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[Sensei Fox]

Brounac stopped his tune abruptly as the quiet around him was disturbed. Someone was moving through the desert fast. Their speeder had to be some high quality model, far out of the realm of what swoop gangs would have. Even a well funded militia wouldn't be able to muster up such a powerful machine between then. Needless to say, the appearance of this thing was suspicious. Where was it going and why did it have to get there so urgently? It was similar to a mounted charge against an entrenched enemy or an ambush. The latter was more likely. Either way, it was finally action and it was something that he hadn't faced in a long time. Brounac placed his helmet back in its proper place around his head and took the controls of his Basilisk in hand. The Basilisk obeyed Brounac's instructions as its claws dug deep into the sand and started a sprint up one of the sand dunes in the direction of that mysterious speeder.


Once on top of the dune, Brounac look out and saw the speeder as well as its supposed target. A ship had landed and the speeder seemed to be locked on their position. He had an extreme doubt that it was a friendly greeting for those disembarking the ship. He felt a rush of excitent wash over him as his metal beast jumped into the air and activated its powerful engines. They both shot off to intercept the situation that was about to happen. The speeder was easily faster than the Basilisk and would get to the ship first. Brounac watched the initial assault of the speeders' owner as he closed in. Whoever was being attacked took a heavy blow to the head. It seemed as if the speeder's owner had an single handedly claimed victory with a simple but extremely quick and deadly attack. Just moments after, Brounac noticed the glow of lightsabers coming into play. He hadn't seen that flow for some time. This battle kept getting more and more exciting.


Finally, once close enough, Brounac cut the engines and let intertia carry them forward. He drew his Bevii'ragir from its resting place on the Basilisk's hull. It took only moments for the beast to land with a ground shaking crash. The claws of the beast cut deep ridges into the sand as the weight continued forward several meters. Once at a reasonable stop, the arms of the Basilisk sprung forward like those of a predator and tossed sand in the air as it charged forward at the combative group. It stopped just a few meters away and Brounac stood atop his beast with spear in hand.


The arms of the Basilisk were at full extension making it stand 5 meters tall easily. Each of its weapons were primed and ready to fire at the discretion of its owner or of its own intelligence. The shockwave generator rod clusters at its head gave of a drone that displaced some of the nearby sand slightly. The intimidating beast was made even more terrifying with its bone armour clad master standing on its hull with the vicious spear pointed and ready to strike. Brounac's voice rang out, amplified by his helmet. It was rough and slightly distorted, not a voice that many would disobey. "Stand down, all of you." The blood red cloak that accented his armor flowed with the wind over the deserts ad he spoke and threatened to unleash his beast.

 

[RedTimbre]

The smaller man proved to be a fount of frustration as he manged to take his leg and send him sprawling out into the dirt. His armor absorbed the impact of the fall, but it wasn't long until another set of alarms began to ring from within his helmet. The suit's scanners detected the movement of the young woman in his company. However, he'd have been able to anticipate her advance even without the sophisticated equipment. Her light sabers each tore through the empty space above their hilts and the familiar sound of their energy penetrated his helmet.


The assassin quickly pushed down against Tatooine's surface in order to shove himself back upright. The green and blue beams of energy swung out at his head and it was all he could do to back down and stumble away in order to avoid them. His left hand reached down to his thick utility belt before producing an instrument that didn't look so different from one of the hilts in her hands. His thumb pressed down against its switch and an oval broad, the translucent shade of burnt flesh, sprung to life. The small barrier of pure energy was meant to serve as a shield - an instrument that predated fire arms - in close quarter combat. She swung again with each saber and sparks radiated from the impact as they collided with his energy board.


They danced around each other for only a moment until his right hand summoned the pistol from his right hip. His left hand preemptively swung wide with his shield in an attempt to catch the side of her head. Of course the action would be so thoroughly telegraphed that she would be able to step back in time. The other hand lifted the blaster and let a series of shots streak through the air between them. Again, he could only assume that she possessed the skill necessary to deflect them each with a sense of relative ease. But, landing a crippling blow was not the true intention of his actions.


He waited until she would undoubtedly be forced to offer him a moment of respite before turning on his heel. The pistol took aim again - this time his point of contention was the right knee cap of the man who owned The Shadow Wing. The full-auto switch was engaged as the hand gun unloaded its full energy store at his lower half. The assassin had been instructed to take him alive, if at all possible. That in no way dictated he should retain the use of his legs.


"Port-aft, fifty meters and closing."





The disembodied voice of a woman spoke within the confines of his helmet. It was his armor's way of warning him that a new threat approached from behind his left shoulder. The assassin turned in time to see what appeared to be some jack ass in an old Mandalorian battle suit. There was too much distance between himself and his opponents to grab one in order to use for cover. The order to stand down was given and he dropped his spent pistol. An unpredictable gust of wind pushed through the silence that stretched between each of them. He quickly began to recalculate his odds of success while his suit marked the position and tangible vital signs of those around him. His head turned up to look at the rider, but the dark tint of the assassin's visor made it impossible for anyone else to read his expression.


What an annoyance.





The Eternal Empire's agent shrugged as if to concede to the Mandalorian's command.


One one-thousand, two one-thousand, three...





His shoulders settled, and as casually as if he meant to push the hair away from his face, his right hand rose from behind his back. A small, red light blinked atop the sphere in his palm. The motion continued as if he were tossing a friend a pack of death-sticks. The thermal detonator drifted up into the air towards the new arrival. Its payload's count down had already been activated well before the assassin released it from his palm.

