The Imperial Downfall~CIS Dominion of Kamino

[Alwine Daye]

Objective: 4 - researching through the archives of one of the safe facilities
Location: Inside the facilty
Wearing: Standard KO armor
Wielding: Standard Vibrosword
Tags: [member="Gerwald Lechner"]
Post: 2

Until several months ago, she had "known" that there was one final remaining family of Lupines. A short while ago, it became "known" that there were two final remaining families of Lupines. Alwine refuse to be of the "knowing". If the Lechners and the Van-Dervelds were truly the last, it would take at least three generations before the Lupines could actually choose amongst themselves and not just from none-Lupines. Four generations, if her brother would be idiotic enough through his actions. She hoped to the gods that she did not believe in that he would come to understand and see reason before permanent damage was done, for even if the other Lupines existed as she so firmly knew to be true, it did not mean that anything harmonious would come of it.

Such were the thoughts that occupied her mind as she at last stepped out of the rain and into the building, shaking her head as if she was in her wolf shape in order to get rid of the drops that cascaded down her face and tresses. It did not help. The human form was so weak, so useless. And yet there were things that could not be done in the shape of the wolf. Communication that went beyond body language the occasional bark, for one. She was also quite sure that sifting through archives would be impossible with paws instead of hands, but... But there were problems even with hands.

"I have been told that this facility keeps the archives for most of the planet's deeds and actions," she spoke to the point to the... It wasn't a human. She didn't know what it was. On Stewjon, the strange creature in front of her would be considered a demon. But... It was not a demon. There were other races. The galaxy was not limited to Lupines an Humans. "I wish to be given access."

The creature on the other end of the desk eyed her carefully. "That will not be possible, unless you have the proper authority," was the answer she received.

A flash of rage was all too visible on the petite's features. "Well where do I get the proper authority then?!" she almost screamed, her hand curling around the hilt of her sword. If proper authority meant removing obstacles, she would not shy away from it. She was a kinslayer, she had killed her mother, and just because she was a woman did not mean she would shy from doing so again to those who blocked her path.

The creature seemed to notice her intent though. A moment later, walls closed around Alwine. These were not the prison bars of Stewjon. These walls were solid, but somewhat transparent, emitting a soft blue light. Still raging, Alwine attempted to punch one of them, only to be sent flying back into the wall behind her, which in turn sent her flying to another wall. Her screams ripped the otherwise silent audio of the building's entrance, until at last the bouncing stopped, and the angry wolf lay on the floor, her body hurting as though she had been dealt a thousand punches.

The creature behind the desk said nothing.

 

[Lirka Ka]

Glorious bloodshed, that was the best way to describe it all. It felt glorious, none of the many brands and offbrands of Spice, nor those ever destructive deathsticks could match a true adrenaline high like this. Lirka quickly came to realize this as she leaped off the top of the B2 unit that had unwittingly served as her entrance into the bloody fray of the front lines, she came to realize she liked this whole war thing.

Her train of thought was quickly interrupted as a hiss of her blade slashing an Imperial trooper in twain came. She was a blur, a whirling blade that hacked and slashed without thought or mercy. The short confines of one the distinctive Kaminoian walkways, and the one Lirka stood on was slick with gore mixed with the unrelenting rain. She had never felt so alive, so in her element. Her armor, to the untrained eye seemed like a heavy powersuit. It was no such thing, and with the force backing her every move the armor seemingly weighed nothing.

And that became quickly evident as she spun around for an utterly vicious kick with her still quite heavy boot. With the crunch of plastoid and bone a trooper that had become unlucky enough to stand in her way was launched right off the side of her gore-slick pathway into the seas below. Lost forever to the crashing waves and patter of rain.

She was of course, being far from an effective commander. As the remains of her forces advanced, the tight walkway quickly proved to have many hazards for the advancing forces, the corpses of droids littered it. They were ripe for the picking, but Lirka didn't care. She advanced either way, another blaster bolt ringed into her chest. Staggering her for a brief moment as she began to advanced to the larger circular center of a small cluster of other walkways. Leading all throughout this lovely lovely battlefield, she had her objective. Secure that and keep on moving.

That quickly proved less than possible, with a shrieking howl a Confederate gunship was blasted out of the sky. Tumbling and roaring with no chance to regain itself before the wreckage slammed into the platform with the shrieking howl of exploding fuel lines and destroyed metal, and chunk torn from one of the walkways as the gunship made it's ungraceful and fiery decent. Skidding across the platform for the briefest of moments before it exploded into an impressive fireball.

Maybe war wasn't so great, thought Lirka just those few moments before she was blasted back in with the ensuing fireball.

She wasn't dead, though almost wished she was. She hadn't felt pain like this in awhile, a good two decades at least. She rose to a murky vision, she was quickly aware her helmet had taken damage and one of her eye lenses was absolutely ruined. Mainly because she could feel the shards stabbing into her skin, she snarled. She didn't feel her Klaive, but she heard something. Imperials, damnable Imperial trash.

They were now put at the blame for the pain that coursed through her body and the armor she had spent so much on being shredded and burned. It's fine artistry was lost now in that burning wreckage, which still smoldering away, for she could hear the rain sizzle into nothingness against the still burning and chemically induced heat. It washed over her, it enraged her. Her eyes open, one less than the other she noted. The one under her the damaged part of her helmet. She could see Imperials, examining the near monster that had slaughtered so many of them, they would suffer for this.

Using her hatred, her pain, and even her fear of death as fuel she launched out her arms as best she could. Letting the force out once again, sending many of those around her flying as she let out as fist at lightning speed into the nearest trooper with the sickly cracking of plastoid once she shot herself up to her feet. The force was her weapon...the force. The thing that had stabbed at her it's whole life was the only reason she was even standing...maybe it wasn't all too bad. She still hated it though, so much anger now fueled her to fight on. To not accept an easy death or a forgettable last stand.

The scarred and damaged helm, one of it's large horns now broken off lean itself back. The distorter that masked her voice had broken, making it not but the equivalent of the sound of broken and aggressive droid speak. And she roared, the design of her armor was of mythical demons of many supersitions of the Galaxy. And now the noise matched it, rage had been made manifest again and Lirka went to the fray. it was time to fight again. Maybe that was just Lirka's purpose in this all.

