Rad stretched in his black combat suit, it was [i]somewhat[/i] resistant to shrapnel but wouldn't hold up against blasterfire, it never did. It was actually the same suit that the soldiers wore under their armour, he contemplated wearing a chest piece to protect himself though decided against it. He relied on his speed, always had. Wearing additional armour would compromise his movement, as other Jedi meditated and soldiers talked Rad left the ready room. He had his equipment he didn't need to remain there, there was an uneasiness between the two sides of this unit. There was the Jedi and the Republic Military, both aiming for the same thing but unused to eachothers presence. He wasn't sure if any of the other Jedi were what would be considered [i]traditional[/i] but the difference between the soldiers discipline and the Jedi training was blantantly obvious. 

As he walked through the corridors of the ship, aiming for the impromptu 'drop bay', he kept one hand on his pistol and one hand on his lightsaber. The anticipation was electric; there were those who wanted to prove themselves, those who feared for the upcoming battle and those with a serene sense of calm knowing that if they died they died for the right thing. He personally was confident, he was ready to do what needed to be done and to pay the consequences if there were any. Though that was how he lived his life as a Jedi ever since he had become his own man after he had passed the Trials of Knighthood. 

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[i][You can't keep living this double life Rad*] Many wouldn't have noticed, but there was a sad tone to the roars coming from the mouth of his former master, Rorwoorr.

"This double life is what yields results, why can't you see that? Yes I occasionally have to smuggle the likes of weapons but I get results. I let the pirate go but I take down the warlord, and without the head the organisation falls into disarray. I'm sure if the Jedi were to ever kill a Hutt the vacuum would throw them into complete and utter disarray." He continued to sweep through his movements with one of his lightsabers, unignited, in his right hand. Training would have been better while using it but there wasn't a lot of room on the small ship and he didn't fancy gutting it.

In the middle of a twist he brought his left hand down, using the force to unclip his other lightsaber and in one swift movement brought it up. Bringing the two hilts together he twisted them and with a click the two became one. Performing a flip he spun the hilt in what would have been a devastating move to anyone not quick enough to block it.

[You're getting good my former apprentice.] Rorwoorr stood. [Though, I am afraid while I don't approve of your whole double life I need to make use of some of the contacts you've made.]

Rad had to suppress a smile, of course Rorwoorr did. Why else would he have come out to him? If it was official Jedi business he would have simply recalled Rad to the temple rather than coming all the way out to the outer rim to see him. "Yeah? What contacts are those?"

[I need a smuggler. There's a young Wookie on Kashyyk...]
[sub]*Translated from Shyriiwook[/sub][/i]

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[i]"30 minutes to drop. Prepare to board drop pods on the red light mark..."[/i] Rad had been intending to speak to some of the Republic troopers, trying to bridge the gap between them and the Jedi but it seemed as if it was time to get ready and raring to go. He turned and walked up to his pod, which would drop him nearer the edge of the AO. Tasked and paired with several faster moving units to clear out positions that could give the Mandalorians an easy chance at counter attack, while clearing positions to allow the heavier units that would follow them to bunker down and form a defensive perimetre. 

He took a deep breath, allowing the force to course through him. It fueled him, refreshed him like a cool current on the oceans of his homeworld. He was ready to go.