Red Rain (Dominion Raid of Kamino)

[Alyson Halle]

Location: Space Around Kamino
Objective: Land
Allies: [member="Adron Malvern"], Dominon
Enemies: Galactic Empire

This was an interesting mission to say the least. Kamino was renowned across the galaxy as some of the best cloners in the galaxy. Despite their slow speed, they produced superior clones due to great training and extensive genetic modifications, allowing the clones to be much better than your average soldier. Now it was the time for those secrets to be brought to the Dominion. They had been sent with one purpose in mind, collect the schematics of the technology and descriptions of techniques that made kaminoan clones so good. If they wanted it workable however, they would also need someone to interpret it.

Alyson and Adron were to sneak onto the planet, they had secured the IDs and uniforms of GE soldiers, they were responsible for getting into the archives and stealing the schematics. Everyone else sent on the mission was carbon frozen to hide them from life scanners, they were responsible for getting the scientist, their mission was also to provide a little distraction for Alyson and Adron if push came to shove.

The shuttle was a Galactic Empire shuttle that they had procured through less than legal means, from what they could tell the registrations were still valid, and they would be able to use it to land, the real problem was getting into the cloning center undetected.

"Shuttle G E - 2 9 4 Tango Uniform Foxtrot 3 6 Bravo requesting permission to land." She said over the comm channel.

She spun around in her chair to Adron, clicking off her comms.

"Sure as hell hope this works." She said.

(im tagging the GE FA's as far as i know, sorry if there have been any changes. [member="Tanomas Graf"] | [member="Aram Kalast"] |[member="Baron Morcus"] , Everyone, please go to the ooc thread here and join the discord linked there, i want to foster open communication between the parties involved. Thanks)

 

[Adron Malvern]

Location: Space around Kamino
Objective: Land
Allies: [member="Alyson Halle"] , The Dominion
Enemies: Galactic Empire

"I thought my Dominion Officer's uniform was uncomfortable." Adron joked, pulling at the tight collar of his stolen uniform. The Count ran a hand over his hair which had been neatly trimmed from it's normal flurry tied into a ponytail to a much more docile haircut. Using a rather generous amount of hair gel he then pulled all of his hair back, to conform to the Empire's far stricter regulations.

He turned his attention to his partner for the mission, Alyson Halle, from what he had heard the woman was nobility just like him, for some reason that made him less comfortable around her than others, most likely due to his distrust of those with title.

"Well here's the good thing, if it doesn't work I doubt we'll live long enough to really regret it." Adron stated as he tapped into the shuttle's secondary console. "They're running our codes now...I'd cross your fingers."

Adron swung his own seat around to glance over at Alyson, he didn't know much about her at all, and what he did know was not first hand knowledge. "So, do you think we'll find the information we're looking for? Before being vaporized I mean."

 

[Azaloth Tostrix]

Location: Space Around Kamino
Objective: Land
Allies: Dominon [member="Adron Malvern"] [member="Alyson Halle"]
Enemies: Galactic Empire

Azaloth was not a fan of this plan, it required her to be frozen in carbonite for until landing, sure she might have had an Admiral's uniform, but be lacked the code cylinder to match, the best she could get was that of a naval captain. Because she lacked a matching code cylinder she need to avoid interacting with anyone in large groups, that meant she would need to get past the pad with getting spotted and being cargo would be the best way to do that, in a one on one, or even small group she could bluff her way out with the help of the force. It was for the shot at stealing some very valuable information that she agreed to this asinine plan, it represented a chance for her to get very, very rich, beyond what she already was anyway.

 

[Xiarr Sair]

Location: Space around Kamino
Objective: Land
Allies: Dominion ([member="Azaloth Tostrix"] [member="Adron Malvern"] [member="Alyson Halle"])
Enemies: Galactic Empire

For whatever reason, Xiarr had agreed to freeze himself in carbonite in order to avoid any lifeform scanner. Even though it was all for the valuable Kaminoan cloning schematics, there was surely some other way to avoid scanners other than being treated like a Hutt's grand prize. Still, it was apparently worth it in order to secure the schematics for The Dominion. Plus, he wouldn't exactly make a very convincing Imperial officer for long. Xiarr hadn't really helped the Dominion since Taris, and now was his time to help them in the fight against the Empire, no matter how risky and dangerous it might be.

