said out loud to himself. He still did not completely grasp the concept of thinking aloud, but it was something organics did, so he did it too. "Truly extraordinary." After learning of the viral spores released, Sahan had developed a counter.

"It's quite convenient being able to go all-out and not have to worry about the flora and fauna if you can simply replicate the lifeforms and replenish it right back. No point in leaving things desolate. At least, on non-Sith worlds."

Jericho still had much to learn about Mandalorian ways, but Sahan had brought him in and treated him like family when he had been built to be nothing more than an expendable soldier. He was now part of Clan Dragr, and would take to heart the teaching of Sahan, Siv, and Volo.

Wading out further into the ocean, Jericho dove under the water. He swam deep down, the pressure not bothering him like it would a normal humanoid. Reaching a dark, abandoned subaquatic cave, he swam inside. This would do. He took out a container from the pack on his back. He opened it, and out swam a small, young shark. He gave the shark an affectionate pat and pointed into the cave. The intelligent shark understood and swam further in, claiming it as its home. The creature was an altered clone of the Manaan Progenitor, and it was loyal to Sahan and Jericho. It would help in the endeavor to fix Manaan's ocean decimation. It was, after all, only the beginning of a long process....

 

[Cörth Renth of Clan Vizsla]

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Corth and the squad of neo crusaders under him made their way through the battle-ravaged street of Ahto City the systems in their helmets were barely able to detect anything the smoke and flames their comms a flurry of activity as the crusaders attempted to make it out of the city before the resistance completed encircled them. As they rounded a corner a group of resistance turned to face weapons drawn, without hesitation Corth Fireed a sweeping flurry of crimson bolts from his ENCL-43 Kayaur Heavy Blaster Cannon it had set in altering fire mode to ovide overheating the barrels from sustained firing as each of the resistance fighters was stuck by several bolts each the fell to ground their clothes and flesh smoldering from hits from the heavy weapon. This scene was replayed several times with varying numbers of resistance fighters. They continued to make their way through the winding streets, ready to unleash sustained volleys of blaster fire at any residence that stood in their way. Pushing toward the start ports to evac ships. Corth felt both disgusted and proud at the same time disgusted at having to retreat but proud of how he was performing in battle.