Dominion Wrath of Legion || SO Dominion of Seswenna

[Aspect of Defiance]

Following the recent devastation of Galactic Alliance fleets over Sluis Van, the Sith Order shifts its sinister gaze to the unsuspecting world of Seswenna. Long ago, Seswenna’s shipyards and resources aided in the construction of the fearsome machinery associated with Palpatine’s Imperial Galactic Empire; from superweapons to capital ships. Now, these critical industries are ripe for a new era of command. Beneath the Order’s influence, Seswenna represents a crucial stepping stone towards the completion of the Empire’s Second Legion—a fleet designed to secure Sith dominance in the Outer Rim, and strike fear into the hearts of galactic powers. With limited resources and the Emperor’s ambitions running unchecked, the Sith Order has set its sights on harnessing Seswenna’s workforce for their own means. This conquest is paramount. The success of the Order’s Second Legion—and the expansion of its Empire—depends on it.

Commanding a fleet with restraint is no easy task for a war fleet, especially when under fire. Above Seswenna’s hazy green atmosphere, the Planetary Rim Shipyards hover—the prize waiting to be claimed by an Empire stretched thin.​

<<Reports suggest these shipyards are equipped with several defensive squadrons and mid-range turbolaser batteries, but lack full naval reinforcement. We have been given strict orders to take control of these shipyards intact, so that’s what we’ll do. A decisive, swift, and precise strike should silence them before they can put up any real fight. As such, breaching their defenses without damaging the facilities will be paramount in this endeavor. Squadrons, I want to see coordination out there. The Legion must end any resistance quickly in order to prevent reinforcements from nearby systems interrupting our operations here. Hit them quick, hit them hard, and be home for dinner. You have your orders…>>

Upon breaking through Seswenna’s planetary defenses, Imperial ground forces must storm the massive shipyard complexes and data vaults scattered across the planet’s surface.​

<<Inside, remnants of Palpatine’s most sadistic and fearsome research remain, saved to datacores in highly secure facilities; superweapon blueprints, lommite caches, as well as details on supply networks and back-road hyperlanes running to-and-from Seswenna’s neighbor, Eriadu. Our orders are two fold. First, we seize control of these facilities and overwhelm their petty defenses with force. Second, we ensure that Seswenna’s workers recognize the elevated expectations of their new masters, and are thus adequately… convinced to work in alignment with the new demands of our Order. Use whatever means necessary to ensure their compliance. That is all, you have your orders.>>

Jedi Shadows are rumored to be stirring up resistance, inciting and arming rebel cells throughout Seswenna’s capital. Your orders?​

<<Root out all forms of rebellion on the planet’s capital city, imprison the families of key workers, and annihilate any remaining opposition. Every captured family, every struck-down rebel serves as a reminder of the Empire’s enduring mercy. We are not above second chances for those willing to serve. Smoke out any Jedi and make examples of them. They can’t help but pretend to play the part of heroes. You have your orders.>>

 

[Gerwald Lechner]

WEARING: xxx
WEAPONS: Ferrum Solus | Blodmåne | Strømafbryder
SHIP: Úlfs Reiði
TAG: Kaila Irons | Oleander Webb | John Locke | Open

The time had come for the Dread Wolf to do exactly as he had said he would do. His intentions on the Second Legion had been clear from the moment Darth Empyrean commanded the completion of it was paramount. There were others who thought it would be stalled or delayed because of the losses which had been realized over Sulis Van and Echnos City. Instead, Gerwald looked to those worlds to do what others considered impossible.

He played to the ideas which came from Kaila Irons . The new position granted her put her in a position to not only enact reform on the worlds which would benefit the Wolf’s plans, but it made her malleable due to her eagerness to please. It was something which Gerwald exploited. Their interests aligned for the moment, and he would build his Second Legion on the backs of those relatively unknown to the Sith Order if he had to. In fact, it would be those who would rally to his cause. The kind who had nothing to lose and everything to gain.

The bridge of the starship hums with activity, the soft whirr of advanced technology filling the air. Its walls are lined with sleek panels of light and polished alloys, each station occupied by a member of the crew carrying out their duties with practiced precision. Off to the right side of the bridge was the ready room where Gerwald sat with Kaila Irons , Oleander Webb, and John Locke . Two of them Gerwald had known for much longer. Kaila was the newcomer in every way as far as the Dread Wolf was concerned, though she had also earned her set at the table.

