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9 yrs ago
Current "Baton courtesy, service with a smile. :)"
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9 yrs ago
Previous status had a typo I missed, saaaaad.
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9 yrs ago
Up. Town, Fun you up. Uptown-funk-you-up.
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9 yrs ago
Aaaaaannnnnnnnnnnd We're back.
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9 yrs ago
Life is burning down. Activity will falter for a little bit.
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Bio

First, a poem, about my ego -

I'm not just smart guys,
I'm a MENSA,
So healthy I'm made of Polenta,
Not expensive, and, I taste great,
I'll help you lose weight, lames can't hate.
I'm like a boat, the boat's ship-shape,
Wish we could date, i'm so tip-top.
I'm magic and amazing, and I won the Civil War,
Singlehandedly, for the North, so hip hop.
You gotta get me, and, get me,
Then geddit and geddit again,
Get a dozen of me and you'll be buzzin' like a bee hive.
I'm like an ancient demi-god,
You wanna leave me little offerings,
all the mortal imitators gotta go,
I'm hotter than a habanero pepper in a lava flow.
Without me you're lame and afraid,
But now you get laid,
Now you get paid.
I'm better than competitors,
I'm spreading like an epidemic,
and you better get me or you're gonna get AIDS.
:P

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@PeikI concur.

@Big Dread@Andreyich@RoosanIm assuming you three are taking the hood ride.

@Chrononaut@sovi3tYou guys are with Werner in the Sonata.


OH HEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLL YEAH! Black's all about that! Drop the front, lean to the back, hit the three wheel. Gangsta.
@Leidenschaft

AHHHHHHH! That makes sense. Now I am excited for the awesome freak out-age.
@Leidenschaft

So Black and Werner are out of the crib right? Will we be needed for the rest of the breach collab? Or should we go on and get ourselves back to the HQ?
@Big Dread@sovi3t@ChrononautPiratepad took a shit, I saved some of it, I think. If it doesn't come back though, we lost a lot of the collab.


Yeah... It was breaking every time I navigated away from the page. I still got my rolls though so if we move goog docs or what not it shouldn't be a big deal. :)
Hiss, pop, zap!

The training sabers smashed together in an electric rhythm. Two Jedi circled in the cargo bay of a small transport ship. Both of them were wearing their tight under-robes. Their steps were light, almost silent, on the metal floors. The older of the two, older by nearly two decades, lunged forward. His posture was that of control, calm, calculated. His strikes were rapid and used no motion that was not required. The younger, a woman, slim and lithe, danced backward with an inhuman grace. Her training saber swept from side to side, pushing each of the quick strikes to the side. Her counter attack was sudden. A counter thrust up the length of one of the deflected blows. As she leaned into the srike her long light brow hair trailed behind her, a small braid flashing forth from her loose ponytail. The older, and much taller, man cocked his head to the side. The dodge did not engage his feet at all. He gave no ground. The lightly electrified rod that served as the training weapon's blade passed so close to his face that the unkempt hair of the man's beard and head rose and stuck to it. With his blow only barely deflected he swept his weapon low and drove the mock blade into the woman's waist. A crackle was heard as the electricity flared. The young woman staggered to the side with a curse.

"That was a fine use of the counter thrust. You must remember, Kyra, your true foes will not be relying on only their senses to fight." the older man said as he switched off the power source of his training blade. He ran a hand up and through his graying hair, pushing it from his face.

"Yes, Master H'ruda." Kyra replied, rubbing her side lightly as she turned off her own saber. Her green eyes moved over to the form of her master with a touch of awe. She felt unworthy to be student. It was a thought that often passed her mind. He was the greatest Jedi Sentinel in the order. He had slain what seemed like countless Sith in his time with the Jedi. H'ruda often told her that she was his student because he could see the talent in her. As far as she could tell, it was true. She had sparred with other padawan in her time and had been by far the best of those she had faced. She had even assisted H'ruda in facing down the agents of the Dark Side, some true Sith among them. They had been victorious so far. However, in the presence of someone who seemed so connected to the Force she often felt like little more than a child. Her braid was to be cut soon, H'ruda said she was becoming more than a competent Jedi. Yet, stil by the side of what seemed like a father she had never known, she always seemed to find more lessons to learn. Lessons were good, and, the Force taught them to everyone. Kyra only worried that a lesson being taught through the red of a Sith lightsaber would not be one she could afford to learn the hard way. "Meditation?" Kyra asked, though, she knew what the answer was. She did not need the Force to predict their daily routine.

