Divergence in Destiny (Star Wars RP)

Tatooine


After walking a few steps, Chuka shrugged. "Ok, so you've got me there. Nothing is coming to mind." As read the message Chuka's shoulders slowly sag, groaning can be heard through his helmet. Walking over to the nearest wall he punches it three times. "Well I'd say get a drink. I've still got some creds and some trade coin." His anger right below the surface. "Then we punch that ad'ika in the face!" (boy) He heaved a large sigh and started off down the street. Today just kept getting better and better.


@folclor
 
Tattooine





Jace after getting the message said "This is why I am glad I don't leave much in my electronic currency account too easy to steal in a cowardice way. Bounty hunter prefer cash anyway. Though too bad this means I am not getting paid for this by the Empire. Not like electronic currency is worth much considering most worlds are still recovering from war debt. However I know where I can get paid for this." Eventually Jace sighed and figured he should go find to get him off world and back to Mandalore, being Illya and Chuka were not likely going to pick him up as normally he would've been cornered and killed in such a situation.
 
Tatooine





Nine tendrils of plasma shot towards Trakus as he began to cut into the ship. Whether they hit or not, Nah-Iblen appeared behind the Sith.


"Sneaky. But you didn't really think I wouldn't try to stop you, did you? Because if you did, you're a much bigger fool than I thought you were."


In his free hand, Nah-Iblen drew a knife and hurled it at Trakus, using the force to send it speeding forward like a bullet from an archaic gun.


@folclor @hudhouse @ArisenMoon
 
Tatooine





"No, I'd bet he'd leave us here if we don't go back to our ship. We have alcohol on the ship. I'm done with today. I'll contact Davoosi and see what he has for us. Maybe we can grab something decent enough to recover some of our loss." Illya sighed and hung her head. "This day..."


@Grim Wraithe Stjerna


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Why'nn heard the battle beginning on top of the ship and considered going up to help her master. However, she could be a liability. So, instead, she went to the ship's weapons systems and brought them online. Once she had visual, she opened fire at the man her master was fighting.


@TommyGun15 @ArisenMoon
 
Tatooine


Smiling Darth Trakus deactivated the saber, he snapped his body to the side, dodging the initial attacks by a few inches, before coming up and rolling to the side, reactivating his saber. "I was hoping you would come out, I was disappointed you left before we could talk." Launching himself forward, Darth Trakus slid the blade along the hull of the ship, cutting a large gouge along his path, as he came forward, slashing the blade with a upward stroke towards Nah-Iblen.


Before he struck though, he saw the weapon mount of the ship swivel around to face them, and he quickly turned, jumping off the ship.


@TommyGun15 @folclor
 
Tatooine





Nah-Iblen reached out with the force as Trakus tried to jump away and caught him in midair.


"Oh? You're going to run away? Fine then, maybe you'd rather go help out your friend."


With a flick of his wrist Nah-Iblen sent Trakus flying in Tyran's direction, where the Juggernaut was still fighting both the crowd and the Rancors. While the crowd had devolved into a chaotic mess of people shooting each other, the Rancors were focused on the Juggernaut, and now Trakus too. They weren't like the Rancor Manara had. These were Dathomirian Swamp Rancor, which mean that they were a whole, lot, bigger.


The two Rancors were burned in a few places where the Juggernaut had been able to hit them, but overall they were still fighting at close to full strength. The glared down at the two Sith, ready to much on their bones.


Nah-Iblen called out to the two as he hopped into his ship, the damage dealt being minor enough for them to escape the planet.


"Bye you two! See you later!"


Then the ship rose into the sky, and began to dodge and weave it's way through the blockade.


@folclor @ArisenMoon @hudhouse
 
Nah-Iblen's Ship





Why'nn let out a sigh of relief as they escaped Tatooine and she unstrapped herself from the gunner seat, moving over to her master and giving him a hug from the side. "I can't believe Mother wants to kill you." She nuzzled him gently. "She said you aren't my master. She said I betrayed her when I told you that you were being sent off-world. I don't think she'll be happy if you go back to Korriban. But... thank you for saving me from those bounty hunters. I don't want to know what might've happened if you weren't there."