 

[Ginko The Mushishi]

Turin roared out in pain as the beam had struck him, he couldn't help but fall over, he had no weapons..he left them on the ship! Damn him and his causal stupidity of letting his guard down here..Of all places, he managed to stand still...He looked up and as the Assassin was being distracted by the Mandalorian, he gave a look to that Mandalorian, an ally of a faction he hadn't seen in a long time. Without further ado, as he saw the Assassin had thrown the Thermal Detonator, he leapt himself and tackled the Assassin. Slamming his fist as hard as he could on the visor, cracking it as much as possible as they tumbled down, The only thing Turin then could do was elbow the armored helmet... But with the bleeding and the ringing sound still at large, he began to slow down..

 

[Sensei Fox]

Brounac reacted immediately to the Detonator being thrown, bracing himself. He was no stranger to a feinted surrender. It was a trick employed by every stubborn smuggler and pirate in the glalaxy. Thankfully, his armored opponent had chosen a thermal detonator to use as his last ditch weapon. The detonators were extremely effective, but only within the range of 5 to 6 meters. Anything even slightly past its blast radius would be safe. Of course the blasts could be adjusted, but a hastily thrown detonator was most likely unaltered from its standard setting.


The Basilisk reacted to the throw of the detonator with Brounac. The metal beast lurched forward and launched its master forward outside of the radius of the detonator. The blast erupted perfectly over the position Brounac had previously occupied and ungulfed the Basilisk in its white flame. The blast caught parts of Brounac's cloak as he continued forward and eventually landed at a kneel with smoke rising around him. His Basilisk stood smoking as well after the blast. It's paint had been severely worn and mostly removed by the blast, but the machine itself was still functioning.


The victim of the initial assault had made a move during his time in the air and was only a few steps before him now. Brounac stood and let the half moon blade at the bottom of his Bevii'ragir swing like a pendulum as he closed the distance between himself and the armored assailant. He stood at the head of the assailant and thrust the crescent blade down to the beginning of the neck. He held it there with a tight grip and nerves ready to quickly dispatch the enemy. "Enough." He spoke to the bloodied victim who seemed to be under the assumption that bare fists could defeat armor plates. His heart was in the right place, but his methods were misguided. Still, the will to fight with this one was comparable to a Mandalorian.

 

[Ginko The Mushishi]

Turin looked at the Mandalorian, his eyes distant but his stubbornness to not go down was still at hand. As such he noticed his hand was bleeding where he had punched the visor, he had broken most of the bones in his hand it seemed, and when he had elbowed the Assassin in the face, it seemed that a horrifying pain was being sent through his elbow up to his arm. He didn't remember if he hit the Assassin's visor with his elbow, but he expected that it was indeed what he did, because he finally noticed his elbow was not only broken, it was fractured. A hairline fracture it seemed, all the way up to his shoulder. When he looked towards the Assassin, he noticed that the assassin had expected the elbow to the face, because there, it seemed the visor had now gained a protective shield...In which what had caused the hairline fracture.


Turin could barely speak as of the moment, only slurs of whatever words he tried to make out sounded like drunken babble, the Assassin probably calculated this event. Turin was not only losing blood by the minute, but the punch was so strong, and since it was an armored punch to an un-protected face, it probably knocked his brain around some. He could tell he couldn't move his jaw much, probably another reason for the slurs, his jaw was shattered along with a cheekbone. The large cut across his face would obviously scar over..

Valkorion, The Immortal Emperor watched Naboo, the gracious world of peaceful individuals, easily fallen, even with the aid of the Republic soldiers and 2 Jedi, it was not enough to hold against his army. Only 1/4th of the planet was his now. He struck the mainlands, where he knew the Republic's strongest would uphold. It wasn't totally destroyed, yes fires and explosions riddled the planet but it would sooner or later return in due time, the luscious green planet would thrive once more after this victory and conquest. Arcann had gone ahead to capture the two Jedi and the Senator of Naboo. Easy catch. The Senator was a good man with a strong heart. He would do away with the fool himself..


Valkorion walked through the Kingdom of Naboo in the capital city of Theed.. An execution of the Senator would be held now and he arrived just in time...The man was still trying to fight his way free, the young fool..He had no escape from death. When he was forced onto the Execution altar, he spat curses at Valkorion, whom paid him no attention, and let him continue with his cursing. When Valkorion ignited his lightsaber, he swiftly cut off the head of the Sentator with ease. He simply tapped the head with his foot and it went spiraling off the altar...Arcann returned with the Jedi in hand.