Master H'ruda nodded to his padawan, a small smile touching his aging face. The two Jedi placed their training weapons on the rack and sat across from each other on the metal floor. They folded their legs under their bodies and closed their eyes. H'ruda could feel Kyra's extension into the Force. Another smile crossed his lips as he extended his own mind into the Force. The Master pushed his mind outward. He could feel the pulses of the inner workings of the ship. He felt the navigation computer making minor corrections to their course as it received information from the galaxy navigation system. He pushed out beyond the ship and into the void that surrounded all life. His mind reached far into that void. The Master's mind touched those of another ship. This other ship was not like his own. It was smuggling vessel. He did not know why he knew this, he only accepted that the Force would inform him. The Force had never led him astray before. In that ship he felt three shadows. One was faint. He could not sense it all the time, either. That one was full of darkness. It sought out pleasure in destruction and found joy in the suffering of others. One was too connected. It could not let go. It obsessed over details and made poor choices just to avoid loss. It's weakness was its connection to the third shadow. The last was a pathetic thing. It was ravaged by desire and need. It was barely held togther by something that it could not control, and, it craved control. There was another on this ship as well. It was not as consumed as the others. It was a man. A man who would do anything to survive and keep its needs filled. It was an animal that wore a thinking thing's skin. H'ruda had seen countless souls like his. "Do you sense it?" the Master quietly asked his padawan.

"Yes, Master." Kyra nodded, even though she knew they both had their eyes closed. "We are two threads, Master. We have been tied together with the three. Our paths are to cross, it can not be changed. That is good. They will not avoid us this time." Kyra felt a cold anticipation for that moment when their paths would indeed cross. These three were not only tied to the two Jedi. They were connected by the will of something far darker than these three. It was a looming shadow over the Galaxy that sent out tendrils to force its own will. It was the way of the Sith. They were fearful. They feared reprisal and hid themselves in manipulations and secrets. It was why the Jedi had to fight them. Their connection to the Dark Side was only a symptom of their mentality. The jedi acted in the light and were part of society. They would serve the good of all and do so in plain view. The Sith sought to reshape the Galaxy in their own image, yet, they hid themselves and destroyed peace so that they could profit.

"I can sense your dislike for the Sith." H'ruda said in his rough whisper.

"I know Master. I just want to protect the Republic."

"Seek them out because they refuse to see reason and wisdom. If they devoted themselves properly they could be a stable force in the Galaxy just as we are. Feel no negativity toward them. They are manipulated children. Twisted by the will of those who want more power than their place in the Galaxy would afford them." H'ruda spoke with true belief. He did not hate the Sith, that would be what they wanted. It was what they thought about the Jedi. No, H'ruda felt sorry for them. They were all just people once. They had been taken early and turned into weapons for a cult of personality. The one who made them needed to be disarmed. If that could be done by making the poor souls he had corrupted lay down arms that was always the best solution. However, all too often these people had been turned into weapons in truth. The lightsaber did not ask to be switched on, it merely complied with the will of its wielder. It was a shame and a waste of life.

"Yes, Master." Kyra breathed as she cleared the negative thoughts from her mind. This task was one she had been attempting for some time. This time, it seemed to work. Her need to stop the Sith was replaced with a sad compassion for them. She finally saw them for what H'ruda did. Just poor souls that needed instruction, but, were often to far gone to see wisdom. Her mind was drawn to the alert that would soon echo through the ship. They were nearing the target and would need to assume manual control of the ship. Kyra's eyes slowly opened, seeing her Master's almost gray eyes looking back at her. "We are nearing our destination." she whispered to the aging Jedi. He nodded in response to her.

"You have made progress. I think there is little more I can teach you. This will be your final task." as soon as H'ruda finished speaking the alert lights came on in the cargo hold. A robotic voice echoed over the small ship's intercom. 'AUTOMATED NAVIGATION TASK COMPLETE... MANUAL CONTROL REQUIRED

Kyra stood. "I will see to the helm, Master." H'ruda nodded as his padawan stepped form the hold and into the small connecting hall of the ship. He stood, stepped over to his dark brown robe and plucked it from the rack. His slid his slender arms into the flowing garment and exhaled a long breath. He could feel a powerful shift in the Force. This would change both of their lives forever. H'ruda clipped his old green saber to his belt and moved to join Kyra in the cockpit.

