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Post by Shaman Odin Alfodr on Apr 4, 2013 19:23:43 GMT -8
*Calna Muun was a spaceport and the capital city of the planet of Agamar. It contained the Council Centre from which the Agamarian Council presided.* |
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Post by Abaddon on Jan 2, 2015 14:19:30 GMT -8
Having landed in Calna Muun, Darth Apollyon walked along the streets in his black Jenaasarai armor. He carried both his lightsabers today, his red bladed retrosaber upon the right side of his waist and his personal black bladed saber upon his left. He cared not for the looks of fear, distrust, and even hate that where being thrown his direction from people on the streets as he passed them, mothers pulling their children close and moving to the opposite side of the road or even stepping inside houses. He wasn't here to appease them, not that he would try if he even was here for that. No, he was here for two reasons. To collect an Agamarian beast for testing and genetic manipulation, and for that!
A heavy fluctuation in the Force to his left pulled him that way, and he turned and walked down an alley. Whoever was causing it was either untrained or very young, or perhaps even both. However he didn't care which it was. He found himself in need of an apprentice, and just when he was in the need the Force has provided an answer. Here was a potentially powerful being, causing fluctuations in the Force with out even trying and just when he was in the need. Yes....this was his chance and he would grasp it in his fist and hold on tight. He knew he was more then capable of apprenticing somebody beneath him, he had simply been waiting for the right person.
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Post by Ja'Skar Cole on Jan 2, 2015 14:44:12 GMT -8
Ja'Skar ducked down and leapt up as his fingers found the cold steel of a old pipe, he hoped it would support his 165 6'2 frame. As he began to haul himself up; his muscles quickly hauling him upon the side of the building. As he pressed his form to the ledge, his light grey eyes scanned the rooftops around him. Hover crafts and porting ships could be seen; everything seemed to focus for a moment as if he were wearing binoculars. A slow smile spread across his features, the breeze tossed his black leather sleeveless jacket about his toned arms. His torso covered by a a plain white v-neck while his forearms were covered in black bandages; It's going to break. As soon as the bar snapped beneath him, Ja'Skar's body reacted without thought leaping back. His left arm reaching out to catch another pipe, he knew it was there, how he knew...he couldn't explain. As soon as his hand wrapped about the pipe, pain radiated through his hand. It was a heating pipe, a snarl erupted from him as he dropped landing in a neat crouch. His left hand pressed against his dark pants as he snarled a string of curses beneath his breath, his right hand brushed through his black hair spiked atop his head.
The rage built within his form and exploded as he squeezed his burning fist, a crate erupted to his left. His gaze flickered to the the now destroyed crate wide-eyed as he sighed."It's getting stronger.." He glanced to the now broken pipe on the wall then to the pipe piece that had broken that now rested at his feet. The nineteen year old Epicanthix was still having a hard time of understanding his 'gifts', with a sigh he turned back to his injured hand removing some of the bandages on his forearms to now rise and wrap about his hand.
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Post by Abaddon on Jan 2, 2015 15:36:06 GMT -8
Darth Apollyon stopped in the alley and watched as a young man leap. He crossed his arms and tilted his head to the side. He chuckled softly as the male leap again, attempting to grab a steaming pipe that was clearly hot. When scalded the boy dropped to the ground and swore, clenching his fist. Then astonishingly the boy cause a crate to explode beside himself. A truly astounding achievement indeed for one not trained in the use of his power at all. When he began to wrap his burnt hand Darth Apollyon chuckled again deeply, and stepped forward. He spoke behind his mask to the boy, voice deep and throbbing.
"That was an excellent display or power, and a decent attempt at acrobatics. However you are untrained and thus you are unable to focus your power. How would you like to really learn how to wield your powers, and become all but invincible?" Behind his mask he smiled, eyes staring at the boy to see his reactions to both his sudden appearance, his looks and his words.
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Post by Ja'Skar Cole on Jan 2, 2015 19:05:03 GMT -8
Ja'Skar clenched his fist as something stirred a few yards ahead; a voice spoke to him. His cold greys snapped to the dark figure, his orbs locked upon the being before him. Something was off, this person seemed to give off the presence of danger yet spoke with such undertones of power and offered just that...power. Ja'Skar quickly reached out with his bandaged hand ignoring the slight stinging pain as he wrapped about the pipe he had broken which was jagged at either end. As he stood to his full height and glared at the being,"Who are you to offer such a thing?" He held the jagged pipe out towards the male,"You, who step from the shadows as if they belong to you. What gives you the right to offer me such a thing as power?" His orbs narrowed,"Anyone can speak, it takes a man to put forth the actions of his words." His gaze was entirely focused now, waiting for some response from the being.