With fist and force, it seemed like she was fighting an army. One woman fighting a full army, it was nowhere near that but as more troopers funneled in to remove her it might as well have been to the injured woman. Her klaive was still nowhere in sight, but she kept her eyes open once again. She sneered in pain as she let herself get distracted, a blaster striking her again. A graze, thankfully. But her weakened armor didn't give any protection this time.

She looked again, near the wreckage and cursed herself for being so stupid. For hidden among the ruins was her Klaive, a little worse for wear but she wouldn't complain. Forcing her legs to work and launch herself once again in some attempt at a dash, pulling her Klaive into her hand. A quick slash bringing down another trooper with a shriek, and so she stood. Her blade now doing it's work, hm. Maybe it wasn't a half bad way to go down, but sadly. There was work to be done still.

 

[Srina Talon]

Location: Kamino [Timira City - Research Facility Landing Platform]​

Wearing: Envirosuit [Oracle]​

Tag: [member="Aryn Teth"] | [member="Daxton Bane"] | [member="Kyle Raymus"]| [member="Xenro"]​

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Some of the weight left her shoulders as the limp form of [member="Aryn Teth"] sagged bonelessly to the platform. At first, she worried that the seal on his armor had broken and that the icy, black water, had filled the armor. It only took a bit of focus to know that wasn’t true. His heart was beating. Steady, strong, and without any sort of arrhythmia that might denote fear. For some reason, it made the fury in her rise like the waves that rolled beneath them. Aryn would feel her. Her Master, [member="Darth Metus"], would feel her wherever he was and know that his Apprentice was walking a very thin line between feeling pain and causing it.

Her wrath was beautiful as it was potent. Silent, and unforgiving. It was her vice.

Aryn fell to his knees and she felt the darkside swirl at her core. His weakness pulled down her spine, like the claws of a beast raking through her flesh, and she had to bite her tongue. What was he doing? She remained sill as stone when his hand curled about her waist. Normally, his touch soothed her, brought her comfort—Peace. At that moment she endured. He would use the Force to mend her injuries but he would not use it to save himself? The light that caught in her peripherals reflected in distant fractals as the pain in her chest eased. Breathing was less troublesome.

<<The Minister of Science approaches.>>

Inwardly, the Sith Apprentice knew what was to come. Oracle was kind to alert her, however, she could have felt the sorcerer a mile away. Her actions, her need to preserve versus destroy, always put her at odds with other Sith. Just as her ability to kill without remorse placed her at odds with the Jedi. Neither side could see beyond the scope of their own dogma. The voice of [member="Xenro"] was soft. It tickled her ears in her helmet and to an uneducated party could have almost been considered gentle. Srina knew better. “Your concern is unnecessary. My previous orders stand as I will be along momentarily, however, it would serve you well to remember which of us is the Exarch and which is the Minister. I will not forget our mission. You will not forget your place.”

The glacier words that left her lips were also carried by the will of the Force. It was a trick she had learned long ago, back, when she had first discovered her abilities. Just as he had spoken to her without malice, she returned it, nearly robotic. There was no emotion left to burn within the woman. The innate power of the darkside replaced it, filling her senses, until it felt like she might burst. It was dark, pure, and unending. It was the might of her Master and unfortunately—she could only use the ring once without a recharge.

When she looked back down at the former Jedi she was certain he would see the golden corruption that marred the mercurial silver of eyes. The warrior in her wanted to tear something apart, limb from limb, and the blackness that ran through her veins only reinforced it. Aryn’s face was tired. She knew every angle, every curve, and the exact shade of blue of his iris. She heard his words. She withdrew as her mind brushed against his. Reeling. Agony—filled with words that she couldn’t say out loud.

~You didn’t even fight. You didn't even try. You didn’t fight for yourself. You didn’t fight for me.~​

“Stay by the ship and await transport or join the fight. The decision is yours.”

The woman pulled away and hardened herself. She didn’t know what to say to the human who so often lingered in her mind. In her heart. She couldn’t think about it now. Her every movement was ushered by the darkside, her every thought, bound by obscurity. Srina returned to the downed dropship and could see that most of the Knights on board were ready to continue. They’d lost over half of their droid support but there were still quite a few fully functional Magnaguard.

“Plot a course to the last known location of Marshall Vette.”

<<Please standby…>>

The slender creature moved with cold purpose and a sharp movement of her hand caused most of those that were set to follow her lead to pay attention. “We’re moving in for the virus. Ensure that your suits are still vacuum sealed. Anyone too injured to continue may signal for evacuation from here.”

The injured, more than anything, were dead weight. She was there as an Exarch, not a Sith Apprentice, and that required her more astute sensibilities over blunt force. This meant ensuring they made it home over diving head first into the belly of the beast. When the AI in her Holo-Comm found the path of least resistance the group would move toward the research facility. With the storm rolling through Timira their crash landing didn’t cause much of a disturbance. Srina could feel the first wave of opposition just outside the building where Marshall Nolan Vette was preparing to deploy the Red Shadow Virus.

With their own territory so close—they couldn’t allow that.

Two squads of Stormtroopers guarded the entrance. There were eight clones in each set with a total of sixteen. Infiltration had been the plan, initially, but they were running out of time. Their timetable had been more than a little compromised because of the crash. “Straight down the middle, Magnaguard. Knights—split evenly left and right after the droids draw the majority of the fire. The rest of us will come in after to mop up the leftovers.”

The Magnaguard launched themselves ahead, activating stealth tech, and threw themselves at the stormtroopers with controlled ferocity. The Obsidian Knights that followed went into action the second the Stormtroopers began to fire at the droids their sensors had trouble picking up. They used the cover of the gale to stay less visible and Srina was able to note at least a few troopers that wouldn’t be getting up again. Srina gave the signal and the last group flowed up the platform en masse.

She pulled her lightsaber from her belt and the white blade lit the dark. It seemed less threatening than the red blades, somehow, but the Stormtroopers would find that it cut through their armor all the same.