As Kyra brought the ship into the atmosphere she was struck withe beauty of Korpus V. It was long stretches of untended jungle dotted with small outposts. The padawan turned the ship downward and the Temple came into view. She felt her breath catch at the sight of it. Her time in the academy on Dantoine was a pale imitation of what she saw here. It had steep walls of gray and white stone, perfectly polished and gleaming in the warm sunlight. "It's beautiful." she muttered. H'ruda placed a large thin hand on her shoulder, "It is indeed, Kyra. It is a symbol. It is the rise of the Jedi. It must be protected. More students reside here than in any other temple." his gray eyes scanned the building. It was defensable. He saw a number of small anti-air towers and a few small barracks sitting near the temple complex itself. The Galaxy had been at war, yet, it had never come here. The peace here was about to be shattered. H'ruda reached out for the comm panel just before the light that signaled an incoming call illuminated. He tapped the accept button and a voice came over the channel.

"Master H'ruda." the calm voice on the other end of the line said. "We have you cleared to land on bay 3. I have also began the preparations you requested. The towers are armed and the men ready. We await your arrival."

"Thank you, Master Yaldorn." H'ruda responded. He knew the Jedi Guardian well. They had been in the same class of students long ago. He was a Twi'lek, quick to smile and laugh. He enjoyed the Twi'lek's company. Not only that but he knew the man was a powerful duelist. The two had sparred many times. H'ruda had found he could win the majority of their bouts, but, they were always close. H'ruda credited this to his use of Makashi, a style designed to face down foes with lightsabers and Force affinity. Master Yaldorn favored defensive art of Shien and Sorressu. They were effective forms, but, H'ruda had faced down many foes with sabers in bouts that would have ended in his own death if he was not careful. He had also developed an interesting technique where one switched the blade of your saber off and back on again. It was one of the only weapons you could do that with. He called it Vanishing Blade. He had taught it to Kyra and she had taken to it well. Her instincts were peerless in any Jedi he had met. The padawan seemed to have a connection to the Force rather rare. One H'ruda had and had cultivated. He knew she would be a force for Light just like he had, maybe even more than he had.

The familiar hiss of the rear hatch opening sounded all around the two Jedi. The pressurized air of the cargo chamber rushed from the opening hatch, rustling the brown robes of the young woman and her Master. Natural light poured into the dim chamber as the two stepped from the small ship. The day was mild and sweet with the scents of the surrounding jungle. Everything seemed so peaceful. Kyra walked across the small landing pad with her Master, to her left and slightly ahead of her. He was a good deal taller than she was and often out-strode her. She had learned quickly that walking slow was almost always out of the question though. She had longer legs than most her size, but, that mattered little compared to her towering master. He seemed to float forward with the calculated grace that can only exist in one utterly connected to the Force. Kyra, quickly pattered after him.

A small number of rather surprised care takers approached. One of them, an old man, held a data-pad and kept darting his eyes down to it and then back to the two Jedi. "Excuse me, Master H'ruda?" it was less a question of who he was, but, more of why are you here. "We received your messages about a threat coming to Korpus V, But-" the old man was cut off by a voice from the stairs to the landing pad. "Helon, this Jedi is not one to question when it comes to the presence of the Dark Side." H'ruda's were drawn to the form a smaller human man with flowing brown robes that were a smaller version of what H'ruda and Kyra wore.

"Knight Geoff." the Master nodded to him. The Jedi knight that had entered stepped onto the pad smiled in greeting at the two other Jedi. "I did not know you would be here. Teaching the children now?" H'ruda stepped past the small group that set were starting to set about their work on the shuttle. He extended his hand to Geoff who clasped it tightly.

"I wish we could meet less often though. You always seem to arrive just as I need some significant help." the Jedi Knight laughed lightly before he looked over at Kyra. She had a smile to match his own. He extended his hand to her and she took it, "I see you are still trailing our illustrious Master as well. Nearly done with your training now, aren't you?"

Kyra nodded eagerly to the short man. He was just a tiny bit shorter than her. Kyra liked Geoff. She had met him a few times before. Each time the Consular seemed to have gotten himself in over his head. "Yes indeed. Once we are done with helping you, again, I should be a full Knight, like you." Kyra emphasized the word 'again' in a playful manner causing the Consular to laugh.