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Post by Abaddon on Jan 2, 2015 19:33:03 GMT -8
Darth Apollyon laughed as the male stood clenching the jagged bit of pipe as a weapon and spoke. His words demanded answers, and Darth Apollyon was all to happy to answer them. The male before him was Epicanthix, so his usual skill of Mind twist wouldn't work upon the poor boy. A pity as that would have been so much easier to convince him. Instead he would have to do things the hard way. He chuckled softly, and he reached both hands upwards, open handed and fingers spread wide. Shadows swirled around him, gathering upon either side of the armor clad male. His eyes blazed red, the shadows swirling ominously and coalescing in two figures beside himself.
The shadow figures took form, becoming two shoulder high creatures resembling wolves on either side of himself. Glowing red eyes gleamed from each skull, all six eyes glaring at the boy. Darth Apollyon crossed his arms as his fingers grasped biceps and looked at the boy, never once reaching to touch the plasma based swords that hung from his waist. "Well boy?"
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Post by Ja'Skar Cole on Jan 2, 2015 22:23:47 GMT -8
Ja'Skar watched as the dark being crafted these shadowy monsters to life, his grey gaze narrowed upon the beasts and left a stoic look upon his features. Although, within the sanctuary of his thoughts he was rather impressed with the power that it had taken to craft these beings to life. It would seem this man did have some power and understanding of the 'Gifts', Ja'Skar, himself seemed to control. A demonic smile crossed his features,"It seems I have things to learn from you then.." It was decided, now this man would teach him and he would grow. "A warning...." His gaze narrowed with a blazing rage beneath his icy grey gaze,"Betray me and I shall tear you limb from limb, not even your pets will be able to stop me.." The rage seemed to respond with his intent as the pipe within his grasp seemed to break down into ashes; his hand opening to allow the ashes to cascade down. He hadn't expected that to happen but it seemed it had gotten his message across and to fully control these abilities before they got out of his control. His arms rising to cross over his chest as he now waited for a response from the shadowy figure.
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Post by Abaddon on Jan 3, 2015 8:00:59 GMT -8
Standing and watching the boy letting him speak his piece, Abaddon waves his hands and dismisses his wraiths who dissipate with small swirls of darkness. Then he stepped closer to the boy and jerked his hand upwards, using the Force to grip the boy and levitate him off the ground by almost a foot. Then with a flick, he turned his hand over and splayed his fingers. A single arc or bluish silver lightning struck out, crackling along the boy's chest before Darth Apollyon dropped his hand, releasing the boy. A stylish and painful punishment, meant as more of a show then true pain.
"Watch your tongue apprentice and do not threaten me again. I have power past what you can comprehend, and if you speak like that to me again we will have issues. I will am not like the belated Emperor Palpatine or his stooge Darth Vader. I do not waste precious and good resources to fuel my pride and ego or instill terror. I can accomplish both through other means. As long ad you are loyal, and don't attempt anything stupid like kiling me or over throwing me we will never have....how is it you children call it now a days? A falling out? Hmmm?" He looked at the punished boy, tilting his head.
"A simple and single test to prove your willing to be loyal. There is a creature upon this planet, commonly called and Agamarian beast. I would like one. Why is not important for the moment. Help me to obtain one and I shall begin your instruction.'
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Post by Ja'Skar Cole on Jan 3, 2015 22:24:30 GMT -8
Ja'Skar knew something was amiss as soon as the shadowy beasts were banished away and the man stepped closer. His muscles tensed as he readied for an attack. Although, what came next was something he did not expect. A pressure wrapped about his throat, his form rising a few feet from the ground as his air way. His cold grey orbs widened in surprise as he struggled for air, although the air seemed even thicker. Something else was coming and the pressure seemed to be thickest around his attacker; Pain! His mind registered the pain before he knew what it was that was causing it. A stream of lighting seemed to be attacking his chest; his heart raced within his chest a fiery pain spreading throughout his form. The scream that burned in his throat would not pass his lips as he gritted his teeth, yet defiance and rage burned in him as he glared at the man. His vision becoming a darkening world of white stars, as he gasped and struggled for breath. His thoughts ranged from "So weak...I'm so weak" to " I shall become a great master of these gifts!"
