There I was seating down on my own official environment unwilling to accept the military had f***ed up, if I dropped a bomb then I'd be blamed that the Sith made a complete mess of the operation, the military had decided it mustn't be the fault of heavier technological Industries when the incursionary force presented them self to the incompetent of the charged particle beamed weapon.
"I'm sorry for all this Kylo Ren Volatile, I can't war your mother if she is still controlling your emotional terrain and you go out to great the Jedi of Four and not show up to fight them when the First Order has made 4 chapters for your act, I will see you when you grow up to be the man who stands next to me as a partner in War to shine out the Presentation of Darkness." When he liked followers in numbers and to please everyone, I want quality action and fun.
Then, inventions, many inventions and from one word could turn a chapter, now the inspiration happened during the disastrous plasma engines and sideband lasers. The control of the Artifact was destroyed, but that was just a tracking system, we had plenty of other controllers to set the Mind Mass Control Artifact, something that would drive crazy any artist.
The Raise of Hux to the technological incompetence will become a work of my own to control at its very punctual best, standing up firmly content my self to admire the high sealing who connected me to the highness, could listen the whisper of fear to be abolish in the name of freedom. Very soon I will be able to talk to the Prime.
That day in the scent's laboratory couldn't explained better than how it was presented, but how did I enjoy to see the Troopers electrifying till death for his outcome, it was a complete success. Aborting the past, rebirthing into a new shape. Had held my boots together un uniformed stand, The Emperor been here to admire the military growth, the expanded accommodations to the clone troopers across the parallel Universes, the investments for the future. And how we will rebuild the 3rd Death Star, there was no moment to describe the hatefulness in which I'd follow every line of his sanding awakening to the dark, a real man before me without motherly Issues.
_"Emperor, please! We must number the Artifacts as for your return to be the greatest invention of all times."
There was so much destruction only then you would see your play, where you was set to be and use to higher your instinct for the Supreme Order, what is the Prime. As he would recover entering into his body, could see his brilliance capable for the impossible. With the given time and pride he was introduced to everything I had raise from the ashes of The Empire, this was the man who asked my father for me, I would be a bastard from a c*ck of the Empire if it was for my father General Brandol Hux. This is why I broad him back, thanks to everything I own today and there is.
Soon, very soon took flight on my own expertise to look for the Jedis, I had presume too much of emotional female violence and to avoid cat fights on the stream we sent Mara Jade away to the planet Tatooine, shall we explain our operations. No. I only had one problem, I wish to make a surprise attack to every planet we passed by.
Couldn't think any more of inventions and people reactions, if you put your work in the air and respond you win terrain, if not you will flip out in the stream going crazy and then start deleting. This are not the ways of wars, you are to respond a given story line, if you want to be nice don't come to make wars, you come to play Sith or Jedi, then play it. I believe taking care of those who had deleted you and played patience you for two years, shall be taken in consideration when one was is loyal for a decade.
Playing with new people and not responding to your old comrades and only to your characters is also a disgrace to play with and support troops with. Having the patience to add you 4 times, because you cant respond a wild on chapter and think is better to control, no. The energy of rage shall be fluently fun and ongoing on battle.
Creating two different chapters in two different terrains is also a failure if you wish to make a saga with everyone involve. To have involve, you will destroy it by greed. Take an other character and follow a single simple story with it.
If I'm at war, I make it believe and return to my wife as part of everything to make it as real as possible to every one and easy by an ongoing true equal moment. Actual position for all to all perspectives.
From now on, I wont respond to any story line who doesn't respect my lines, my inventions and my people. I will destroy you and all your emo pussies who make you emo till your father, it I have to make a man out of you. I wont name your Name your Name if you don't name my Name either. Go and like your own characters and play with people who cant war. I come here to have a collective fun a true one and I have plenty of history and expertise under my experience. I will make a list of those who can't combat, fight fairly fun and make and adventurous war where a scape is granted and are here only for annoying decor, and I will bring it to the public affairs counting how many chapters far can hold for combat, not as followers.
I'd told T7-10, my Andromache droid, to set the Starship's propulsion system to hyperdrive. Jedah, it was the first place I'd thought of. It was a cold desert moon upon the edge of the outer rim. A scared place for those whom were Force sensitive and the home of many kyber crystals. I should have been able to hide out there in relative safety. I'd needed to evade the Knights of Ren and quick. They'd been hot on my tail, pissed, and out for vengeance because I'd managed to destroy the ancient artifact that I'd retrieved from Ilum upon Mustafar. Kylo Ren had intended to use it to resurrect Darth Vader and tip the balance of the Force once and for all. It was not an option. It never could be! Not without bringing destruction to the whole galaxy. And so the chase had begun. I knew we'd leave them far behind the moment we hit hyper-drive. And by the time they got a hold on our course we'd long gone....