"Hopefully you do not end up with my luck though." he released her hand flexing his hand. He forgot how strong the girl was. They had sparred before and she had bested him in every bout. He figured that was what would happen when you were trained by one of the greatest duelists the Galaxy had ever seen. His command of the Force was potent, but, even that seemed only just barely exceed this young woman's command of it. She was a prodigy. Handed to a legendary Master. Her destiny was for great things indeed.

H'ruda looked on the exchange of the two Jedi and smiled slightly. He wanted things to be like this for them without change. Yet, just as quickly as the thought entered his mind, he let it go. Things were going to change no matter how this day turned out. H'ruda only wished that he could warn Jedi Consular that he saw death in him. He knew the idea would only worry him more though. He would face down his fate with the training and practice he had been given. It was all any of them could do. "Your padawan is here as well then? He is nearing the end of his training if memory serves me."

Geoff turned his attention back Master H'ruda, "Still sharp as ever Master. He is with the children now. Preparing them for the coming storm." Master H'ruda nodded to him in appoval, and, felt the pride that exuded from the younger Jedi from the simple gesture. "Come. I will take you to Master Yaldorn. He is seeing to the defense forces now." Geoff turned and began to walk down the stairs he had acended earlier. H'ruda and Kyra followed after the Consular.

The door of the temple complex hissed open with responsive alertness as the three Jedi neared it. "Kyra,"
"Yes Master?"
"Lock each door we pass with Jedi code Zeta."
Kyra complied, turning from the group and quickly locking the door with a standard Jedi cipher. It would not be anything that a student or Jedi could not unlock with ease. However, to an intruder the code would take even a skilled slicer some time to overcome. It was a delaying measure. Kyra could feel the anticipation building in her. She knew this battle would not go well for them. She could feel it looming in the Force. They would need every advantage they could get. Kyra quickly turned and hurried to rejoin the two other Jedi. As soon as she had arrived H'ruda spoke again."Go to the children. Assist Geoff's padawan with getting them ready. Take them to lowest dormatory in the temple."

Kyra looked over to her Master, now sensing his own anxiety about the coming battle. She wished she could speak to him about it. Kyra did not ask any questions though. She knew time was short already. "Yes, Master." she said before stepping away from the group and following her drawing through the Force. She locked every door she passed on the way to common hall.

Geoff and H'ruda walked in silence as they stepped from hall to hall. The sense of impending danger had crept into the minds of both the Jedi. Geoff was nervous. He felt much better now that H'ruda had arrived. Before the Master had shown up Geoff had spent more time than he needed in meditation. He used it to calm his nerves. He could feel the darkness H'ruda had warned them of in his mind. It was a small thing, like a whisper from across the room. Now it was all he could think about. The front door of the atrium opened up, filling the room with the humid air of the outside jungle. H'ruda looked down the long stair case of the Temple and saw a line of defense soldiers being spoken to by a familiar green and red skinned Jedi. His moist skin caught the golden light of the sun and shined. The Twi'lek Guardian had both of his head tails tucked under his chin and flowing backward over his shoulders, crossed over his throat.

"The foes you will face will be Force Adept. They will use trickery and overwhelming force." Master Yaldorn said to the group of assembled soldiers, "You have recieved training to face these kinds of enemies. Use it. Keep your support teams at a safe distance and use them to provide support fire. Keep them distracted and use your explosives. Do not worry about saving them for armored targets. This will almost certainly be a strike team. Refrain from using your blasters if you can. Some of our foes may be able to deflect them. Leave that to the support teams. Focus on flanking them and putting them down with single shots from the side, or, use your thermal detonators. You have the force of justice and protection on your side. We will prevail. May the Force be with you." the Twi'lek turned from the men as his old friend H'ruda stepped down the last step. Yaldorn's thick lips pulled back into a needle=tooth filled smile. "Old friend." he said stepped forward to meet H'ruda.

"No need to remind me of my age, Yaldorn." H'ruda said with a forced smile. He wondered if the Guardian could not sense the impeding danger. No, that was not like Yaldorn at all. He could sense it too. He just had the good sense to keep a confident face on in front of the soldiers. H'ruda respected the Guardian's skill when it came to leading and understanding soldiers. Sentinels often worked alone, hunting the Dark in the shadows. Yaldorn specialty was what most people saw. The Guardians were the face of the Order. They fought side by side with soldiers. They served as generals and officers in the Republic in times of strife. The Sentinel kept his face as a mask of confidence for the men around them.