The whole plan seemed like it could fall apart if just one single thing went wrong, and if something did go wrong, they would all be done for. Either way, there was no going back now.

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

[SIZE=11pt]Desmond patrolled the streets of Kamino boredly. He and Inferno weren’t often tasked to this sort of menial work, but sometimes it was necessary. Even for agents of the Empire as highly regarded as Desmond. As a Baron of the Empire this was as close to R&R as he was likely to get. So, as he patrolled the rainy streets of Kamino he was sure to stop at his favorite Cantina and make sure it’s “Health standards” were up to snuff.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]And what better way to do this then by purveying some of its wares. Such as the alcohol. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]So, it was that Desmond, Baron of the Empire, Conqueror of Hypori, Intergalactic terrorist, found himself in the bottom of a bottle while he was suppose to be out on patrol. His squad mates idly sat around the bar sipping their alcohol, watching their commander order shot after shot. The bar was dimly lit and plasteel tables lay strewn about. Holographic dancers made their way around the bar, entertaining whatever guest paid for their attention. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The perpetual rain of Kamino beat down on the windows which produced a sound like staccato gunfire and the thunder boomed like that of artillery. It gave Desmond the chills, but despite his current stupor he was he was still sure not to let his terror show. He was Imperial Intelligence after all and reading people was his job, not the other way around. So, Desmond put on the same poker face he used when downing the burning alcohol and endured the sounds of distant battle that haunted him.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]He was determined to get smashed no matter what and C’artyom always gets the job done...[/SIZE]

 

[Vrapir Detta]

Detta waited patiently in the rain, accompanied only by another stormtrooper, who went by the nickname 'Easy'. They were a landing team, they guarded and inspected all vessels that landed on their platform, it had been the fourth time in a week Detta had gotten that duty. Their officer, Lieutenant Giggs, was no where to be seen, a usual occurrence at their platform.

"How late is he today?" Easy replied with words bathed in contempt, "Two hours." Detta swiveled towards Easy, "Overslept, or her?" Detta spat the pronoun in his sentence. Easy chuckled, "I'd bet you a Nerf's hide it's her." Detta shook his head. 'Her' had become the de facto alias of a certain prostitute their superior officer had taken up with. In the entirety of the two months he had been assigned here, Giggs had been infatuated with the Twi'lek night woman. He had constantly shirked his duties, especially on landing team duty, to meet with her at one of the nearby military inns. But no one in his unit even tried to report Giggs, the commander of teh installation kept such a low accountability for his subordinate officers he had taken the title, 'Colonel Wrot the Spineless', something only uttered in the enlisted barracks.

The console they stood behind beeped with new orders from air control. Detta wiped away the accumulating rain drops and read it aloud, "Shuttle inbound, identification; gee ee dash two niner four tango uniform foxtrot three six bravo." Detta stepped back from the console, "I'll take lead for this one, Easy. I doubt Giggs will get here in time for inspection." Easy nodded and started marching along Detta across the catwalk towards the landing platform itself. Easy, unlike Detta, a recruit born and raised by a farmer family on the first moon of Kothlis, was a Fett clone created here on Kamino. He had earned his nickname for his atrocious gambling abilities, mocked for the easy nature winning credits from him. Detta had been bunked in the same qarters as Easy, as well as four other stormtroopers, but he had been paired with him for most of his watches and landing team duties, quickly fostering a friendship between the two.

[member="Xiarr Sair"]
[member="Desmond C'artyom"]
[member="Azaloth Tostrix"]
[member="Adron Malvern"]
[member="Alyson Halle"]

 

[Nyos Val]

Location: Space / Carbon Freezing Pod
Objective: Land
Allies: Dominion / [member="Xiarr Sair"] [member="Azaloth Tostrix"] [member="Adron Malvern"] [member="Alyson Halle"]
Enemies: Galactic Empire / [member="Vrapir Detta "][member="Desmond C'artyom"]

Having been tricked into this part of the Op, Marrik's brain was running through the scene from his past of hunting Aklay on Felucia, the thrill of the hunt, and the invigorating feeling of accomplishment when he tagged his prey. Marrik hadn't killed the beast, but actually tamed it and brought it to Dathomir. It was a good pet until it's death. They'd tracked down a Rancor that had been raiding the Nightbrother livestock.

Marrik suffered a good blow to the head and the Aklay died saving him. It was an honorable creature, Marrik hadn't been able to go back to Felucia for another. They were fierce and loyal, at least when they were shown you could be trusted.