A whiskey set rests on the table, a collection of finely crafted glassware and polished silver, each piece exuding a sense of quiet luxury. A decanter holds amber liquid that glows softly against the warm wood of the surface. The scent of the whiskey is rich and deep. Next to it, a simple reminder of the night he first danced with Naedira Darcrath , sat a fruity cocktail. Anyone could drink it if they wished. It was a small thing which held deep meaning.

Outside of the ship, the fleet had already begun engaging the shipyard’s weaker defense force. This was not a matter of who would be victorious, but how long it would take for the Sith to penetrate the meager attempt to protect what they had come to claim. His eyes shifted from the battle outside to the man Gerwald had not seen in some time.

“Tell the rest of them what you were telling me earlier Mr. Locke, your plans for the shipyards here.”

He grinned and took a sip of his whiskey. There would be more to discuss, how the Second Legion would function chief among them. All of it rested on the staging grounds for the push into former RTL space, which was starting with Seswenna.

 

[Kaila Irons]

It was certainly true that Kaila Irons had allowed herself to be used by Dark Councilor Gerwald Lechner . But it was, as all her decisions had ever been, a calculated move. She had repeatedly demonstrated her reliability for producing results and the effectiveness of her plans in a time of war under the careful rule of an Emperor and Empress who desired not the petty politics of sith nor the bureaucracy of statesmen, but consistent, raw efficiency.

Lord Lechner may not have realized this yet, but the "youngest darth" as The Empress affectionately called her, had gotten exactly what she wanted from this arrangement since their last meeting.

He had been the catalyst through which she could demonstrate her capabilities, but her audience had been men of even grander power, and she had caught their eyes according to and even exceeding her own calculations.

She sat across from him dressed in the new uniform of The Omnitiate. A red-lined cloak was draped over her shoulders, bearing the imperial sigil carefully sewn in so that they always flanked her body upon the upper arm no matter what position she took. Newly polished armor bore the mark of the Holy Inquisition emblazoned in blood red about her chest, the sleek black plating of reflec coated duraplast darker than even the finely ironed uniform she wore beneath.

Kaila Irons had allowed herself to be used, but High Inquisitor Darth Anathemous had risen for it in half the time of her peers.

For the first time in her life, she commanded sith who once spat at her passing when they believed she was not looking. She ruled an entire world, took an apprentice of her own, And commanded troopers who would live and die at her side or by her very command. The Emperor himself had summoned her in secret without even the Dark Council's knowledge to trade in secrets and plots that not even Darth Carnifex was privy to. He and Srina Talon had given her an inch to prove herself capable and she had taken miles.

She would be forever thankful for that opportunity, and she would use it well.

“Tell the rest of them what you were telling me earlier Mr. Locke, your plans for the shipyards here.”

And with a quiet air of authority befitting her new station, The High Inquisitor turned her masked gaze upon John Locke , the subtle red tint of her visor symbolic of The Inquisition's ever present eye, her steepled fingers however indicative of her insatiable curiosity, always eager for new information simply for knowledge sake. She was her master's first choice for this role after all, and wisely so.



Gerwald Lechner | John Locke | Oleander Webb | Open

 

[Oleander Webb]

WEARING: X
WIELDING: X | X
TAG: Gerwald Lechner | Kaila Irons | John Locke

Death's pale gaze squinted against the ship's florescents, the artificial light bearing down on his lounging position in the ready room than it would've standing on the bridge. A dark spot amongst tables and chairs, he sat adjacent to the Wolf, boots propped up against a neighboring chair in a mockery of relaxation. An unpracticed eye might even suggest the embodiment of death was on the verge of dozing.

It was a tempting notion, to sleep whilst those in the thick of their machinations carried on with their plotting. He'd bet a good chunk of credits the Wolf hadn't summoned him for his brain, after all. Death was merely a set piece at least until the true action began.

Nevertheless, the Anzat's keen senses took in the other two in his employer's (master's?) company. He hadn't had the pleasure of formally meeting John Locke , only having existed adjacently of each other. That was more than what could be said for Kaila Irons . He could practically smell the polish that coated her armor, a true newcomer if ever there was one. Curious, indeed.