After what seemed like a slow eternity, he was released collapsing to his feet. On all fours he coughed, sputtering for air as smoke seemed to rise off of his form. His head rising to meet the shadowy figure as he spoke, and two names registered within his mind as the man."The Sith Lords?" a brow raised,"You're a Sith..." his gaze narrowed, he knew the story. His head nodded,"It seems I shall walk be walking the path of the Sith.." getting to his feet once again, Ja'Skar looked to the man."Allow me to Lead the way,Master. Although, just outside of the city, we can find these beasts. I've heard talk of them before. Just outside the western gate.." his breathing was relaxing as he composed himself from the attack. As he took a step to the left and gestured with a wave of his left hand for him to follow. As he turned and began to stroll down the alley way towards their destination in a rather brisk yet silent step.
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Post by Abaddon on Jan 4, 2015 14:52:37 GMT -8
Darth Apollyon watched the boy after being tortured and nodded. "No, my apprentice. Not the Sith....but we shall speak about that in greater detail later. For now lead the way towards this western gate and towards our prize." He walked behind the boy, watching him and around them to make sure nobody bothered them. Not that he was worried about that, however he had every intention of keeping his new apprentice alive and well. Again, he didn't want to waste a perfectly viable apprentice and resource just because the boy wasn't trained. He would test him harshly yes, endanger his life and let him be injured. However that was all about character and training. Unlike the Sith he would step in and keep his apprentice alive if need be. A dead apprentice couldn't learn anything, nor could they do his bidding.
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Post by Ja'Skar Cole on Jan 4, 2015 20:11:41 GMT -8
Ja'Skar moved in silence for sometime, his muscles slowly accustoming themselves to normality from the recent attacks. Ja'Skar maneuvered them through a maze of alleys throughout the city, with hardly a glance about him. As they stepped from another alley about ten yards away from the western gates checkpoint; a tingle touched the top of Ja'Skar's head something was coming from above. The next movement was pure instinct take a step back, his right arm cast out as a ward to his Master. An old pot crashed from the windowsill above, his grey gaze wandering upwards before stepping over the destroyed pot at his feet. Quickly, he glanced left and right for the guards that patrolled the city walls; he nodded his head."The guards patrol the street in two minute intervals coming from there.." gesturing to a main street fifteen feet to their left."And there.." pointing to his right about six feet. He glanced to the wall top,"There's a Gaurd up there facing the west, I'll get his attention we have about twenty seconds to get through the gate. If we stay along the wall and hit high grasslands just outside the gate...we should find our prey about another ten minutes walk outside the city."
He crouched searching the ground until he found a rather sizable stone upon the floor, grasping it; Ja'Skar took a deep breath and launched the stone. His ears listened out until he heard the thud of the stone against the guards helmet, for some reason he had known where to hurl the stone."Now!" he hissed, beneath his breath. He heard the footsteps of the approaching guards doing their rounds and seemed to glide across the floor in a quick and silent sprint across the space between the gate and the alley. As he crossed the western gate and glanced back at his Master,"Ten Seconds!" he hissed once more before disappearing just through the gate and pressing himself against the wall of city and slipped a bit down the length of the wall. He had faith the Sith as he simply deemed him for now would be able to make it, with ease.
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Post by Abaddon on Jan 5, 2015 9:52:15 GMT -8
He followed his apprentice through the back ally's, watching him closely. Most Master's would never take orders from their apprentice, however Abaddon wasn't most people. He wanted to see what his apprentice was capable of, and how attuned to the Force he really was. When the boy stopped and dodge a falling pot from a windowsill he nodded in silent approval. The boy was indeed well touched with the Force, and listening to it even if he didn't know it. When he spoke Abaddon listened to his plan. Was there a simplier way to achieve this? Certainly there was. Abaddon could have used his Mind Twist ability and warped the simple minds of the guards to think something was wrong else where or simply have knocked them out. He could have created force wraiths to distract them, attack them, and even kill them. It would have been easier then this running and sneaking about. However he was here to test his apprentice, not do everything for the boy so he followed his lead.
Moving quickly, all but silent behind his apprentice he never faltered and kept a steady pace behind him. Using the Force itself to keep a perfect stride with the boy so as not to run in to him or lag to far behind, he was standing beside him when he pressed against the wall. He said nothing still, letting his apprentice plan and act as he should. If one was handed everything in life, one wouldn't learn to act alone and would be completely dependent upon another forever. That wasn't want he wanted from his apprentice at all. Instead he wanted to cultivate and nurture that independence, with out it he would be hampered and sullen always wondering what he could do with out Abaddon around. A common mistake taken by many Masters, which would lead inevitably to their downfall. Likewise he also wanted to teach his apprentice how to think, for the mind itself was the best weapon one could ever have. Problem solving and ingenuity could over come just about any obstacle, no matter what the skills. Abaddon had been around for millennium, jumping from body to body and preparing for ages for what was to come. Patience, ingenuity, and tact was something one had to learn and exercise control over lest one lost themselves to the passion of the moment and made a critical mistake.