I hadn't calculated on that course taking us directly through a solar storm! The Starship had been hit by a large-scale magnetic eruption that had propelled us into the middle of a coronal mass ejection which had somehow created a wormhole through space and possibly time... I wasn't sure how long we'd been floating there, or where we'd end up once we came through the other side. I'd been thrown across the bridge, knocked out cold by the force of impact and by the I'd woke...It had been too late! The Ships primary reactor core that allowed us to slip into hyperdrive had been damaged and we were running on limited power. There was nothing I could do, we'd already been pulled deep into the wormhole. We had to ride it out, find somewhere, a planet to land and hopefully fix it.
It was impossible to get a fix on our location. It hadn't mattered what scans or checks T7 had done. Until we came other end, it was as good as if we ceased to exist. But as the Ship began to shudder and shake under the gravitational pull I knew I wouldn't have to wait much longer till I found out! "Time to strap in T7" I called across my shoulder and struggled against the building force to clip my harness. If there was ever a time to trust in 'the Force' it was now. I could hear the hull of the Ship straining against the spheroidal force as we were thrust spiraling forward towards its mouth, out of control. And as red warning lights began to flash across the bridge I could only hope that the Ships deflector shield projectors, would hold out! If they didn't in would be only a matter of time before the Starship would inevitably be torn apart!
As quick as it had started it was over. We'd made it and were hurtling forward through space. "Get a pin on our location T7", I yelled, unstrapping the harness so I could reduce the power to the shield deflectors before they overloaded.
"Beep beep, whistle, beep squeak beep!" "Andromach Galexy?....Are you sure T7?" "Beep whistle squeak!!...." I felt my heart sinking in my chest. It couldn't be right...could it? We weren't just the other side of the galaxy....we were in a completely different one and the only way home it seemed....was the way we had arrived! "Find us somewhere we can make repairs T7 and make it quick....we don't know how long we've got till the wormhole collapses..." I was panicking. I knew I was, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. This mission had not turned out so simple at all!
The shrill and high pitched bleeps and squeaks of T7 cut through my thoughts. " H-047c ? What sort of name for a planet is that?" Again I questioned T7, only to be informed it wasn't so much of a planet any more....rather a debris field that had once been a planet fit for habitation! I closed my eyes...the day was going from bad to worse! I wasn't sure I really wanted to hear any more of T7's rundown on H-047c. That was until he mentioned Helium-3 and explained that there were mining domes throughout the planet surface which offered shelter and protection from the broken planet's radiation and low oxygen levels. We had no choice! Leaning forward I punched in the planets coordinates to the navi- panel.
By the time the first radio signal came through, we were already under fire. I wasn't sure what flown into, but it was obvious we wasn't going to get to land on H-047c without a fight. Scramble fighters were already attacking a Behemoth-Class Battlecruiser, which a couple of Tempest class patrol escort Starship's were zoning in to aid. I'd heard myths about them, the Ships. But never seen them and never thought they could really be real. Their sleek designs made my old yet 'subtly' modified Corellian YT-1300f light freighter look like a hunk of junk!
"Bleep whistle bleep beep!" "3,720 to 1?... next time keep that yourself T7 " I frowned, determined that we were going to not only navigate our way through the asteroid field, but take out as many of the scramble fighters that had opened fire around us as we possibly.. "Time to man the cannons T7..." I continued before switching frequency upon the communications panel to transmit my intentions.
"This is Corellian YT-1300f, we'll take out as many scramble fighters as we can in return for a place to dock, do repairs and some fuel"
I didn't wait for an answer. Instead I was already disengaging auto pilot and engaging the SLAM overdrive that rerouted energy from the Girodyne SRB42 sublight engines, for acceleration bursts. It would enable me to navigate the asteroids with ease The Corellian YT-1300f, she might of looked like a piece of junk....but she was far from it! Pulling back hard to the left upon the joystick, the Falcon shot forward. Lifting the cockpit vertical to the left side of the hulls replacement sensor dish as we skirted between two asteroids; dodging the assault of fire power from a rouge scramble fighter, before opening our cannons upon another-
The lasting impact of major shock can be stimulating or debilitating, depending upon your inner strength of character, The Artefact has been studied, theoretically elaborated through many generations and technically speaking experiment, now the expansion of it's grotesque impulse will activate the masses trough all the spacial frequencies of the Galaxy.
I was in my scientific engineering of spacial systems station within the Death Star, had turn to look directly at the arrowhead, pointing approximation, no body in their right mind would ever want to be involved with something as momentous as this. If the slightest part of what you are looking for has any basis in reality, it could change everything for all of us. Some of us would do anything to avoid such a change, to keep things just as they are.
The Empire knew of my works and started to reject the invention, You can scarcely begin to comprehend that manipulating mind in masses among us, was easier now we gave into it, by no other change or choice, but species in them own worlds had the deliverance to do as they always did and the effect of controlling minds could be hardly mistaken in the wrong hands.
