Hexaflexagon

Falling Skies: 7th Mobile Armor Suit Team

@DMZ

XD Though at this rate I don't think Trapp is ever going to get his fancy new robot.

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@Gowi
It's fine stick to your guns/rules. Coach is a patient man. Beside I got to figure out how this first story arc is going to work anyway before I start posting and that's gonna take some time. Got to make sure all the branches make a fancy tree.

@Sloth
I actually did notice that Sloth. Poor Boston Brand he died so that we could laugh at his bad jokes.
"Famous last words. Mine were "You know, from up here it almost looks like that guy with a hook is holding a rifle..."

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@Gowi
Don't mention it to be able to make compromise is to be human is it not? And I'm looking forward to it as well as it means I get to play around with the weird guys that people forgot about like Deadman and the rest. And having recently reread a lot of Alan Moore's other work and as well as some Lovecraft, all I can say is that shit is going to get weirder faster than you can say "Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn" XD Anyway should I post the sheet to the character tab now?

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@Gowi
Sure, I don't really mind at all. If it makes your life easier I could just omit it entirely because in at least the Hellblazer incarnation of Constantine (which I'm heavily going off of) his relationship with Zatanna is sort of just a footnote, they occasionally would work together but that was about it. It was more of a nudge nudge wink wink to DC fans to show the connections between the Vertigo Line and the more mainstream comics. She plays a much bigger role in the New 52 Constantine but I personally hate that version of him with a burning passion because none of the new writers got how to actually make Constantine work. So I'm just going to pretend in my own perfect little fantasy world that his new incarnation never happened. XD

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Hope I'm not too late for the party after all.

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My name's John Constantine, and here I stay: haunted by London. And London, haunted by me.

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| Identity |
John Constantine
A.K.A Hellblazer

| Origin & Backstory |

Corn & Blem

John "I'm A Bastard" Constantine was born in Liverpool, Merseyside on the tenth of May in the nineteen hundred and fifty third year of our lord. The youngest Constantine was the next in line to inherit the bloodline and legacy of his ancestors the so called Laughing Magicians, legendary mages who have the power over synchronicity and were infamous for bluffing and tricking gods. Straight out of the womb it seemed the world was already betting against him. His mother, Mary Anne died giving birth to John and his stillborn twin brother (whom John had choked to death with his own umbilical cord while still in the womb) because an earlier abortion (forced on her by John's father, Thomas) had weakened her womb. Because he was unable to accept responsibility for his wife's death, Thomas blamed John and the pair grew up with a deep dislike for one another. Thomas was a severe alcoholic, the drink making him a quote "total bastard" with a heavy inclination to either slack off from work or vent out all his pent up issues by hitting John. So in reality John's older sister Cheryl became John's surrogate mother of sorts watching out for him and making sure that he didn't get into too many scraps as a young lad.

Thomas's alcoholism started to become more of a large problem as still in their childhoods John and Cheryl briefly lived with their aunt and uncle in Northampton after Thomas was arrested for stealing a female neighbor's underwear. This period in Northampton was generally considered by John to be the highpoint of his childhood for once in his life everything was almost normal. But, as it would become a running gag of sorts in life shitting upon John this normalcy was taken away when Thomas was released from prison and the pair went back to live with them. It was around this time that he began to prod and experiment with the ways of magic. John was a skilled mage even as a small child, as one of his first tricks was his very childhood innocence and vulnerability inside of an old box for he considered it only a "nuisance". John's issues with his father only continued as he began to age and as his sister Cheryl slowly became more distance. This all accumulated to a rapid and angry boiling point in the 1960s as a teenager on the night that John ran away from home. John having been fed up with Thomas for a long time at this point planned to make it out on his own, not before a misfired curse caused Thomas to become withered and frail. John would end up wandering the English countryside going from city to city as a conman and street magician until he found permanent residence in London in the year 1969 where he met his closest friend to this day Francis "Chas" Chandler.

In the midst of the great pivot of change known as the seventies, Constantine took his first real steps into the world beyond our own by becoming involved with occult circles of London. Unsatisfied by their answers he began to travel the world and visit other countries. During this period of time John also became enamoured with another love of his life - punk rock music after he saw the Sex Pistols play in '77. In the aftermath of this John went through his "musician phase". Constantine grew his hair out and went by the name of Johnny Con-Job forming a band known as Mucous Membrane made up of other interesting characters: Chandler, Beano the drummer, and Gary Lester. After releasing a moderately successful album Venus of the Hardsell. Around the same time in 80s after famously predicting the attempted assassination of Ronald Reagan John also became a rather okay stage magician using his real magic to supplement his acts.