His head tilted a fraction towards John to indicate the businessman had his attention. A slight wave of his hand saw a glass rise from its resting position, the decanter pouring some of the amber liquid before the glass found itself within Death's cold grip. He gave the liquid a sniff, nose scrunching a fraction as he further settled into his chairs.

 

[Tamsin Graves]

Theme: Blood Red Roses
Equipment: GL-13 blaster | Combat Knife | Multi-Tool
Tags: Open

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A diminutive figure moved through the streets, her steps picking up pace as she gave chase, a figure in a white cloak just ahead of her. Yet the faster she ran the figure seemed to stay ahead of her weaving through the crowds with smooth ease. While Tamsin seemed to clumsily bump into every single pedestrian she came across. Yet she never lost sight of the figure in white, her eyes always able to pick the exact direction the figure was fleeing in.

Her mind raced, who was this person, why were they running from her. She couldn't even remember how she got here exactly. All she really knew was she had to catch this person yet could never get close enough. She found herself then in a dark ally way of this city and at the very end of it stood a figure in white. All white, even the face mask they wore was white with an expressionless face painted on it.

She saw the eyes through the slit of the mask on the face, a glow of fiery orange glowed out where the eyes should be. A white gloved hand with the index finger up, reached up to the lips of the as if to hush Tamsin before it turned a corner down another alley. Tamsin gave chase again, she slowly felt the breath from her lungs leaving her and exhaustion falling over her as she reached the corner, the figure in white had turned.

She caught just a glimpse of a white cloak going through a doorway. Inside her hands were covered in blood, she stared at them as she looked down at the figure in white now covered in crimson on the ground before her. She stared at the expressionless mask now crimson, her eyes wide in horror. Then the once white mask now crimson spoke to her.

"Today your soul will be stained with the blood rebels. It is your baptism and your rite of passage."



Tamsin's eyes fluttered open then, it took a moment for them to adjust to the light. She sat cross legged on a bench in the city square. Her breath returned to normal pace as she looked around at people passing by in the streets. She scanned the area looking for familiarity from the vision she had. A bloodletting was coming to this place she could feel the cold dampness of it in her bones.

She took a deep breath and pushed herself out of her meditative position into a standing one. She could have gone to the shipyards above the planet with Kaila Irons but something called her to the planets surface and to this city.

 

[Darth Moskvin]

"Horrors, I believe, should be original--the use of common myths and legends being a weakening influence."
- H.P. Lovecraft -


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Weapons: Lightsabers
Accessories: Talisman I Ring I Trinket I Magical Gems
Companion: Archimedes
Tags: Open​

The once catatonic facilities on Seswenna had laid unmolested by prying hands for time immoral. Deep within the bowels of the intestinal intricates laid secrets once thought lost, secrets containing hideous formulas and the ideas of a maniacal dictator, whose concepts if birthed and allowed to grow to maturity would bring a cosmic horror upon the galaxy. Though as history as undoubtedly continues to repeat its strung-out sense of comedy; no secret remains hidden forever; and the once sleeping giant with filled bellies of rotten goodies is suddenly awaken by the ripping claws of the Sith, whose focus is to slash the nucleus and spill forth the secrets like viscera on a clean polished floor.

The defenders of the facility, forced into action from strafing aerial assaults and ground poundings by the machines of war, react like scared pocket-sized children; as if the proverbial boogeyman final reveals himself by slinking with caustic breath from underneath their warm beds to drag them deep into the blackened abyss. The Sith had arrived! Without remorse, and the lack of fear coursing through their collective cold veins, the Sith juggernaut attacked relentlessly, destroying and devastating all in its path, as bodies lay broken and strewn, limbs and torsos dotting the landscape like a work of macabre art. But the facility itself was to be partially unharmed.

Whilst the whole of the facility was under siege by phantoms, the research labs was the main focus; to retrieve data and any research related materials; and to seduce the scientists to a worthy cause. From the main group, a small force had split, and it was I, Darth Moskvin, that would lead these living shambles of flesh through the labs and bring back to the Sith what their scientists salivated over since the operation was still in the infancy stages of planning. Though, I will honestly admit, that not all the data would reach their greedy little paws, a girl needs her rewards too.