One, a Padawan. Only at the age of 10, the Knight who trained the padawan was in his 30's it seemed. That mattered little to him, they both were weakened, beaten brutally by Arcann obviously. When he met eye to eye with the Jedi Knight, the Knight looked up to Valkorion "You...Are a monster..A man with no soul, you're just a lie, a foul miscreant!!" The Knight simply screamed on, but Valkorion silenced him, with his voice raising over the simple man's. "On the contrary, young Knight. I am no lie, I am the truth and the way that the world should be lead. I am not fake for I am here, I have taken Naboo, I am no illusion, because the pain you feel, is the reality faced by all living things. Your fear of my presence only brings you to try and fill yourself with a sense of protection. A monster? A Deity could be a monster, and a monster a Deity, a slave could be a Conqueror and a Conqueror a slave, titles hold no special place with me. I am the Immortal Emperor because that is truth, I am forever and shall always be of Eternity." And with that simple belief. Valkorion sliced the head off of the Knight, when he eyed the young apprentice. He had no care of the child's well-being. He looked to Arcann, whom nodded. Valkorion began to walk away, and into the Senator's Chamber's of the Kingdom of Naboo. While Arcann, stabbed the child through the heart.. and with that, set ablaze to both Altar and the bodies with a single match, Naboo has now become one with the Eternal Empire.. The Republic faces a threat that grows each day, the Sith Empire, the same.. What does the Eternal Empire symbolize, what is its decisions and why does it follow this conquest of bloodshed?

 

[Obi-Wan Kenobi]

"Ugh." Darryn's head was spinning from the sudden awakening. That beeping must mean that he had reached Tatooine, which was only a good thing. Over the past few days, Darryn had been healing at a steady rate, and he now felt like he was roughly combat-ready again. However, there was one longing that he hadn't had filled. He needed a drink.


He wasn't getting any closer to one lying on the bed, so he stood up and slid through to the pilot's area. He set the ship down easily in a Spaceport in Mos Eisley. A simple shirt, robe, leggings, and sandals would be enough for this trip. He wasn't expecting trouble, and it wasn't expecting him. However, it was Tatooine, so he took his holdout blaster and dagger with him just in case. He also packed a few waterskins of ale with him. As he disembarked, blaster shots screamed in the distance, and an explosion, a thermal detonator, could be easily heard through the still air. Darryn shrugged, probably just a local gang fight. Not too unexpected.


He drank most of the ale before he reached the Cantina, as it turned out. If he were sober enough, he would have sarcastically clapped himself. Unfortunately, he wasn't, and spent most of his time pissing off the people around him instead of drinking. He leaned over to a man in the seat near him who he'd just spent the last ten minutes pissing off. "So where was I again?" He slurred out, the words tumbling from him. The man raised his nose. "Save your stupid tales for another time." Darryn fumed unreasonably. "Asshole, you had this coming." He tried to hit him across the mouth, but instead the Wookiee next to him caught the punch and grabbed him by the scruff of the neck, throwing him into a wall. Darryn figured he'd go while the going was good and he was sober enough to stand. He couldn't resist a final taunt, though. "Had your lackey fight for you, eh? Coward." He dashed out of the Cantina while he still had bones in his legs and ran around a corner to lean up against the wall and finish his drinks.

 

[Ginko The Mushishi]

Naboo had fallen, most of the planet had heard the news and swore allegiance to the Eternal Empire. But Valkorion had not given the Republic nor the Sith Empire a chance to meet their enemy, he believed it was time to do so now..a universal broadcasting of his emergence would be good enough, and so he waited, Arcann had set up everything to ensure the Sith Empire, the Republic, and citizens of every galaxy had the chance to meet their enemy, and true ruler of the universe. Arcann stood beside his father as the broadcasting began. Valkorion's cold hard face displayed well enough for all to see, his eyes as dead and hard as a corpse. Emotionless, though today he now showed a soft, warming smile as if a grandfather to his grandchildren. "Citizens of the universe, of every form and life. I am the Immortal Emperor, Valkorion. I am the leader of the great Eternal Empire, I spread truth and stability to the world. But your leaders leave me unable to negotiate specific terms with them. They have been for years neglecting what it truly means to be a Senator, a Chancellor, a hero of the galaxies. They neglect what it means to rule, what it means to keep peace and control with obedience and greatness. They neglect what should be done for all galaxies, and now I have had enough of sitting and watching as all living beings are made to suffer. I am the pillar and martyr to a Golden Age, to a rebirth of the galaxies and bring stability, truth, justice, and honor for all living beings. My son at my side I will purge the corruption from all the galaxies and usher forth my great Empire in those beliefs I uphold to you all. My Crusade has just begun and the seeds have been planted." He clenched his fist in front of the broadcast, and lifted it up to the sky...


"All living beings will one day be revered as great and powerful as a tree that has grown higher than all the others, we will be considered the greatest of all when the future is upon us. The next generation will consider us Deities for our greatness, our power, our knowledge! And to the Republic, the Jedi Order, the Sith Order, and Empire...I will crush you, and wash you away into the sea, you will be forgotten and destroyed, and in your destruction will rise a new Order, my Order. The Eternal Empire shall live, as the Immortal Emperor shall be. And with that, begins the Ceaseless Order, the beginning of an end, and the end for a beginning."


With the end of the broadcast, Valkorion appointed a leader for Naboo's control. He boarded his Warship once more, and left. His plans continued to progress quicker, the man held power in both palms. What he plans to do with it is no longer a secret, but maybe there is something even deeper to his reasons, all living beings will one day see his truth, maybe not in the correct way...But they will see it nevertheless, and when that day comes, he will have already become more than just an Emperor. Arcann at his side once more, they stared out at the stars, the galaxies. One day they would be theirs, and on that day. The Eternal Empire will no longer be a faction, it will be Law...

 

[Lexielai]

Lexstra Auria Immediately upon exiting the ship, Lexstra felt the full force of Tatooine’s infamous twin suns. Tiny droplets of moist perspiration formed against her brow. The oppressive heat was a stark contrast to the ship’s cool, air-conditioned interior.