As Marrik's mind wandered his past, his life was in the hands of a couple of fellow Dominion soldiers. Hopefully they would get the party to the ground safely.

 

[Zesiro]

Enemies- Dominion
Allies- Imperials

Having learned the origin of the troops aboard Skaara's star destroyer, Zesiro had wanted to know more about the process of creating clones. It may only be a minor fancy that tripped her off, but she wanted to follow it and arranged to be on Kamino for a short stay.

Knowing where the clones took time off was easy, all she needed to do was follow the sounds of drunken men. Sometimes being the only woman around made things interesting. The clones on Kamino had never seen her before, so were still trying to tempt her into a romp. Rebuffing all their attempts, they were likely drinking away her refusal right now.

So she walked into the cantina there but saw very few clones. Instead what met her eyes was another group of somewhat familiar people. The sight of them brought back memories she would rather forget. Well, the cantina was the right place for that and she walked in.

When she met these guys before, one of them almost embarrassed himself and she went looking for him. Unless he was off someplace or had grown up since they met, she didn't see the rookie here. However, she did somebody she knew and walked over to him taking a seat next to him at the table. When they met before, the situation was different. While apparently they were supposed to be working together, they were both after the same objective. In the end though, he had saved her hide and other than a kiss on the cheek, she had to thank him.

"Desmon C'artyom, it has been a rough ride since we met. How are you?"

[member="Alyson Halle"] [member="Adron Malvern"] [member="Azaloth Tostrix"] [member="Xiarr Sair"] [member="Desmond C'artyom"] @Vrapir Detta [member="Marrik Axiom"]

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

Desmond stared into the murky drink before him as he contemplated his existence. Their was currently a holographic Twi’lek dancing atop his table and the feet shimmered occasionally as they passed through his flagon. Despite the distraction he could not quite take his mind off the rain. He downed the rest of his drink and his already swimming head began to take a dive deeper into the ocean of alcohol he currently struggled to stay afloat in. He reached for the bottle to pour another shot when he heard a familiar voice. One he had never expected to see again.

"Desmond C'artyom, it has been a rough ride since we met. How are you?"

Desmond’s piercing red eyes looked up to see the blonde beauty herself. He grunted a little, not quiet in the mood for her coy games, but then decided she might provide a useful distraction. Besides Des needed a friend right now. So, he patted a stool next to himself and looked to the woman with a melancholy smile.

“Greetings Zesiro, have a seat. I… I have been better. I must admit i’m feeling a tad bit under the weather, but it’s getting finer now that a friend has come along,” Desmond finished, his voice perking up with every syllable uttered and despite his drunken state he managed not to slur a single word.

Desmond waved to the bar tender. The droid walked to the table, produced another cup and set it on the table. Desmond hands clasped around the neck of the bottle and he uncorked the gin, pouring a bit into the twin mugs. He set the bottle on the table and this time simply let the cork roll between the dancing holograms feet. He grabbed hold of his glass and raised it to the woman

“Cheers Zesiro, to a long and lasting life,” Desmond said, the melancholy smile still splayed across his face, but still no real hint as to how drunk the Chiss truly was.

[member="Zesiro"]

 

[Alyson Halle]

Location: Kamino
Objective: Survive inspection
Allies: Dominion([member="Marrik Axiom"], [member="Xiarr Sair"], [member="Azaloth Tostrix"], [member="Adron Malvern"])
Enemies: GE([member="Desmond C'artyom"], [member="Zesiro"], @Vrapir Detta

Alyson chuckled a bit when Adron spoke about how uncomfortable his uniform was.

"At least you don't have to wear 40 Kilos of uncomfortable, highly clumsy plasteel around." She said referring to the stormtrooper armor she was wearing. It was indicative of a Captain.

The armor was highly uncomfortable, clunky, and clumsy, it was about as bad as it got when it came to armors. She didn't know how people wore this stuff, but she needed to wear it for the duration of the mission. She had a standard issue blaster rifle, and a blaster pistol, her lightsaber was disassembled in various parts throughout the ship, in order to hide it from scanners, she would reassemble it once she freed the people in carbonite, but first she had to land.

The controller said that their codes checked out and they were cleared for landing, however they should expect an inspection upon landing. That was not good.

"We got through that part without being blown out of the sky, but now we have to get through another challenge."