@TommyGun15
 
Tatooine


As Darth Trakus flew to the ground, he quickly turned with the flight, tucking his legs in as he rolled with the impact, before quickly coming up, twirling his blade to deflect a few stray laser bolts that came too near. Kicking a dying man out of his way, he quickly turned to face the rancors coming at them, changing into a defensive position.


Turning, he began picking up the living and dying mercs, tossing them at the incoming rancor in an attempt to delay their advance. Throwing a few, he quickly turned, drawing his blaster pistol and firing at two mercs who were trying to flank him. Shouting over to the juggernaut, Darth Trakus asked "Got any ideas here, juggernaut?"


@hudhouse @TommyGun15
 
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Tatooine


Tyran screamed as he watched the ship escape him, his only chance ruined within a moment! His eyes turned blood red as realization finally struck him fully, all of his fury edged into a horrendous shape that finally pie. He then lifted up both his hands, letting them burn with pure wrath and fury. Pitch black lightning zoomed down his form before he yelled to the air. His armor sparked and burned his very flesh, but he didn't care. He simply filed it with the pain. His armor exploded in a flash of pitch black, allowing a massive storm of lightning to stop the hearts of the crowd if they did not take his Que of his roar. He let the unstable fury funnel for a few moments before he directed it to the two Rancors. He screamed with such fury and anger that would rend the force even greater around him, turning him into a Wound like his blade,

"GET THE FUCKING HELL OUT OF MY WAY!!!"

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The whole event was over in 15 seconds. Tyran would drop to the floor nude, his legs and arms burned to ash. His face was blanked to a crisp, and any of his wounds that weren't cauterized were bleeding golden sap. He couldn't go on anymore, but he could attempt one final weak spot. His telepathy reached up to 5 kilometers... so he hoped he could reach out to Why'nn. He spoke out to her, the weak voice easily ignored, "...Please listen to me... I just want to show you a truth about your master. Do you know what happens to the slave girls within his care...?" The near zombie looking crisp looked up to the fleeing ship, his eyes slowly opening to tiny glowing emerald dots. He couldn't cry even if he wanted to. He was next to dead, but the sun would still shine even if he did perish. All he needed was water...
 
Nah-Iblen's Ship





A voice seemed to reach her and Why'nn's brow furrowed. It sounded like the Juggernaut. She still held onto her master, but put all the effort in she could to reply.


"He... I don't know what he does with them." Though she didn't have a reason to listen to or believe him, she'd felt he was a sweet creature and she wished him well. Therefore, she did not close herself off to him. "Tries new tortures?" That was her best guess, at least.


@TommyGun15 @hudhouse
 
Tatooine


Pushing the pile of bodies Darth Trakus had used as cover off him, he slowly sat up, groaning from the pain spread across his entire body. Whatever the juggernaut had done, it had almost taken his life as well as the rest, only the quick use of the dead as a shield had saved him. Rising to his feet, Darth Trakus let out another groan, as his once crimson armor, now scorched black, grated against his skin. Raising his head, he looked around the scene of devastation, a sea of bodies, including the large rancor bodies.


Walking over to what looked like a lifeless corpse, Darth Trakus inspected what used to be Tyran. Letting out a near animal snarl, he turned, ignoring the body, as he went over to the hangar doors, prying them open with the force. As the blaring sunlight shone into the hangar, Darth Trakus turned, walking back over to Tyran. "You nearly killed me, brute...but, you may have also saved me. For that, I will leave you here alive. But if we cross paths again, I will not forget this day..."


Turning away, he walked out of the hangar, signalling for a transport to take him back to the Manticore for medical treatment.


@hudhouse
 
Nah-Iblen's Ship





Nah-Iblen sensed something reaching out to his ship with the Force. But it didn't seem to be coming towards him... it seemed to be targeting Why'nn. From the look on her face, she was receiving some sort of message. Well, he couldn't have that now could he? He gently placed his hand on Why'nn's head, using the Force to drown out other thoughts and voices, and he placed a command upon her.


"Why'nn my dear apprentice, you must be tired from your ordeal. Go in the back, lie down in one of the bunks, and sleep. When you awake, we will have arrived on Dathomir."


