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[Rhia Novatinsky]

"Ma'am priority message coming in from orbit."​

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"Patch it through."​

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"Governor we have a Ren shuttle coming in for a landing, and he requests you be there to greet him."​

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Letting out a audible sigh. First one Ren, and a Sith. Then a wanted criminal showing up, and now another Ren. What was making Endor, such a primitive and back water planet, a major attraction right now. Rhia knew the history being the moon, as it was the last stand of the Galactic Empire. Getting up from her desk, she started to make her way to the landing platform at Facility Ozzel, not sure what could be in store for her with this meeting. Walking down the underground corridor that connected the prison with Facility Ozzel a sense of fear washed over her, as she was wondering if something went wrong or she was to be "replaced"​

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[member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Milo Ren"] | [member="Zesiro"] | [member="Desmond C'artyom"]​

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Kyrel waited in the hanger for the governor had arrived and when she finally did he could clearly see the fear on her face. As much as it amused him to see the look on her face in front of a Knight of Ren, the mechanical monstrosity had other plans and sooner he could go out, and deal with the task that was assigned to him the better. He stood impatiently, and not wasting on any time for her to speak, he spoke in a cold metallic baritone which boomed through the walls addressing his presence. "Govenor Novatinsky, I am Kyrel Ren, I have come on orders from the Supreme Leader, he is most displeased with the rogue Ren here along with a Sith and a fugitive wanted by the First Order. Fear not I have not come to replace you, but I will do what you cannot. Now I wish to get underway, and will require any resources that you may have in getting these fugitives. The Supreme Leader expects for me to bring him the Ren as soon as possible." Kyrel stared at her, his mask just mere inches from her face as all that could be heard was the mechanical breathing giving himself an air of intimidation around the uncomfortable Governor as he waited for her answer, eager to begin his hunt.

[member="Rhia Novatinsky"] [member="Milo Ren"] [member="Zesiro"] [member="Desmond C'artyom"]

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

Desmond raced through the morning light on his speeder. He knew what he was doing. He was leaving his squad behind. Desmond turned back towards the campsite and hoped the best for his men. He knew staying with them would only endanger them. So C’artyom reached the Star Destroyer and dismounted his bike. Desmond removed his helmet and threw it to the ground.

Desmond ran a hand through his slick backed hair and let out a soft sigh. Everyone's sins catch up to them eventually… Now Desmond was likely to lose the only family he had ever known because of it. But, that was life and the Chiss was hardened to these things. He walked to the vessel and entered the hole once more.

His cybernetic optics pulled up the schematics and marked the bridge as a waypoint. Desmond made his way through the decrepit vessel and entered the bridge. He found it relatively shortly. Desmond approached a data terminal and inserted his data pad. The computer came to life with a soft hum. Using the codes Desmond had found on Scarif he unlocked the terminal’s secrets and found what he was looking for…

Meanwhile

Rookie awoke with a smashing headache… He knew he shouldn’t have drunken that flask of ale, but he was bored and needed something to put his restless body to sleep. He opened his tent to the crisp morning air and the pleasent shine of dawn. He was the first awake and went about waking everyone, but when he reached Des’s tent the man was not there.

“Guys where’s boss?” Rookie asked a hint of worry entering his voice.

Someone sighed and simply shook his head.

“Just cook up breakfast Rookie,” Was that a hint of sadness he heard?

“Perhaps he’s out for a smoke...” Rookie mumbled to himself as he began to cook up breakfast for the squad.


[member="Milo Ren"]
[member="Zesiro"]

 

[Zesiro]

Very soon after [member="Milo Ren"] was up and moving, Zesiro woke up as well. She stretched herself and watched the Ren get dressed and prepare breakfast for them. Smiling at him, she took the plate he offered. Her eyes were mischievous and playful. They had a place to go and things to do however and left it at that.

After eating, she finished dressing and put her hair back up in its tail.

While she was all too familiar with going through the motions, the night she had spent with Milo was so much more. It was like a reunion of lost souls. A part of her was in him and he in her. Together they made a whole.

Not knowing exactly what to say, when she finished eating and after cleaning their plates she walked over to him. Taking his hands within hers, she looked him in the eyes.

"Thank you."

At last she breathed.

[member="Desmond C'artyom"] [member="Kyrel Ren"] [member="Rhia Novatinsky"]

 

[Milo Ren]

"Come. We have take care of what is at hand. After this...we'll talk."