Out in front of the small band of bodies, and overhead the aerial crafts providing coverage, I charged toward the mounting defenses on the left. By the intelligent reports, a small flow out system was situated like a cancerous sore on the side of the facility, easily accessible through removal of a grate. It was there we would plunge into the building, fighting our way to the labs, and finally force the scientist to succumb to reason. The scientists were not to be harmed, if possible, but anyone not wearing the garments of those educated cretins would meet an inhumane demise. To ensure our route was properly charted, I sent Archie, my trusty little fowl, to perch himself in a position to keep his black, beady eyes on our goal. But first, we needed to breach the defenses before impregnating the research labs.

 

[Darth Caedes]

<<The Tuk'ata hunting pairs teach us the import of deception; let the enemy fixate on what you show them, and their back will be yours.>>
—Darth Caedes, ruminations...​

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Outer Rim Territories ​

Seswenna Sector ​

Imperial Shipyards​

Tags— Elmindra Xitaar | Madrona A’Mia | Gavin Vel | Naamino Zuukamano | Maiza Vex | Rayth | Kivah | Chasianna | The Scion | Lyssara Thrynn ​

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Darth Caedes stood tall on the bridge of Locum Pacis, hands clasped behind him, his black and gold-stitched robes casting shadows across the Flagship's dimly lit, cold stone floor. Nearby, Admiral Elmindra Xitaar studied the tactical display, marking adjustments to their approach vector and silently coordinating with sensor teams. Through the viewing panels ahead of them, the shipyards of Seswenna floated quietly over the misted greens and blues of the planet below. He frowned, momentarily amused by somewhat darker ideations. The silence of Seswenna space, that relative calmness which seemed to steep everything in the deception of peace, belied the sudden violence that would soon consume this world.

Half capital ship and half monument to the dark side, the Locum Pacis was as much a sorcerous temple as a weapon of war. Large enough to eclipse the Order's greatest Star Destroyers and Battlecruisers, its most distinctive feature was a shattered halo of massive, starship-sized crystals which hung suspended around the ship, slowly shifting, slowly orbiting. These crystals, maneuvered through a combination of dedicated tractor beams, magick rituals, and active onboard Force use, served well both as shield and weapon—capable of bludgeoning and devastating enemy ships or creating nearly impenetrable walls for stealth and defense. Furthermore, the ship's already formidable array of traditional and exotic weaponry had been enhanced further by magick, making the Locum Pacis an unpredictable and terrifying presence in any battle, and the magnum opus of Korriban's own Bogan Fleet Systems.

Around him, a score of dark-robed Sith sorcerers, called the Veilshapers, moved in a slow, ritualistic dance, circling in deliberate patterns along the arcane symbols etched into the bridge's floor. Each line and curve, each pulsating glyph and arcane symbol, connected them to the massive halo of crystals orbiting the ship. With each synchronized motion, they linked their powers to the collective and summoned the Force, shifting the crystal halo according to Caedes' designs.

"Lock our position," he intoned, voice cutting through the quiet chanting of the robed ritualists.​

"Adjust to match shipyard drift and go dark. Empower the yaret-kor and move to full combat readiness. Officers, at your stations. All power to sensors and shields. I want us alert and ready for any surprises. Notify Madrona A’Mia that all preparations are complete. She's to stand by and await our signal for launch." ​

Already he could feel the subtle shift-hiss of the flagship's systems underfoot, in the walls around him, powerful engines adjusting to match new movement vectors.

"Veilshapers, shield wall formation. Our approach will be a silent one. I want them focused on Gerwald Lechner and the Úlfs Reiði."​

Around him, seamlessly attuned to the will of their King by merit of the ritual's link, the Veilshapers moved with practiced and synchronistic precision, their hands rising and weaving like dancers in a trance; calling upon the dark side together, dragging the crystals into place.

As one, the halo of crystals shifted, a wall of reflective shards sweeping into place and bending light and sensor beams 'round the ship. To the Seswenna defenders, Locum Pacis would seem no more than an anomaly in the void—a slight ripple against the stars. Behind him, his officers confirmed that all prepared landing parties were ready for launch, their transports poised to slip from the shelter of the crystals, past Seswenna's defenses, and into the unsuspecting world below, where they would raid the planet's data vaults and pillage its most sinister secrets for personal use. Inside, Sith warriors, troopers, and Kor'ethyr acolytes prepared to be unleashed as a scourge upon Seswenna. Turning to face Elmindra, he nodded his own readiness, lips forming a knife's edge grin which failed to reach his eyes.