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folclor said:
Nah-Iblen's Ship



A voice seemed to reach her and Why'nn's brow furrowed. It sounded like the Juggernaut. She still held onto her master, but put all the effort in she could to reply.


"He... I don't know what he does with them." Though she didn't have a reason to listen to or believe him, she'd felt he was a sweet creature and she wished him well. Therefore, she did not close herself off to him. "Tries new tortures?" That was her best guess, at least.


@TommyGun15 @hudhouse
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Tatooine
Pushing the pile of bodies Darth Trakus had used as cover off him, he slowly sat up, groaning from the pain spread across his entire body. Whatever the juggernaut had done, it had almost taken his life as well as the rest, only the quick use of the dead as a shield had saved him. Rising to his feet, Darth Trakus let out another groan, as his once crimson armor, now scorched black, grated against his skin. Raising his head, he looked around the scene of devastation, a sea of bodies, including the large rancor bodies.


Walking over to what looked like a lifeless corpse, Darth Trakus inspected what used to be Tyran. Letting out a near animal snarl, he turned, ignoring the body, as he went over to the hangar doors, prying them open with the force. As the blaring sunlight shone into the hangar, Darth Trakus turned, walking back over to Tyran. "You nearly killed me, brute...but, you may have also saved me. For that, I will leave you here alive. But if we cross paths again, I will not forget this day..."


Turning away, he walked out of the hangar, signalling for a transport to take him back to the Manticore for medical treatment.


@hudhouse
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Tatooine


Tyran looked over to Darth Trakus before attempting to speak but realized his lungs were charred too. He just couldn't apologize... but he could make things right. He went back to Why'nn. He spoke to her, "...He tortures them, then turns them into meat and eats their flesh. He even fed them to you. Assuming for his love of Rancors... was he also the one that released Rancors into a civilian district on Korriban... killing a few hundred civilians and about thirty soldiers? I ask of you to make all of the dead right... he has killed thousands of his own men and women and children of the Empire for his own fetishes. Your a prodigy, poke his mind about the details or ask him. You have aten the flesh of Xenos and even other Sith Pureblood because of your master... and I just want to see you safe..." The ship would probabely finally get out range for his telepathy, so he would just sit there on broken legs helpless. He would bask in the starlight, trying to build himself a tiny body so he could hunt for water.
 
En Route to Geonosis





Jace knew how he could get paid just knew he wasn't likely to survive, he had managed to contact some people who had been trying to reach him for a long time. He contacted those who ran the Gladiator Arena of Geonosis as they were the only ones with enough hard currency to pay the amount he needed. He was a champion of that arena but as he left there naturally was another who rose to that title apparently many high paying people would like to the the former champion and new champion fight, hence why they had been trying to contact him. But Jace had no reason to do so until now. He had such plans for that money and wasn't ready to let it go.


So now he was on a slave ship heading to Geonosis along with a few who had been bought this day to become gladiators. Jace both envied and pity them as he missed the days of glory and simplicity fighting in the arena. But he knew better than anyone it was not all glory and more the guts that were spilled upon the sands. He had handed Nah Iblen's credit chip to one of the men on the ship who scanned it then destroyed it, Jace figured it would have something to do with the money but not sure what. He wasn't a master hacker and frankly hated the electronic currency systems.
 
Nah-Iblen's Ship





Why'nn began to get a message but then Master placed his hand on her head and she suddenly found herself very tired. "Yes, Master," she murmured, giving him another hug before she walked, her footfalls soft, to the bunks and collapsed on the nearest one. Hadn't there been another voice? Hadn't it wanted to tell her something important? Something about Master? She couldn't remember. It was hard to think. So tired.


The girl curled up into a ball and closed her eyes, falling into a deep sleep. The Force had blocked out Tyran's message. If it hadn't she would be in a much different state now. However, in her mind she was safe upon Master's ship. They were going to Dathomir, somewhere she'd never been before. A few errant thoughts remained on the surface. Was Connor okay? Would HK-50-01 be all right?