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Post by Ja'Skar Cole on Jan 5, 2015 20:54:54 GMT -8
Ja'Skar turned to watch his Master press against the wall with him, his eyes widened slightly impressed. He hadn't even heard his Master make a move or a sound, turning Ja'Skar ducked into the high grass and moved like a breeze. It wasn't long before they were closing in on their prey, the grass seemed more beaten and spread apart. His gaze wandered down to large prints in the grass and ducked even lower, his ears perking slitly as he caught the sounds of a large animal. He glanced behind him and gestured with a nod of his head a few yards ahead of them, his head peeking slightly out of the grass as he finally caught sight of the beast. There rather calm and docile as; Ja'Skar glanced back at his Master and nodded."Capture.." he muttered mostly to himself as he stood.
The moment he rose clearly visible from the grass was the moment the beast turned rather startled,; it's muscles tensed and it faced him now. The mighty horns that adorned the creature were rather intimidating to the weaponless Apprentice, but emotion was what animals and creatures fed on to understand a situation, the tics and unseen signals humans ignored was the language of beasts. "Easy..." he in a spoke and calming tone, his arms spread wide as he slowly approached. "Be still..." Ja'Skar attempted to push out kindness, a sleepy warmth of emotion towards the beast allowing himself to feel as least intimidating as he could. It seemed to be working, the animal's eyelids fluttered for a moment as its muscles slowly lost their tension. Ja'Skar smiled taking another cautious step forward,"Thats it." nodding his head yet as his foot came down,'Crack'! His eyes snapped startled as he glanced down a large yet old tree branch had snapped beneath his foot and he had given no care to what was underfoot so focused on the beast. His head snapped to attention as he looked forward, whatever spell he had lay upon the creature was broken and now anger and shock filled its gaze.
Ja'Skar watched as it leapt to life and charged, horns ready to impale him without mercy and his Master as well being only a few feet behind him. Fear flooded his form but not for him but for the fountain of knowledge and possible power the man behind him had to offer to the Young Man. "No!" Ja'Skar leapt out of the way just a few seconds to spare as the creature continued charging straight onwards. Ja'Skar rolled across the dusty earth and spun about ten yards remained between the charging animal and his Master; Rage and Fear seemed to flood his limbs yet without thought Ja'Skar threw his hand outs."Stop!" something seemed to explode into the beasts side sending it flying and tumbling for a few yards before skidding to a halt on its side as it breathed deep and rapid breaths. His eyes coming to stare at his hands as he rose to his feet and looked to his Master in utter confusion with a shake of his head a stoic demeanor passed over his features."Captured.."
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Post by Abaddon on Jan 7, 2015 13:49:17 GMT -8
Abaddon followed his apprentice away from the wall, moving out in to the sea of grass before them. He followed behind the boy and watched as he approached a beast, trying to move stealthily through the grass towards the creature. Abaddon knew this was a good test, as the Agamarian beasts where quite docile and could even be tamed and trained. However a wild one could just as easily be spooked and charged, a deadly experience if one wasn't ready or prepared both of which his apprentice was not. All part of the test, to see what his new found apprentice was capable of both physically, mentally, and through the raw Force potential he was exhibiting. When the boy looked back and muttered the word "capture" he simply nodded his helmeted head slowly up and down in silence and watched as his apprentice began.
Staying where he was, he simply observed his apprentice. He appeared to attempt to use the Force to subdue the beast, and appeared to be doing very well for a beginner except for when he stepped upon a rather large branch. When it snapped, it broke his apprentice's attention and caused him to look down. The lack of eye contact for a beginner, as well as the broken concentration broke the spell between the creature and boy. The beast, scared and bewildered charged the boy in it's terror. Abaddon watched as the boy leap out of the way, and stared at the beast as it trampled the earth beneath it's feet charging directly at him. He showed no fear, no startled reaction as the animal came closer and closer. He made no move to avoid the animal, and nodded as the beast suddenly flew off it's own feet and slid across the ground. He looked at his apprentice and nodded in approval.