“Greetings from the Republic,” she said as disarmingly polite as she could upon exit. Lexstra moved to shake the hand of the twi’lek who greeted them.


“I am Senator Auria, and I’ll be representing the Republic’s interests in this negotiation. I’m sure you’re already acquainted with my consort,” the blonde continued, nodding towards Shaen. She was careful to keep her voice and wording neutral, to ideally not start off on the wrong foot. It was easier to not make a mistake than it was to fix one.


She gave the twi’lek a masked smile. “If you may, I believe we are both ready to meet with your employer to begin. I’m sure we’d both appreciate finishing this business as soon as possible.”


Politics were annoying, but the game had grown on her. She supposed it was only fun to those who were good at it.

 

[BloodThunder27]

Seeing that Turin was losing blood, Jesslean realized that she needed to go find help. With the Mandolorian holding off the Assassin, Jesslean disengaged her Lightsabers and decided that getting Turin to a Doctor was more important then defeating an Assassin. Whatever the Mandolorian decided to do, was up to him. She ran over to Turin, picked him up into a piggy-back ride and started her retreat. As long as she didn't stumble into a Tuskin Raider Camp, she figured that she would be fine. Turin's life was on the line and she had to do something...Now where was the closest settlement from here...?


@Alistair

 

[RedTimbre]

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The assassin had stumbled back under Turn's weight before falling down into the sand. The internal mechanisms responsible for augmenting his movement quickly lowered a blast shield over his visor after the other man's fist connected with the glass. A small spiderweb had formed in the upper right corner of the armor's HUD, but the computer system remained wholly intact. If the Jedi hadn't utilized his gift of near-precognition: the blast shield would be enough to fracture his elbow.


Mandalorians were only good for two things: being stubborn and fertilizing a battle field with their blood. The interloper had already proven the former to be true; it was time to make good on the latter. The female Jedi approached and he seized the opportunity to pull his remaining firearm from its holster. That was when he noticed the Mandalorian's spear hovering above his neck.


"Recalculating odds for survival..."





The suit's A.I. retained its calm demeanor as it spoke to him in that same eloquent voice. The assassin's features went slack from behind his visor as waited for her to continue. The blaster pistol sat suspended by his side. He'd always wondered how a woman with a voice like that would look like. Undoubtedly, she'd be too rich for his tastes. Suddenly Turin's weight was removed from his body.


"Likelihood for successful termination of the acquired target: 2%.


Likelihood of User capture and incarceration: 99.9%


Reassessing risk and technological safety protocol...


Initiating self-destruct sequence."





His jaw clenched as he listened to her speak. His suit was one of only four in existence. The technology was incredibly advanced - the ability to mitigate The Force as a weapon was its crown jewel. There was no life not worth sacrificing, if it meant keeping the tech out of enemy hands. Capture was not an option.


The assassin suddenly reached up to grab the Mandalorian's spear with his right gauntlet. His fingers wrapped around the blade, causing it to carve into the metal plates. The blast shield that hid his visor swung open and he lifted his head to watch the ridiculous image of the woman carrying his target away.


"Recalculating likelihood for successful termination of the acquired target: 38.4%. Detonation in three... two... Good bye, User: The Eternal Empire thanks you for your service."


The air became still as all sound felt as if it were physically being drawn in towards the suit's core. Octave by octave, every pitch was muted until only silence remained. That silence was suddenly replaced by a high-pitched ringing that was almost beyond the grasp of the human ear. It plunged down into a deep boom on the opposite end of the audible spectrum. The acoustic force pushed the suit up and off the sand as if it were going to levitate in place.


Instead, a violent burst of energy tore out in every direction from the assassin. A crater - six feet deep and seven feet wide - instantly formed beneath the space he once occupied. Two rings of visible force raced out from the explosion. The first left tiny blotches of melted sand-glass in its wake. The second carved a path that ripped rocks and gravel along with it: nothing remained of the suit but the devastation formed in its wake.

 

[Ginko The Mushishi]

Turin, though being saved by Jess, felt the explosion tore into his back, causing minor burns and cuts, the explosion was strong enough to kill him if he were any closer to the blast, but thanks to Jess, he was saved, except for the cuts and burning on his back, the broken and shattered bones in his body, he was doing well! He would need Koltol treatment, and quickly...There had to be a Koltol Tank somewhere, it couldn't be that scarce in Mos Eisley! Turin gripped Jess, tight to make sure he didn't fall. "Koltol....Tank...Find a Koltol...Tank in Mos Eisley...There has to be somewhere...Somewhere in a Hospital here.." Though he said it quite fine, it came out slurred and rather weirdly, he still was able to talk about a Koltol Tank and a Hospital, but that was about it. He couldn't move his jaw anymore, it hurt too much... He laid on her, not making a sound, soon he just passed out completely.. Hoping Jess could find someone, or some place to save him.


@Shimakage Thunder @Sensei Fox

 

[BloodThunder27]

The way he was looking, if Jess didn't hurry, Turin would surely die. Sadly he passed out, but not before giving her instructions on how to treat him. Koltol...Mos Eisley...Hospital, was all she was able to get out of him. After a few long hours, she finally made it to Mos Eisley, granted she was exhausted...and so was her Force Powers. Mentally, Physically and Emotionally, Jesslean was exhausted. She asked Locals for directions to the Local Hospital. After that, she was intent on stopping at the Canteena to relax her nerves.


