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AGAMAR
LOW ATMOSPHERE
ETA ON TARGET ZONE ... FIVE MINUTES
Agamar was slowly becoming a War Zone. The Sith had taken control of the world and had already begun altering its government system and forcing the citizens through tense periods of change. Among the changes was the establishment of several outposts that were intended to become more permanent military installations as time wore on. That could not be permitted. The Sith had chosen to attack the innocent citizens of Agamar, they had lashed out at the galaxy and had brought the galaxy's wrath upon them. Nimarra took a steadying breath, feeling the force ease the tension in her body. Two lightsabers glinted on her belt, they swayed roughly in the turbulence. Nimarra could not see them as others could, nor could she see through the window to her left, she could only feel the warmth of Agamar's sun.
With her, two other Jedi had come to assault the outpost. The Paladin did not shift her head to turn and look at them, she did not have to given the way the Miralukans saw in the force. "We have almost arrived." She said in her same oddly serene and airy voice. She tapped the toes of her greaves, the energy resistant metal clicking against the floor of the vessel that carried them over trees and marsh. The gauntlets that guarded her hands glinted as she turned them over, reaching for her nondescript brown robes and straightening them.
A tone sounded above them, in just a few moments they would be over the target Zone. The ship would not return for some time after that, maybe not at all. They would have to rely on their own skills to not only survive, but conquer their objective. "May the force be with us." Nimarra breathed, and the second tone sounded. The doors began to open to the rear of the drop ship. It was time.
@AlecaiWhite @Branok
LOW ATMOSPHERE
ETA ON TARGET ZONE ... FIVE MINUTES
Agamar was slowly becoming a War Zone. The Sith had taken control of the world and had already begun altering its government system and forcing the citizens through tense periods of change. Among the changes was the establishment of several outposts that were intended to become more permanent military installations as time wore on. That could not be permitted. The Sith had chosen to attack the innocent citizens of Agamar, they had lashed out at the galaxy and had brought the galaxy's wrath upon them. Nimarra took a steadying breath, feeling the force ease the tension in her body. Two lightsabers glinted on her belt, they swayed roughly in the turbulence. Nimarra could not see them as others could, nor could she see through the window to her left, she could only feel the warmth of Agamar's sun.
With her, two other Jedi had come to assault the outpost. The Paladin did not shift her head to turn and look at them, she did not have to given the way the Miralukans saw in the force. "We have almost arrived." She said in her same oddly serene and airy voice. She tapped the toes of her greaves, the energy resistant metal clicking against the floor of the vessel that carried them over trees and marsh. The gauntlets that guarded her hands glinted as she turned them over, reaching for her nondescript brown robes and straightening them.
A tone sounded above them, in just a few moments they would be over the target Zone. The ship would not return for some time after that, maybe not at all. They would have to rely on their own skills to not only survive, but conquer their objective. "May the force be with us." Nimarra breathed, and the second tone sounded. The doors began to open to the rear of the drop ship. It was time.
@AlecaiWhite @Branok