There are some of you that without wanting to know the the full details of your mission, in fact knowing they'd be unable to square knowledge of its substance with their specials loyalty, would help you nevertheless. Others would kill you instantly if they even began to guess what it was you're looking for. The New Order was the same, as far there are things within our own worlds almost entirely hidden from most of us, and there are deep and profound differences of option between factions among us. In the same way there have been place modules on every round angle of the planets along the Universe, a massive work for the Artefact to be powered on.
That day, General Hux entered my working area he was a scientist as well and we worked along with the Cloning troopers project from his father, the pressure the tension in his foot steps, his rigid eyes without ta feeling and hatred he had from the Emperor Palpatine towards me, his ignorance and remote silence, he made me think I would want to use the Artefact against them.
Offenses towards my genius, yes I'm a d*ck head, I like the amounts of material The Empire grants me for development, right I will never be a Sith like Anakin, I will never be a Darth as Vader, could this be possibly be imagined? how methodically my rage had push the limits of expansion and how obstinate It has become the creation, how addictive to achieve its work, just for the Emperors attention and still, it came down to be just a manufacturer for their higher ranks. I did not believe that, I did not!
I pulled away to look a the old Death Star engineering science station, my cocoon, and added truly. "Yes, not all of us are quite so studiedly indifferent to events taking place within the greater galaxy as generally contrive to appear. Of course I've sent the robot Nebula across the stars to place The Artifact on the android of the Jedi Four."
As my hands relaxed down some terrible and misunderstanding situations run across the experience of my memory, is just the way I talk, is not my accent and there is no attitude about it, it makes people feel stupid or mentally retarded, then they start comparing with me and fight me back to prove better, instead of having a normal conversation. Had nodded to my self admitting once again, public relations was indeed, not my expertise. Instantly assumed there was a vast cover coming out and I would be dead by now an less I keep working for them.
"The theory points that for it to work we can't have the Jedis Mindfulness blocking the Artifact control for the masses, it will gather a rich field of possibilities for you to have trucked the masters for their elimination."
"Order, General. The Multitude will evolve quicker and faster once the Artifact is activated, powerful enough to vibrate an hypnosis through the particles among the dark matter of the Universe, mixed by the waves of the sun entering every mind set, they may level up just a few thin layers bellow our superior Intelligence away from resistance and discord."
As much you greed for power, as in the experiments monkeys do the thing to eat and monkey around more, achieving only bananas, you could detect the amount of power one specie would acquire in competition with another, in raze and spiritual cult, you could see the sides, its wisely protection, or exaggerated camouflage, and it was simply unjust to blame our superiors for their hard task of remaining in supremacy, they did achieve this power and technological science could prove it as well.
I did believe in history, and the Universal patterns, how many deaths it takes to make it a round uniform system, from the times when people on earth was afraid of the invention of robots, when they would help the masses have better jobs, to become composers and thinkers, when the colonisers conquer the primitives to civilised them, and further back when people had to be killed if they had stolen or committed treason specially against those who gave you power. t
Getting a call for back-up by another unit of stormtroopers unit. Thinking he should take the long path by back tracking and taking alternate routes. Or continued on the current path, but part of the path was unappeasable do a large section missing. Looking down a single slip up can fall to his doom. Shrugged it off and decided to continued on the same path,
"I am SCAR."
Saying to himself taking steps back. Started changing using his thruster pack Kreel wall jumped, keeping his feet moving on the wall till he made it on the other side.
As I had seen the SCAR squadron make their way, had nodded to the side while looking at the pair thought to myself.
... continues.
"Tears can dry" had thought to my self.
Had sniff the soil of this world, sunken my visuals into the humidity that surrounded, had sense the period of suspended time in which the brother Four of his sister Illyria suffered from a sickening co-dependency and fear of letting go, loosing control and opposite forces, it made me feel revolting and claustrophobic. Grounding my feet in the interlude among spaces, the futile idea to fight for. Coordinates to abort the operation, as had knit one node closer, took one of the speeders and left, leaving the other one where it was.
Could feel the rage building up after the frustration, no this speeder was not park properly, filled with electric sand, how hateful, that rusty sensation and sound that reaps away the motor across my black leather boots while pressing the accelerator. The truth went a stage further like if I would respond to a Jedi where the Orders come from or the Force in the stream wile surfing the river. The truth was presumptuous to admit as the Artefact had been detected on an other planet, the faith that lay behind it, it rose from the believe that stimulated being run within some prodigious computational substance in greater and more encompassing reality beyond. Kylo Ren had his will.
While skipping the obstacles in the terrain had stripped the branch with leafs away who got stuck disturbing the movement of the speeder body to turn.
So many truths building up, as the invisible who emanates among influences on those without them being aware of it. Would I hesitate with the power of the force, acceptance, like the wind blowing across the self when is perceived thorough the experience it has to offer on everything it touches.