@Alistair

 

[RedTimbre]

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The small smile that formed across the lower half of Shaen's face was polite and customary in practice. The Senator's affability towards playing the game was something he never would have second guessed. She was as civil as he'd come to expect. He took his turn to announce Ryann and her title as a sort of emissary to Giradda the Hutt. The Twi'lek offered her own bow before the three were taken by their droid guards to an awaiting speeder.


"Thankfully," Ryann began as she climbed into what would have been the driver's seat. "We will not be needing to make the trip all the way out to Giradda's palace. He's already waiting for you in the small estate he's recently begun referring to as his personal embassy." The area she sat is was composed of a bench seat that was more than wide enough to accommodate herself, Lexstra and Shaen. The two droids moved to occupy the back seat. A sort series of coughs sounded from the vehicle's transmission before it lifted off the ground in order to begin coasting through Mos Eisley.


"I understand that Giradda's influence here on Tatooine was virtually established over night. I was under the impression that when we last met, Ryann, that he had only just recently relocated from Nar Shadda?" The Twi'lek cast the Jedi a side long look at the sound of his conjecture.


"His presence here has acted as a boon for negotiations between what remains of the Port Authority and the rest of the Hutt family. That is why you are here, is it not? To establish exclusive rights to certain-,"


"Yes." Shaen said, simply to cut her off. Something seemed to pull at the edges of his attention as they moved past a particularly seedy cantina - even by Tatooine's standards. There was a man standing with his back against a wall in the opening of a small back ally. The Jedi shifted as if he were going to physically look over his shoulder as they passed him. "That is why we are here," he finally added in a warm tone. "But, we'll discuss that in the company of your employer. I'd hate to bore you with the redundancy of repeating our terms."


A small bout of sarcastic - yet amused - laughter caused her head to bob as she turned a little more to take him in. "Oh? I have a hard time imagining you would ever grow tiered of hearing your own voice, Jedi." The jab was forged in something close to playful.


Shaen laughed as he remained looking straight ahead. "Perhaps I'd concede to your claims of my nonexistent vanity if such a quality weren't so heavily frowned upon by The Order. I would assume, however, that such a trait does run rampant among the citizens like you - pardon - of your fair city." They continued back and forth in a manner that made it clear that this was not their first friendly, verbal sparing match.


Eventually the speeder would come to a stop on the opposite end of the city in front of what - by comparison to the surrounding engineering - was a small, lavish mansion. "You will have to forgive me," Ryann said to Lexstra as she turned in her seat to address the other woman. "Giradda is not expecting more than one emissary. I will need to go and announce your presence before I can permit either of you through the gate." She looked back at Shaen for a fraction of a second with an expression that came close to apologetic empathy.


"You two will have to wait here. My droids will accompany you, and will act accordingly: should any of our fine citizens forget whose home they are outside of."

 

[Sensei Fox]

"Sheb" Brounac cursed before he was thrown into the air by the blast wave. The armored man had apparently put in an implosion device among the other armour systems. The silence preceding the blast identified it. The blast itself was fairly standard if not for the fact that whatever the explosive charge was attached to essentially no longer existed. Whoever was inside the armour either didn't want to be captured or didn't want their armour captured. Still, it was a dishonorable death. One could argue that the man had fought and used his final weapon as a last resort. However, there was difference between fighting to the death and choosing suicide after being subdued. The latter offered no glory, at least to Mandalorians.


As dishonorable as the death was, it had still launched him several feet outside of the actual blast radius. It melted sand easily, but thankfully Beskar was near indestructible. The raw ore had a high melting point before even being strengthened. The Krayt bone outside the Beskar provided some passing to the blast as well. It was hard, but still a natural material. The bone compressed and cracked in places while shards were blown off entirely in others. Unlike with other explosives, the blast didn't leave a black residue because of the nature of the implosion. The only true burning was on the area his cloak covered. The fabric had little resistance against anything and was torn apart of burned away immediately. It was easily replaceable.


Brounac himself had been saved by his armor. As far as trauma went, the only thing that really struck him was the concussive force. Beskar'gam was designed to take concussive force well. It deflected blaster shots well and protected from elements, but Mandalorians took their highest glory in hand to hand combat. Their armor was designed to take blugeons, blades, and every mix of technology for hand weapons. The blast of an implosion was similar to a concussive maul without the physical weapon impact.


Brounac landed and cut a wide tench through the sand before finally stopping. He was dazed and his cloak had been ruined, but all together he was fine. Another advantage of Beskar'gam was that it was heavy. It took a lot of force to send the wearer flying and absorbed the landing impact well. An automatic stim injection pierced his skin soon after landing. The stim would repair most of the trauma he had suffered over a few hours and would keep him alive. He would feel the most likely severe bruising and possible broken bones later, but he would live. His armour was well sealed and would minimize any harmful movement as well. Much less could be said for the man that had been attacked.


The man was gone having been carried off by the female Jedi. A few hours had passed since he lost sight of them and Bronac's stim recovery cycle was almost complete. His Basilisk had faithfully watched over him while he recovered. It was programmed to be intelligent and loyal to its master. Thankfully, no Jawas or other scavengers had dared come near to investigate. If they had, there wouldn't be much left of them to speak of. Finally, Brounac pulled himself from the sand. His Basilisk had made sure that he didn't get fully buried so the loose granules simply fell away from his movement. His vitals were stable and pain mitigation had been initiated. There was no excuse not to move now. His Bevii'ragir had amazingly staying in his grip through the blast. It made an excellent crutch to stand up with as well as a weapon.


