Skirmish at Yinchorr [CLOSED]

[Aluminum Falcon]

Xael sat aboard a hover transport headed for an Imperial facility on the planet Yinchorr. Wearing his classic white Stormtrooper armor there was little chance of anyone distinguishing him from the other Stormtrooper he had killed and stowed away in order to gain transport. The vehicle he was on carried the next shift of guardsmen for the depot, and most of them sat quietly as the transport drifted through the outer security gate. As he glanced around the back of the transport at the other Stormtroopers he couldn’t help but wonder how this would have played out if he hadn’t defected, but now wasn’t the time. His new mission, to infiltrate the facility disguised as a guard, then gain access to and open the rear security door for his allies, two Imperial Knights disguised as Sith.

The transport lurched to a halt outside the side maintenance entrance used for arrivals and departures of personnel. As the newly arrived Stormtroopers, including Xael, piled out of the back of the transport, the previous guard shift boarded.

“You ladies have fun now.”, said one of the Stormtroopers leaving his shift.

“I’m sure you left something for us to do. You day shift guys never seem to carry your own weight.”, responded Xael cheerfully.

Though he was infiltrating what was now an enemy facility, he still felt somewhat at home among these soldiers, and was able to easily interact with them. He approached the door with the other Stormtroopers, and noted that each was entering PIN numbers into a sideport as they passed. This was normal for Imperial facilities, and didn’t surprise the Major at all. However, he knew his PIN would no longer function, and had to think fast. The first thing that came to his mind was the PIN of a soldier in his squad, someone who had once been his friend. When the Sith took over, he claimed Xael was a traiter for what he had done, and that they should bow to the new Emperor.

‘Sorry Devik…’, Xael thought to himself. Unfortunately for Devik, he had once failed to cover his PIN input years prior.

Xael approached the port, and prayed the PIN would work. He entered the numbers, and the console flashed green just as the others had, luckily. ‘So far so good.’ He passed through the door, entered a large corridor, and the Stormtroopers began to shuffle off to their posts.

 

[Killermcgriddle]

Walking through the corridor of the facility into the armory, Farren spots his weapon. He walks up to his E-11 Sniper and picks it up, looking closely at it making sure nothing has happened to it. Noticing it doesn't have a power pack in it, he goes to the other side of the room and grabs one, and a couple extra's. About ten shots a pack, so I'd be good if anything should happen to me. Putting the E-11 on his back, letting it cling to its magnetic clamps and pulling out his Thunderer Heavy Pistol, and checks its power supply. Full. Just as I'd expect.

Exiting the armory he reports for duty at his post, near the back entrance. Standing up as straight as he can, not wanting to seem too relaxed should any of those Sith guys come along and most likely kill him, acts as "stuffy" as he can. And to pass the time, watches some holo-vids that he has stored in his helmet with a corner of his visor showing the program. A FEW HOURS LATER: Watching the program, some tribute video about the STC, he hears a shuttle coming in. Ah, must be the night shift. Getting up, he walks down the corridor. Upon approaching the armory, he sees the night shift people walking down the hall to their posts. "Hey, you guys better not fall asleep out there. I'd hate to see you when you wake up!" Smiling inside his helmet, he walks into the armory and takes his sniper off its clamps. Before putting it down again, he takes out a rag and some weapon polish and starts polishing it using a dirty, black tainted rag to do so.

 

[Xedan Blokk]

Xedan tossed and turned on an uncomfortable cot, inside the compound at Yinchorr. He had been sent there merely to observe, to learn and examine the workings of one of the Empire's military bases. He travelled lightly: only bringing the clothes which he wore, some credits, and the vibrosword which he took everywhere with him. However, since the compound had a decently supplied armory, he had been experimenting with several of the melee weapons stored inside, in his spare time.

He sat up, deciding that to continue to try and sleep would be not only futile, but a completely ineffective use of his time. Besides, he had techniques to practice. Sitting up and crossing his legs, Xedan Blokk closed his eyes and began his slow breathing. He found himself becoming aware of the Force aura that he possessed, and how it radiated off of him. He focused, and imagined himself pulling in the radiation of the Force from his body, thusly hiding himself in the Force, making it much more difficult for Force-sensitives to detect him. Given, he was still practicing this technique and was nowhere near being proficient at it, but he would keep working nonetheless.

He sat like this for at least an hour, when he heard a shout from out in the hallway.