During this time John had his first real taste of being a hero battling the occult... only for it to stereotypically end horribly. On tour with the band in at Casa Club Nova in Newcastle, John stumbled across the depravity that was the aftermath of a deprived magical orgy. The cause of it was a girl known as Astra abused and used by those adults who were tormenting her she summoned a demon that now refused to leave. John thinking that he was still the hottest shit in the world since sliced bread decided to gather his bandmates and some other occult friends together to help the girl and banish the demon. John attempted this by summoning a large and powerful demon of his own, a demon that was not under his control when he summoned it. After the demon destroyed the lesser foe summoned by Astra it turned on them tormenting John's friends scarring many of them mentally and dragging Astra down to hell. John visibly shaken after this overcome with grief and guilt suffered a more than minor psychological breakdown. He was committed to Ravenscar Psychiatric Hospital where he would become a frequent patient coming in and out over the years.

A Swamp Thing and Messing With God

John had another series of smaller adventures in the period before 1985 when he would meet Swamp Thing. This included being strong armed by ganster into resurrecting there leader's dead son under threat of them harming Cheryl and her family. John would meet this group years later to look into the illusive and dangerous Brujería cult which ultimately resulted in disaster when everyone involved was killed- including John's then girlfriend Emma these ghosts among others still haunt John to this day continually looking upon him with judgemental eyes.

In '85 he first met the Swamp Thing after John became interested in rumors of the creature and swaught him out. John would end up having a close relationship with Swamp Thing acting as guide, protector, interpreter, teacher and yes friend. They go on many adventures together John introducing the Swamp Thing to Parliament of Trees a group of planet emissaries that John met on his own travels, to helping Swamp Thing have a child with his wife to produce Swamp Thing's child Tefe and even fighting off an army of the damned sent by the Antichrist to destroy the world. Their relationship was generally good with John even inviting Swamp Thing to his 40th birthday party years later. During this time John would contract terminal lung cancer which started a long and arduous quest to save himself and those he loved from torment. This included his friend Brendan who in A bid for power sold his soul to the First of the Fallen one of the greatest demon lords in hell and the first creature to be damned for eternity. John tricked the First of the Fallen to drink Holy Water rendering him weak for a time and unable to claim his friends soul but in the process he swore revenge for the transgressions against him.

The First promised John eternal suffering in hell when his cancer finally consumed him. Slowly dying Constantine had to figure out a way to cheat death again and to nobody's great surprise he found a way. Performing one the greatests cons of his life John sold his soul to two seprate lords of hell. Because of this the lords could not let him die or else they would be forced to fight over his soul and one of them would certainly die in the process meaning that the only winner would be God himself. John was subsequently cured of his cancer. The First having heard of this become rather mad and hatched a scheme of revenge against the mage. While the First's plan did not succeed the aftermath was horrendous with many of John's closest friends dying in the process.

Constantine then went on to have a series of adventures and misadventures playing the role of puppet and puppeteer with his signature style and profane sarcasm. He managed to free Astra and every other child in Hell, but at the cost of the First returning to power; also, as part of the scheme, John's worst attributes were given separate existence as "Demon Constantine" in the process saving his own soul from eternal damnation. As part of an attempt to regain his nastier edge, he used Ellie a demon and close ally of his, and this led to her taking out a revenge scheme in 1998 that forced him to turn to the First for help; Ellie ended up in Hell and several of John's oldest friends left him. John, being tired of all this, contacted God. God appears and the two converse in a campfire. John then tells him his reason for contacting Him. He warns God that if his soul is ever sent to Hell, he would easily take over, and do nasty things such as unleashing the demons and locking away Hell so that the damned cannot enter and have no resting place. John blackmails God to do his bidding, and that's to keep his soul away from Hell. God, knowing of John's abilities, does so. But warns him of what will come next. (And that was the time that John passed an intimidation check on God himself.)