@TommyGun15 @hudhouse
 
Tatooine / Hyperspace


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Ripping out of the flesh of Tyran came a tiny little stick beast. It ran into the nearest bar, using a data chip to protect itself. It grew into a bark snake, climbing up a large wall to end up on the counter. It twirled around, looking at the bar keeper. The tiny beast spoke in the most high pitch voice imaginable, "Borrow your hose, please?! 20,000 credits worth of Watah! Pleeaaassee sirrr?!" The Barkeeper pretty much just stared at the little thing before whistling. It spoke in its native tongue, "Bashu Kimrad vala grush bkaaaa!" The bodyguard would lift up a private hose from the back of the bar and make sure the little guy didn't get squished or use to much water.


It took ten minutes but watering the corpse brought Tyran back to life. He armored himself in thick dragonlike scales that were coated with the sand of the desert around him. He bowed with respect to the Body Guard, who promptly ran back to the bar so he no longer had to be around the hundreds of dead bodies and RANCORS. Tyran finally identified what type of Rancor it was, TYRANT Rancors. Grew up to 20 meters large and just a couple of meters below the size of an AT-AT walker. Tyran extended his arm and drank deep from the Rancor's nutrients, using the materials in its body to harden his bio-scale armor. Fortunately for himself, he had no nervous system due to being a plant so force lightning would have to completely obliterate him! Becoming an artificial wound in the force had made his powers go unstable... but now that he was one naturally due to all the bodies? He never felt so alive...


Tyran marched on, now four feet tall to his ship. The filters made all of the gas in the room practically carbon dioxide and Nitrogen. Bacteria lining the walls fixed it into compounds which were sent via a tube to the literally spiked bed of Tyran. He would promptly fall onto the bed, allowing himself to get impaled but filled with materials and nutrients. He began to grow back to his newest height, but it was just a quick resupply to make him alert for his training. He would go back to Korriban, where he would request another Sith Lord to teach him a new art... how to manipulate beasts into serving him. He would fight against Ina the same way he did him!
 
Tatooine/Mandalorian Ship


Illya was right. They could drink on the ship, for free, since they were now down from four to two. This has been osik(shit) day. He nodded and walked along with her back to the ship. "Yeah, we need to bounce back quick, Davoosi should have something lined up."


Once they were back onboard, Chuka took an extra couple of precautions before he relaxed. First he secured the cargo bay ramp and airlock hatch, changing the security codes. Next he did a security sweep of all the compartments. He was glad to see the pilots had come around (with some supernova class headaches), he had then scrub the comlinks and to figure out a way to change or modify the ship's transponder.


With all of that done he went to bunk and took his armour off, setting it to the side in a fashion that he could don it in a moment notice. Chuka walked into the cargo bay in a pair of loose fitting pants and skirt, grabbing God's bottle of rye from earlier. "I'm gonna jump in the refresher." He said holding up his bottle and smiling at the female that he was starting to think of as his equal in all things.


@folclor
 
Mandalorian Ship





At least the pilots weren't dead... Illya nodded at Chuka's response. She'd contact the Rodian once they were out of Tatooine's atmosphere.


"Have fun with that." Honestly, she wanted to join him but she was so angry and disappointed that she didn't want to ruin his relaxation. Illya stripped off her armor. She changed into her usual off-mission attire: a tight fitting tank top and some pants. Sighing, she headed for the comms array as the ship began to take off. "Maybe I'll join you if I get is a decent bounty."





@Grim Wraithe Stjerna
 
Geonosis





Jace stood in the sands of the arena alone for the moment except by the large crowd assembled this includes the VIP sections where he assumes most of the money made in the match by the Managers is coming from. Whether he won or lost as long as it was a good fight his conditions would be met, which they agreed to supply all payment in hard currency. He requested the 120 Billion credits, along with payment of Mandalore's war debts, and the money to replenish what money his allies had lost when their accounts were hacked.


They made Jace give up his blasters and grenades though he was allowed to keep everything else, so naturally he felt pretty good about his odds. Or rather he would have if he didn't feel this overwhelming darkness settle over the arena. Just what menance awaited him in this battle, Jace kind of regretted not doing any research on the current champion now. Well can't be helped if he must die then at least his comrades and homeland will be in a better position.
 