“Cut down the enemy and keep moving!”

They had a few levels to cut through before they could make it to the cold storage for the virus. It would take time to extract it—time that she wasn’t sure they had.

 

[Kyle Naktis]

Post
3

LOCATION
Tipoca City, Kamino

Allies
CIS, Self

As Kyle charged back into battle he continued to strike down imperials as he went, his goal was simple, kill imperials and find commander trench and kill him. As Kyle fought he glanced to the main building of Tipoca City and noticed heavy troopers rushing inside. This must be where commander trench is being kept Kyle thought to himself. Kyle turned and started heading to the building when he saw coming into view on the side of the building was an Imperial AT-AT Walker. Kyle had to think quickly, this would spell bad news all around for the CIS. Kyle had an idea, crazy one but if it worked the walker would be destroyed. Kyle ran up to an imperial trooper deactivating his lightsabers as he ran also putting them on his belt. Kyle reached the troop and grabbed both sides of the troopers head and gave it a quick twist snapping the troopers neck.

After the trooper fell Kyle grabbed his thermal detonator and ran towards the building. Kyle used the force to uplift his jump onto the building, once he landed Kyle turned and sprinted towards the walker. Once Kyle reached the edge of the building he leaped through the air, as he soared through the air he extended his right hidden wrist blade and then stabbed it into the side of the walker to cling onto the side. Kyle at this point couldn't think about anything but taking this walker down before it could fire on that platform. Kyle used his left hand to grab a lightsaber, he would activate the crimson blade and stab it into the side of the walker cutting a hole so he could get in. Once the hole was cut the metal round cut out piece fell out off place and to the ground below. Kyle used the force to augment himself into a swing motion and retracted his wrist blade jumping into the walker using his single blade to take down the 5 troopers inside. Afterwards Kyle deactivated his lightsaber putting it back on his belt and grabbed the thermal detonator and set it down activating it with a 10 second timer. Kyle quickly ran for the hole. Once at the hole he realized he was now too far to jump back to the building. Kyle brought out both wrist blades and scaled the outside of the walker going up stabbing his blades in and out for climbing hooks. Just as Kyle reached the top the thermal detonator exploded killing the vehicle commander and two pilots in the cockpit. The body of the walker collapsed on it's legs and fell over falling off the platform taking Kyle with it. Kyle watched and braced himself for the fall into the ocean with the walker. Kyle turned one last time seeing the battle before his death.

Kyle couldn't let himself die this way. Kyle ran down the body as the walker fell. Just as it fell off the platform Kyle leaped into the air soaring back to solid ground. Kyle landed with a heavy thud and rolled across the ground. Once he stopped he took a minute laying on his stomach. Kyle crawled to the edge and peered over to see the walker crash into the ocean below. Kyle put his head down on his arm resting for a moment thankful to be alive. He survived and single handedly took down an Imperial AT-AT walker. Kyle knew he couldn't rest for long, he had to get into the building behind him and kill Commander Trench.


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[Daxton Bane]

Daxton staggered against the blaster pitted wall, breathing heavily as he paused to get his bearings. The hive whispered to him, begging to be released, a plague swarm that no any enemy could stand against. They hungered for Dark side energy and soft flesh to sink their fangs into.

To be honest, the offer was tempting, why should he carry this weight alone. Why not embrace the hive and release it on the facility? All it would take was him to say yes. A yes, that would carry a heavy price, not just in lives but damage as well. Ever since the orbalisk colony bonded with Daxton there have been mutations in their normal pattern. Now they were more in unison than Daxton cared to admit. What would it mean if the colony were to obtain new hosts, would they be absorbed as well? There were simply too many unknown elements for the Sith Lord to risk it just right now.

Calling for more reinforcements, he proceeded to head to the next flash point in this running battle...

 

[Fiolette Fortan]

Kamino​

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VSS Revanche​

Victorian 4th Fleet​

[member="AR-G002"] | [member="Caid Centurion"] | [member="Eternal Avarice"]​

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"Revision in three, two -"

The streaks of blue faded within seconds and out from hyperspace emerged the Victorian 4th Fleet. Aboard her, Commodore Alex Walzer his uniform black and crisp as his eyes focused on the task ahead. Their objective had been quite clear with the Confederacy on the move to eliminate what had been former Galactic Empire strongholds. They were to eliminate what was left of the old Imperial Navy and dispatch to the surface and collect any data pertaining to the old Empire, including both starship and cloning information. The Victorian 4th much like the Victorian 7th that participated in the destruction of Fondor their signatures were hidden, disguised. At best, one could peer out their viewports and make the assumption that the First Order had arrived. After all, the Victorian vessels much resembled if not looked exactly like them - and had you not been keen as to the recent changes of the First Imperial Navy. You'd be none the wiser.

Which is exactly what the Victorian Paramilitary Forces were hoping for. "There are at least a hundred or so ships between us and the target, and I do believe the Confederacy Navy is quite capable but allow us to draw enemy fire first. This would then enable the Confederacy to swing and take the flank, and as our enemy turns to focus on them. We shall dispatch our small task group to the surface." Walzer explained, "please inform Command that we have arrived and are beginning our movements now." Walzer spoke to the assault fleet through encrypted comms, as the fleet formed moving to form a broad attack configuration.

The 4th Fleet carried well over ten thousand meters if not closer to fifteen thousand, composed of a mixture of heavy hitting vessels as well as anti-starfighter. "Give the IFF transponders the new codes. When the Confederacy makes their scans they can assume an Imperial Remnant, which..." Given the many hundreds of 'remnants' and splinter groups of these remnants. Well, who could tell one group from another but they would know that some Imperial force had arrived to lend a hand and nothing more. "Have our Daggers and Seawolves push forward as part of the assault fleet." All the while, the 4th's transport task group waited quietly to begin their descent.


