Location: Descending upon Skor II, Enroute to Metrobig City.
Objectives: Eliminate resistance to the First Order's Presence in the Sector
Expected Opposition: The Galactic Alliance, [member="Saul Perth"]
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Nearby Allies: [member="Jacques"]
, [member="Castor Ren"]
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Brennan Cabrol stood and watched from the starboard of the
Corvette as the glow of Skor II came into view and illuminated all other vessels in the area, like a cloud descending upon the unwilling world, their people moved into position to once again dominate the opposition and bring about true stability to the sector. The Disciple eagerly awaited their landing, he was by every sense a fanatic of the Knights of Ren, burdened not by the morality of choice but consumed by the prospect of what the Supreme Leader had achieved and still continued to do so using the Knights of Ren as his right hand, Brennan's one focus here would be that he played an active part in ensuring their success, caring not for what that entailed.
He had come armed and would be easily recognized by his peers, his black cloak that draped around his form covered much of the
Armor that was the make of the Bastion back home on Virgillia, high time that it was put to good use. Strapped down around his right leg, was the
Dirk of which was the first blade he had been given upon entrance to their secretive Order, his
Lightsaber the counterpart of which hung from his belt upon his right and to the left, holstered firmly against his hip was the
Sidearm of their powerful military, a weapon of which he used far less yet might be the difference between life and death for him down upon such a world; Above all else however was the presence of the Darkside that fluctuated around him in all his impatience, eager to throw himself against whatever threatened the progress of their armada.
Turbulence rocked the vessel as it shot down through the atmosphere, a skilled pilot in control of their descent, Brennan had not bothered to speak to him for the man knew already what was expected and whom he was delivering unto the war-zone, a notable person from Virgillia often meant that it was best not to ask questions and the silence fit Brennan perfectly, instead turning his attention to the time that he had to build call the force to him, strengthening himself and his resolve that he might step into this battle deterred not by past influences.
"ETA, two mikes out" the voice announced across the intercom, the Disciples gaze lifting and soon he turned to move towards the aft of the vessel to which he stood ready. Two minutes felt like a lifetime here, looking to the sealed door that would soon lower and he be freed of the durasteel cage, the lack of room was trifling and locked within, he was accompanied by nothing but his thoughts, his expectations and his uncertainties. The call of war would silence these the moment that he stepped out into it's embrace, yet here...-He found only frustration. Lifting his left arm to his front, he swiped his right across the device strapped to his gauntlet, the
Datapad lighting up and soon displaying an overview of the world so that Brennan might know what to expect. The Com-Channel of the Knights of Ren too came through the very same device, the Disciple listening intently so to meet with his peers; one of them could do some damage yet several could wipe out squadrons in the perfect scenario.
Finally the landing bay hissed, the air from the outside world causing his robe to rise up at his back, the landing struts meeting the surface of Skor II and the voice from further back once more coming across the intercom,
"LZ is clear, I will rendezvous with the fleet and wait for your word. Contact me for Exfil...", the voice faded with every step that Brennan took, leaving the craft behind him and turning his attention to the environment that now surrounded him, the City looking truly devastated, a war having already been fought and one from what we could tell though he knew not the history, he had come upon Orders and his prerogative was clear.
"
This is Brennan, I'm on point in Metrobig" he announced through to the rest of the Knights of Ren within the vicinity, "
Here to provide support where ever necessary, what are my Orders?" He had generic instructions though his call went out wide to his superiors, looking first to see who among them were present within the area and what they might ask for him, before he looked to assist the troops.