She put the ship down on the pad, as she did she noticed the two stormtroopers sitting there, they seemed to be having a conversation, she would need to convince them, or the entire mission might be over before it started. She set the shuttle down and walked over to the ramp, expecting Adron to follow. She put on the stormtrooper helmet and lowered the ramp.

"Hello boys, we just have a few prisoners on ice ready for transfer." She said to them.

 

[Adron Malvern]

Location: Kamino
Objective: Survive inspection
Allies: Dominion( [member="Marrik Axiom"], [member="Xiarr Sair"], [member="Azaloth Tostrix"], [member="Alyson Halle"] )
Enemies: Empire ( [member="Desmond C'artyom"], [member="Zesiro"], @Vrapir Detta


Taking a moment to look at the rank plate over his chest Adron could not help but shake his head at her. "Hey, it's a good look for you." He teased, pressing the plate back to his chest before exhaling. "Lieutenant, huh.....I feel like this is either going to go flawlessly or we're going to be dead in the next hour."

As Alyson stood up Adron could not help but chuckle as he placed his patrol cap over his head. "Probably both." He muttered before turning towards the loading ramp. Clearing his throat he adjusted his posture, standing tall with his eyes barely showing from underneath his cap. The differences between a noble and an officer were actually not all that discernible, especially with a childhood like Adron's.

Clasping his hands behind his back he remained silent as Alyson spoke to the trooper's on guard. Taking notice that they were not accompanied by a higher ranking officer he felt a bit more comfortable knowing there was less of a chance of them being found out. Taking the datapad that he had pinned on his hip he held it out to the closest of the trooper's. "Try to be fast, these prisoners have to be processed before we can get some shut eye." His tone took on one of command, almost glistening with a matching imperial accent.

 

[Zesiro]

Zesiro sat down next to Desmond when he motioned to her join him. Another glass was produced and he poured her drink from his bottle. Before he offered his slute though he spoke slowly and clearly. She could tell he was six sheets to the wind and still going. He did his best to hide it, but she could tell.

"What's got you down?"

She took the offered drink and raised her glass at his toast.

"To a long and lasting life, Desmond."

Looking around at the assembled guys in the bar, she did see a few clones, but as she noticed before, most of them were Desmond's team. The rookie she had met came out of what she assumed was the fresher and their eyes met briefly. She gave him a wide smile and wave, watching as his face blossomed into a bright almost crimson color.

Turning her attention back to Desmond, he would notice she wasn't as flirty as when they first met and while still very seductive it was more muted.

"What are you and your boys doing here?"

[member="Desmond C'artyom"]

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

Desmond downed his drink and proceeded to set the cup down atop the table. Desmond stuck his hand beneath the stand and felt for the off switch to the holographic dancer. She gave a wave then leaned down to give Desmond a kiss on the cheek as he pressed the button.

“Karking tease…” Desmond said as he cast a sidelong look to the bardroid who merely shrugged. Desmond looked back to Zes and sighed.

“I don’t suppose you’d understand, but I died,” Des said sadly.

He had in fact died five times already. Each time the Imperials uploaded the data from his cybernetic brain into a new clone. His team were similar in the regards that they were all clones of himself, each equipped with the same cybernetics that would allow their commander to be uploaded to their mind.

Should he fall in combat then it was up to the next in command to retrieve the chip from the cadaver and to “become” Desmond. In reality Desmond was little more than a chip of combined memories and experiences. He theoretically could be uploaded to anything. A ship, a weapon, even something as mundane as a mousedroid and Desmond loathed it.

His mood brightened slightly at seeing Zes give the Rookie a flirtatious smile. The clones face burned brighter than a sun.

He gave a soft laugh and nodded to the woman. “He still has the hots for you I think. As for what we are doing here, we are simply out on patrol!” Desmond said as he grabbed the bottle again.

He poured what little remained of the spirit into his glass and sighed as the bottle touched the surface of the table with an empty sounding clink.

[member="Zesiro"]

 

[Vrapir Detta]

Detta stopped and stood at attention at the commander's presence, Easy followed suit. Detta was silently surprised, and suspicious, when the Captain did not address them using Imperial protocol. But what really put him off ease, was the 'Lieutenant' that followed the Captain, his own speech was, unprofessional, especially for an Imperial officer. Detta didn't want to call it in yet, if he was wrong he'd be spending the next four months without off-base privileges, and constant latrine duty at the barracks. He looked over at Easy, by his body language, Easy shared the same sentiment as Detta. Detta pressed the comms panel on his helmet, muting his speaker on the helmet so that his request would only be heard on the Airbase's comm frequency, "Requesting Stormtrooper reinforcement squad for security breach on landing pad 8a. Warning level Yellow, blasters on safety."