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[Anesia Jy'Vun]

Two Days Prior​

Kamino​

The cobalt-silver glow of Kamino's atmosphere cast its cold serenity to a viewport, then twinkled from existence as gravity pulled and the silent purr of ion thrusters propelled the diminutive, cloaked ship past orbit. They were welcomed with the ever constant thrashing of the planet's turbulent storms. Rain pelted and beat like ceremonial drums upon the sleek design of the prototype craft as it careened to one of the few shores that were tolerated by the oceanic rapture.

Several forms descended from the matte gray hull and just as quickly as the ghost ship appeared, it winked from sight into the vast expanse of space once more. The small, but albeit elite squad moved in unison upon that departure, then seemed to fan, surrounding the first structure protruding from the inky waters assaulting Timira. There was near nothing discernible about them except for their number and the bulk strewn across their backs. Nothing more than shadows against the occasional lit up sky.

In the events leading up to the incursion, there was silence as each sentient carried out a specific order. Suddenly, from the stretch of static the gurgles of blood and strangled gasps fed through their linked communication system. Mostly, it was the crash of waves and the spray of salt upon the metal constructions that rung in their ears though.

The erratic weather aided their element of surprise- the rain and rolling thunder sheltering their mission, but also testing their own ability and resolve against nature. The bodies of a few Imperial patrol were discarded and sacrificed to the abyss below- the maws of gargantuan waves swallowing them immediately. There were but two that served as useful and the Trooper armor from them stripped prior, for they too were fed to the insatiable terrain of Kamino.

A common ruse, but nevertheless effective for soft infiltration.

Present Day​

Location: Timira, Kamino​

Allies: Self | NPC Team​

Post: 1​

Mentions: [member="Srina Talon"] | [member="Xenro"]​

"Have you contained it, Charlie?" The bio re-breather outfitted to her helm swallowed the novel saccharine vocals, replacing it with the automation that only technology could give. Simple schematics, or exclaiming the bowels as a place did not do justice to the laboratories of Kamino. It was more honeycombed, with labyrinths that stretched like the arms of great sea monsters inhabiting the vast, inky depths of the oceans. There was no singular belly of this beast, fore it had multiple heads for multiple monsters.

One such Monster loomed over a screen, the features of whom were covert. The suit of armor giving nothing away.

"Negative. There appears to be multiple new networks and a firewall like I have never seen. I need more time."

In actuality, the Sith Master had not graced Kamino with her presence for a virus. One, if she were to be candid, knew nothing of. Until now. Anesia's visit to the water world was more intimate. The original facility housed some of Ferrius' own nefarious projects, secrets, along with various DNA coding. While that was no longer the case, given The Empire's alteration of the facility before its fall, the information was still embedded in their system. Originally, a system she would destroy in kind once the information she sought was retrieved.

The game had changed with a single intercepted transmission upon the reclaiming of her personal information. RSV. “How very interesting, Trench.”

Slender, gloved fingers moved over a control panel, adroitly tapping away until a new screen appeared. It washed the small laboratory in a faint blue glow before it came alive with a real-time stream of security footage. A groan of protest stirred at the boots of the feigned figure- following that of bones and armor cracking beneath the swift slam of the Novatrooper's own rifle butt to his helm along the lines of the nose and eye piece. One shudder of breath passed the trooper's aspirator. The sound was wet and declared defeat.

The eyes of the assailant, however, were still trained upon the screen. With a cant of the head, all that was offered in those moments...curiosity. A smile was then etched or sewn unto the Darksider's visage, tugging at the very corners of the mouth that was masked- much like the shrouded Force signature. I'm closer, smaller shoulders rolled in the environmental suit and a quick inventory was assessed on her person.

Turning on the heel of late-issued Knight's Obsidian boots, the figure moved in the direction of one Marshal Nolan Vette, “Connect me to the system.” Strides were feline-like and long as she took in the distance and upon being patched into the security system, images swam into view. Slipping from the current course, the woman reached, flicking loose a metal screen and disappeared moments later.

The way in which she arrived was through the air vent with a fluid drop to the floor. Vette was no tourist though- no civilian and the man turned meeting a gaze he couldn't see. The Imperial's hand moved, staying his security during the stand-off. There was a surety in his cold blue eyes, a weight to them and a heady girth to his militant-bred arrogance.

Were there the time for it, Anesia mused, I would acquiesce.

Time was of the essence, and what ever force beyond the entrance would soon reveal itself. Thin fingers curled towards her palm, the affair slow- but faster than affording the Marshal hand-to-hand combat. The Darkside lashed at his vocals silently, ensnaring his wind pipe and Nolan's eyes widened a fraction. Anesia's fingers continued to press until her hand formed a fist. For fleeting seconds, everything seemed frozen and reeked of fear, of power and the Master was not lost to the fact that it was not only her own.





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[Gerwald Lechner]

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Gerwald followed until it was clear the Alwine was going to be causing a lot trouble, and for what, access to information that was not hers to have. What was she up to? Gerwald decided it might be best if he popped his head around the corner and let her know he was there, if she had not discovered his scent yet.

"Really... can't get what you want so throw a fit and kill the person?" Gerwald shook his head. There wasn't much room for him to say anything about how she was behaving considering he was part of the reason why. Still, it made him feel a bit better to say something about it. She could at least try to not rip people's throats out.

Except that isn't what had happened at all. She had been captured again, and Gerwald would not have it. A low growl erupted from his throat, as much a one a human could make, and without thinking a knife was pulled from his belt, and with aid of the force, passed between the eyes of the creature killing it instantly. He had learned that trick from Scherezade.

Ger rushed to the controls and released the force field and rushed over to Alwine.

"I got you access?"

There was sheepish grin on his face as he opened his arms for a hug, one he hoped she was finally ready to give.

[member="Alwine Lechner"]

 

[Alwine Daye]

Objective: 4 - researching through the archives of one of the safe facilities
Location: Inside the facilty
Wearing: Standard KO armor
Wielding: Standard Vibrosword
Tags: [member="Gerwald Lechner"]
Post: 3

She had not been throwing a fit. All she had done was ask how to get the required authority to access the information she was after. Sure, she had growled. And she might have squeezed the hilt of her weapon. But she'd been angry for being denied, and despite that, had done truly nothing to threaten the creature on the other side of the desk. It was... A misunderstanding.