"Our age you mean." Yaldorn said clapping H'ruda on the shoulder, "Do not forget we were both in the same class back in those days on Dantoine." Yaldorn turned back to the men he had assembled. He took a step to the side and pointed one of his thick and powerful arms out at H'ruda. "You see here? This is my old friend, Master H'ruda." the men straighten slightly. They had heard that name before. They only knew small things about the elusive Jedi Sentinels. They did, however, know H'ruda's reputation as a master Sith hunter. "This man sensed the coming threat through the Force from lightyears away. He gave us ample warning and now, now, he stands with us against this threat. H'ruda has slain scores of Sith. This will pass and we will all laugh about how foolish they were to strike against the Republic by dinner time. The Force is our ally..." Yaldorn paused for a moment and awaited the return call. He smiled as the men bellowed it out.

"And a powerful ally it is!"

Yaldron turned back to face his old friend and took a deep breath. The three Jedi began to ascend the steps again. "Is this battle going to go as I feel it?" Yaldorn asked, hoping for H'ruda to assuage his doubts. The Master had always done that for him. They had known each other for many years now. H'ruda had always been a rock in the storm for him. The one man who never seemed to bend no matter how fiercely the wind ripped at them.

"We have preparation and foreknowledge on our side, Master Yaldorn. We have done all we can. Now, the Force will work and we shall be victorious." H'ruda spoke quietly and seriously. He believed that. He knew the fight would be easy, or, without loss. However, he could sense their eventual victory. The Force promised that to him. they would have victory. If only he could figure exactly what victory meant.

"Yes." Yaldorn nodded. "I will see to the defense of the inner temple. Geoff and his padawan will be imbedded in the temple defense forces. We will be victorious. What will you do, H'ruda?"

"I will send Kyra with the children and have her guard them, she is good with children and stalwart of will. I will walk the halls. I will lock every door I come across with Code Zeta. I will seek out our most dangerous foes and engage them. With their center crushed the weaker among their number will flee. Did you send communication to the garrison? Will they send support?" H'ruda looked over at Yaldorn as they climbed the steps.

"I did. They assured me they would send support if their scouting vessel spotted any trouble. I think they will be seeing plenty of trouble indeed." The Guardian touched his hand to the double sided blue saber he had on his belt. The touch brought some measure of peace to him as they reached the door to the temple.

"Then we have done all we can. The Force be with you." H'ruda said, extending his hand to the Twi'lek.

Yaldorn clasped the Master's hand in his. Glad for the touch of an old friend. He could feel the power of H'ruda radiating outward in the Force and took strength from it. "May the Force also be with you, Master." his tone had a reverence in it that H'ruda had not expected. It was almost as if the Guardian was speaking to the Counsel of Masters.

The three Jedi moved off in different direction. They all had their tasks in mind, focusing on the battle that was to come. It loomed closer and closer as each moment passed.
Name: Kyra Ryscandor
Age: 20
Appearance:



Kyra is a vital woman who's entire being seems to beam health and vigor. She has straight light brown hair that she normally keep in a pony tail. Her almound shaped eyes often seem wide and full of wonder even in the most dire situations, and, are a muted green color. She has a rather average figure as far as womanly curves go, even less noticeable under the robes of Jedi, though, years of training and dedication has turned her body into a coiled spring of powerful, lithe muscles. Her height is perfectly average with long legs for her height. She keep her soon-to-be-gone padawan braid tucked in with the pony tail she usually sports.

Race:Human
Role: The Jedi
Bio:
Kyra's past was very much just as you would expect a Jedi's life to be. Discovered to be Force Sensitive at the early age of five years, she was taken away to a Jedi Temple for instruction in the ways of the Force. Her training progressed quickly. Not only was her mind quick and skill with understanding the Force impressive, but, also in order to create as many useful Jedi as possible to begin rebuilding the Order. Kyra showed early promise in the detection and sensing of both Force users and the presence of The Dark Side. It was decided that she would become a Jedi Sentinel. With her path set ahead of her, Kyra's, training could become more focused. She studied the same subjects as all children in the Temple, but, she was placed with the other children that displayed the same gifts and honed their powers of 'Sense'. The next step was aimed at countering the tactics of The Dark Side. As Sentinels stand against The Dark Side and seek it out they all must be prepared to understand and resist it. Years passed, kyra grew into an adolescent and soon enough was placed under the care of a Jedi Knight. Her training began in truth.