Having heard the order through his comms, Easy nodded, and they continued towards the shuttle. Detta spoke first, his helmet speaker unmuted, "Captain, can you please hand me your cargo roster for review, and stand aside while Trooper eight-eight-two-five inspects your cargo." As Easy carried on into the cargo bay of the shuttle, Detta stayed beside the Captain and the Lieutenant while he conducted his inspection,

"I need your ID codes, and your pilots' ID codes before you can carry on with your cargo. I have already contacted an escort to take you to the nearest military prison, and I must have a list of passengers, if any."

[member="Desmond C'artyom"]
[member="Zesiro"]
[member="Adron Malvern"]
[member="Alyson Halle"]
[member="Marrik Axiom"]
[member="Xiarr Sair"]
[member="Azaloth Tostrix"]

 

[Alyson Halle]

Alyson watched as the stormtroopers demeanor somewhat changed, and what could not be seen with the eye could be felt with the force. His emotions changed drastically, and while she was not specialized in emphatic connections, but she could tell when something was up. She suspected their cover was blown. She looked to Adron.
"Adron after you give this soldier your ID why dont you go check on the cargo, and go grab the roster." She said

"I think our cover is blown, let them out, and assemble our lightsabers, ill deal with these two" she said telepathically to Adron.

Telepathy was not a complex force power, especially at these short distances, she then moved her way to hand the men her completely valid code cylinder and ID, which matched her in almost every way. The DSB had payed hackers good money to secure them, they expected them to get a bit farther than this.

"Sorry we keep the roster with the cargo, it might take a bit."

@Vrapir Detta
[member="Desmond C'artyom"]
[member="Zesiro"]
[member="Adron Malvern"]

 

[Adron Malvern]

Location: Kamino
Objective: Defrost the team
Allies: Dominion( [member="Marrik Axiom"], [member="Xiarr Sair"], [member="Azaloth Tostrix"], [member="Alyson Halle"] )
Enemies: Empire ( [member="Desmond C'artyom"], [member="Zesiro"], @Vrapir Detta


His eyes scanning over the landing pad set before them Adron turned his full attention to Alyson once she called out to him. Producing his encoded security cylinder from it's place on his pouch he handed the device to the trooper. Quickly nodding at Alyson as he turned back towards the ship. "Yes Ma'am. Right away." He spoke, though as soon as he stepped off he felt Alyson call out to him using The Force.

'I think our cover is blown, let them out, and assemble our lightsabers, ill deal with these two' Making no sudden movements Adron continued to make his way towards the shuttle.

Damn it! He mused, unable to believe they had blown their cover already. As soon as he made it up the ramp he looked to the team that was frozen in carbonite. He walked over to the first carbonite statue and activated the grav-pad on it, forcing it to hover a few inches off of the ground. Tapping the device's console he waited until a yellow light turned green. Once it had finally shifted colors he tapped the button below it, beginning the unfreezing process.

He quickly made his way to the next person, glancing over his shoulder before following the same process. This one had been Xiar, who had been pretty reluctant to be frozen in the first place, Adron was sure he would appreciate the early release. "Come on come on...." He muttered before pressing the button to begin Xiar's defrost.

Moving on to the third and final pod Adron took notice of the frozen Dathomirian before quickly moving to defrost him as well. "This plan was not well thought out...." He stated, glancing back down to Azaloth's pod with a deep exhale.

As the pods went through their defrosting process Adron began to move about the ship, gathering the hidden lightsaber pieces that had been scattered among the cargo.

 

[Nyos Val]

Location: Carbon Freezing Pod
Objective: Defrost
Allies: [member="Adron Malvern"] [member="Alyson Halle"] [member="Xiarr Sair"] [member="Azaloth Tostrix"]
Enemies: [member="Vrapir Detta "][member="Desmond C'artyom"] [member="Zesiro"]
Gear: Energy Bow, Beskad, Book of Shadows, Nightbrother robes.