Had she not been bouncing between walls and then trying to recover from the pain of a thousand punches (which thankfully, wasn't that bad since her armor absorbed most of it), she would have picked her brother's scent up much sooner. As it were, she was still struggling to get back to her feet when he walked into her field of vision, killing the creature that had locked her, and took care of the prison walls that had been placed around her.

"Ussta dalninuk," Alwine said with a warm smile. His arms were open for a hug and she ran into them without needing to pause to think. Her brother. Her Gerwald. She had wished only minutes earlier that at least one of her brothers would be here with her, and now one of them was. Perhaps she should have wished for both, but still, some alone time with Gerwald would never be something she would deny. Too much time had escaped without the ability to have it, not just after he had left Stewjon, but before that as well.

"What are you doing here, dalninuk?" she asked, still hugging him, looking up. Both her brothers were beastly sized, and she was not a mere head shorter than them, but several heads. It had caused her more than once to wonder about her own mother's fidelity, but she had never voiced such thoughts in front of Gerwald or Varick. She was not certain she ever would tell them, even if one day she discovered her suspicions to be true.

But there were much more important matters that had to be dealt with first. Whether the father she had grown up with was truly her father, paled in importance to knowing more about what had happened to the other Lupines in this big and cold galaxy. If she was to be permitted to learn but one of these two, the latter would win hands down.

"And if you know how to control that thing," she added, waving at the control panel, "could you gain us access to the archives?"

* Ussta dalninuk - My brother.

 

[Caid Centurion]

Objective: 1
Tags: [member="AR-G002"] | [member="Eternal Avarice"] | [member="Fiolette Yvarro"]
Location: Daisya Infiltrator Nightstalker
Post: 2

Unfortunately, the Force was of precious little use to the Sith during this phase of the operation. Without really knowing what kind of force users Trench and therefore Admiral Yahla had under their command, Caid could not risk allowing his presence to roam free as he normally did. A technique that he'd been originally taught by his first master was going to come in great handy actually infiltrating Yahla's flagship. Sure, there was a chance the Grand Admiral was on some other ship, but that would have been fairly unusual for any naval commander during an engagement.

"We're passing within point range of their weapons systems now, Your Highness."

Caid inhaled steadily before replying to the Endelaan Warriors piloting the vessel. "Just keep us beneath the formation, alter course as necessary. This will be a short trip if we drift too close to a weapons battery, flight path of a starfighter, or any of the tractor beams they may be utilizing to aid in flight operations."

The Endelaan Warriors had been steadily learning more and more about the greater galaxy as they followed Caid. Officially, they were there to keep an eye on him, but the Sith Lord did not implicitly know this to be the case. As usual, they offered no response to his instructions. They merely complied.

 

[Crocell]

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[Crocell]

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Objective: Obtain Cloning Data​

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Location: En-Route to an Abandoned Cloning Facility, Kamino (Aboard "The Dread Blade", alongside [member="Rylan Kordel"])​

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A ceaseless torrent of pouring rain pattered on the cockpit's viewport as the YT-Series Freighter streaked through low orbit. Beneath it, racing by at breakneck speed, a great ocean stretched out as far as the eye could see - lightning crackled in the clouds overhead, and visibility was terrible... The only thing giving the freighter's occupants any form of situational awareness was the ship's powerful sensor suite.​

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Far away, elsewhere on the planet, The Confederacy was heavily engaged with factions of the shattered Empire; Soldiers on both sides of the planet-wide engagement were dying at that very moment. There was a dark, claustrophobic quality to the environment... perhaps it was because of the low clouds and the violent storm which had sprung up as if conjured by sorcery, or perhaps it was the knowledge that at that moment, peace & quiet were the furthest thing on anyone's mind.​

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Ivory sat beside the ship's pilot, monitoring the Comms Frequencies for any disturbances which might indicate their destination. She was dressed in fatigues and a linen shirt, and her upper torso and waist were adorned with a battle-belt: a blaster hung at her side, and a small selection of earth-tone pouches held a selection of tools which might assist her and her companion in accomplishing their mission. Combat boots, laced high to mid-calf, covered her feet, and a cloak with accompanying hood was draped over her shoulders. Long, Raven-black hair was pulled tightly back, with the shaven sides of her skull decorated by designs drawn in ink which had been set into the skin of her scalp. Violet eyes blinked intensely at the storm raging outside, and at the storm raging within.​

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After a few moments passed, she turned toward the pilot, seated beside her in the cockpit. One hand held a single speaker to her ear, and she snapped her fingers in a gesture of triumph.​

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"I've got it." She said with a scowl.​

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Then, looking outside, she shifted forward in her seat and pointed. "There." ​

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And there it was.​

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The complex had been long-abandoned... It was highly likely that no-one had set foot within the domed structures for years. The powerful reactors still fed power into the perimeter lighting, however, and likely would continue for another few years; this made it easy to identify their target upon closer inspection.​

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"Circle us around... Let's see if we can find a place to put it down." Ivory watched as the building swept by, and then return into her view as the ship pulled high and around, coming in for a landing approach. She nodded, glancing at the pilot before standing and leaving the cockpit, heading into the rear of the ship.​

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She moved quickly, gathering a small pack of supplies and a number of other tools, plus a worn E-11 Blaster Rifle from a rack. She made sure the weapon was fully charged.​

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[member="Darth Metus"] had given her this assignment, and her companion had agreed to accompany her... Together, they would accomplish their mission and return triumphant, or they would not return at all. As instructed.​

 

[Kyle Naktis]

Post
4

LOCATION
Tipoca City, Kamino

Allies
CIS, Self

Kyle pulled himself up and got to his feet. All Kyle could think about at this point was getting into the building and finding this commander trench. Kyle turned to see the battle still raging on. Kyle checked to see if his lightsabers were still on his belt. He felt them both and started walking towards the building. Imperial troopers came running at Kyle to try and stop him. Kyle grabbed his lightsabers and activated them both. The troopers stopped and begin firing their blasters at Kyle. Kyle begin deflecting the blaster bolts making his way towards the troops. Kyle got close enough and quickly started cutting them down with his sabers, a swing to the right, a swing to the left. Within a matter of minutes all the troops lay before Kyle dead. Kyle swung his sabers around moving on walking closer to the building. Kyle then noticed death troopers rushing inside. GREAT, Kyle thought, he's heard stories about those troops, none of them good. Kyle finally reached the door and walked inside as the doors slid open. It was nice to be finally out of the rain. Kyle looked around both long hallways going to unknown locations. The room was really bright with white lights, the interior was really polished. Kyle closed his eyes and focused feeling and sensing everyone in the building with the force. He finally found commander trench. Kyle opened his eyes and turned to the right.