21st Century Boy

After spending several years traveling and going on miscellaneous adventuresand helping other heros of the world John returned back to England in 2003. He became acquainted with his sister Cheryl whom he had previously had thought to have been dead for all these years and became involved with a great magical war brewing in London. During this time he discovered that his niece Gemma had become a witch... something that John was less than pleased about. He ended up having to fight a creature known as the Shadow Dog whom he had originally presumed to be a creature of inherent madness, was actually serving as the barrier protecting our world from a far greater evil known as The Beast. The battle hard fought and in the end the Beast is defeated but at the cost of John's memories.

As a result of this John was forced to do what he does best make another deal with yet another devil. The devil
in this case was a seducing femme fatale known as Rosacarnis. To regain his memories and continue his life would have to spend one day in the service of the demon. During this time John was more or less forced to father three demonic children who proceeded to massacre anybody that even knew the Name John Constantine. Among them was his sister Cheryl - her husband manipulated by one of these demon offspring into drawing out his religious fanaticism to kill her because she was a witch and filled with sin. John unable to live with this fact would end up going to hell once more to try and save his sister from damnation.

John would not be alone in this journey accompanied by an old foe of his that he thought he killed long ago a demon by the name of Nergal. John and Nergal are forced into an uneasy alliance as they enter Hell here they are forced to work together to fight John's darkside, John having to let Nergal enter his body to be able to summon the power to defeat the demon. Here John meets Ellie who had forgiven John for letting her be dragged to down to hell and helps guide him to confront Rosacarnis. At Rosacarnis hall many are in attendance including John's three demon children, the First of the Fallen and many other demons. John begged Rosacarnis to take his own soul in exchange for his sister's but before the killing blow can be dealt The First kills Rosacarnis in one swift blow and two of John's three demon children - leaving the girl alive because she was already in great mental torment and stuck in one hell of an existential crisis.

The First explained to John that only he could kill him and commanded Nergal to release Cheryl's soul for she is innocent of any transgression. Though before any celebrations could occur the First explained a minor problem that had to be dealt with. John's brother in law still had blood on his hands, he was a murderer and would be damned to hell even if he was manipulated. The First then explained that he was a fair man and offered Cheryl a deal of sorts. She could stay in hell and her husband's sentence would be fairly divided between them. Despite her husband's actions she knew he was not himself when he struck her down and still loved him. So she accepted the deal presented and The First after all these years got the revenge he so long desired. John was sent back to the world of the living where unable to explain his failures to his niece, ran out into the night away from London and the world of magic. Nobody has seen him since.

| Attributes |

• High intelligence
• Tremendous cunning
• Deep knowledge of the magical arts
• Strong magical prowess
• Demonic Blood slows down aging

| Character Notes |

London

The London in the world of John Constantine is similar to our own in many ways. The people, the streets, the landmarks, and the history are nearly identical. Though there is something else there a dark undercurrent seen in the fog ridden streets, a fear that had been present in the city since Jack The Ripper haunted its streets. Constantine's London is dark and filled with grime, grit and a hundred different things that want to kill you. Though in many ways these are just reflections of our own society magnified and presented to their extreme. While magic exists things are still grounded in reality.

Allies and Enemies

• Francis "Chas" Chandler: One of the only people John can constantly count upon and the one that has made it through all of his adventures still intact through it all.
• Ellie: A succubus and old friend of John, last seen spending her days in hell still has a soft spot for the aging mage.
• Cheryl: John's older sister and one of his only friends growing up, currently in hell with her husband Tony after the events with Rosacarnis.
• Gemma: John's niece and an up and coming Witch. Last time they spoke John ran out on her after failing to save her mother and father.
• The Trenchcoat Brigade: Consisting of Doctor Occult, Mister E, Phantom Stranger, and Rose Psychic along with Constantine. These group of occult heroes would occasionally get together to deal with problems that they would not be able to confront on their own.
• Swamp Thing: John and Swamp Thing have a close if a tad dry relationship with another and are always willing to give one another a hand.
• The First of the Fallen: The damn nearest thing John has to an archenemy of sorts. First lord of hell, very old and very powerful. Does not like John not one tiny little bit.
• Nergal: The two have had a complicated relationship ever since Nergal give John his first cigarette back when he was just a kid and John proceeded to steal the whole pack from him. They run into one another once in awhile.

| Character Goals |
First of all Vertigo totally counts as DC right? Since nowadays they all have been thrown into the DC unviese anyway and with all the crossovers and such. Anyway where do I begin with John Constantine expect for that the fact that while other kids were reading Batman and marvel comics I was reading Hellblazer. John Constantine is a fascinating character not just because of how fun he is to write in his snippy, sarcastic style or the complex jigsaw puzzles of story arcs that he goes through. The reason I think he is one of the best characters in print is because of how human he is in his actions. Despite being able to out debate God and swindle demons out of immortality, he is always at the end of the day reminded that he is human. He is haunted by his mistakes like any other person and can't catch a break. While everybody else gets closure and gets to move on with their life not John he has to keep on fighting, keep on getting dragged into whatever circumstance is thrown his way.