They, after all had to endure on time, remembering before I jumped, inside the pupils of Four digging immensely after the shallow of his light, I could still capture that moment growing up, meticulously, expressing my heart to become on of these huge, fierce, horrible double creatures who hunted them and killed them and arrested their souls, encapsulating it through the times to do all the awful jobs I was doing now.
I like it to watch down, I really did to get nasty that cold thrill up the cavities of my nostrils, the truth simply imposed on conquering hegemony, it wasn't the religious thing of the Sith really, not even to have all the Troopers moving out a singular direction, not even shinning out for the mellow applause of the likeable masses. Statistically likelihood, It was more simple, I just like it to look down at the body of a Jedi, that was me from any perspective. An unscrupulous inner smile moved the right upper lip to the side with a straightforward pleasure.
Only by observing his tighten body about to be slide out in layers, by perfection, in fount surrendering, I could shuffle the Artefact buttons between the fingers of my both hands up the machine's slot and show him how it works, "So is yours! right? Let me see how far can you take it then." Oh, is in an other world now, I see. Tricky apprentices looking for princess to help them, hum, nice work, what an interesting dweller. At this the lone hunter specialist of me left his mind alone, short memories who banged me back from realities who cross over from a few minutes ago.
The faster had driven the closer I was becoming to a sense of independent fulfilment out the core, could I frankly transform into an emotional creature, become humbly honest ass a devoted follower? Have wonder while navigating the afterwards of his apprentice of a Jedi Virgin eyes guessed the truth would mean playing a woman who is weak, a woman who has never been in the light of The Empire not really a right hand, but its shadow, a woman who would give in? This was my own ceremony and solemnity towards millions of vibrations while driving the speeder. My personal vengeance a personal vengeance no one needs to know but for the darkness who birthed me.
My legs increased the volume of pressure in the gear, rewarding me with a higher velocity a profound thick sound as had pressed my muscles into the burning turbines for an other turn, it made me breath away from others emotional field while hugging down the mobile. Once a sufficient portion of this people within the simulation came to acknowledge that it was a simulation of the mind to gather information, the value of the simulation to those who had set it up would disappear and the whole thing would conclude with the same excitement in which had started loosing each step to win an other.
The Queen of the Void, Naulah Wraith my next stop, she was attempting to cripple the Empire's Operations with one thousand Revenants left from the five thousand she had on her side, loyal to the Wraith family, I knew where to find her avoiding a few episodes in order to enter Tatooine, enter as the dancer spy. The assertion that the outward journey was made so much more rapidly seems no less to belong to the realm of fantasy. Oh, yes, the great and almost certainly mythical intergalactical vortex. It still exists, whom I was to judge anyone in it, would this truly be a conviction I need it to apply? so.... driven, so taken by the force.
Clouds of fuel on the slippery field of the world in Balmorra, we come and go and we are as nothing compared to the landscape beneath, just vapour compared to implacable march, which last seemingly.
_"Okey, boys! The coordinate is for you to have fun and keep sharp attention."
The mountains surrounded themselves last, and wind and rain wear way mountains in time, thousand, 5 hundred troopers later on coming down to increase the heat and pressure of each moment. The hunting patrol stretched wide on a frame so it looked like some slightly grotesque movement inside the depths of the alien forest. Sensed the colonel's esuit rolling fractionally back when had realized what the new addition was, coming to a stop to his own Stormtroopers and scrolled up behind them and surrounding the area with.
The calculations of the terrain for the vessels and shuttles as the ones was spotted, in an area of 2 miles per half an hour to the centering goal, the Stormtroopers encircled before ahead, from the west and south burning fields for the new order to organize more landing for the trap.It was no easy task, at any second you could witness anything from the Republic, If they had a backup, as much the program remained under control, the soldiers knew this for the accommodations they governed on each step taking advantage of the savage path, opening channels for the ones behind. The steps of the first, encouraged the rippling effect who multiplied surrounding the area as a fortress of StormTroopers.
Communicating. "A stormtrooper has been killed, collect the area."
There had been semi randoms attacks throughout the system to the war craft, there was no possibility of anyone mistaking for the serious competition taking place. We did not detect any bombarding or shoots, this gave us a changing potential to slide quietly.
I had moved to the hill to admire the sculpting view of our army, the panoramic observation made me look up the Imperial Shuttles who flowed taking over the territory, it was a star specked sky beyond, tiny shapes could be seen dressing it down.
The Stormtroopers being updated to be more simplified in pushing the boundaries felt encouraged to experiment more reading the physical gestures from one another. I'm a tough veteran commander and one of the commanding triumvirate of the First Order at the forefront of the action all the time, to contrast the demonic emanation of the maidenly anima had to watch the movements with care, as my armor symbolized "self reflection and self examination" by the order of Kylo Ren, Volatile and Hux.
Monitoring the performance in combat, keeping it real.
Slow soldiers, stuck on each muddy step, spinning their blasters out the ovaloid space, circling against the brassy glare of light a few Troopers output and just spluttered the pair of vehicles. The remote incandescent compact broke against their speed, propelling their bodies out in the air.