Milo held Zesiro's hands for just a second longer before letting them go and exiting the tent. They began to make their way to the Star Destroyer. The rain was all gone, leaving the earth around them muddy. Still, it was a beautiful day. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and the air wasn't too hot or humid. Little did the Ren know of the First Order garrison coming for Des; nor did he know about his fellow Ren's arrival on Endor. Ignorance truly was bliss.

"Where is that Chiss? I told him to meet me here by the entrance first thing in the morning."

Milo glanced around, as if the commando would be standing somewhere in plain sight. He obviously wasn't. The Ren shrugged, smiling at Zesiro.

"Oh well. More time for the two of us. Come, let's go to the bridge. The probe droid that first found this site revealed that is the most intact part of the ship."

The various corridors that led to the bridge were silent, as silent as death itself. Not even the forest could be heard from inside the Star Destroyer. If the Ren had been paying attention, he would've realized that there was an unannounced guest in the bridge already. In fact, he also would've discovered where the Chiss was. Alas, he was distracted thinking about Zesiro and what the bridge could possibly contain. He only realized that the duo wasn't alone right before they opened the door that lead to the command center.

Shhh, dear. Someone's inside here already. I'm willing to bet it's our blue friend.

Milo blinked hard at his female companion, communicating telepathically. He slowly reached over to open the door, ready to confront whoever was aboard his archeological site...

[member="Zesiro"] [member="Desmond C'artyom"] [member="Kyrel Ren"] [member="Rhia Novatinsky"]

 

[Rhia Novatinsky]

"Well [member="Kyrel Ren"], I would hope you have been informed I have deployed a regiment of troopers to hunt down the fugitive here on Endor, as for the others that is your problem. If that will be all, I would like to return to my office to over see my operation."​

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After the Ren replied, Rhia started to make her way back towards the prison, and back to her warden's office. Once back in her office she brought up the video feed from the helmets of the troopers sent out to apprehend the criminal element on Endor. As she sat and watched she could hear the comms from the troopers in the regiment as the proceeded to get closer and closer to the search area.​

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"All callsigns we are approaching the search grid."​

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"Sabre element make sure to check the crash site in the grid."​

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"Cobalt team, use caution, there are reports of others in the area as well."​

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"All callsigns make sure to use non-lethal settings on your blasters, we want them alive for the most part."​

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The troops continued to push closer and closer towards the crash site, as that would be the primary search grid, though other elements of the regiment would fan out to look for camp sites or outposts that were constructed without knowledge of the Governor.​

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[member="Milo Ren"] | [member="Zesiro"] | [member="Desmond C'artyom"]​

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Kyrel nodded not wishing to waste anymore time, he borrowed a speeder bike and set off from the facility along with the troops to the crash site, the blood was boiling in whatever veins he had left, these fugitives more importantly the Ren was wanted by the Supreme Leader himself, and Kyrel would gladly carry out this task as calluding with both a Sith and even a fugitive wanted by the First Order were huge offenses. This thought flooded his mind as he increased the speed of the speeder bike towards the crash site. After several minutes of traveling through the thick wilderness Kyrel stopped in front of the crash site. The Imperial regiment were already creating a perimeter around the crash site, and even some were heading inside. Kyrel got off and pulled out his lightsaber as he walked towards the dark depths of the crashed destroyer.

He would walk slowly through the darkness letting the troopers do there job in taking the fugitive while Kyrel would deal with the Ren, he would approach through the levels like a dark menecing shadow even letting his presence be known through the force. He than saw the two figures in the corridor that would lead the way up to the bridge. All you could hear was the breathing before the snap hiss of a lightsaber being ignited as Kyrel approached forward speaking coldly to the boy. "Brother Milo Disciple of Ren, I am Brother Kyrel Knight of Ren, by order of the Supreme Leader you are under arrest for calluding with a Sith." He said giving an icy stare through his lenses to the girl next to him. He than continued speaking in a commanding baritone. "And also helping a wanted fugitive that responsible for the deaths of your fellow imperials and is wanted by the First Order. I will ask this once, come quietly and you're companion won't be harmed, or resist and be dealt with along with her most severely." He said as his saber was lowered down and he waited for an answer.


[member="Rhia Novatinsky"] [member="Milo Ren"] [member="Zesiro"] [member="Desmond C'artyom"]

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

Desmond turned as he heard approaching footsteps. With hands behind his back Desmond withdrew his datapad from the old terminal and addressed the newcomers.

“How’s the back?” The Chiss asked mischievously.

Then as he flicked his hands out as if to embrace someone the datapad disappeared down his sleeve.

“Not often I get to enjoy such lustrous company,” Desmond said as he took the blonde woman in a hug.