"Excellent, you notice how in your anger and fear you grew stronger, boy? That is the power of the darkside. However it also makes you foolish and quick to action, with out thinking. You could have easily killed the animal, or caused it permanent damage which would ruin our purpose for it. That is your first lesson from me: Anger, fear, hate, and love are emotions that will strengthen you but you must also use them intelligently for they can blind you and cause you to be rash and foolish."
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Post by Ja'Skar Cole on Jan 19, 2015 10:50:28 GMT -8
He had watched as throughout the entierty of the beasts charge his Master had not moved in the slightest except nodding when the beast had been hurled away. Ja'Skar got to his feet and dusted himself off as he nodded his head, his Master was correct these emotions were powerful but he had been wrong in simply using raw power. As he nodded his head,"You are correct...Please teach me,Master." he looked at his helmeted teacher and smirked softly, now was the time to learn and grow as one with these gifts.A hand rising to brush through his hair as he looked at him and then turned to the beast."So now what're we supposed to do with that?"
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Post by Abaddon on Jan 24, 2015 8:16:12 GMT -8
Abaddon nodded seeing his apprentice's understanding. He was a fast learner, and open to his teachings which made him a much better padawan then most would be. He reached to his side and grasped a comm link and brought it to his face. Activating it he spoke quickly.
"Verketh, bring the ship to the coordinates on the comm. We have our cargo and a guest. Make Morlac understand be isn't to...harm either of them." He quickly hung the comm link from his waist and nodded back towards the city.
"Verketh with bring the Kom'rk transport to us, and he and his brother will load the cargo." He gestured with his hand. "Then we will leave this place and begin your true train, my apprentice." Abaddon watches the Kom'rk approach, landing and his two nekghouls climbed out and working together hauled the agamarrian beast on board. Following them, he boarded the transport and once everybody was settled he spoke to Verketh.
"Back to Genesis, Verketh."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2016 20:05:48 GMT -8
From his observation post in the forest overlooking the capital city of Agamar, Lorcan slowly pans his buy'ce over the city's starport and other landmarks of strategic value such as the Council Center, recording the footage and accompanying sensor feed data so that it can be used if and when the Clan leaders approve his elder brother's plan to take the strategically situated world in order to make it an outpost for future Mando'ade operations. From what he has observed of the planet's orbital and ground defenses, Lorcan does not believe that it will be a difficult battle to win, especially when he and the other members of his advance recon team will have collected enough intelligence to ensure that the Mando'ade can surgically target many of the planetary defense bases and other targets of strategic value early on.
Glancing at the time displayed on his HUD to see how much longer he and his team have to complete their surveillance before they need to move out to return to their LZ along with the other reconnaissance teams currently gathering intel on other locations of strategic value, Lorcan moves out for another vantage point from which to collect data about the capital city and it's surroundings.
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Post by Zuka Zammanee Tarkin on Jul 15, 2016 10:01:46 GMT -8
Across the capital city of Calna Muun chaos, fear and utter panic has taken hold. Zuka's commandos have landed, but the only evidence of their presence are the well timed explosions that rock the city and disrupt the power grids. With communications restored the city's news agencies broadcast reports of the invasion. Reports show people fleeing the city centers or attempting to board transport. One broadcast videoed a crowded transport vessel taking off, only to be shot down by the orbiting Tarkin above the city. Just as Lord Tarkin had instructed, commando units all across the planet infiltrated the key power facilities, killing all who stood in their way. Their were a few reports of commandos being killed by desperate Agamarians, but reinforcements avenged their comrades. With every explosion another power facility was brought down and like a well oiled machine coordinates were sent up to the Tarkin and minutes later dozens of military targets were showered with turbolaser fire from orbit.
Over the council center, Zuka's Lambda-Class shuttle emerged from the clouds and zoomed down for the building currently being overrun by Zuka's Eriaduan Commandos. Suddenly, the Lambda shuttle was met in the air by a single Z-95 Headhunter, the pilot managed to strike the shuttle once. With the shuttle's top wing clipped controlling the craft was made more difficult. The pilots were forced to deviate from their flight plan and took the shuttle low to the tops of the building. It became clear the shuttle had spotted a squad of commandos on a rooftop preparing to fire their homing launcher at the Headhunter, but needed a clearer target. The shuttle soon roared past the group of rooftop commandos with the Headhunter following behind. With Zuka's battle meditation and concentration still unbroken the commandos launcher met its target easily. The damaged shuttle was then able to land at the council center.
Once landed the shuttle immediately lowered its loading ramp, the pilots both yelling for the high priority passengers to exit immediately as their sensors detected a pair of enemy star fighters en route...
