[h3][center]Luthor Antilles[/center][/h3]
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[h3]Valkaina: Council Chambers[/h3]
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Luthor felt restless standing in the council chambers, which would be barren were it not for the low-legged round marble table and set of five spherical armchairs. The aging Jedi master paced back and forth as he would any day when his schedule was clear, being sure to make himself readily available and easily found for any initiate, trooper or pilot whom needed his attention. With a low grunt he reached into the inside of his robes and pulled forth a holocron, though it was far from ordinary. Whereas a Jedi holocron would usually be of a cubed or dodecahedral shape, this one seemingly morphed and shifted shapes between those and the form of a pyramid, being entirely unable to keep a solid state for any longer than a few seconds once it touched the Jedi master's cold, wrinkled palm. Antilles paused for a moment and then sighed, focusing his energies into the holocron, causing it to activate; as he tapped into the force to make use of the device, a strange, almost solid red goo began to writhe and fluctuate with energy before projecting a blue light towards the Jedi master's face.

"Furthermore this is also the reason there can only be one Dark Lord. The Sith must be ruled by a single leader: the very embodiment of thestrength and power of the dark side. If the leader grows weak another must rise to seize the mantle. The strong rule; the weak are meant to serve. That is the way it must be." He explained, almost matter of factly before quickly ending the recording and hiding away the holocron once more. From the knowledge he'd gained from this holocron, Luthor knew without a doubt that this Sith holocron was even older an artefact than the order had initially believed, and he almost felt guilty adding further knowledge of the dark side to it's databanks. But the man was so resolute in his belief on how to attain a true balance in the force, that he had no qualms adding his own input into this holocron, which oozed with the energies of the dark side into his palm. It was a rare thing, for an artefact to have such influence. But it was a risk he was willing to take.

[i]For knowledge, is power.[/i]

[h3][center]Alessia Arvenni[/center][/h3]
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[h3]The Krayt Fang[/h3]
[@Delta44] [@The Elvenqueen]
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"I believe that course of action would be prudent, yes." Alessia replied to Merak, her well spoken mannersisms sounding slightly less out of place due to Aether's presence. With that, the three of them set off down the hallways towards the cargo hold; where the Blitz Crew had been double-triple checking their equipment since the Fang dropped out of hyperspace. As she'd expected, Craske and his men were standing around, absolutely itching to get into the fray. The padawan looked around the hold at the squad, it was comprised almost entirely of humans. The only exceptions being Errorkh, an incredibly old Trandoshan with almost black-green scxales and a penchant for seeing things burn, Qavii, a Zabrak sniper with a talent the likes of which Alessia had never seen in her relatively short life and of course captain Cato Craske himself. The Echani was visibly displeased with the weight of the snow-white beskar armour that adorned the bodies of he and his team. 

"Ten-hut, captain on deck!" Bellowed the gruff and husky voice of captain Craske, being followed by the crunching sound of armoured legs clapping together and soles stepping on the steel flooring of the hold. The team's leader proceeded to eyeball his squad for the slightest movement which had not been requested.Tthe Blitz Crew were an old-school unit as far as republic commando teams were concerned, dating all the way back to the great sith war, and Cato Craske had been around since the unit was formed. A career soldier, Craske's squad said more about his character than any of his actions could. 

Alessia would have been lying if she said she wasn't startled by the flawless uniformity of the commandos, it was as the room fell silent again; that she began to speak, but was quickly cut off by Craske. "I weren't talking about you, padawan." He said, almost growling as he spoke. Craske then turned his attention to Merak, awaiting orders for he and his fellows. To an outsider it would seem as though Cato wasn't particularly fond of the Jedi order, though this simply was not the case. The Echani simply had too much respect for the men and women who flew the various fireteams into combat. Something that had gotten him into trouble with a few of the less tame Jedi before.


[h3][center]Maria Arvenni[/center][/h3]
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[h3]Valkaina: The Port[/h3]
[@Sohtem] [@Zetsuko]
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Nodding to Valdis as she neared the ramp she listened to him with intent, Maria joined the captain of the Amber Dragon atop the boarding ramp. Ever since meeting him for the first time Maria always held Valdis in very high regard. As a padawan, Luthor would always tell her and her sister stories of the mandalorian wars, the hardships of a galactic-wide war and of course would teach them the tactics employed by the mandalorians during the campaign. Though he would always tell them he hoped that the war would be over before it was their time to fight it. The woman chuckled to herself slightly, [i]'look how well that went.'[/i] [i]“So what exactly is this mission we’re going on?”[/i] Ana had asked, but in truth, Maria didn't know much about this mission either. No-one ever did when they went out on a recruitment mission, pretty much all the details the enclave's spies had managed to get through the channels in the latest update were 'Tatooine, Mos Eisley.' At least they had a starting point this time.

"As far as we know, our target is currently taking an off day on Tatooine. She goes by the name of Harma Allyn and has been working as a mercenary around the galaxy since the war 'ended.'" Maria explained, not a second afterwards the blinking red lights which indicated a vessel being cleared for take off began to flash. With that, she looked to Ana and motioned to the group that the three of them should board the Dragon and perform their prep-work on the ship.