No classes in the Temple could have prepared Kyra for the vastness and complexity of the Galaxy. Her Master took her all over the Galaxy. She traveled to planets covered in ice; planets of nothing but ocean; Planets that were great cities like Corosaunt. Her travels delighted her and filled her with a desire to see and do more. Everywhere they went the two of them found echos of the Dark Side and worked to rid the Galaxy of it. They hunted down terrible sorcerers and crime bosses alike. Kyra learned all she could from these missions, soaking in the cultures and languages. She soon found she had a knack for picking up up alien tongues and often served her Master as a translator. He had no need of one though, of course, he had access to a multi-lingual translator. He allowed her this indulgence because he saw the light in her eyes as she learned and applied the knowledge. Kyra progressed quickly and became a force in her own right.

They embarked on one last mission together. Kyra was told this would be her greatest challenge. Neither of them knew just how correct her Master had been. He would soon recommend her to be granted the full title of knight once this foe was defeated. The Force teaches it's lessons in it's own ways though.

Personality:
Kyra is a Jedi. She knew no other life and wishes no other life for herself. She is optimistic to a fault and enthusiastic in all of her tasks. She holds her Jedi aloofness as much as she can, but, often finds herself showing her interest in matters of culture and language. Kyra is also a 'true believer' in the Jedi. She does not see their former fall or their passive nature as weakness. Nor does she resent the events that have befallen her. She thinks of the Force as her teacher and knows that all darkness comes with a lesson to be passed or failed, and, she intends to pass. She is wary around any who walk to closely to the Dark Side, as her training taught her to be, yet she believes no one is beyond redemption.
Specialization/Skills:
- Jedi Training: Kyra is proficient in all Jedi lightsaber styles, though she favors the quick jabs and faints of Makashi, and can perform the basic actions of 'Alter', 'Control', and 'Sense'.
- Dark Side Sensitivity: All Jedi sentinels are trained in the instinctual sensing of the Dark Side and the powers it holds. Kyra is particularly talented at this power and can sense the touch of the Dark Side on anyone she is near. This is very mild and often says little about most people, but, those who have taken to it's teachings and use it's power stand out to Kyra like a sore thumb.
- Vanishing Blade: Sharing her Master's love for Makashi Kyra's Master began to instruct her in the Vanishing Blade. A variant on Makashi where one uses the unique property of the lightsaber's ability to no longer have a blade to catch foes off guard.
Equipment:
Padawan Lightsaber(Yellow), Padawan robes
Name: Silas Wenrow
Age:26
Appearance:



Silas is a very intimidating figure. He stands just over six and a half feet tall with a muscular build and thick shoulders. He keep his dark brown hair cut very short, just barely longer than a buzz cut. He has thin lips that seem to constantly the shadow of a smile if not being pulled into a grin, revealing his meticulously cared for white teeth. The corners of his bright yellow eyesn are prematurely wrinkled. Both the crow's feet of his eyes and their unnerving color speaks to the beginnings of Dark Side corruption.
Race: Human
Role: Main Sith
Bio:
Being a Force Sensitive child on a Sith controlled planet is a dangerous thing indeed. Silas found himself in just a situation. He avoided the attention of the Sith with his odd knack for hiding himself. Silas was born to a very poor family and made his way as a young boy by stealing for anyone with what he needed. He did not know it at the time, but, he had been using the Force to hide his presence from those around him, slipping through the streets unnoticed. His luck and skill were not even close to enough to keep him hidden forever and eventually Rathos found the boy.

He was taken to a new planet and made the object of some attention, something Silas did not like. His abilities were to be released by fear and danger, as, is the usual practice of the Sith. He was pitted against the other apprentices, children all of them, by leaving Silas in the wilderness and having the others hunt him. Silas used his talents to evade the other children for as long as he could. Eventually they all were in a very poor state. It needed to end, and, Silas did not want to die. He did what he had to and in a few more days all of the other children were corpses. His talents were recognized and soon he found himself with two other children of exceptional talent.