"Hey, you guys better not fall asleep out there. I'd hate to see you when you wake up!"

Growing more restless by the second, Xedan stood, shook the fatigue from his body, and exited the small room which he had claimed for his sleeping quarters. He took to walking down the hallway and looking important as he searched for something to do.

 

[Brand]

Iniquitous prowled the halls of the Sith base. Deployed here along with another acolyte to observe the workings of the base, so far he'd found it rather disinteresting. His black robe billowed out behind him, and his massive, 6'6" frame filled the corridors. As he strode through the halls of Yinchorr's primary base most of the troopers would nod in acknowledgement to him but keep their distance; just the way Iniquitous liked it.

Strapped to his back was one of the Sith training swords common to the Korriban Temple. He'd borrowed it for the mission and taken a special fitted leather sheath to hold in diagonally across his back. The large durasteel blade only added to his intimidating appearance, and he radiated a looming confidence that broke through his veiled boredness.

Iniquitous realized he was coming up on the personal quarters section of the base; it had to be late, he surmised, and he figured heading to his temporary room for light meditation would be beneficial instead of sleep yet. He walked through the halls, nodding as he passed the other acolyte that had accompanied him on the journey.

Xedan Blokk... Iniquitous hadn't met him before their assignment together, but he came off as fairly strong if not slightly below Iniquitous' radar. He tended not to watch those whom he deemed unworthy, but Xedan very well may prove to be a real threat to Iniquitous some day.

The acolyte pushed the thoughts from his mind as he entered his living space. He moved to the cold steel floor in front of bed and dropped into a meditative state to rejuvenate himself for more observing of later-night base operations.

 

[Miranda]

The woman stood waiting with wind gusting her from the craggy rock-clad desert. She crouched on some indistinct promontory that spiralled below the absurd height of a mountain range, and shrouded by nightfall she knew that the eyes that might watch from the Imperial facility beneath the ridge could not see her at all.

In her hand she rolled a jagged pebble between her fingers, casting her eyes out across the barren landscape from her concealed position she allowed the details of the outpost to flood her perception and then be understood. She waited. A rhythm became sensible, extruded from some covert place, gave shape to the night, gave it time again, and the desert let out another held breath.

Nuné Talar was swathed in black clothing, head to foot. Like some nomadic woman of the dunes she wore a thick black veil that permitted only her eyes as bare, and a sweeping manteau of the darkest of ebony billowed like a thundercloud about her lithe form. Her cerulean eyes gazed out from behind the disguise and registered with her companion's form.

"I hope our contact has made it in alive... our fate rests in his hands until we can gain access."

The wind continued to howl about them as they hid from view amidst the rocky outcrops only meters above the sharp incline that sloped downwards to the side wall of the facility. A service hatch brimmed the wall just to their left. That would be their infiltration point.
Nuné had studied the mission plan and objectives extremely carefully. On the ground between the two Imperial Knights was a dark-leather satchel full of heavy explosives. They would need to gain access, penetrate the Sith ranks, and slip away unnoticed into the core of the foundry. Then they would plant the explosives, escape and detonate, then make their way to the safehouse. Easy enough, should they remain inconspicuous. Both of them had been given crimson-bladed lightsabers to complete the deception, and now they both very much looked the part.
Nuné knew things were never that easy though. She was glad Zsaek was at her side.

"What's taking him so long? This wind is picking up, and I don't like its tone."

The young Imperial Knight opened a small canister of water and took a deep, thirsty drink. She wiped her mouth and replaced her veil. And then, she waited. All either of them could do for the moment was wait, until their colleague opened the hatch. Waiting was always the most difficult part.

 

[DeathToll]

Ebony pillars of billowed charcoal masses stabbed straight into the grains of death, those legs dug into the realm of impending permanence; the sands of the end

...Power.​

Wrathful waves of the midnight colored winds rippled out violently towards their eventual destination, those biceps pinning back the flicker of black flame; the concealing cloak of emptiness in the end

...Hate.​

The disguised Imperial Knight hardly needed such a ruse, his tightly locked arms folded over his chest with brooding anger; he was a silhouette of darkness, blank as the restraining chains of -duty- ...above all else. Standing with his back to his comrade, Zsaekriel Dtoahfre'Vunn was an entirely different 'focus' than the person she met back in their hidden base. This was their first mission together. And though he held great respect and compassion for Nune', his hatred for the Sith nearly dwarfed all else. If not for his extreme discipline for duty and the Knight's cause, he would have lost himself years ago. But that is a story for another time, left in the lockers of his entombed suffering.