Kyle deactivated his lightsabers putting them on his belt, he was going to use stealth here. Kyle reached a plaza where the building opened up and noticed 2 troopers standing guard. Kyle very quietly crouched down and snuck up behind the troops. As Kyle reached them he brought out his wrist blades just as stabbed them into the back of the necks of the troopers. Kyle took the bodies one by one and stored them in a closet nearby. Good thing he found it to hide his kills. Kyle then begin to sneak down the hall getting closer and closer to commander trench. Kyle came to another plaza where Kyle stopped hidden around the corner where he peeked around and saw Stormtroopers and Death Troopers. Kyle heard the death troopers give the stormtroopers orders to kill anyone that comes through that plaza. The Death Troopers then turned and went into a room and sealed the doors behind them. Kyle then got an idea. Kyle went back to the troopers he hid in the closet and took 2 smoke bombs from them. Kyle then headed back to the plaza. Once there he prepped the smoke grenades. So much for stealth Kyle thought. Kyle tossed the two smoke grenades into the center of the plaza. Kyle waited until the plaza was filled with smoke, Kyle then jumped in and disappeared into the smoke. The sound of of two lightsabers being activated could be heard. Then two blurs of red and purple lightsabers being swung around could be seen as well as blaster bolts going everywhere. After a few moments the blaster bolts stopped and the lightsabers deactivated and the fog cleared showing Kyle standing tall with 8 dead stormtroopers, and 4 dead heavy troopers lay around him. Kyle looked around at the dead bodies around him and then turned his focus to the sealed doors in front of him.


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[Kainan Wolfe]

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Post #1​

Attn: [member="AR-G002"] | [member="Caid Centurion"] | [member="Alessandra Creed"]​

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Spoiler: Fleet Roster

• Flagship of the Armada: CNS Midnight Exigent (Dreadnought)

CAPITAL STRIKE GROUP GEONOSIS (113 Ships):

• Flagship: CNS Invictus (Invictus-class Battlecruiser)

- Star Destroyers/Battleships (40 Ships):

• 14x Adjudicator-class Star Destroyers
• 10x Recusant II-class Star Destroyers
• 8x Valiant II-class Star Destroyers
• 6x Valiant I-class Star Destroyers
• 2x Storm Wolf-class Pursuit Destroyers

- Carriers (16 Ships):

• 1x Lucrehulk II-class Battleship
• 1x Pharaoh-class Battlecarrier
• 8x Providence II-class Assault Carriers
• 6x Overseer-class Interdictor Carriers

- Cruisers (23 Ships):

• 5x Munificent-class Heavy Cruisers
• 7x Augrim-class Heavy Cruisers
• 5x Admonitor-class Light Cruisers
• 6x Mordekai-class Escort Cruisers

- Frigates (18 Ships):

• 8x Argonaut-class Carrier Frigates
• 10x Ardan II-class Flak Frigates

- Corvettes (15 Ships):

• 15x Reaper-class Corvettes

7th CARRIER ATTACK GROUP (51 Ships):

- Star Destroyers/Battleships (10 Ships):

• 4x Valiant II-class Star Destroyers
• 6x Valiant I-class Star Destroyers

​- Carriers (9 Ships):

• 8x Providence II-class Assault Carriers
• 1x Overseer-class Interdictor Carriers

- Cruisers (11 Ships):

• 5x Admonitor-class Light Cruisers
• 6x Mordekai-class Escort Cruisers

​- Frigates (13 Ships):

• 5x Argonaut-class Carrier Frigates
• 8x Ardan II-class Flak Frigates

- Corvettes (8 Ships):

• 8x Reaper-class Corvettes

16th FLEET SECTION (28 Ships):

• Flagship: CNS Nocturnal (Nocturnal-class Battlecruiser)

- Star Destroyers/Battleships (3 Ships):

• 1x Recusant II-class Star Destroyers
• 2x Valiant II-class Star Destroyers

- Carriers (2 Ships):

• 2x Providence II-class Assault Carriers

- Cruisers (11 Ships):

• 4x Spearhead-class Artillery Cruisers
• 1x Munificent-class Heavy Cruisers
• 2x Augrim-class Heavy Cruisers
• 2x Admonitor-class Light Cruisers
• 2x Mordekai-class Escort Cruisers

- Frigates (4 Ships):

• 1x Argonaut-class Carrier Frigates
• 3x Ardan II-class Flak Frigates

- Corvettes (7 Ships):

• 5x Reaper-class Corvettes
• 2x Watchman-class Corvettes

STARFIGHTERS (First Wave - 796 Fighters):

• 2x T-77 Stealth Strike Interceptor Squadrons (16 Interceptors)
• 5x RZB-12 Bomber Squadrons (60 Bombers)
• 20x I-3A Lance Fighter Squadrons (240 Fighters)
• 10x Death Glider Squadrons (120 Fighters)
• 30x Vulture Droid Squadrons (360 Droid Fighters)

• Sword Armada
  In Orbit of Kamino

The bridge of the massive confederate flagship was abuzz with activity as officers and super tactical droids relayed orders to the rest of the deadly armada that was arrayed in formation in orbit of the former imperial capital. It was an impressive sight, this armada, representative of the Confederacy's might, one of the most powerful naval contingents in the galaxy. Hundreds of thousands of spacers and countless millions of droids crewed the cold metal behemoths that were exchanging deadly fire with the imperial fleet on the other side of the killzone.