This is gonna be the next breakout baddie, in the vein, a couple dozen of black DeathTroopers pointed their cannons towards the Jedis known as Four and his Master Illyria, they seem dangerously solid. My cold yet logical pragmatism noted the amount of tension for this two to surrender.
I likely think we can be overhead, and I have built up an extravagant desire to know quite why we are here. Unless you have, in the course, perhaps discover that you are an insatiable beast. The Stormtroopers remained silent for a while, they knew their instructions. Deep space monitors would alert me of the near happenings.
Distantly revving its engines, a ragged cheer resounded around them as the Shuttle of Kylo Ren inclined vertically in progression came down from the skies landing within the corral area, we realized things were about to start happening.
crediting Volatile to have let me use his pic and drive.)
Around & Above
Rejoin to his team of SCAR Troopers part of task force 99 down in the hanger bay, busy looking over a modified Lambda-class T-4a imperial shuttle they use to transport around for missions. Checking out there gear load outs and equipment.
Hours later he heard my voice coming close. "Kreel you are designated to come with me in this Shuttle and protect me from murder."
Kreel working on the final preparations on his data pad. Checking out a few of there equipment cases and barking orders to his SCAR team. Till he heard a voice from Nike, he stood attention in her presence,"This shuttle belong to use. Why would anyone want to gain in murder in you?"
Had respond kind of dry to him. "If you want to run an interrogation with me, it may lead onto another story." Time was proceeding tediously with multiple technical synchro who said nothing much on its right timing. "I'm the one who murders and uses to work alone." As he moved checking on his team again, had hidden down an inner compartment of this built up cabin to avoid explanations, to retrieve and continue for what the Spiritual Leader Snoke said out the consequences of the unavoidable darkness.
Jerking within myself, compressed, surrounded by heat on this shackle, lowered my waist within the shadows of the dark. Voltaire scent entered, I wished I could see him but was glad I couldn't, he couldn't see me either, if there was something they shared at this very moment, perhaps would be the invisible net of the Darth and Sith whose movement whore well acknowledge through the silences.
The sound of Troopers running from all over the set on to their mobiles produced a display of action and fervour, an accumulated power been released, unstoppable as each fleet by the compass of the other in a communal consequence.
Warm breath caressed the top of my head, ruffling strands of this hair as the moment rose, had managed to grit out, so he couldn't know how close I truly was.
It was perfect to admit that I was the cages owner for the speed of this drive, to bring charm onto the arts of confrontation at this war among the stars. Rage was little. While he stood was observing the differences from the bar channels and the power drive, the sudden parallel inspection stopped me as not only he dropped his mask, from about 8 feet height the field vividly defined its curse by the connection of our pupils looking forwards now.
He may had heard a few conversation about Masters making sacrifices for love or power, also, would The Emperor tell him anything about Victory, as the mystery of all the hidden perversions or virtues. His profound opening view turned me around towards the void.
One may have to manoeuvre all things, for that your people put up with, the things you allow, now had gazed twirling to the seat ready to spin, had made a quick as each on the trip would gather their bodies hooking it up into their positions. Having seen the monitor, the handle, the gear that fits inside my fist as the noisy grounding motion before speed could handle it up towards the Galactic Constellation shipping it out in the space, engines propulsion speed the momentum, then as radically as the velocity of the light and faster then it drove out from the Unknown Legions the mobile was set.
In a company of a fleet who kept their identities as a hoarded treasure had to speak out through to attend these sore evenings.
"We are dealing with a group of Jedis who pretend to be a loving source of force and had stolen the Artefact against the New Order. Two worlds defining a separation of times, and many people who are not ready to fight!"
Couldn't avoid the fact that had to skip a multiple trillion laser attacks and storms shoots in the air, wearing the programmed in my brain computed each movement as we neared the horizons of Balmorra, it started again and over again, watching from multiple layers of velocity towards the empty sights of movements.
My legs strengthened against the seat as the Shuttle screen, its Shielding effect coveted our bodies into one direction, reddish, purpled dark clouds who was left behind as other ships exploded. Violently, nothing would stop me as a little gas craft into the air scanned the north, south finding the program who was implanted inside my skin as an inner magnetic needle who pinched continuously the entire flight.
During the oddly ride, not very stable, comfortable in the routine for action, the adrenaline solidified tensing each muscle, freezing soon the remade movement as we drove slower and lower towards the alignment of Jedi Four and Master Illyria. The braking sound gotten passage towards an increasing pressure to land. We could detect now their speedos.
Understanding. Is that what they had? She gave a side eye glance at Four, who was now looking at her. Only a moment of course, he was smart. He knew if he appeared too skeptical it could ruin their chances of digging deeper into whatever Graystar may have been holding back. Or it could bring him to halt helping them altogether. Despite all of that, Illyria had a very strong sense even then, that this was not going to be easy at all. Something was building, their presence here might have been nothing more than a ripple in a large sea of events.