“I’ve been trying to get this thing to work, but I can't seem to crack the codes,” Des said with a hint of disappointment in his voice.

As Desmond said this his cybernetic mind recieved a quick message. Invisible to any eye but his Desmond processed the message in the matter of a second. Hostiles incoming the message read simply and Desmond knew his time was short.

“If you’ll excuse me I’ll take my leave now,” But, before Desmond could make it to the doorway another arrived.

Kyrel Ren by the looks of him. The mechanical monstrosity that the whole galaxy had probably heard of. Desmond had had it. He raised his disruptor rifle and fired it at the Ren. An explosive round would race towards the Ren’s feet and tear right through whatever armor he wore. Whether it be Phrik, Beskar or something different entirely. For Disruptors worked in a funny way. When they impacted with anything they disintegrated whatever they hit in a wide mist.

[member="Kyrel Ren"]
[member="Rhia Novatinsky"]
[member="Milo Ren"]
[member="Zesiro"]

 

[Milo Ren]

"Crack the codes? That's a good one."

Milo watched as the Chiss tried to run off, but the Ren stopped him.

"You're in a rush. You know something we don't? Ah. I sense him."

Facing the bridge's entryway, Milo saw him. This particular Ren had a borderline obsession with Darth Vader. Kyrel was his name, and he was often picked for missions like this. He would be relentless in hunting them down. They had to move. Now.

It seemed that's exactly what Des was thinking as he fired off a round from his disruptor rifle. While those two were preoccupied, Milo grabbed Zesiro's hand and ran into the bridge itself. Smashed consoles and rusted walls lined the interior, but the archeologist didn't spend time observing.

"Come on! There's a service tube that'll lead us into the main bay of the Star Destroyer! Follow me!"

Thank the Force he knew the workings of the Star Destroyer, otherwise they would've been cornered. The rust-covered service hatch was located quickly and Milo opened it with a grunt, letting his female companion head down first before he followed, closing the hatch door behind him. He certainly hoped the Chiss survived his encounter with Kyrel. The two would most likely need his help getting out of the wreckage alive.

[member="Desmond C'artyom"] [member="Kyrel Ren"] [member="Rhia Novatinsky"] [member="Zesiro"]

 

[Zesiro]

Zesiro followed [member="Milo Ren"] as silently as she could. Even though the two groups were working together, she knew they didn't fully trust each other. That was fine as long as they each shared what the other needed to know.

When they arrived, a small search proved futile in finding [member="Desmond C'artyom"] so they headed inside the ship, expecting to find it empty. Instead the chiss had beaten them there and was trying to get some codes from the ancient machine. He made a snide comment about the previous night which Zesiro just let pass and his look encompassed her whole. She had to maintain her persona around him and she flaunted what she possessed. The visual embrace happened for only a few seconds before he turned his attention back to Milo.

They started talking about the codes when the both suddenly changed. It was a change in posture, they both tensed up though nothing hostile had been said between them. Not aware of [member="Kyrel Ren"] coming from behind them, when he did make himself known, she whirled around.

The form was dressed in a similar fashion to that of Milo, but there was something different about him. An aura that what humanity was left in him was almost gone. For the first time in a very long time, she was afraid. Not knowing what this man could do, she slowly backed away from him. While he spoke words of honey about surrender and that she wouldn't be harmed, her intuition told they were filled with lies.

A disruptor shot was fired at him and she found herself being pulled and then urged into a service shaft in front of Milo who followed her in and closed the hatch. The pitch dark surrounded them and she brought out her lightsaber to provide light for the two of them.

"Milo, that door isn't going to him long."

All act gone, Zesiro now looks just as afraid as she feels and it showed in her blue eyes. Worry and concern they would not make it out of this encounter alive.

[member="Rhia Novatinsky"]

 

[Rhia Novatinsky]

Continuing to watch the troopers camera feeds, as they surrounded the area. Rhia let a smile out as catching [member="Desmond C'artyom"] would be something of a pleasure for her. From the feed she could hear [member="Kyrel Ren"] move in and start confronting the rogue Ren.​

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"Go go go."​

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The troopers started to move in and surround the area where the Ren, Sith and Desmond were. They were going to use Kyrel as a means to get the drop on Desmond.​

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"Desmond C'artyom come out with your hands up, by order of Governor Rhia Novatinski, and the First Order you are under arrest for murder."​

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The troopers made their presence known now, though hoping that it would end non violently, knowing the report about the murders on Yalara, no one was taking a chance. Some of the troopers were ready with their stun settings, while others had it off and ready to fire if needed.​

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[member="Zesiro"] | [member="Milo Ren"]​

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Kyrel growled as if he was an impatient beast ready to take the kill. He had hoped the disciple would come quietly, and it looked like this would not be done the hard way, and Kyrel almost laughed when he had sensed the fear radiating from [member="Zesiro"] whom this pleased Kyrel and would please him all the more if it wasn't so pathetic. She was no Sith, Sith had no fear they used it as a weapon, she clearly must have been a poor student indeed no matter he only needed the boy to live, the girl can be easily dispatched and noticing something here he could actually use the girl to make the boy come with him back to Virgillia to face his punishment for betraying his oath, to his Brothers and Sisters like Kyrel, he would be lucky if he kept his limbs by the day's end.