Marrik's mind was beginning to blur as his sub-conscience was being repressed by his conscious mind. The thawing process was uncomfortable to say the least. Like his whole body was pins and needles as the blood began to flow unrestricted once more. He did what he could to muffle a cough as some phlegm rose from his lungs. Soon as he spat the mucus out he gathered his weapons and wobbled his way to the wall of the shuttle and waited for his knees to stop shaking and for the orders to commence the mission.

Realizing that he'd been woken up still in the transport they'd procured, Marrik knew there had been a snafu in the plan. This meant that they'd need to potentially fight their way through the Imperial security to get the scientists they were supposed to round up.

Marrik looked back as Adron had defrosted the others and was going about getting the Lightsaber pieces to mobilize at a moments notice. He'd noted that he was the third to be woken, and was sure he'd not be the only one ready to go. The Sith female and the Jedi Knight and he were to distract the main forces by going after a Kaminoin closer while Alyson and Adron went for the cloning schematics and other useful files. This was going to be messy.

 

[Zesiro]

Zesiro raised an eyebrow as Desmond spoke. She took another drink from the glass he had given her and considered her question.

"How is it you're sitting here then?"

Without knowing what he was made of, she wouldn't have a clue how he continued on if he died.

Her attention gone for the moment to the rookie and satisfied she had his attention, it turned back to Desmond. Letting out a sigh as he answered her and shaking her head.

"If any man were to forget me, I think I would be offended."

She elbowed him lightly and gave him a large grin.
​
"Patrol huh? I don't think there's much to see in here."

[member="Desmond C'artyom"]

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

[SIZE=11pt]Desmond grin grew wider and a little more sincere. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“We are inspecting this fine establishments health regs,” He laughed as the woman elbowed him. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]He clasped a hand around the rim of his cup and brought it to his blue lips. He downed the burning gin with a satisfying sigh. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“As for me dying…. It is… Complicated,” Desmond said as he took the cup away from his mouth. He set it down on the table and the bar droid took the empty glasses and bottle. He gave Zes an appraising eye and smiled [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Yes, I suppose it would be hard to forget one such as yourself,” He said merrily as he looked from her to the Rookie. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The Rookie merely smiled and waved like a fool, grinning ear to ear. As Desmond began to look back to Zes he felt a buzzing in his cloak’s pocket. He withdrew his holocom and set it on the table. With the press of a button a Stormtrooper appeared.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“There’s suspicious activity in your sector of patrol, you mus- Are you at a bar?”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“You dare to question a Baron of the Empire?” Desmond asked angrily as he scowled at the trooper. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The Stormie merely shook his head “No Sir, i’ll send you the coordinates shortly,” He gave a curt salute then the holocom dimmed and finally, turned off.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]As the holocom faded to nothing Des attention turned to Zes.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“We may have trouble at one of the landing pads, care to join me?”[/SIZE]

[member="Zesiro"]
[member="Marrik Axiom"]
[member="Adron Malvern"]
[member="Alyson Halle"]
@Vrapir Detta
[member="Azaloth Tostrix"]
[member="Xiarr Sair"]

 

[Xiarr Sair]

Location: Carbon Freezing Pod
Objective: Defrost and Group Up
Allies: [member="Marrik Axiom"] [member="Adron Malvern"] [member="Alyson Halle"] [member="Azaloth Tostrix"]
Enemies: [member="Desmond C'artyom"] [member="Vrapir Detta "]@Zesiro

During the entirety of his time in carbonite, Xiarr was trapped in a dream-like state. He was suddenly reliving memories from every moment of his life, even the ones he would have preferred to have forgotten entirely. Then, a strange feeling began to grow, and Xiarr's state was interrupted by him abruptly snapping back to reality. After being thawed out, Xiarr fell to the ground and stayed there for a minute or two, allowing his eyes to adjust to the light.

Xiarr pulled himself up from the floor and noticed that he had awoken from his "slumber" in the transport shuttle, which meant that something hadn't gone as planned. Xiarr would have preferred to not cut through even more Imperials, but it seemed like he had no choice. Maybe he would encounter an acolyte or two along the way to spice things up.

Xiarr looked around to see a Dathomirian who had also just been thawed out, and Adron who seemed to be collecting the scattered lightsaber pieces, which also included Xiarr's saber. He also took note of the Sith Knight, who was still thawing out. Xiarr began to approach the Dathomirian so that the three could make their way to the Kaminoin scientists as a group.