A momentary distraction would hold her attention in the following seconds. Her head turned to the side for a moment, away from Four and Gray Star. Seemingly looking at nothing in particular. Still her chin raised slowly, eyes narrowing ever so slightly. Something was indeed coming, what or who was still to be seen. What mattered was that they completed what they came there to do before their mission was derailed. Upon hearing Gray Stars voice, her attention returned to him. Informing them of what they knew for the most part. That getting through Sobrik's fortifications would be damn near impossible. He was suggesting a quick massacre of whatever stood in their way. Illyria however could have managed it through a stealthier scenario, her training was of a more passive nature. But was that the best route?
Four however, would likely not be able to approach the situation the same as her. He was Jedi Knight material. A fighter. It was currently their best option. Attack quickly, to shut down any attempts to alert the enemy. It wasn't something she relished, but it was the best strategic way for the pair. "If you notify anyone of our presence here....we will be back, on less agreeable terms." she nonchalantly spoke. As if what she had said was nothing but a passing comment, but the threat behind her words was very much heard.
The man merely nodded, a slight tug at his lips hinted at a smile. Not arrogance, or anything of the like. Respect is what Illyria sensed for a moment. She could only hope her senses were correct. The last thing they needed was to make this job harder than it already was. Together they made haste, continuing on with the mission. There was no time to contemplate much more than that. They had to jump into action. Time was most definitely not on their side....
Silently she gave him an agreeing nod of her head. It would be wise to get a good look at the area they would be taking by storm, and then go from there. "Careful Illyria." she heard the male voice that came from no body, as her right leg swung over the speeder. She had been hearing it for a few days now, but said nothing about it. Not wanting to concern anyone with it. For it was not something that scared her, whatever it was, it was guiding her. Helping her. Only she didn't know why or against what. "Keep up." she said, covering up her confused falter so Four would not ask questions. Even throwing in a rare competitive grin his way, before bringing the repulsorlift engines to life. Taking off with that familiar rush of speed. Traveling at 300 miles per hour brought on quite the adrenaline rush. Pair that with the dangerous maneuvering of the landscape around them, and Illyria's heart raced.
Giving her body that odd buzzing feeling. An addictive sensation, and one of the few times that Illyria was seen as carefree. Even with the magnitude of what they had to do, in that moment she could only feel the rough pulse of her own heart. It made her feel free. The only time she ever really did. But as always, the moment was fleeting. Just as soon as the engines cut, and she stepped off, her stoic expression returned. With little proof of her previous reaction, but for the somewhat excited twitch of her hands.
One thing was for certain, Sobrik was locked down tight. However they proceeded, it would have to be quick. Precise. A massacre was really the only word that fit. Images from her past flashed in her mind, making her fists clench for a split second before she nodded with determination. It was the only way. Laying down flat so as not to be seen, the two observed the scene below. Contemplating a good entrance point. Taking estimates on how many they would have to take out so as not to be detected. Looking upon the scene below, she couldn't help but wonder how this was right. Not all the people they were about to strike down could be all bad could they? The same as not all Jedi were utterly devoted to the light side. Regardless, Illyria knew that now was not the time for these doubts, they had a consular to save. Whatever she had to do, in order to complete that task was something she would have to live with.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Four turn to her. Perhaps taking stock of their odds, they weren't good. Not good at all, but he said what she assumed he would. And she.... despite her doubts, nodded in return. "Would you listen to me if I said I wasn't?" It came out as if she were correcting him. But she wasn't, not exactly. "No you wouldn't. Because you as well as I, know this needs to be done now or never. If one of us falls, the other keeps going." Illyria stated. There was not an ounce of leniency in her words. It was a command, and with those last words the two descended down into the would be war zone.
Ever so carefully. One wrong step, and a loose rock could tumble down alerting a literal army to their presence. Which would squash any chances they had of successfully retrieving the consular. The closer they got, the louder her heart sounded in her ears. But this wasn't the good kind of adrenaline. This was panic. Something wasn't right. Whatever it was, was just beyond her understanding. Shrouded from her..... the dark side was at work. "F..." she began as his sabers were brought forth, but it was too late. He was a jump into action type of person. The panic increased, as she watched the plasma blades erupt. Then her Padawan leapt into battle. "Damn it." she hissed, and despite knowing it needed to be done. The master rolled her eyes at his eagerness.
There was no time to waste. They had to eliminate the threats within the time frame or all of this would be for nothing!! Her right foot moved forward, as the hilt of her saber was held in a defensive position. A light squeeze and the blue blade sprang up with a hiss, followed by that familiar hum. The plasmatic light reflecting off of her brown hues, a second later and she too was lunging into the air. Landing off to the side, covering the left of her padawan. Feel the force, she reminded herself. Reaching out with her mind, clearing her head...heart...and soul. Giving herself completely to the task at hand. Allowing this illusory theme to aid her in taking down the enemy. Without little thought, she turned. Her saber moving through the air, dodging the plasma bolts. Deflecting them back even to take out the targets that had fired them in the first place. Two down.