However the Chiss from the Imperial Remnant had other plans as he had launched a disrupted blast at Kyrel, Kyrel scoffed he was actually expecting a bit more from the fool, but it looks like he came poorly equipped to face against a Knight of Ren. He extended his his hand out and summoned a piece of debris to absorb the blast, when it absorbed the blast he attempted to force push him into a pile of wreckage. He walked forward after his prey, his lightsaber still in hand as he spoke coldly to the chiss before telling the squads through his comlink. "I have no quarrel with you Remnant scum. I am on a mission of my own, stay out of it. All squads move in and arrest the Chiss, if he resists kill him." Kyrel's slow moving presence was like a storm ready to be unleashed. He had fought in the Battles of Kaeshana, and Mustafar. He had a hand in conquering countless worlds, he faced off against an Ancient Sith Spirit and survived being possessed, and he had even killed Jedi. Nothing would stop him from completing his mission.

He had followed them leading to a service tube. He used the force to pull the door apart, and advanced on his prey throughout the dark hallways his mechanical breathing merely bounced of the walls and echoed, he had finally caught up to him going through an upper part of the tube, when he had saw them he pointed his crimson blade and said in the metallic tone clearly frustrated. "I grow tired of these games Disciple now." He looked to the girl and with his free hand downwards he attempted to focus on her throat. He would slowly squeeze on her windpipe preventing her from breathing properly allowing her to suffocate slowly as he spoke with malicious intent to Milo. "Surrender and come with me, and face your crimes, or watch the girl die if you wish, you have two options, and it would be most unfortunate for you if you caused her death, make your choice quickly boy my patience is going to run thin." He said empathizing his by slowly squeezing his hand slowly attempting to suffocate her.

[member="Rhia Novatinsky"] [member="Milo Ren"] [member="Desmond C'artyom"]

 

[Zesiro]

As they were approaching the end of the upper tunnel leading to the main bay, [member="Kyrel Ren"] caught up to them. Her fear spiked again at seeing him and soared even higher when he started to choke her. Even though she was Sith, she was barely trained and her master had focused more on her body and how to use that to her advantage instead of fighting. Zesiro had no thoughts about attempting to charm both [member="Milo Ren"] and herself out of this situation.

When she felt her wind-pipe constricting, it was one way her master had kept her under his control. What he had used to make her fear him. This man, no this machine, dared to do that to her and that set off a trigger inside of her.

Zesiro took as a deep a breath as she could since she wasn't likely going to be able to another, ignited her lightsaber and with eyes blinded by both rage and fear lashed out at the Ren holding onto her throat.

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

[SIZE=11pt]Desmond watched as the Ren used the force to summon a piece of debris to him. The Disruptor round impacted with the make shift shield and began to disintegrate the piece of metal. The Ren let the metal drop then tossed Desmond like a toy doll. Desmond flew backwards and hit a terminal. Desmond felt the wind escape his lungs and bruises line his back. He picked himself up from the ground and heard the troops outside announce their appearance. Desmond ignored them, he knew in his heart they’d never take him alive. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Desmond followed the Ren’s and Sith down the Service tube and began to make his way into the bay. He found the three confronting each other. Kyrel seemed to be force choking the girl and Desmond grimaced. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]It wasn’t his problem. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Desmond raced through the hangar past the three force users and found what he was looking for. An ancient ship of strange design. It had been listed on the Star Destroyer’s flight log and Desmond had only hoped it was still here. But, despite his doubts here it was. The [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Rogue Shadow. [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Desmond pulled up a few codes from his datapad and entered them into the door’s entry hatch. Desmond waltzed aboard the shuttle and made his way through the vessel. Despite it’s age it was in surprising condition. Well kept and untouched, the ship was good as new.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Desmond sat in the cockpit and just felt the controls for a moment. He inserted his datapad and it connected with the ship’s systems. Desmond flipped the ignition and the engine roared to life. Using the codes from Desmond’s datapad Desmond got the ship released from it’s harness and floated in free flight around the hangar. He was about to use the missiles to punch a hole through the bulkhead when he felt a tugging in his gut.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]He couldn’t just leave his former companions, even if they were kark heads. Desmond flew over to where the three were confronting each other then spot lighted Kyrel Ren. “Get aboard!” Desmond cried through the loud speakers as he fired at the mechanical beast. The ship’s boarding ramp descended to allow Zesiro and Milo aboard.[/SIZE]