I would like to examine that part of him a little bit more, there is this year gap upon which he just vanishes from the face of the Earth after the Rosacarnis arc. We presume he wanders and goes soul searching for a bit but we never really see what happens. I would like to explore that gap and maybe evolve the story a little bit more from there. The idea of showing how his guilt affects him and how he overcomes that and maybe helps some others along the way. Because in a world of supermen John Constantine is very much just a normal bloke who happens to be able to do some magic and that I find is pretty cool. So I think I'll be able to keep up with posting because exploring this character and seeing how everybody else explores their own characters, seems like one hell of a ride that I wouldn't mind hopping onto.

| References |
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Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South [Open]

Hello! Valkyria Chronicles is a fairly excellent game and if you are still in need of bodies I would be more than willing to help out. I even wrote up a CS for your viewing pleasure.

Mascen Canus

He stands relatively average in height at about 177 centimeters in height. He has a pale complexion despite any attempts otherwise leading to some rather annoying cases of sunburn. Mascen is not the biggest man defending Gallia in terms of muscular bulk more akin to something like Brad Pitt in Fight Club than hugely muscular, more lean and svelte in his build. While out on deployment his hair starts to become more untamed at its longest reaching the shoulders with a grizzly swatch of hair decorating his face though rather minimal compared to some as no matter if Mascen could even want to full beards were just never in his life's destiny. His teeth when he smiles are crooked and unset evenly a reminder of his backwoods background.

Mascen Canus

Gender: Male
Age: 23

Rank: Lance Corporal
Class: Sniper

Weapons and Equipment:

• Brondel M1: He prefers the superior stopping power found in the Brondel even if it means he has to be more dead on with each hit due to the drop in accuracy as compared to the GSR.
• Small Ragnaid Canister: One use generally, he would prefer it he didn't have to use it at all.
• Hunting Knife: A token of simpler bygone days.

Personality:
Mascen may be the most laidback individual that can blow your head off from 800 meters away. It may be because of his upbringing mostly in on his father's account who was fond of telling him things like "Boy, call a jack a jack. call a spade a spade. but alwus call a 'oor a lady. their lives are 'ard enoof, an' it never 'urts ter be polite." and the importance of never worrying too much about life and treating everybody you meet with kindness. He finds joy in the simple things of life like a pleasant breeze in the springtime or a well cooked stew. He does not revel in the death he creates and killing people was never something that really spoke out to him as the way for his life to go. What he does appreciate is the "artistry" of his work being able to find a target so far away you can barely see him with your eyes and being able to match the wind and everything else to hit your mark in a way it's rather fulfilling at least or some core level to him.

Bio:
Mascen was born in the forests of southern Gallia on the border of the Kloden Wildwood rather stereotypically in a log cabin. His father like his father before him was a licensed lumberer of the crown it was a simple existence chopping down trees and occasionally heading out to town to sell the lumber to the factories and carpenters before doing it all again. The cabin was a relatively lonely place his mother having died when Mascen was still young and his father out at work most of the time. Mascen ended up taking care of himself more often than not, walking by himself through the woods to town to attend what little schooling he could at the local village. He was fairly popular among his peers with his inviting smile and reasonable athletic ability. Thus was the early years of his life characterized by simple actions of helping his father, wandering about and having torrid affairs with the pretty village girls. All in all he really could not complain about things for a long time.

Though as he grew older things started to become more difficult as the wave of change crashed over him. Mascen's father had grown ill, the type of sickness that you just don't end up getting over. As his illness progressed the two's relationship started to become more strained. His father had begun to push him towards taking up the family trade and becoming a lumberer, to take up his old work boots and start working at the lumber yards like a real man. His reasons for it were kind and just knowing that he didn't have much longer that at least his Son would have a stable foundation and some roots so that he could have a nice life. Mascen though saw things differently, he looked upon their meeger existence in an empty aging cabin and with barely a broken pot to piss in. It wasn't the life that he had dreamed of having, he wasn't going to be some lumberer he was going to find his own path in life. So tension become resentment and anger but the day he turned eighteen he left after one last heated argument never to return to that small log cabin in his woods, that heated conversation would be the last he would have with his father.