A dazzling and deadly display of color lit up the dark void of space as thousands upon thousands of turbolasers, ion cannons, torpedo launchers and hypervelocity cannons unleashed their deadly munitions, interrupted by the occasional beam of crimson fire from the massive dreadnought at the heart of the Confederate armada, as well as the battlecruiser Invictus, which were both equipped with composite beam lasers that could inflict terrible damage upon a target.

It was a battle on a scale not seen since the fall of Coruscant, two of the largest and most powerful naval forces in the galaxy exchanging fire as they engaged in the complicated and deadly dance for control of the planet below as two highly skilled skilled naval commanders engaged in a game of dejarik who's pieces were hundreds of ships and the thousands of starfighters which flitted about them like bees swarming around a hive.

It was a battle which the Confederates had been looking forward to for a very long time, the final nail in the coffin of their hated enemy, the Empire which had caused such grief to the Confederacy and its member states. For many of those onboard the ships of Sword Armada, this was personal. Many of them had served under Tacitus during the early days of the Shrouded Republic and many more had fought for the Confederacy in the numerous other battles against the Empire, all over the galaxy.

To them, this was about more than just taking down another enemy. It was revenge, plain and simple. The time has come for the Empire to pay for all of its crimes and justice would be swift and merciless.

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[Xenro]

He never balked at the posturing of those in power. The fragile nature of their positions shifted like fault lines. Governments were frail, and so were human beings. Her mirror image to his dispassion amused him greatly, however. Xenro considered the display a reflex, the sort of defense prey employed in the face of a predator.

His gaze remained firmly on what lay ahead of them. The data would filter into the Ministry of Science network quickly when accessed, their slicers saw to that. It was the research and subjects that piqued his interest. He had to see for himself just what the Imperials had done in this place.

It permeated the atmosphere around Timira, making no attempt to mask its nature. It was incapable of subtlety. That was what made it beautiful. Death on display, for all the Galaxy to witness. Xenro licked his teeth expectantly as the fully suited men (and women) filtered down the stairs around him toward the laboratories.

His skeletal fingers traced the walls as he came into the once austere halls. Shattered glass and disfigured bodies litered the floor. Xenro stepped carefully over one of them as he made his way toward the nearest room. The overturned tubes and various broken equipment called out to him.

"Asset denial," he murmured. "How quaint."

[member="Srina Talon"] [member="Anesia Jy'Vun"]

 

[Rylan Kordel]

Objective: Obtain Cloning Data

Location: En-Route to an Abandoned Cloning Facility, Kamino (Aboard "The Dread Blade", alongside [member="Ivory Stroud"])


Gazing out of the cockpit, dark eyes scanned the stormy skies and the crashing waves as they pulled in closer to their target, an old abandoned cloning facility, why it was abandoned was an unknown to the mercenary like knight, all that mattered was he was getting paid for a job. Glancing at his associate when she spoke, Rylan nodded slightly, wheeling about to land the vessel his mind wandered on the events that lead him here, he more or less volunteered when he heard the next mission was to take Kamino, but unlike any other time he'd been on these ops, he wanted a mission that wasn't in the fight. Cloning tech, was something he needed to get his hands on, at least some idea of what was needed again for his own operations.

Finding a landing pad, he brought the ship down on it and killed the engines. Walking to the back of the ship, he opened his weapons closet, and loaded himself down with a pair of blaster pistols, stowing the DL-44 at his side, the westar on his chest, then grabbed a pair of knives, a medical kit, a slicing kit, and an E-11 carbine. He moved to the ramp, lowering it down to the pad, where the sound of metal on metal came as it clanked into position, "Alright, here's hoping your intel is right. I don't want to get trapped in a fire fight with any remnant squads." he moved down the ramp, out into the pounding rain and hoisted the carbine up and scanned the area, moving towards the entrance to the facility.

 

[Ursula Vizla]

As the mandalorians got inside the facility, they found a long hallway going ever on with many open doors. Her intel said the cloning facility had what she came after, and that it had been lightly armed, as she saw when a service droid came from the end of the hallway, greeting the invaders.
“How may i be of service?”, the droid asked and Ursula knew in her heart what this was. But, she did not cared about it, moving forward and asking the droid directly, disruptor pointed at him.

“Who is guarding the facility?”, and the droid waited for a long time to reply her, showing that he was being more honest then ever.
“Four guards, four droids, over at the control room. Other areas of the facility are unguarded and unlocked due to the attack on that planet.”, it was probably true. Since CIS were attacking the strongest facility to bend them over and unite them under their banner, she had no doubts about it, the main forces were over at the tyrants side, not in here. Vizla grabbed the droid by its neck, bringing it closer to her disruptor, finger in the trigger, the girl kindly asked.

“Where is the vault?”, and the droid seemed confused, really confused, “Not the DNA vault. The data vault.”, a precious place, were all the cloning masters keep their knowledge, and with that the mechanized voice replied calmly.
“Under level 41”, which made Ursula press the trigger, blowing his head up, letting go of his empty body and walking slowly down the hallway, they would take the stairs to go there, like hell she would go to the levels beneath the ocean in a pressurized metal crap like a elevator. One click by the wrong hands, and it was so long and goodbye.