[member="Zesiro"]
[member="Kyrel Ren"]
[member="Rhia Novatinsky"]
[member="Milo Ren"]

 

[Rhia Novatinsky]

"This is Major Thorne, target is getting away in a ship."​

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"Understood Major. Governor Novatinski to Facility Ozzel, launch the strikers shoot down that ship. Orbital defense make sure no one get off the planet without my authorization."​

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"This is Ozzel command launch the strikers."​

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The wing of 72 TIE strikers launched out of Facility Ozzel and made top speed towards the unknown ship. Once at the AO, they all started to fire at the unknown ship. The Strikers had the upper hand as the ship was waiting for others to get on board. One getting a lucky shot an taking out the engines of the craft. The stormtroopers sent to arrest Desmond would soon be at the site to take him in. All the strikers would continue to be in the area to make sure that craft didn't lift off again, if it did they would hunt it down and blow it out of the sky. If somehow he got off the planet, the orbital forces would make sure he never left the system. Governor Novatinski locked the planet down, this way she could get her prize.​

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[member="Desmond C'artyom"] | [member="Zesiro"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Milo Ren"]​

 

[Milo Ren]

The Ren was choking Zesiro, threatening to kill her if Milo didn't turn himself in. The Star Destroyer was surrounded. There was no logical way he was going to get out of this without either himself or his companion dying. Was it time to cut loose? Perhaps. Or would he sacrifice himself in battle against the mechanical monstrosity that was before him?

What that decision would've been would never be known.

"Get aboard!"

Fire rained down from a flying vessel onto the Ren. It was the Chiss. Why was he helping them? He had nothing to gain. Or did he?

Milo grabbed Zesiro's hand, who was released from the choke, and sprinted towards the loading ramp. With a mighty leap, he pulled them both on and yelled out to the Imperial commando.

"I don't know why you're doing this, but get us the kark out of here!"

[member="Rhia Novatinsky"] [member="Desmond C'artyom"] [member="Zesiro"] [member="Kyrel Ren"]

 

[Zesiro]

Before Zesiro hadn't gone even two steps in the direction of [member="Kyrel Ren"] when [member="Desmond C'artyom"] started to fire at the Ren. [member="Milo Ren"] grabbed her hand and pulled off her the attack, at once the choke released on her and she could breath again. He pulled her up on to the ship Desmond had hijacked to escape, the ramp closing behind them.

Laying on the floor of the bulkhead, Zesiro wonders what would have happened in that confrontation. How it would have ended.

She turned to look at the pilot, gave a wink to the back of his head, stood up and walked over to him, planting a thankful kiss on his cheek.

"How are you going to get us out of here?
They're going to be bringing more after us."
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[member="Rhia Novatinsky"]

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

[SIZE=11pt]The First Order sent out vessel’s to take out Des’s newly found attack craft. But they’d find it’s hard to attack a ship in a confined space such as a hangar. Especially with 76 attack craft. So, they could try, but odds were they’d have to attack squadron by squadron. With that said, Desmond simply flipped the switch to his vessel’s shields and they were able to absorb the brunt of the TIE fighters assault. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Their was nothing they could rightly do as Desmond unleashed a hail of blaster fire on Kyreal Ren. The man would be blasted to pieces or dodge out of the way and release the Sith woman out of the way in time to avoid the strike. No matter what Desmond and his compatriots would be escaping. As Desmond readied to escape out of the hangar bay he activated the gun turret and cried out to his new found allies [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Get to those rear guns! We’re blasting our way out of here!”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Desmond grimaced as he stared through the cockpit canopy and began to blast away at the descending TIE fighters. Then he felt something against his cheek. Zesiro had planted a kiss right on his side. Desmond wiped the mark away with a free shoulder and motioned to the co pilot seat with his free hand. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“How’s about you make yourself useful and situate yourself in the co pilot seat sweetheart!”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Desmond cried out as he blasted his way through another set of TIE fighters.[/SIZE]

[member="Zesiro"]
[member="Rhia Novatinsky"]
[member="Kyrel Ren"]
[member="Milo Ren"]