Mascen stayed true to his word and spent the next two years wandering the world going wherever he seemed fit through Gallia and the grander world. He learned the ways of a traveler and living on the road without a warm bed beneath him skills that would come in use once the war began in earnest. He took any oddjob that came his way and because of it has an odd plethora of random and mostly useless knowledge and trivia at his disposal. Evidently a wrenching nostalgia of sorts brought him back home to the Wildwood, he took up work as a hunter and a fur trader brushing up on his skills with a gun. He rarely went into town become a recluse of sorts keeping to his lonesome and living off the land. Out there in the woods with little human contact and seemingly isolated from the world whispers of unrest rarely reached him. Though in the early days of March on the dawn of war, he was on his monthly run in town selling the animal parts he had acquired in exchange for more supplies to last the month when he heard unsettling news. He knew what he had to do not that he was going to like it one tiny bit.

RP Sample:

Badump, Badump, Badump the percussive beat of his heart always seemed amplified when he was lining up his shot. He was kneeling next to a large pine his rifle aligned next to it to give him some semblance of balance. He peered down the ironsight of the old hunting rifle towards his target - a deer way off in the distance taking a drink from a small stream. He tried blocking out the other sensation of the world the chipper of the birds, the sweat trickling down from his forehead or the slight rumble in his stomach from having not eaten in about a week as the game in the area had been sparse. He instead focused on what was important the slight tremor in his hand, the breeze and the fact that the rifle had a tendency to place its marks to the right of where you actually aimed it. Taking these factors into account he pulled to the left of the target and up above to account for drop. Another breath and then he fired. A snapcrack as a bullet was launched forward, his target looked up but it was too late the bullet finding its mark. The great buck staggered before dropping to the ground.

"Sorry friend but Mister Mascen has to eat sometime." The hunter muttered to himself as he shouldered his rifle and stood up. He walked briskly across the space between him and his fallen prey whistling a small work tune that he had picked up some time ago in his travels. Reaching the recently deceased buck he looked down at his work - he hit it below the eye at least the poor thing wouldn't of felt the pain from long. It was a solid creature and would have enough meat on it to last him for some time and the antlers would fetch a fair price at market. He shuffled around in his jacket before producing a small hunting knife, the handle was worn but the blade was fresh and shined in the midday light. He knelt down in front of the beast and began to harvest the bounty of his hunt. It was just another average day of Mascen reminding himself of his own mortality as he partook in the circle of life.

Brothers All - A Mandalorian Story

@Fat Boy Kyle
He'd be able to hear them their communications are squad based so as long as they are in range which they currently are everybody can hear everybody.

Brothers All - A Mandalorian Story

@Gowi
Later, don't worry I have not forgotten about the highly flammable nature of Xoxin shit will become filled with dramatic fiery death when the time is deemed appropriate. I prefer to start things off with a slow burn rather than a infero right at the start XD

@Sep
Well hopefully it won't be sleep is also important so go sleeeeep.

Brothers All - A Mandalorian Story

And there you go! Depending how you guys react.... well things can go in two totally different directions. XD

Brothers All - A Mandalorian Story

"Shabla droid." The rally master commented mostly to herself as she watched 2020 come in for a landing with the subtly of a Firaxan shark. She still wondered watch bastard she had offended to have gotten to have the bucket of bolts assigned to her squad but she couldn't do much about it now, she would make do as was their way. She listened as the rest of Mynock began to check in everybody seemed to at least made it through the descent, more than could have been said for some others the smoke still rising in the sky from the remnants of crashed transport shuttles. A few minutes passed as they all began to began to gather in the clearing, they came out of the literal woodwork some with a little more blood on them and a few added scorch marks but nothing that Rika had to address as they were still alive and that was what mattered at the moment. They were going to need all hands on deck to even have a chance at taking down the installation so any unnecessary deaths early on would just put a wrench in the machine that Rika really did not feel like dealing with.

