[b][u]Rakata Prime[/u][/b] Scelus watched the man approach from his private terminal like a hawk watching its prey. The was adorned in armor that looked as if it would be better suited for a Turian rather than a human. When the Dark Jedi at the gates stopped him and asked for his weaponry, the man complied with no argument or disagreement at all; Scelus narrowed his eyes at this. How odd for someone covered in armor, who appeared to be a warrior, to relinquish their weapon so easily. AS the Miralukan Gate Guard escorted the visitor to the first floor archives, Scelus switched his view from camera to camera and continued watching the man, studying him as much as he could until the guard brought Scelus the man’s weapon. Slipping his mask back on, the Sith Lord rose to his feet and opened the door to receive the weapon and then wave the guard off. Once the guard was gone, Scelus turned back to the view screen of his terminal to watch the man sitting in the archives while examining his weapon. The thing was made of cortosis so as to withstand a lightsaber blow and to combat those who carried such weapons. The weapon also collapsed into a gun to offer versatility as well as minimize what the man had to carry into the field. The weapon told Scelus quite a bit about the man; he was clearly a warrior who anticipated fighting lightsaber-wielders and needed the versatility of having one weapon switch between gun and sword. Strange, how very strange. The man could possibly be a bounty hunter of some sort, but what would a simple bounty hunter want by coming clear to Lehon to talk to one of the Tribunal Members? No, the man was much more important and much smarter than any simple bounty hunter. Scelus clipped the weapon to his own belt on the side unoccupied by his curved-hilt lightsaber and made his way to the archives. He came to the archives to find the man waiting patiently for him. Scelus walked into the archives and up to the table the stranger was seated at and stood across the table from him. “Darth Scelus, I presume?” “Yes, I am Darth Scelus. And you are?” ------------------------------- [u][b]Ilum[/u][/b] Krios looked to Rozalia as she asked her question. Kriso thought for a moment before answering her. The entire group around him were assembled based upon tracking, stealth, espionage, and infiltration abilities. The Grand Master said they were to be a “Special Operations Task Force”. The jobs to come along with that title were hard to predict, as hey could be sent on almost any mission, but Krios thought that the Task Force was more likely to be sent on missions t sabotage and infiltrate the Sith’s bases on Csilla. After pondering on this for a few moments, Krios answered Rozalia. “The exact nature of missions is hard to predict, but I believe we will be sent on missions to infiltrate, sabotage, and even destroy the Sith’s bases as well as their armaments on Csilla.” With that, Krios followed the rest of the Task Force on to the transport ship that would take them to Csilla. Krios settled himself and meditated for the majority of the journey, opening himself to the Force and calming his uneasy mind. The war would be a long and brutal one with the Jedi and Sith factions fighting to eradicate the other. He just hoped he would be one of the Jedi to survive the war and see the Sith wiped out. The trip was a short one, and soon enough the transport was landing at a Jedi base on Csilla. Krios was the last off the ship, having gotten rather annoyed that the weather on Csilla was no better than the weather on Ilum. Luckily, he had a heat suit on, so that he would not freeze to death on this ice ball of a planet. The Task Force was led to a briefing room once they arrived; there were three Jedi Generals waiting for them when they entered the room. Once the Task Force was seated, the Generals greeted them and began the briefing the group of their first mission on Csilla. A female Nautolan stepped forward and began to speak. “Hello, my friends. I hope your journey was good? I am sorry that you have been sent to this wretched battlefield, but we need individuals with your abilities if we are to even attempt to get the upperhand over the Sith army. Our last engagement with them ended in most of our forces as well as theirs being buried in an avalanche caused by a bombing run ordered by their side. What we need a Task Force such as you for is so we can infiltrate their bases and sabotage their armaments to cripple them and gain as much information on them as possible. Now then, on to your first assignment: you all will be sent to the Sith base located at the top of one of the mountains. You will be dropped near the peak they inhabit and will climb up to the base, infiltrate it and then locate Jedi Master Greon and his Padawan. Any question?” --------------------- [u][b]Malastare[/b][/u] Corrin nodded to his new captain and the Wookiee, which seemed to be examining him. This made Corrin a bit uncomfortable, as he didn’t like someone trying to examine him or dig too much into his past, but of course this could all just be in his head due to his paranoia of others. The captain made some sort of apology that Corrin missed most of because of his racing thoughts about the Wookiee seeming to examine him. He played it off as if he heard though, hoping it wasn’t something about a bunk not being available for him and he would have to sleep with the Wookiee. “No problem, Captain.” Once the pleasantries were over with, Corrin followed the pair on to the ship and allowed himself to be led through the halls of the ship and to an empty