"Illyria." a voice called. This time a woman's voice. Illyria blinked, she knew that voice! "Be strong." Came the strangely familiar and calming sound of the male from earlier. "Come to me...." urged the female voice once more. Then it all ceased. Confusion was evident if but only for a moment. Long enough for the one stormtrooper left on her side, to fire a shot which Illyria had not seen coming. In an instant she felt the searing pain in her thigh. Making her fall forward onto her uninjured leg momentarily. The white clad enemy moved forward, clearly intent on ending her if the chance revealed itself. Illyria's eyes bore up at the masked foe. Pushing herself up off the ground, bounding forward. The blue blade of her saber, disappearing into the chest of the stormtrooper. A snarl escaped her lips, just before she ripped her saber free of the body before her, watching as it fell to the ground.
"One area cleared." she breathed, taking little notice of her injury for now. "We need to keep moving." she ordered, only a slight tremble in her leg was evidence of an injury she would need to tend to in due time. "Now..." she said with an enforcing tone, even though she knew she didn't have to use it. Four would do what needed to be done. That was why he was here, because he was the best for the job.
Understanding. Is that what they had? She gave a side eye glance at Four, who was now looking at her. Only a moment of course, he was smart. He knew if he appeared too skeptical it could ruin their chances o
Everyone at some time or another was guilty of holding back. Not saying all there was to say or giving out all the details to a given situation. The trick then was to listen to what wasn't said! Most people without knowing gave away information that they were trying to withhold without even realizing it. Their choice of words, the tone in which they said them and the moments of hesitation as they accessed what to say next. I'd realized this when I was young. I'd sit watch, listen to my Father, to my Mother to the people that came to see them. The way they lied. I'd notice the shift in their eyes and the way they moved, careful not to expose it. It wasn't perfect, it never gave you the knowledge of full exposure but it was enough. Enough to know when something else was a foot, even when to roughly expect it.
I glanced towards Illyria, catching her gaze and held for a second. A moment would have been too long. It would have given away to Grey Star that we were aware he was holding back.
"Sobrik's heavily fortified, Storm troopers, B1 Droids, Imperial probe Droids.. You name it. To get close you've gotta cut a path through them and do it quick. First sight of you, they're gonna send transmissions reporting you and it will be over before you've even got close."
It was the first time Grey Star had actually paused in his eye contact with us. He was telling the truth. I nodded and turned to face Illyria. We'd have our work cut of us, we just had to hope that whatever Grey Star was really up to, it didn't include notifying Sobrik or the Empire that we were coming as soon as we walked out of the door.
"Lets find a high point where we can see for ourselves, what we're up against" I suggested glancing across at Illyria as we mounted our Undicur Speeders and set of towards the coordinates Grey Star had given. I liked how felt riding them. It was almost like flying. The feeling of floating on air and the wind as it hit pushing past your face. It didn't matter how the rough the terrain was beneath you, you never really felt it. Instead it passed beneath you in a blur like the countryside around you.
Sobik was located upon the lower side of a sloping cleft, tucked away and fortified even more by naturally forming walls of rock that surrounded it upon three sides. Coming to a halt behind a large boulder that we intended to use in a bid to hide our speeders we made our way on foot across to the rocky ledge: dropping down to lay upon our stomachs as we surveyed the scene below without being seen.
It confirmed what Grey Star had said. Heavy military droids patrolled the streets and paths leading up to the Sobik's entrance and each intersection was man'd by Stormtrooper's, Captains with Commanders making their way between each station.
It would be a matter of timing as much as skill in battle to get our way through. the heavy artillery droids patrolled back forth upon roughly a 120 meter stretch of road each. It took them 10 minutes once out of their sight range before you'd be in target once again. Each station took a Commander, 6 minuets to arrive at. Four to have sight of. And once there, they would stay for roughly 2 minuets before making their way to the next. That gave us four minuets to get passed a station and into Sobik. Four minuets to combat a stations Captain and Stormtroopers before before we discovered. After that Sobik would be on high alert and our mission would become increasingly more dangerous and impossible by the minuet.
As I tilted my head to look at Illyria, I wondered if I should suggest that we turn back. The odds of succeeding we stacked incredibly high against us. It would basically be sheer luck. But instead I heard myself asking, "Are you ready?" I felt myself moving. My feet slipping across the rocks and crunching upon the lose dirt and debris as I navigated the safest path, the one that gave us the most cover down the side of the rock wall.
It was slow. Tormentingly slow, knowing at any moment we could be discovered. A casual glance upwards along the rock face would give us away. Knowing any sound to loud, we made would cause that glance! By the time we reached the small ledge of rock, that was positioned about 20 meters above the Station, my heart was beating fast. Leaning forward, I gambled a glance over the edge, waiting for the moment the commander would leave and be out of sight. Waiting for the moment the patrolling droids would have their detection scopes facing away from us and as it approached I glanced back to nod, locking my gaze with Illyria's as I simultaneously un-clipped my sabers and took them in my hands.