 

[Crocell]

Objective: Obtain Cloning Data

Location: Abandoned Cloning Facility, Kamino (Alongside Rylan Kordel)

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Ivory agreed but said nothing, moving down the ramp alongside Rylan.​

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As they neared the main entrance to the old facility, Ivory had to hold her hood in place to keep it from flying off her head - the wind and rain were buffeting them, and she had to catch herself a small number of times to keep from falling to her knees from an occasional powerful gust of wind. They soon found themselves in the relative protection of a small overhang which protected the entry.. Here, the wind and rain was not so terrible.​

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"Remnants, not likely... but who knows what's in here?" ​

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The raven-haired vixen fished out a small pad with a single screen and two wires extending from it; working quickly, she popped off a small access plate and took a moment to connect the wires, touching the screen to activate the key.​

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*Click... Thud*​

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The doors unlocked, and Ivory cast a glance at her companion. Rain dripped down her face, but her eyes were alight with excitement. "Don't tell me this doesn't get you excited, killer. I live for this!"​

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"After you." She said, stowing her gear and readying her carbine.​

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The hallway they entered was poorly lit, but seemed clean; there was little dust in the air, but the air did feel warm & humid. "Something's open to the outside air..." She muttered as they walked down the lonely corridor.​

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She allowed the bigger man to take point, while she remained only a step behind him; every few moments, she would turn around to check that dark forces weren't lurking to coldcock them from behind. They picked their way toward two large rooms, each lit by emergency lighting only and full of shadows. The quiet began to grow oppressive... If one strained to hear, they might pick up a soft hum as the steady pattern of rainfall continued outside, but otherwise, there seemed to be little activity. There hadn't been any great rush to evacuate from this particular compound and few things appeared to be out of place...​

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"It seems like everyone just... vanished into thin air... Like they're coming back any second." Ivory said, the volume of her voice subconciusly lowering to avoid breaking the strange sacred quality to the air, "I'm waiting for someone to walk out and ask us what we're doing here." ​

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Ivory navigated the hallways & staircases as-if she'd memorized the schematics for the building... (which, unknown to Rylan, she had).​

She began to draw him deeper into the bowels of the complex, their path always seeming to wind downward - deeper underground, deeper beneath the waves, deeper into darkness. In some areas, there were a number of lights which had ceased working altogether, and Ivory considered using the flashlight attached to her harness, but decided not. On a whim, Ivory stopped their slow & cautious march.​

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"Wait." She hissed, snatching Rylan's attention immediately. The woman then unslung her pack and produced a number of small plastic sticks; each about as long as Rylan's forefinger. She cracked one, and the tiny piece of plastic began to slow a bright phosphorescent green; the quality of the light was enough to bathe her in emerald light, and she tossed the Illum-Stick into the last hallway they'd passed, marking the path back to their ship and freedom.​

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"Just in case." She said, offering a handful toward the Warrior. She kept more for herself.​

 

[Rylan Kordel]

Objective: Obtain Cloning Data

Location: Abandoned Cloning Facility, Kamino (Alongside [member="Ivory Stroud"])


The pounding rain reminded him of so many other missions he'd under took, or rather former incarnations of the mercenary had taken, he actually enjoyed the coolness of the wind and rain, moving through it almost as if it it had no effect on his form. When they reached the door and Ivory had begun her first task of many, Rylan kept his blaster trained on their six, making sure nothing could sneak up, he only grunted softly in response to her comment about how anything could be here.

"Wait till the shooting starts, then I'll get excited."

When the door came open, and she offered him to go first he swung round and stepped through the breach, scanning and checking every nook he could, he had no plans of dying on this operation.

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As time and levels of the facility passed them by, Rylan continued the same routine of checking every where they passed, but even he could admit that something was off about what was happening here, it was too... clean. If someone was here, it had looked like they had literally just been here, but the eeriness, the sound, the smell, all gave way to the fact it had been quite sometime, but what could be here in the growing darkness? When Ivory had offered him some of the sticks, he didn't bother to take any, he rather keep his hands on the blaster, and focus on whatever was here, no time for playing with glow sticks when you may need to shoot your way out of a situation.

 

[Kyle Naktis]

Post
5

LOCATION
Tipoca City, Kamino

Allies
CIS, Self

Kyle stabbed his lightsabers into the door cutting a hole into them. Just as Kyle was finished cutting the hole, 5 death troopers started blasting at the fresh hole in the door. Kyle stepping into the hole defecting blaster bolts like crazy. Kyle noticed commander trench cowering behind his desk as he continued to deflect laser blast bolts. Kyle got close enough to kill two death troopers, one to his left and one to his right. Big mistake on Kyle's part as Kyle was left open for attack as he swung to his left and right killing the death troopers. Kyle took a blaster bolt to the right lower abdomen. Kyle clenched over then channelled the pain into rage using the darkside. He leaped forward so quick he was like a blur decapitating another death trooper then quickly spinning around killing another death trooper by cutting him in half. Kyle turned to the last death trooper as the other death troopers two halves collapsed to the floor. The last death trooper went to raise his blaster as Kyle quickly deactivated his lightsabers and put them on his belt then reached out to the force and started lifting the trooper up with Kyle's palm open. Kyle slowly begin closing his fist, as he did bones could be heard crushing as the death trooper screamed in agonizing pain. Kyle fully closed his fist and one last snap was heard then the death trooper went limp, dead. Kyle let go of the trooper and his body collapsed with a thud.

Kyle turned to commander trench. Kyle reached over the desk grabbing trench's clothes and yanked him over the desk and threw trench into a wall. Trench fell to the floor with a thud. Kyle walked to trench and stood over him and begin punching trench in the face, one right hook after another until trench's face was swollen, bloody, and bruised. Trench spit up blood talking to Kyle. It doesn't matter, kill me now, fool, you can't kill the Galactic Empire, you can't stop us, Luke Skywalker tried 850 years ago, he failed, Cade Skywalker tried by killing Darth Krayt. They all have failed, you can't stop us. Kyle paced listening to Commander Trench's words pondering them. Once Trench was finished talking, Kyle lowered his Hood and looked directly into Trench's eyes. Kyle crouched over Trench and released his right hidden wrist blade and stabbed it into Trench's gut and twisted it around making the stab hole deep and wide. Kyle then retracted his wrist blade and got close to Trench's face. The difference between those....skywalkers, and me, is.....I'm not them. Kyle spoke quietly to Trench. Kyle stood up and took a few steps back. Kyle spoke again. Don't you get it, I don't care to stop the galactic Empire, I'm an assassin, The confediracy wanted you killed, so I came here and do what I do best, I assassinated you. Your mere seconds from death, my job is complete. Trench sputtered more blood up. Well boo on you, you got your target big man, but my death won't end the Empire, we will live on......Trench took his last breath and finally died. Kyle shook his head. I told you, I don't care to stop the Empire. Kyle bent down and closed Trenches eyes staring at Trenches Dead body.

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