bedroom. A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he saw he would indeed have his own room and would not have to sleep with the judgemental Wookiee. After thanking the captain and the Wookiee for the tour and leading him to his room, Corrin set to unpacking and settling in to his new surroundings. He sat at his terminal and scanned the extranet yet again, hacking into military files about battles going on on distant worlds for control of important hyperspace routes. He found the information boring, but necessary to his, and now his fellow crew members’, survival. As long as he stayed on top of the information coming in about the war, he could make sure they never ran into any Republic or even Rebellion fleets or battles between the two. With a sigh and the popping and cracking of bones, Corrin fell back on to his bed to rest. ------------------------------- [u][b]Eriadu[/b][/u] The battle for control of Eriadu raged on in space and on the planet itself, and the rebels were being cut down in the open by the Republic’s power suits. The rebels managed to take them out once in a while, but the majority of the time saw the power suits being victorious over a group of rebels trying to rendezvous with other groups to try and take some of the abandoned factories on the planet to get better vantage points and cover. A squad of only five rebels was currently on their way to one of these factories when they got pinned down by a larger group of Republic troopers. The group of Republic troopers kept up suppressive fire so that the rebels couldn’t retaliate well enough. The troopers sent a few of their numbers around to flank the rebels, but they were intercepted by another squad of rebels on speeder bikes. The new squad of nine rebels swept through and barreled through the troopers attempting to flank their comrades and continued on to flank the troopers; this new squad was led by a Krogan in red armour waving an M-8 Avenger in the air and yelling battle cries at the top of his lungs as they ran the troopers down. The leader made a few hand movements, and the squad swiftly pulled their speeders around to flank the troopers, stopping so that the sides of their bikes face the troopers below, and then they all dismounted and crouched behind their rides for cover. Once again, the Krogan made hand signs, and all at once the squad opened fire upon the troopers below, who were taken off guard. The Krogan’s squad took out all of the troopers below with help from the first squad of rebels, who were able to retaliate once the Krogan’s squad had caused the troopers to scatter and abandon their suppressive fire. When the troopers were down, the Krogan mounted his speeder and pulled up to the other squad, the leader of which was a Bothan. “Your squad alright?” “Yeah. I think so. We lost a few of our numbers on the way here. Everyone in one piece?” The Bothans squad replied with a few groans here and there. “They’ll be fine. Thanks for your help. Which battalion are you from?” “We’re the [url=http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Howlrunner]Howlrunners[/url] of the six hundred and forth. I’m Sergeant Drau Flynn.” “Right. We’ve heard of your squad. You’re a bike unit to get in fast and demolish faster, right?” “Yep, that’s us.” The Bothan shook the Krogan’s hand, and his squad continued on their journey to meet up with any other squads that managed to get the factory closest to them. After watching them go, the Krogan turned toward his own squad. “Alright! You know our orders! Let’s go make sure more squads can rendezvous with the rest! If we can get a few squads their with all their members alive, drinks are on me next time we see a cantina!” With many battle cries, the Krogan’s squad sped off to aid the other squads in the nearby area. ------------------------------- [u][b]In Space Over Vondarc[/b][/u] The Republic’s fleets continued bombarding the Rebellion’s fleets around Vondarc, so far unable to break through and take the fight to the planet’s surface. Vondarc was a planet on the Rimma Trade Route, and therefore could not be allowed to remain under the Rebellion’s control. The battle above the planet was at a stalemate, and so the Republic requested that the fleet of The [i]Colossus[/i] be sent to rotate the current fleet out of Vondarc, in hopes that the new fleet could break the enemy line and take Vondarc back from the Rebellion. In preparation for their rotation, the Republic fleet feinted retreat. The Rebellion lowered its guard slightly when the Republic retreated, knowing they would back eventually, but they did not expect the new fleet to appear as soon as it did. Admiral Xer Loa sat in his chair on the bridge of The [i]Tresher[/i], waiting for the hyperspace jump that would bring them to Vondarc to end. He sat and watched the blue tunnel around them fly by the massive viewport in front of him. When the journey came to an end, Xer Loa clapped his hands together and leaned forward in his chair. He had arrived ahead of the High General’s ship, but that was to be expected, as it was a larger ship and would therefore take longer to get to its destination. In the General’s absence, Xer Loa began ordering the fleet into a defensive formation so that when The [i]Colossus[/i] arrived, there would be a ring of starships about it. The Admiral turned to his Communications Officer. “Be prepared to open the channel to the High General when his flagship arrives, and keep the channel with the rest of the fleet opened but suspended for now.” “Yes, sir.” With a nod, Xer Loa sat back in his chair and waited for the flagship to arrive, humming to himself to pass the time.