He was a statue, a monument to dedication and commitment; though he did not enjoy it. In this moment, his enmity was his true form; taking place of his usual soldier's mask. A knowledge of Imperial bases and protocol, as well as his willingness to slather the particles of warm pumping blood from any Sith supporter across the floors with horrific yet artistic matelasse; the Keshiri Imperial Knight was a near flawless replacement to any there within the structure below.

A disguise within a disguise, his black robes underneath the heavy black cloak concealed his few metal pieces of armor as usual; as well as two other lightsaber hilts, hidden where the crimson costume piece was not. A soldier was always prepared for battle.

He looked down at the facility with his back still a wall that impeded her vision of him, not wanting to imprint this state of his in Nune's memory. He still, however, was as cryptic as usual.

"The wind blows... It is affected by our presence. ...The lizard's horns will emerge from the surface. It is as inevitable as the shifting of the sands..."

 

[Aluminum Falcon]

The Stormtroopers began to move to their individual postings after the exchange of jokes. Xael immediately began walking toward the back of the complex, where the rear door he was to open was located. He took care not to look too out of the ordinary, he walked with purpose but not too hastily. Other personnel took meaningless glances at him as he passed, but so far no suspicion could be seen. He rounded a few corners, passed through a few halls, and reached his destination. The rear door to the facility was mainly used for trash disposal and arrival of non-classified supplies. There was no guard, only a small panel to the right of the door.

The disguised Major approached the panel as soon as he arrived, and activated it. The door opened swiftly, and Xael could do little but wait next to the door as if awaiting supply arrival. He only hoped that his allies were outside and would come quickly.

 

[Killermcgriddle]

After taking his E-11 apart and cleaning it all out Farren gently puts it in its case and snaps the locks shut. Standing up and grabbing the case, he slides it into a his weapons locker along with his standard blaster rifle. Walking out of the armory and locking the door behind him with his security card while noticing the nightshift guarding their posts, he notices someone guarding a door leading to the back of the facility where non-commissioned supplies and the like come in through. Walking towards him he turns on his mic and opens up a comm channel between them."So, your one of the nightshift... doesn't it get lonely being out here in the dark. Knowing anything could happen at moment, and you might not even know 'til its too late?"

Well... might as well get to know the guy. He looks new to this place, but not to this type of work... Probably a hell of alot more experience then I do which means I better start getting some. No one is immediately plucked out of boot and placed into an elite branch like the STC, unless of course they know some very influential people. Highly unlikely, but not impossible. Great odds those are.
Snapping out of his thought and coming back to reality, Farren grabs his helmet and lifts it off, puting it under his arm and holding out a hand. "The names Farren Volski. And eh, you sir look like you need a drink... and some rest too from the looks of it, but its none of my business.

 

[Xedan Blokk]

Xedan Blokk strode aimlessly through the winding corridors of metal at Yinchorr. He wished that he had a set of goals; anything that he was meant to be accomplishing other than immersion into the life of the Sith military. That was enough, he had supposed at first. But now.. He was growing to understand that it was impossible to learn if one had absolutely no idea what there was to be learned. He felt like a blind man trying to learn to see.

He knew that he had been dispatched with another Acolyte, whom he had yet to meet. Deciding that it would be prudent for them to know eachother, he set out to discover his counterpart. It wasn't difficult; in an area full of non-Force-sensitives, it was all Xedan could to not know where the other Acolyte was. It took a moment to center himself, and then an iota of energy for his peer to be revealed to him. And so, the Zabrak set off.

As he walked through the halls of the compound, Xedan couldn't help but enjoy the feeling he got when others moved out of his way, when they ducked behind walls to avoid his gaze, or changed routes to prevent a possible reprimand from the Sith. Even though he would never do such a thing, calling that much attention to himself, he couldn't help but relish the amount of respect that his black hooded robes gave him. Hell, he didn't even have a lightsaber yet, and still the soldiers shied away in fear from him.

Upon arrival at Inquisitious' temporary quarters, he entered univited - something which he normally wouldn't do, but he wanted to establish a precedent of open communication between himself and his partner. He considered that it might have been slightly rude, but Xedan would have easily allowed the same discourtesy from the other Acolyte, if called for. He noticed the other Acolyte in a meditation in front of his bed, but he assumed that he would have been aware of Xedan's presence. One could reliably assume that most Sith Acolytes had better-than-average awareness of their surroundings, otherwise they would've been killed off already. It took a certain amount of constant presence - during sleep, meditation, rest - in order to survive. Everyone had slept with vibroblades at one point in their training. At least, the smart ones.