Brounac's attention swung towards the sound of a ship landing. He marked that his hearing was still accurate as he saw a starfighter set down close to the ship of the man who was no doubt in Mos Eisley by now. It's pilot jumped from the cockpit and cautiously approached. Brounac had finally gained footing and hovered a hand over his blaster. He still hadn't fully recovered enough for a brawl.

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Adahi had followed the signal of Turin's ship down to the planet. His own hyperdrive was significantly slower than that of Turin's ship so he arrived a bit late. Apparently, he had missed some big happening. He could see the glasses crater of some explosion while landing and Turin's ship seemed to be abandoned except for some hulking machine. The thing looked like an armored sentient beast. Needless to say, that glorious hulking machine sparked his interest. His eye had fully healed and he was excited at the chance to examine whatever it was.


As his ship landed, he saw that the machine had an owner, or prey depending on the viewpoint. From the way it was stances, it was most likely protecting its owner. It seemed to be an extremely efficient protector as well. The entire front of it seemed to be dedicated to being a mobile weapons battery. It's supposed owner appeared to be just as dangerous.


He approached cautiously after remembering the glassed crater he saw. It was entirely possible that this machine and its owner has caused that crater with Turin and anyone with him inside. His hand gripped the handle of his pistol as he neared the armour clad man and his machine. Adahi stopped on a dime as the armored figure, a Mandalorian most likely, spoke with a distorted voice.


"Are you looking for the owner of this ship?" Brounac's voice projected from his helmet. It was rougher than before, probably a result of laying silent for those hours while recovering. The pilot of the starfighter looked harmless. He seemed to only be carrying a small firearm and didn't exhibit any professional knowledge of it. It was safe to say that this person might have been a straggler on whatever journey they were on.


"Turin, yes. What happened here." Adahi was still on alert with the Mandalorian. The Mandalorian didn't seem to mean any harm, but could have been looking to tie up loose ends after a successful vaporizing.


"A hired hit. Your friend was carried of by his companion with injuries. They're most likely in Mos Eisley." Brounac walked a few paces, testing his legs, before mounting his Basilisk. The pilot obviously meant no harm. He looked somewhat like a lost child even. With that being said, it wouldn't be proper to leave him in the desert. "I will take you to them."


Adahi hesitated at the Mandalorian's offer. The only other encounter he had with a Mandalorian was trying to help one escape. Still, the Mandalorian hadn't tried to kill him or cheat him. The one before him now seemed genuinely, even if he communicated more like a droid than an organic being. The Mandalorian insisted with a hand held out to help him mount. Adahi knew enough that the Mandalorian would take off without him if he didn't accept. They were a very no nonsense people. He took the hand and braced himself in the seat. Immediately after he was ready, the machine leapt into the air and engaged its engines. He was pushed back into the surprisingly spacious rider's area and let off a scream of excitement as the sand under them parted. This was a thrill that Adahi had been seeking for a while.


They both quickly arrived at Mos Eisley and made their way through the city without the aid of the engines. Instead, machine lumbered through the streets on its mechanical arms. Everything else in the street gave way without a question or snide remark. Heads turned as well to follow the metal spectacle roaming the streets. The two dismounted the machine as they stopped at the hospital. The clerk inside directed them to a waiting room where anyone not being directly treated would stay. Brounac considered putting his name in for treatment, but decided to let his body work out the bruising on its own. His pain mitigation was still suitable.


@Alistair @Shimakage Thunder

 

[Ginko The Mushishi]

(Credit goes to @Shimakage Thunder


@Blarg222


@Volfy

 

[BloodThunder27]

After dropping Turin off at the Planet, Jesslean just went to find a cool spot in the shade. Hopefully there wasn't going to be a sandstorm anytime soon. She decided to stay right next to the Hospital. Having five different lightsabers and two blaster pistols, Jesslean didn't expect to be attacked anytime soon, because of how well-armed she was. Too bad she didn't have a Cloak or anything to conceal them. Oh well. She got down on her knees, placed her hands on them, relaxed herself, closed her eyes and went deep into her thoughts, reflecting on todays events while waiting for Turin to awaken. Her Droid just stayed by her quietly.

 

[Obi-Wan Kenobi]

Darryn Navin

Darryn may have been under the influence, but he could sense when something was up in Mos Eisley, and something was up in Mos Eisley. The town seemed less open than it usually was, almost as if Mos Eisley itself were conspiring against something or somebody. People gathered in groups and gave wary looks to those around, men were standing on street corners with weapons, and conspiratorial whispers were all around. Mos Eisley seemed like it would soon be a battleground of sorts, probably another gang battle. He could recognise the signs; he'd been caught in the middle of a skirmish before. Besides, he'd come to trust his instincts for danger more and more over the years, and right now they were screaming at him.


A speeder whizzed past behind him, and he turned to see more clearly. He couldn't make out the occupants, but he could see everyone's eyes watching it closely. He needed to get armoured up if he didn't want to die in what he thought was about to happen. He still felt reasonably drunk, but he'd trained himself to be able to make vaguely rational decisions while drunk or drugged. He pushed off the wall and staggered down the streets back towards the Spaceport where The Free Spirit, and his weapons, were located. His head was pounding from the alcohol he'd been drinking, as well as from the heat of the dual suns of Tatooine. His robe and practical clothing were keeping him relatively cool for now, but his armour and helmet would make that moot. Better alive and uncomfortable than dead, he reasoned.