'One...breathe.....two.....breathe.....three, I switched on my sabers feeling heat pulsate out from green blades..... Four! Breathing deep I pressed down with my left foot and leaned forward, launching myself into a somersault, down through the air towards a Stormtrooper.
Extending my arms outwards, elbows bent backwards; rotating clockwise across my shoulders I brought the sabers helms in line with my chest feeling the momentary jolt of pressure as they connected against the troopers armored shoulder guards before coming together in a hiss that cut across the back of his neck. Landing upon my bent right knee, I swiftly thrust my arms outwards extending my sabers either side of my body and brought my right knee in towards my left foot; before extending my foot backwards; propelling my body to twist, rotating clockwise and loosened my grip upon my sabers helms. It allowed my fingers to maneuver my sabers helms. Navigate the blades in circular spins, back and forth around my body, deflecting any shots fired my way as I rose, fluently turning clockwise upon my feet and stepped forward with my right foot.
I could hear Illyria land. The sounds of her light-saber cutting through the air. I knew she was fighting somewhere to my left, but time was against us and rapidly dwindling.
Bringing my left foot in line with my right, I brought my right knee up towards my chest. Extending it outwards as I pressed down upon the ball of my left foot, launching myself up into the air as my right foot connected with the chest or another Stormtrooper, changing the direction of my flight and propelling him backwards to the ground. My grasp upon my sabers tightened and I twisted my left shoulder backwards, ensuring my sabers were held horizontally inline with my body before extending my arms out before me. My green blades hissed and crackled as they cut outwards across the chests of the two approaching Stormtroopers, forcing their bodies to crumble to the ground either side of me as I landed skidding across the dirt upon my right knee and turned to look for Illyria.
As he stood, had walked towards him slowly towards the Imperial seed of the New Order, hunched up by the age of his heritage, the majority of historians will paint the blood of this man without a soul, that is a generally accepted notion for the suppress. However one of our most revered authors made it clear for this plan for how it will save our people and he knew it without any subtle murmurs.
"Ready!"
Gesturing to Voltaire with a prolonged nod turned to the governing troopers lifelong against emotion was the only way to protect his sanity, the march of silence grew firmly building up from a minimalist clean echo who stepped from the interior towards the display of the Starkiller Base. You could sense the awaited magnitude along the cloned men who solemnly remained still by the uniformed pattern, a greater pattern then been single or from an insignificant couple, they breathed their masks ready to shoot as the drumming of the nine symphony of Beethoven about to perpetrate the nameless, they knew the pauses, the truce, the waiting of the enemies to fight in another time, as for today where the march gathered them.
Harder pressed my hands, that is when I stepped in throughout the platform, representing the greatest man in the back of mine, and right up until the end of the war until another appreciated the unmeasurable luxury army. Some hated me or feared me with fine comparisons, I always took it as a tribute, you had to hate to fight the enemy from the deepest core of your reason and if needed tyranny to shape the Universe to sacrifice the unwanted, the strongest will free it to bring an end for the nation's father, this genuine emotion pierced his impenetrable shell as all halted their arms with their blasters opening one step aside in orderly mass.
You look at males and females, study the curse of their cultures, why they do the little things they do, who sets their principals and then, split the best DNA for a mass destructive execution out from our nested people, did they know where all begun? did they! Did they know who made the rules they use too? It structures in the palm of your hand as one, each of them rules in you for the freedom we give you. In each and every little impulse of fever and joy, there has been a thousand deaths to it for the universal evolution and still, rebels claim for freedom?
Them warriors of kingship to this enterprise moved with the faculty of order, ready to clean the desserts as each captain and sergeant spotted their troops in complete organization from the pre-advanced mode, fueled the shuttles, controlled the engines power, tested the manoeuvres repeatedly, cleaned the armaments, calculating capability of carriage per time for ammunitions, protein, equipped and ready.
Shall I share my personal input to prove how ready am I, you will not find a marking question. I have and will interrogate myself the one Jedi Master who erased the memory of my wife, soon we will know the power we are dealing with the Artifact, the mass manipulation of minds and why did our crazy genius created as well its loss at the wrong hands.
"I want you to scratch every particle and destroy any embodied movement who plays against your path, the power we are dealing with has no vivid simulation, for those who have finished their training, and for the majority who have achieve their rank of intelligent command, know well you will start to participate in undefinable realities and question yourself not! Never stop the elimination program till you get them! We will be there! At every coordinate! At every living terror and hell!"
You do not know what is to be impeccable and supported by the superior, to address oneself as the higher mark in rank, to let shadows out the neat presence of my higher raise position the politically military condescendence of every stabilized unit on space I cannot be competed nor underestimate, and for the voice who called for me to be here, standing before you to be captured, to belong or die.