Once they were all gathered together with a hand she gestured them to center of the clearing signaling them all to take a knee as a she produced a small circular disk - a portable holoprojector which upon contact with the ground shuddered to life casting a blue glow as it produced an image. It was a topographical map of the surrounding area showing a variety of information small triangular shapes with labels above them each for the different shock trooper squads sent in on the first landing some were already on the move, others stationary like them going over orders, and some strangely absent from the map having been killed before they could even touch down. Lines traced the map in a patchwork pattern marking predicted Republic patrol routes and garrison locations. For all that the Neo-Crusaders image was of violent raiders coming down almost upon savage whims each and every raid had careful planning and weeks of intelligence gathering backing it before the main event, to know your enemy was to win the fight as the saying went. She slowly pressed some commands and the holoprojector zoomed in showing the immediate area, their objective in the far northeastern corner of the map and a slow wandering line to the installation.

"Alright I feel I shouldn't have to reiterate this but I'll explain our current state just as well, in case some of our members are too busy with their dreams of glory or plans to assassinate comrades. Remember, I can hear everything you shabiirs decide to say whether you like it or not my privilege or rather punishment of being the boss. Or at least have the common sense to take off your helmets before you start talking so that I don't have to listen to your crap." She explained with a dry tone that sounded much more along the lines of distinrest than chastising in nature. "We have been assigned the task of taking out a Republic Planetary Defense Cannon located on the Ersu Plateau to the northwest of here. Problem is the cannon is in the center of a very heavily guarded Republic outpost. We got dropped off about as close as we could get without being instantly vaporized by anti-air installations. Meaning we are going to be outgunned, and outmanned every step of the way just as we like it. We have to exit this forest and make our way across a wide expanse of open fields with little to no cover after that we sweep through the Village of Loust at the Ersu Plateau's northern face crippling the communications array set up there. From there we start climbing up the northern face and right up to the target, hope none of you have any problems with heights."

"Understood? Great, because you don't get a say in the manner as you all know." She explained rising to her feet the smirk on her face almost visible beyond the helmet. "Alright everybody form up on me. Dredd your on point with me, Russ and Enu you two hold the center, 2020 go with Mar and watch our flanks stay about six meters out from us on either side but keep radio contact, and Ryleer hold the rear make sure no bastards get the drop on us. Let's move." And without further commands or orders they all began to fall into their respective positions. They left the clearing behind them and entered the forest proper. The grass hung high and the trees clustered close together provided a decent level of cover with them. As they got closer to one of the more well established and travel worn paths that snaked through the forest, a snapping of a branch was heard and a flicker on her HUDS motion sensor. She made a hand signal quick ordering them all to drop to the ground hoping 2020 and Mar on the edges had enough sense to drop down without witnessing the gesture.

Out from further down the path a group came at a moderate walking speed. These soldiers were different from the militia that some had encountered up to this point, with battle hardened faces and scorched and dented armor it marked them as Republic soldiers veterans at that skilled or lucky enough to have lived as long as they had. They hung in tight uniform positions footfalls all falling in line with one another as they moved through the forest. Leading the pack was two robed figures both male one a Cathar and the other appeared to be a Zelosian. They were talking amongst themselves seemingly without care to the amount of noise they were making as they drew closer to where Mynock was lying upon the ground. As they drew closer Rika was able to pick on what the Zelosian was saying "Did you see how he screamed when I stuck him? What a baby, I thought these Mandalorians were supposed to be feared warriors. Or maybe that was just another lie from the council they said this was supposed to dangerous and that is why they forbid or action but this is just a joke.

"Dangerous in battle maybe not Nar, but for the mind the temptations of the darkside come greatest in the height of battle. You do best to remember that." The Cathar responded his voice sounding tired and old as he ushered his small group forward passing right by where Mynock was laying right off the path among the shrubbery and fallen leaves. As they passed the Zelosian known as Nar stopped moving as if a grand stroke of inspiration had just hit him. He held his hand up ordering the troops to stop and getting an inquisitive look from his Cathar companion. The zelosian ignited his lightsaber a pure blue the color signifying that of a Jedi Guardian as he stepped near to where Rika and the rest lay hidden. He used the lightsaber to ignite the darkness around him as he stepped forward getting closer and closer. The whole time Rika remained still and umoving laying closer to the ground as the Jedi stopped almost within lunging distance of them. Rika whispered into her comms one message to her squad.

"Do not engage... Repeat do not engage. "