"I don't believe we've met," Xedan formally announced his presence. His voice was whispery, slipping fluidly through the air in the room, like a snake. "My name is Xedan Blokk. I am training to be a Sith Sorcerer." The Zabrak seemed stiff and detatched; his shoulders too high, his arms too long, his legs too short. He had an air of awkwardness about him, that seemed to linger past the normal stumbling of a first meeting.

But there was something else. He was holding back. His uncomfortable, stuffy visage concealed something else which may have been more.. Well, more. There was something that the Acolyte was poignantly choosing not to reveal. And he was doing it well. Better to showcase your weaknesses than your strengths, Xedan had always firmly believed.

 

[Brand]

Iniquitous relaxed his mind, opening himself to the dark side as he let himself fall out of reality. Time seemed to slow, yet his sense, his thoughts, remained active.

While in meditation his thoughts had a sense of clarity he could not find while normally functioning, and he enjoyed pondering the ancient readings of the Sith he was so fond of through contemplation and meditation.

And then another presence entered his room, unannounced and unbidden. This one was at least attuned to the Force, and Iniquitous recognized his signature after a moment as that of Xedan Blokk, the other acolyte that had passed him in the hall only a short while ago. His eyes remained shut, content to wait for the Sith to speak. If he had ill intentions he would've acted by then, and besides, the two were supposedly required to work as partners.

Iniquitous' eyes snapped open when Blokk finally announced his presence. He took in the Zabrak's gangly appearance, gauging him not only by his physical stance which appeared awkward and lax, but by his mind. This one was sharp, even if he did not seem to appear so on the outside.

The massive human rose, tall and imposing. "Iniquitous," he said, his voice deep and devoid of emotion. "A pleasure, I'm sure," he replied, extending his hand in a gesture of greeting. Even in the dimly lit room he cast a shadow that seemed to envelope Xedan; the Zabrak was... oddly shaped, with a long midsection and short extremities, but Iniquitous has learned long ago to not judge a man by appearences. Underestimation of a fellow acolyte was the short road to death, especially in the Sith Order.

"A Sorcerer, eh? I don't have the patience for that field of work." He tapped the broad weapon on his back. "I prefer a more... direct approach."

 

[Miranda]

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Nuné had always held some presentiment of her own future. Reared and cultivated amongst nobles and politicians on Naboo, she knew that her destiny did not lay with such lofty and antiquated culture. She had always been defiant. Had always been a warrior. Life for the Imperial Knight was to be demarcated by the very edge of the knife. Danger and enmity and death would always surround her. This mission, she knew, could very well be her end. She had no reluctance or qualms on the matter. She had never been afraid of death.

The desert winds were soaring now, had picked up and roared furious at the two Knights concealed in the overhang of rock and precipice. Dust-devils were swirling about them and were it not for the black robes and veil that Nuné had clad herself in, she would have been blinded by the sand.
Then their signal came. What they had both been anticipating. The service hatch door had been opened from the inside.

"It's time Zsaekriel...let us fly."

Fleeter than light Nuné used the Force to propel and launch herself down the steep rock and dunes, she almost flew. The great metallic walls of the Imperial facility rapidly loomed up before her. It had been such a distant thing from their hiding place, but now it impressed heavily upon the landscape and out of some crouched position had suddenly struck up out of the desert upon Nuné's approach.
She had no time to wait for Zsaek, for if they were seen entering the foundry from this perspective they would surely be undone. She could only hope that her companion, a man whom she had met months ago and had befriended, was just as fast to gain entrance as she was.
Nuné slipped quietly from the darkness and entered the service hatch. She regarded Xael for a moment and offered a grateful but concerned glance. And then she noticed the other trooper, Farren, he was most certainly not a member of their covert operation and so she immediately put on her aired deceit of being a Sith. The knife's edge had never been closer to her neck than it was now. But she was prepared for whatever outcome. She would be prepared for self-sacrifice if that is what needed to be done. Their enemies had to pay for their injustices.