Silas took to the teachings well, perhaps too well, and, quickly began to get into debates with some of the older apprentices. He was frequently beaten, even more so than normal, yet, never lost his ability to continue the debates once he left the infirmary. He stuck close with the two others who seemed to have the attention of the masters, Silas knew what their attention meant. He did his best to help them when he could, assisting Arianna in her quest to help Maegr through his forced drug habit. He failed though. Eventually they were hurt just as much as anyone else. Time passed, the three remained close and grew into a potent weapon in the hands of Sith. Silas still took his role as the one who watches after them seriously. He made no attempts to control them, that would be contrary to the philosophy he held deeply, but, he watched their backs whenever he could. Silas knew that in the end they would have victory, and, in victory their chains would be broken.

Personality:
Silas does not wear his blast mask when he is not expecting to go into combat. However, he is always wearing a mask of good nature that he does not feel. He has found people respond better to a smile than a glower, so, he fakes it. He seems to take very little seriously. This is, of course, a facade. Silas is a deeply protective of those he has taken into his inner circle, refusing to let any preventable harm from coming to them. He is, however, fond of using his abilities to pull pranks on the people around him. Most performed on his childhood companions are in good humor, for others, they often find themselves on the receiving end of a sociopath's torment regiment. The Sith Assassin enjoys engaging in debates with those around him, often adopting whatever stance would be their counter just to continue the discussion. He does this to entertain himself and to cause other to re-examine their held beliefs, rarely just to make them angry. To those who are not in his inner circle Silas is a grinning monster, finding just as much humor in their failures as he does in their successes. He torments his enemies for longer than he needs to, often, opting to use confusing trickery to kill them rather something as practical as a saber slash to the head. When facing adversity Silas is at his most joyous. His philosophy makes commands him to seek out powerful and dangerous situations and bend them to his will or die trying.

Specialization/Skills:
Force Stealth: Silas can hide his presence in the Force better than any other Force user he has even known. Not only that, but, he can cause those that look at him to have their gaze directed elsewhere and forget he was ever there. He does not become invisible, he merely makes all those who might look on him unwilling to acknowledge that he was there.
Force Senses: In the same way that Arianna is able to push her body far beyond it's normal limits, Silas, can extend his senses to super-human acuity. He can hunt by scent or hear the flutter of a fly's wings in the next room. This has its own downsides, after all, when a sense is enhanced it makes one vulnerable to extreme stimuli.
Battle Meditation: Silas has practiced the strange art of battle meditation. He can connect himself through the Force to those around him and grant them expanded access to the Dark Side of the Force and giving them a sense of 'connection' to the others in the meditation. Allowing them to seem to work in concert with no prior planning. When Silas does this he normally can not take very many intense actions that take great concentration.
Mind Manipulation: While not as skilled at the direct control that Arianna wields Silas is very adept at probing people's minds for information and causing them to have minor hallucinations.
Slicer: Silas has devoted much of his free time to learning the fine art of slicing. The ability to by-pass locks without anyone knowing as proved very useful.

Saber Style: Silas focus mainly on Shicho and Sorresu. The two simplest styles of lightsaber combat, but, he has focused those simple movements into a completely automatic thing. He can often react with his saber before he really knows what he is reacting to, freeing up his mind to work on how he will more creatively defeat his foes. Silas moves with calculated and relentless progress, ignoring most of the acrobatic techniques favored by his companions.

Equipment: Dual-phase Lightsaber (bright orange), Vibroknife, Multi-scan blast mask re-breather, slicing data-pad.
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"... The f'th'un maybe we call'm Zack'ry. Like that'n, I does. M'uncle was call Zack'ry. Bit of a toss, but, good name." Serigan continued, now, talking about what they might want to call Athena and his fouth child. He did not bother to stop her from going about her work, she was an organized sort, he liked that. Someone to cook the books was always needed when you were after putting together an organization. Sometimes the guards would roll around and start asking questions after all. Suits you well to have a pretty face there with the evil in her mind to cook up a grand tale of legitimate transactions and how to hide the real goods. The gang leader fell silent as two men came up to the counter. He did not slide out of their way, but, made no move to stop them. They were just after excitement and clips, just like him. A blind fella he had seen a few times. Looked dangerous though, in that kind of 'Ee'll break'er neck if'n'y touch me hound' way. He wondered if he could convince that fella to box with him some time. Wanted to see exactly how good a blind man could be in a fight. The other was your kind of standard merc lookin' fella. Tough as nails and mean as a ganger with a boot full of gravel. Another type he recognized and generally liked. He allowed them to conduct their business with Athena before he spoke again, "Wha'cha think 'bout Zack'ry? I-" he stopped when he heard a voice. It was the kind of voice he recognized. Was a bit pushy, commanding, hungry. His blue eyes turned to the side and settled on the soldier lookin' Killie that was walking up. Serigan smiled at the sight of her. She looked meaner than sin and tougher than an Ash Alley rat. Soldier type from her bearing, yet, here she was. Why? Why does anyone want to shack up with a crowd of old knives and young breakers? 'Cuz you like the life.