Darryn had to lean up against a wall several times to regain his balance, but eventually he navigated through the safe parts of Mos Eisley, if any of Mos Eisley could be called safe, back to the Spaceport. They let him back through to his ship without question, as they had learned not to bother him. He triggered the boarding ramp of The Free Spirit, then boarded and sealed it back up again. The air inside was much cooler, though only because it was insulated against the heat; and Darryn took a moment to rest himself in the relaxing air and atmosphere of his ship. After a minute of sitting, swaying gently in the air of the ship, he made his way to his equipment storage, and put on his armour and helmet, then retrieved his vibrorapier, clipping it onto his armour. He doubted he'd need any of his other equipment, as he wouldn't be on the front lines of whatever was happening. He'd be skirting round the sides, and the silence of an activated vibrorapier along with the stealthy nature of his GenoHadran Mesh Armour he'd looted from a dead agent surely would be enough to keep him alive.

 

[Christopher Pyne MP]

Maximus was woken from meditation by the crackling of his comms unit. The room soon glowed with the blue vision of his master. He stood and bowed "What is thy bidding my master?"


The man snarled "There is a disturbance in the force, deploy your ship over the planet of Tatooine. We believe there may be Jedi there, so investigate.."


Maximus stood "It will be done my lord." The transmission ended and Maximus walked to the ships bridge "Set coordinates to Tatooine, we have jedi to hunt."

 

[jole875]

After the grueling repair of Sinic, Pinic put his fingers against Sinic's metallic forehead. After a few seconds he pulled away. "All of my data between his deactivation and now have been transferred, master," Pinic said as he clasped his blaster to his right side and Sinic's pistol to his left. "Pinic go ask the pilot what we're doing and Sinic you can stay here, I'm going to rest," Daren said while fumbling his thumbs. With that Daren sat on the floor and placed his hand on his knees, Pinic opened the closed door and walked into the hallway, walking toward the bridge, and Sinic placed his metallic body facing the now closed door. Pinic quickly made his way to the bridge and stopped several feet behind the captain's chair and asked,"Where are we going or are we, my master would like to know," unlike before Pinic's voice was dead and emotionless.


@The Suspicious Eye

 

[Ginko The Mushishi]

Kamino, a planet of complete desolation,continuous onslaught of storms, drenching all whom arrive within seconds. Simply walking out of your Starship would force you into a torrent of vicious downpour, wind and the chill of ice cold air, yet not cold enough to freeze. Only a rude awakening for those who are not ready for Kamino. Valkorion walked down the bridge of the landing pad, the rather interesting architecture and design was beautiful and would be flawless without the rain forming small pools of water all around. The attack of the Republic and Sith Empire's warships had caused an uproar, and the control over Naboo had proved that the Eternal Empire is no trumpet boy, playing in the fields of war born men. Arcann had went ahead, Kamino was offering a good price for something Valkorion seemed interested in...


Arcann was to negotiate a price, and did so with ease. Valkorion arrived at the meeting, a fairly large room. Medium sized at most, the meeting was held in a sphere like room. With a couch that ran in a circle, Arcann had been seated far enough away from the individuals who lived on this miserable planet. These specimens were peaceful, calm at most yet always held a rather interesting intent to themselves, you could never tell, their eyes hid too much about them as they seemed to have no evident change in color.


Facial features was his only lead to see their emotions. Arcann looked at his father, and in a cyborg, raspy, rough voice he said "They shall allow us to take the item, in exchange for the blueprints to our Warship Destroyer Beam..Shall we go through with the exchange, Father?" His son was a smart young man, trained heavily and held obedience. Yet his anger displayed him as a vicious dog without control.


Valkorion cleared his throat, looking at the Kaminoans. "Your price is justified and well in our reach. Arcann, go retrieve the blueprints." And so Arcann did with complete silence. Valkorion was shown an abundance of respect, a question of refreshments or any sort of food, he denied their offers though, he was not looking for connections.


When Arcann returned, they showed it, the pyramid shaped Holocron, a Sith Holocron. Glowing red with the dark energy of the more violent, destructive side of the Force. It retained great worth to Valkorion as of now. But just as the exchange was seeming to be in good spirit, the lights flickered and a Bounty Hunter swiftly shot out from the darkness, Valkorion made a relaxed side step, grabbed the Hunter and slammed his forehead into the glass table, shattering the table with no need of strength,the Bounty Hunter lay limp for only a few seconds before noticing shards of glass were punctured all over his face. He then screamed and clawed, but Valkorion only held a tight grip on the back of the male's neck.


He went to the window, shattered the glass and threw the fool to his death.Two Kaminoans were killed by Arcann with but a blink of an eye when the lights flickered out and the Hunter made his appearance. Two were left, whom retreated to the far side of the room, not near the door though.. Valkorion took the Holocron and his blueprints. "An equal exchange I would suppose, two Kaminoans and a Hunter, for these. It would seem appropriate since the kindness wasn't given full force..Now was it?" The Kamonian, whom seemed elder of the two left alive, stepped forward. "You believe you can just walk across the Universe, high and mighty, with power in your hands, given to you on a silver platter, slaughter Republic, Innocents, The Sith Empire alike and expect that you shall be given a status equal to a Deity?!"