"That will do trooper, I think we have seen enough of the external security measures of this facility. I wonder though, do you have sentries posted at this service hatch around the clock? If not, I suggest that you bring it to the attention of your commander, promptly." The tone in her voice had rapidly gone menacing and cold, she needed only to remind herself of the tragedy of the Purge to assist her exterior disposition as a brutal and malevolent Sith. It worked wonders.

Nuné removed her veil and tucked it into her cloak and then continued. She ran her now steely gaze over Farren and arced an inquisitive brow.

"I had not realised that we required two attendants to show us this facility. Nevertheless, let us continue, our report needs to be extremely thorough."

She looked down the vast facility corridor that led inside from the service hatch.

Now to face our destiny, she silently thought to herself.

 

[DeathToll]

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Nodding with a huff, Zsaekriel quickly followed suit; sweeping up the satchel and taking a quick and direct leap out to the slanted sands leading to their opening. Moving only slightly slower than Nune', Zsaekriel was attempting to save every bit of energy in preparation for their mission ahead. His feet together pierced the sand, carving out a sliding path that only further gave aid to their stealth; the sands lifting and carrying with the whirlwinds.

Catching his pace with Nune', Zsaekriel saw the other trooper and entered with rocking shoulders and clenched fists; stomping an angry strut past them all. Paying them no attention as he walked a short two steps further into the corridor, his focus was a silent one: on their immediate surroundings. Zsaekriel growled at both troopers, then followed his accomplices down the hall and away from prying eyes.

Now unwrapping the black fold of cloth from his face and tucking it into the opening at his chest, Zsaekriel did not fear interraction with the soldiers or even the Sith; though he'd much prefer to avoid it. The two of them had yet to exert any real energy, and so would not be felt as any different from those already here. As well, these two highly trained Imperial Knights were well guarded mentally and would not allow any thoughts or intentions to be felt. Zsaekriel had also already folded the satchel into and underneath his rounded black cloak that reached the ground around his feet. For all intents and purposes, these two were Sith.

Zsaekriel's left hand lingered behind him, as he made his way deeper into the facility. Their time was now. And though Zsaekriel felt more than capable of quickly finding his own way towards their objective, he felt that their unity as a group (for the time being) would be invaluable to distracting any possible obstacles they may encounter. As well, moving as a group may help to strengthen their disguise. Zsaekriel kept his hood up, now with both hands free, and remained silent and focused on the path before them. They were in...

 

[Aluminum Falcon]

Xael stood next to the door opening. Wind gently blew into the facility as the open passage allowed it entrance. As Xael waited, another Stormtrooper approached him and began a conversation. He seemed innocent enough, and it appeared as though he just needed someone to talk to after a hard days work.

“Maybe he won’t be near the blast…”, thought Xael.

The Major in disguise (of sorts) removed his helmet as well, and outstretched his hand to this Farren Volski.

“Rest? Hell, I just got here. Name’s Devik. What are you still around for? Aren’t you day shift?”, said Xael casually. His tone and attitude couldn’t have been more perfect, the man he was talking to was once one of his brothers, after all. As they spoke, his companions, disguised as Sith, entered the building.

“Ah crap, just when I had found someone to talk to… Well Farren, I gotta get back to it, I’m supposed to be showing these two the ins and outs of the facility.” Xael leaned in closer to Farren, seemingly so the two Sith couldn’t hear. “More Sith to bitch at us about what we do wrong.”

With that, Xael replaced his helmet, and turned to join his companions.

 

[Killermcgriddle]

Watching as Devik walked away with the two Sith, Farren realized something. "He's right... Sith can be a bit bitchy." Laughing silently to himself, he puts on his helmet and heads for the trooper barracks to get some rest. As Farren approached the door leading to the barracks, he looks down the hall at the mess. Deciding to get some dinner he walks towards it. "I wonder what they have for dinner tonight. And I hope its not that generic stew with random bits of meat. It's like they feed us just enough so they can say 'atleast you're being fed.' "
Walking into the mess hall he see's something that looks like dirty mud water with some chunks of dark meat that looks like charred rocks and with a rancid odor coming from it. "Smells like a Gamorrean that has a horrible case of diarrhea... " Suddenly losing his appetite, Farren walks out of the mess and heads for his bunk hoping to get some sleep after his recent encounter.

 

[Xedan Blokk]

"Iniquitous," the towering man in front of him growled, "A pleasure, I'm sure." Inquisitous extended his hand for Xedan to meet it. Bluntly, and without any attempts at concealing his obvious denial, Xedan left his hand resting at his side. He didn't raise it to shake his partner's, but rather gave a curt nod of his spiked head, never once breaking his stony gaze at Inquisitous' face.