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Post by Thrakk Valinor on Jul 16, 2016 0:43:24 GMT -8
* Thrakk exits the shuttle calm and collected. Walking down the loading ramp, his boots touch Agamarian soil for the first time. Looking around the area, Thrakk could see teams of commandos preparing for the assault on the council center. Looking out at the city, smoke and explosions could be seen erupting from almost every part of it. Thrakk turns as he feels something in force. Looking up in to the sky, he sees two Z-95 headhunters screaming through the air towards their position. Reaching out into the air with his left hand, Thrakk draws on the power of the force as he grips the first fighter. He moves his hand as if he was crushing something in his palm, the fighters wings and hull crumple like paper. Thrakk then moves his hand quickly to the right jerking the heavily damaged fighter into the path of its counter part. With a great explosion the two fighters collide leaving only fiery debris to rain down to the surface.
Thrakk looks up at the pilots of the shuttle and nods to them, he told them he would ensure their safety and he had.
Thrakk unclips one of his lightsabers with his right hand holding the hilt firmly in his grasp. He motions for the first team of commandos to follow him. *
" You men with me, we will head straight for the council chambers. The rest of you split into four groups, hit the building from every side. Clear it out floor by floor. Set sentries at all entrances, once reinforcements arrive widen our perimeter by a few blocks in each direction. We will need a clear path of exit once we have the council members....nothing enters or leaves this area alive "
* Thrakk turns and heads towards the main entrance to the council building with two squads of Tarkin's Commandos. They walk up the main entry steps with no resistance, after a few moments they are at the main doors.Thrakk unlcips his other lightsaber, no holding both of his weapons in either hand, his thumbs resting gently on there activation switches. *
" Blow the door on my signal and throw in your concussion detonators "
* The commandos quickly move forward setting charges on the doors and ready their grenades *
"Now"
* The massive entry doors blow open as the charges explode breaking the doors off of their hinges and sent flying into the building in multiple large pieces. The commandos then throw their concussion detonators inside, Thrakk tracks the thumps and as the last one detonates he springs forward with inhuman speed. Through force he can sense the Agamarian defenders inside.
His lightsabers come to life, the twin red blades become a flurry as they cut down the disoriented and concussed Agamarians. Thrakk moves with deadly precision and in the blink of an eye it was done. At that moment the smoke begins to clear and the Commandos come moving in just in time to see Thrakk stands up out of crouch at the far end of the main entry room and clip his lightsabers to his belt. Strewn out all around him where the bodies of the 30 man security team that had been there.
Thrakk turns his head slightly back to look over his shoulder at the commandos. *
" Inform Lord Tarkins Shadowguard that we have secured the main entrance, send the message to all forces to make entry and begin their assaults. "
* The only thing saving the commandos from Thrakk seeing the shock on their faces was there helmets. But it did not delay there work, as they quickly secure the front entrance and sentries are set up. The orders go out and Thrakk could feel the rumbles of multiple other explains as the three other commando attack groups made entry into the building and began clearing it of All its inhabitants.
Taking in a deep breath Thrakk continues to keep himself open to the power of the force, using the emotions of battle to fuel fire of the darkside within him. His eye color now had changed from blue to red with an eerie glow similar to the blades of his lightsabers. He waits for Zuka before pressing on*
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Post by Zuka Zammanee Tarkin on Jul 18, 2016 6:27:12 GMT -8
Zuka breaks from his battle meditation and wakes to find himself sitting on the floor of the shuttle. His senior shadowguard notices and speaks up...
=Sgt. Tiberius=
Lord Tarkin... We have landed, Lord Valinor has gone ahead... everything is going as you planned, sir.
Zuka rises and smooth's his imperial moff uniform. He then checks for his weapons.
With his utility belt equipped, Zuka and his contingent of Shadowguard exit the shuttle under no hostile enemy fire. Weapons fire and explosions could be heard in the distance and from within the council building. After a short walk from the shuttle Zuka caught up to Lord Valinor in the main entry of the council center.
Well done, Lord Valinor. Let us move onward... I don't want to be here any longer than I have to be. Zuka turns to Sgt. Tiberius.I am not defenseless! Engage stealth and secure the council chambers, you will know when to show yourselves.
With the order given the contingent of shadowguards disappear and move ahead unnoticed. They manage to enter the lightly secured council chamber unnoticed and stand, in stealth, a circular manner covering the exits and surrounding the councilors. Zuka motions to Thraak to lead the way...
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