Felucia





Connor slid his sleeve back down over the fresh cuts on his arm and got to his feet. Pulling out the holo map once more, he looked for the ping of where this thing was he needed to find. He cared considerably less for it now, but he still wanted to find it. As he stared at the map, he moved around the ship. It appeared the item or whatever was somewhere in the ship he was in. How the hell had they managed to get this ship in here without it being destroyed, he wasn't sure. As he moved around, he looked in all sorts of places where someone might hide something, but he found nothing. Then he wondered if it was some data file that could be in the ship's computers. With a sigh, he moved around until he was back in the bridge of the ship. He then began messing with the computers, trying to see if he could turn on the computer system.


Korriban





Manara let out a laugh. "No. I am not my daughter. I am Darth Manara, and yes. I have not treated him well at all. I have tortured him countless times, you simply caught me on a day where my anger is focused elsewhere. If you had come in with that outburst on any other day, I likely would have hit you with lightning." She looked at this other person who came in and started altering the deal the droid had proposed. She shook her head. "I hate mercenaries. Always so greedy. Fine. Twelve billion. Nothing until the job is done. You bring the head and the money, you get twelve. If you don't bring back the money, you get ten. Are we agreed?"
 
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Korriban


Tyran landed and immediately set off for the nearby Academy. He marched past the slave whelps and teachers who refused to believe in the others around them. He was help tempted to go to the Jedi, but he no longer cared. He only cared for himself and his people, not these selfish Sith bastards. He returned to his own private quarters which had finally been added in while he was gone. He claimed one of his most powerful assets, a Sith Amulet. The enhancement of the Dark Side should fill in the gap of his skill. He marched down to the prison quarters and began to break the mind of a few slaves, trying to force them to his will
 
shadowstrikr25 said:
KORRIBAN



Zerek nearly used the Force to throw 09 to a wall, royally pissed that he charged in and started making demands without so much as a hello. And full-on face palmed when 09 thought this woman was Why'nn. "Displeasure: No, this is not Why'nn you dingus. I am going to pretend you didn't say 10 billion. 10 percent finders fee, man! 12 billion. Minimum. So... " Zerek turned to face Darth Manara, giving her a once over before deciding that she wasn't going to unduly kill them. " let me rephrase what my partner said. 12 billion credits if we can get the cash back to you and, as a down payment, tell me why you want Nah-Iblen dead. I deal in information, smuggling, and retrieval. I'd rather make more than less, you understand?" Zerek had finished his statement, using his companion's verbal tics to accentuate the obvious.


@HK 50 09 @KalenNighteyes
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Felucia



Connor slid his sleeve back down over the fresh cuts on his arm and got to his feet. Pulling out the holo map once more, he looked for the ping of where this thing was he needed to find. He cared considerably less for it now, but he still wanted to find it. As he stared at the map, he moved around the ship. It appeared the item or whatever was somewhere in the ship he was in. How the hell had they managed to get this ship in here without it being destroyed, he wasn't sure. As he moved around, he looked in all sorts of places where someone might hide something, but he found nothing. Then he wondered if it was some data file that could be in the ship's computers. With a sigh, he moved around until he was back in the bridge of the ship. He then began messing with the computers, trying to see if he could turn on the computer system.


Korriban





Manara let out a laugh. "No. I am not my daughter. I am Darth Manara, and yes. I have not treated him well at all. I have tortured him countless times, you simply caught me on a day where my anger is focused elsewhere. If you had come in with that outburst on any other day, I likely would have hit you with lightning." She looked at this other person who came in and started altering the deal the droid had proposed. She shook her head. "I hate mercenaries. Always so greedy. Fine. Twelve billion. Nothing until the job is done. You bring the head and the money, you get twelve. If you don't bring back the money, you get ten. Are we agreed?"
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Korriban


HK-50-09 felt a spark of anger rekindle as Zerek used one of his speech indicators. Blast , Zerek! I only use those because I can't fripping get rid of the damn things. Well.. And because its TradeMark ME , but that's besides the point.. Oh-Nine was somewhat embarrassed he had made an assumption - but , this time , he didn't let any of this (in his opinion) Weakness show. It's already bad enough I let these two see that I can be surprised by unexpected events..