"A Sorcerer, eh? I don't have the patience for that field of work. I prefer a more... direct approach."

Xedan gave yet another nod, eying carefully the weapon strapped to Inquisitous' back. He wasn't wary of it, just simply aware of its presence. "Indeed," he commented off-handedly, "I can certainly see why some might find it less appealing than other, more barbaric styles." Xedan, too, had a rather bland way of speaking, without any layered emotions or masks to his words. He was blunt, though he effectively used what were possibly more negative connotations of the word 'barbaric.'

He trudged on with the conversation, decidedly leaving the small-talk behind for more important topics. "Have you any idea why they've sent us here?"

 

[Brand]

Iniquitous let his arm drop as the Zabrak ignored it. "So this one did have a spine... how refreshing..." As his question was posed Iniquitous shrugged his heavy shoulders.

"We're at war. I'm sure High Command expects us to firebrand troops into battle one of these days... boring as this assignment is, it could prove useful." Inwardly, he cringed at the word. This whole trip seemed to be wasting valuable time they could be spending furthering their journey towards a fulfilling rank in the Empire.

"Have you seen anyone do anything more meaningful than yawn around here? I say we go whip some troops into... surprise drills." A wan smile formed on his lips.

"We are Sith, after all."

 

[Miranda]

The young female Imperial Knight, Nuné Talar, disguised as a member of her absolute nemeses - The Sith, could not have been more relieved at the moment when her ruse had apparently worked and the unexpected presence of the other trooper, Farren, disappeared down the corridor to continue whatever duties or activities such soldier committed in this dread place. She inhaled heavily and released a breath as if surfacing from water.

"A little too close for my comfort Major...I'm glad you're making some friends at least", Nuné offered a nervous smile and then glanced at Zsaek as if to see some brilliant plan emerge from her counterpart's lips.

"Let's hope we can continue the rest of our tour uninterrupted. I suggest we find the interior fuel cells as soon as possible, get the biggest bang for our buck that way. We can't afford for any of this facility to escape the explosion."

With that she simply waited, she wanted to know what her teammates' plans were regarding this mission as she was never really one to take charge. Desperate times called for desperate measures more often than not. She didn't have time to worry about her own personal failings as a mentor, if she had to take charge she would, but Zsaek and Xael seemed to be two men who knew what they were doing. Experienced. Moreso than herself in any regard.
Hit the fuel cells with the timed explosives, run like the effing wind out of there. Watch as their enemy vanished in the conflagration. She hoped that the mission would be just that straightforward. But her logic told her otherwise.

 

[DeathToll]

Having let the two pass him, Zsaekriel followed the triangle formation at it's back. His fists clentched, he looked left to hear out Nune's thoughts, then looked right to address their inside man. Zsaekriel hoped that Xael had spent enough time inside the facility to get a good idea of where they were headed.

"Do you know the way...? We cannot tarry.."

His voice was low, both in volume and tone. It would seem he was taking this role seriously, but for the true nature of his extreme disliking of these halls and its inhabitants here. And as they passed each intersection, Zsaekriel made sure to notice if anyone was following them or acting suspicious..

 

[Aluminum Falcon]

Xael walked with his companions as they made their way down the hall. As they did so, he responded to Zsaekriel's question in a manner that would avoid suspicion if heard, but he still tried to keep quiet. He stepped closer to him as they walked and spoke.

"Luckily one of the Empire's main principles is also going to hurt them today. Uniformity is key within the Empire, and this place will be no different. The fuel cells will most likely be on the lower level of the facility, usually reserved for storage, maintenance, and the like.", said Xael quietly.

As he finished, he gestured to an open turbolift, and stepped inside. Once his companions had also entered the lift, they zoomed away to the lower level. During the few seconds of travel, he spoke.

"If things get chaotic, one of my options may be to blend as a loyalist. So, if I start shooting in your general direction, don't take it personally. I can miss just fine.", he said.

 

[Killermcgriddle]

Tossing and turning in bed, deciding not to fight with this so called sleep which he can't seem to find and go for a walk. After pulling on the mesh-like clothing that goes underneath the armor and eventually pulling on the actual armor Farren pulls on his helmet and put his pistol on its back holster. "Better to have it and not need it, then need it and not have it. A very old saying, but so very true."