"Admiral, you have the bridge. Take Seswenna's secrets and make them ours."​

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[Raphael Gallustrade]

Seswenna. It didn't seem to hold a great deal of strategic importance, in the grand scheme of things and yet the Sith Order had come, bearing down their might. Raphael couldn't quite understand it, as he looked out over the crowd, running around in the capital city prepping defenses. While he'd come on this mission, he'd been given a slightly different task. Unlike the shadows fully arming people, whose identities he didn't really know, he was here under the guise of a smuggler and mercenary, protecting the Jedi.

His helmet hid his and otherwise he was in a rather basic coat, with his new force imbued blade on his hip and lightsaber, as usual, within his coat. Meanwhile, he already knew what to do, if their positions were horribly overrun, which he'd been told was a distinct possibility.

If that happened, he'd stored his personal starfighter a few clicks out of the city and he'd head there, as he'd been instructed. His ship was... exceedingly fast, when it got into interceptor mode, and that was where he'd go and where it would stay, until his jump. He didn't think that they'd be expecting a break out. Admittedly, Raphael hoped that no sith showed up near them.

Truthfully, he didn't like the thought of these people being armed, in general. It was a poor plan What resistance these people put up, the sith would crush, and smash and kill. But the Jedi Order had decided to send these shadows, also potentially to their deaths, to arm these people. They wanted to fight. Raphael couldn't and wouldn't stop them, but he knew... how this would end...

Still, of all things, Raphael knew to do his duty. He'd stand here, he'd fight those that came to him, if it was needed. He raised his commlink.

"How're things going in there? The last of the shipment unloaded, for the people?"

There was a long period of silence and he sighed, lowering his commlink. He knew that the darkness was coming for them. It was only a matter of time. He took a breath. He'd have to be ready.

Phaelissia

 

[Fiolette Yvarro]

Outer Rim Territories
Seswenna Sector
Long Range - Imperial Shipyards

Fiolette watched from the bridge of the Rae Sloane, aboard with her Rowyna Galeway the Sloane sat at long range distance observing the arroganty built Locum Pacis. She nursed a cup of tea from her seat aboard the bridge. Her jaw tightened as she looked at the ship from the viewport. To her knowledge Taeli Raaf and her Aurora Industries supplied Bogan Fleet Systems with weapons. Fiolette wanted to know more about it, what made it tick, and what were the provberial chinks in the armor. Rowyna, daughter of Fiolette's old protege Kit Galeway was situated in the executive officer's chair. The Sloane would have been too large to go unnoticed by anyone paying attention, except it sat in its rarely utilized stealth mode.

As it stood Fiolette was at a disadvantage when it came to the Locum Pacis. She wouldn't stand for it, there had to be a contingency, just like she knew to study Empyrean and Carnifex's ships, so too would this be studied. In case anyone decided to go 'rogue' as it were, then she would take it upon herself to eliminate them lest they end up with another civil war. The Imperial Shipyards were undoubtedly favorable for the Sith to get their hands on. She also knew with the way the Sith Order was fractured getting the ships to anywhere, Jutrand, or anywhere else it'd have to go through areas that could easily be taken.

"Mr. Bloodborn," Fiolette called out steadily, as she set her cup of tea down, "I'm sending you, and you alone to get close to this ship, this new one here, it isn't built like any of Carnifex's or Empyrean's ships." Having lived as long as she had, and having served for Carnifex, Fiolette knew their styles the way they preferred to build; more Carnifex than Empyrean, however this new ship she had only reallly heard about through rumors and of course her own wife. "Ms. Galeway, we may have a guest aboard the ship soon, please be sure we are prepared for her arrival." If anyone wanted to get eyes on this beast, it would likely be someone with an "in" with the Galactic Alliance.

Her goal today was simple, sit, observe, and report.

Kurayami Bloodborn | Allyson Locke

 

[Madrona A’Mia]

Seswenna Sector​

An eerie calm had overcome the tall neti in the hours leading up to this moment. Ever strange, always an eerie presence when compared to more socially well adjusted people, A'Mia was particularly unnerving on the last standard day before their arrival at Seswenna for any who were unfamiliar with her.

The Sith Shadow had of course prepared for the journey, knowing that a select group of Kor'ethyr's students would be in her care. This was critically important to her because of course the King would be gravely disappointed if any of their lives were needlessly wasted. It was one thing of course for some to be culled by natural selection, weak seedlings died neath the might of stronger roots which choked them out. But she must be cautious in where the line was drawn between acceptable losses versus negligence on her part.