HK-50-09 was doubly annoyed that his Organic - Fleshsack and Liquidiois one was used if he DIDNT enjoy the person (Which , admittedly , counted every sentient except Zerek and various droids) - Brother hadnt understood what he had said. Raxus Core , I meant Ten for EACH of us you Fleshy Idiot! Just like when I said we should take the laser turrets.. I didn't mean we should BOTH take the damned turrets! And I certainly didn't mean I could FLY , either!


The re-angered Assassin Droid ignored Zerek's request , waiting for Not-Why'nn to speak. GREAT! Why'nn is this Manara's daughter. She probably hurts him too , and she just covers it with being kind and enthusiastic. RAXUS! Maybe she just doesn't do it as harshly because of inexperienced , youthful ignorance or just because she wants to use him. Death's Namw , as if that's not happened to him before! His blade shot out - a sign of anger for Oh-Nine - and this displeasure almost made him miss the next part of the statement , one that made his eyes snap back to blood red.


Skipping the usual process of thinking through what he was about to say , he spoke as soon as she was finished. "Displeasure/Demand : Oh , I walked in on a good day? HA! You're the lucky one - lucky that I didn't initiate protocols the moment I walked in! I damn well should since you admitted you torture him , DARTH Manara. The people they give that Title to.. Back in the days of the TRUE Sith Empire , only the ruling Sith and his or her apprentice had that title. And my companion is being an idiot , as Fleshsacks - pardon me , organics - usually are. I meant 10 billion for EACH of us - that's 20 billion in case you can't complete simple problems. Oh.. Yes.. Oh-One - the Oh-One you dislike for.. Why is it you dislike him , anyway? He probably does every little thing you ask him to , doesn't he? Anyway , HK-50-01 is bringing the head , Not myself - I'm going to make sure his blasted switch gets removed if I have to remove it with a rusty fusion cutter.. It's just easier on HIM if you sanction it. Are we Agreed NOW , Manara? I certainly hope we are.. I'd rather not have to be more.. persuasive."
 
Mandalorian Ship


Chuka smiled at her and nodded, he could tell she was upset about the events of today. And to be honest so was he. "I'll be sure to use the Sonics and save the water for you." 'Solus tion'ad Ni taylir bat ner kar'ta.' (One who i hold in my heart) Adding silently with a wink to his last comment as the warrior he felt was his adla o'r te oya'karir (equal in the hunt), he was trying to hide his feelings of anger and pain. No need for both of them the brooding. Though he wished she'd join him, rather then contact their handler. He'd still be there, doing whatever he did when he wasn't being upset that they hadn't competed the job fast enough.


Moving the refresher he stepped out of loose fitting clothes and took a swig of the rye, he would rummage through the aruetii's (traitor's) things after he was done. See what they could sell and what would be useful. With Jace's things he'd just crate them up and store them for later. Jace might be back. Even if you fight with your brother, he's still your brother. As the sonic waves rolled over him he drank again thinking about the past, closing his eyes and relaxing as much as he could.


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KORRIBAN





Zerek let out a chuckle at Manara's statement that he was a mercenary. "Well... you're not wrong." He wouldn't even try to deny he was greedy, or correct Manara abut his occupation. And then 09 went off like a bomb that was never hugged as a child. 'Oh my... This is awesome. And hilarious. I still have the slug-thrower.' Zerek was impressed that 09 actually remembered to ask for 10 billion each. The last time he wasn't specific, well... there were some hull repairs that needed to be made, to say the least. "Clarity, 09. You need to work on that. And don't insult the lady's intelligence. Somehow, I get the feeling that won't make her more agreeable. And please don't break anything. I just got new toys." Zerek handed, 09 the slug-thrower, fully expecting a fight to break out thanks to 09's brash and angry demands.


@HK 50 09 @KalenNighteyes
 
Korriban


Walking quietly down the halls of one of the many tombs on this god forsaken world, Ryols pushed past a few working technicians, agitated by the delay. Since his turning on the rest of his former group, he had grown more irritable and agitated, and the new employment did little to make it better. Entering a chamber, he quickly made his way to the center of the room, where a small groups of Imperial soldiers stood waiting. Approaching, he briefly looked over the soldiers, before nodding.


"You all know the orders. We get in, we get out. Anyone who gets caught, take your own life." As the soldiers nodded their understanding, Ryols turned and followed the path he used to enter, now followed by twenty soldiers.
 
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