Sergian stepped away from the counter and have a quick salute with his weighted cane at the woman named Zhang. He didn't know her name of course, to Serigan she was just The Soldier Killie. He caught her eyes and gave her a quick wink before he spoke, "Name's Serigan, or Cuttah, if'n'y like. Y'e'er find y'self in need of a whiskey, seek ol'Cuttah out. We c'n 'ave ou'selves a fine talk 'bout t'future o'dis 'ole place, eh?" he stepped past he with a smile and a pointed rap of his cane's point on the hard floor and moved over to where the red hair Killie was swinging her ax around.

He stepped up in front of her and unhooked the buckler from his belt and slid his hand around the metal grip. He flipped his cane around so the thin and unweighted tip of it was forward, like a mock sword. " 'Alf speed, eh?" he suggested before squaring off with her. "Sorry'nout all that blathah I toss'd at'ye and that Pascal fella. I spoke'out respect, I did, not 'gon 'apped again, eh?" he gave her a quick smile before exchanging a few mock rounds of blocks and parries with her, waiting for Pascal to arrive.

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Buzz buzz Atter looked down at his phone and scanned the message. He frowned. They were coming at least. He only hoped it would be enough time. He poked his head out of the stair well door and glanced down the hall. Music still blasting and no one in the hall. With their music this loud and no door man it meant one of two things, or both. One: These bangers had a deal with the manager of the building, and, this was a distribution hub. If it was a distribution hub the two apartments next to the middle of the floor home would be empty. No need to keep involved people around. Say what you will about gang members but they did like to have space between themselves and those who might pry into their business. Less chance for civilian casualties for those who wanted to shoot the place. American gangsters anyway, they had a sense of community. That sense of community normally did not extend to the block past their own, or, to anyone with a different ethnic background but at least there was something. Two: These dicks had Rosa inside and needed their door man to head in for fun. That, or, they sent him off or in because they had moved Rosa from the apartment and taken her to some kind of central den. Gangsters were like insects. They liked to have a central colony and then have little hubs outside of the colony for resource gathering. The 'worker' bangers were mostly young guys with nothing going for them due to shitty environments and need comradery and turn to the gang. They function as look outs, distributors, and sometimes fall guys. The 'soldier' bangers were the older smart guys. They had been on the street for a while, probably with done time, and would only step in if things got serious. They usually served as the heads of smaller sub-gangs for resource gathering. The banger 'queen', or king in reality due to gangs' affinity for the fixation of manliness, was whatever 'soldier' banger managed to fuck over enough people to get his hands on the direct line of supply. There was a kind of banger emperor too, some dick in prison making phone calls, but, that was irrelevant.

Black punched his text in quickly, '6th Fl. apt# 6. No door guard. Likely empty neighbors. .38's most likely round to encounter. Holding.' Atter walked across the hall and leaned against the wall that the door in question was set into. If someone looked out the peep hole, even with the expanded vision angle the fish-eye lenses gave them he would be beyond their perception. Black busied himself with clearing his mind for the forthcoming violence. He listened intently to the sounds of the apartment. Everything was masked by the booming of their sound system. At least they had good taste. Atter found himself with his eyes half-lidded, almost meditative, drumming on his chest with the fingers of his left hand. The big and tough soldier boys from the lobby would likely be here soon enough and then they could formulate some kind of plan. The silver lining was with that music bumping the fucks inside could hear very little that would be going on in the hall. Things like rounds being chambered. He found himself mouthing along to the music from the room as he waited, tiny whispers escaping his lips, "So dope they wanna, fuck, so dope they wanna, suck, so dope they wanna, give it up really abrupt. So heroine, so coccain, so ketamine, so X..."
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