So A'Mia had spend some days before the voyage packing plenty of remedies for battle weary minds and bodies, then spent the voyage gathering individualized data about her charges. As they approached the place these students would be tested however, she began to withdraw- delving inward and in consultation with something unseen. Perhaps with the Force itself. Before so doing, the neti had cheerily told the student platoon that they should be battle ready at a moments notice and let the implication of "or else" hang in the air.

So Caedes' message to await signal from Locus Pacis was received by A'Mia from within her odd state of reverie. It caused her to stir, students nearby would hear her limbs creak. For this mission she'd taken on impressive reserves- growing her form to twice that of the size she typically was, ensuring she would have the necessary energy to protect those in her charge from the most grievous of injuries. The neti stood, stooping somewhat within the confines of their drop ship, and made to collect the attention of her strange flock.

"You have all chosen to seize this opportunity to prove yourselves worthy of continued education, each of you seeks something here today which will define you and your future role within the Sith Order."

She paused, her voice strangely creaky and rough to match the changes that her form had undergone. Her pupil-less eyes scanned them all, not lingering overlong on any one in particular but somehow making each of them feel as if she was gazing at something inside of them.

"Moments from now we will enter orbit, from there we let down just outside the largest data vault. Do not let their paltry defenses lure you into a false sense of security. Wounded and fearful creatures tend to put up the most fearsome fights. And should you succeed in securing the vault, remember that we are here to ensure compliance from those yet living. I will not aid you in the battle to come, but I'll be there for the aftermath and to oversee that final objective."

Her head suddenly snapped up, gaze trailing into the middle distance as if she was hearing something. Then at a wordless signal the navigation droids whirred into action. Their drop ship started to rattle faintly with the signs of nearing atmospheric resistance and the Neti ended her thoughts with:

"May the Force steady your hands for this work that needs doing.”


Tags: Gavin Vel Maiza Vex Adean Castor Lyssara Thrynn Kivah and any other Sith students who wish to join.

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[Lyssara Thrynn]

Somewhere aboard the Seswenna sector...

I'm aboard a large ship, it's been a while since I joined the academy and started my training with instructors here and there. I've learned the basics of the Force and picked up a few powers to aid me in my quest. So, with a little more equipment, also provided by the academy, I stand among the other students for this mission. I look at the healer with my usual cold, nonchalant gaze.

She really gave her all for this operation, and it shows. The tension is palpable in the room. Well, for me, it's my first major mission since my arrival, and I'm determined to show them what I'm capable of. I'm holding onto a ceiling strap with my right hand to keep from falling while the ship maneuvers its descent towards the location we're supposed to recover.

As the healer delivers her speech, presumably to encourage the troops, I check my equipment provided by the academy. Of course, I have my own blaster, but I also have a phrik knife, a grappling hook, a comlink, and my infiltration suit. I also have a nutrition tube in case I want a little snack during the mission.
She talks about how we've seized this opportunity to grow and enrich ourselves personally, which I like. Then she gives a rundown on the negligible security we'll face and the danger of the desperate creatures present. Yeah, I know what I'm talking about—I'm one of those desperate creatures. On that point, she's right.

Once my gear is checked and ready for the mission, I hear her say something about the Force. The work must be done. Okay, I note that. My smile widens. I step forward after we've landed and look at the healer with my piercing, cold eyes.

"I don't want to disappoint our king. With that, my dear. May the Force keep us, I guess..."

With a slight bow of my head, once the ramp is open, I exit the ship and begin to approach the vault. I activate my comlink in case anyone wants to communicate any information or if I need to send something out. I think I've spotted a relatively discreet entry point, so I prefer to go in directly. I head towards a path on the side. Walking with a cautious step, I now extend my senses for danger and stay focused on the mission ahead. I head straight for the vault. Along the way I take the opportunity to take out my datapad and consult the maps of the area in order to familiarize myself with the topography of the place we must invade.

I memorize as much as I can, then I end up putting my datapad away, with the information in mind that I want, I know where I'm going to go, now there's no doubt about it. Some will probably prefer a frontal assault, I would take a more discreet route to the side, that suits me well. I'm going to get to work now.

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