Valkorion seemed quite amused, looking at the Kaminoan Elder. "I don't walk across the Universe with a decision of being high and mighty. Power is just a concept, to all species it is a game to be won. It is not given by right, it is not born with absolute. You earn power, you retrieve it, achieve it. It is a conquest that all species have combated for millennium's. And now until the end of time, all beings will still fight for that desire to attain power and control. It is not my fault that those who oppose me desire an audience with me, Innocents? A mere belief, there is nothing considered Innocent. Everyone has committed an act of wrong, I simply desire to purge the corruption that has taken this Universe and replace it with rules of truth. The Universe will benefit with my control of it. I do not require the status of Deity to rule, I require nothing to rule. It is simply, something for the taking." With that, Arcann slaughtered the last two Kaminoans, Valkorion walked out with Arcann in cold, lifeless emotion. Leaving behind only a few Kaminoans in this one building as a warning, Valkorion spared a child to alert any faction it choose.


Valkorion boarded his Warship with Arcann, and they left Kamino...The planet where storms rage on, and the screams of the dead will not be heard. Valkorion placed the Holocron in a box when he arrived to his Throne room. He wasn't completely finished, but soon he will attain the ones he is looking for...

 

[Volfy]

Darth Enrid

Enrid's eyes starred coldly at the man trembling before her, an ever darkening expression on her face. "M-m-my lord. Surely you can understand. You didn't give me enough information, "some men travelling with a woman" isn't much to go on." Taking a step closer to the short, balding man which acted as her main informant on Tatooine, Enrid nodded, breaking eye contact as she turn away from him.


She hadn't been on the planet long, having only arrived only a few hours before. Not wanting to waste any time she had quickly gone in person to visit Calus Morr, her leading agent on this barren, sand covered rock. She had commanded him to find as much information about this senator and the others as possible. True, some men and a woman wouldn't really narrow the search but she decided to focus on the senator.


"I will give you the benefit and admit I didn't expect you to have found much. But I assume you've found the senator at least?" Nervously nodding, Calus stuttered slightly, "Y-yes my lord. I've spoken to certain people around cantina's and the like and have an heard several accounts of one, ' Senator Lexstra Aruia' having arrived at the spaceport not long ago. It took a while to get an accurate description but it seems to be her, not many other senators here." Turning to face him once again, Darth Enrid let a small smile spread across her mouth. "Did you find out were she was going? What business she has here?" "I did not my lord. She was headed out of the city with two others...and, my lord. One, um, one appeared to be a Jedi." Enrid's smile slowly vanished from her face. "Are you sure?" "No, but....well, the description of him fits that of a Jedi. I thought you should know."


Clicking her tongue, Enrid thought for a moment. "I want you to find were the senator and Jedi went. Inform me as soon as you do." Turning, she exited Morr's home, heading back towards her ship to plan her next move.

 

[The Suspicious Eye]

The Flashlight appeared in the outskirts if the planet of Tatooine. The planet visible from the windows of the ship. Nara smiled and sent her mission to a small device in her palm. Entering into the atmosphere Nara gave the controls back to the astromechs. The small robots booped and beeped as their decent was placed onto their hands. They would land the ship perfectly, but it would still be a little scary for anyone who didn't know how good the automechs were.


Nara got up slowly as the astromechs took back contol and she tossed her hair back. She made her way over to the rest of her crew with a seductive smile. "So my handsome men, what are you planning on doing on th planet while I'm away?" She smiled, "I hope not something too dangerous. We wouldn't want to ruin so pretty faces or armor." She looked from each of them and then licked her lips, and batted her eyelashes.


(Sorry it's crap. Moving took way longer than I expected)


 
@Bullet Tooth Tony @Homunculus

 

[Christopher Pyne MP]

Corellius managed to rid himself of his hangover "Nothing out of the ordinary." he said with a chuckle "Perhaps go to a cantina, see the sights, well, as many sights as there are on a dustball like this." Corellius said "Maybe buy myself a new gun..."


The Harrower star destroyer dropped out of lightspeed in orbit over Tatooine, "Now we begin." Maximus said with a small smile on his lips "I want troops ready at their gunships, I want fighter crews ready on the double, and of course, my shuttle." he barked at the crew. He looked out the bridges viewport and gazed over the planet, he then looked out and saw a small ship. He looked at his comms officer "Hail that freighter, now."


@The Suspicious Eye

 

[Ginko The Mushishi]

( Credit goes to @Shimakage Thunder


@Bullet Tooth Tony (Just referencing your character!)


@Tamassran (This is where Turin is, the other Grey that I told you about as of right this moment.)

 

[BloodThunder27]

Jesslean would spend a sleepless night on the deserty planet. Unfortunately, she could sense darkness from within the Force. This would unfortunately awaken her and left her worried. Attempting to meditate did not help. What was the dark presence? Did the Sith follow her here? No...That can't be good. If they did, she was done for. With no way to call for back-up from the Jedi Order...Or the Republic for that matter, Jesslean grew worried and concerned. However, she wasn't about to let her emotions get the better of her. In hopes of clearing her mind and easing her worry, she hoped on top of the Hospital Rooftop and decided to wait for the sunrise, watching the many stars that lit the sky.