Commander Shroat
Ex-Commander of the 41st Elite Division
It wasn't pleasant when Shroat discovered the Sith were still roaming in the galaxy. Such darkness, it could never truly disappear even when eradicated. It was not a joke to him, and never was since his birth. The Sith were always hanging beneath the surface of publicity, until they were ready to strike.
Order 66.
That was the last time Shroat discovered how prepared the Sith were. It certainly, was a wicked move.
Arriving into a facility, Shroat approached the Sasori Research and Development building on the planet of Shri-Tal. He knew this was the place to make his new army, for the Jedi. For the Silver Sanctum. Shroat hoped to strike a deal with the owner, and also Jedi Master, [member=Matsu Ike]. She, too, was a part of the Silver Sanctum, and potentially shared common interests in aiding the Silver Sanctum.
Shroat already devised a plan for the army he would raise. An organized, efficient plan, for what he called: 'The Clone Army of the Silver Sanctum'. A typical name, however spoke honesty. Simplicity.
After registering with the front desk, Shroat entered an elevator, and went up to the final office. The owner's office. Calmly opening the door, he entered to meet a short, youthful-looking woman.
*Good to meet you, Jedi Master Ike*, said Shroat, out of his voice-changer.
Order 66.
That was the last time Shroat discovered how prepared the Sith were. It certainly, was a wicked move.
Arriving into a facility, Shroat approached the Sasori Research and Development building on the planet of Shri-Tal. He knew this was the place to make his new army, for the Jedi. For the Silver Sanctum. Shroat hoped to strike a deal with the owner, and also Jedi Master, [member=Matsu Ike]. She, too, was a part of the Silver Sanctum, and potentially shared common interests in aiding the Silver Sanctum.
Shroat already devised a plan for the army he would raise. An organized, efficient plan, for what he called: 'The Clone Army of the Silver Sanctum'. A typical name, however spoke honesty. Simplicity.
After registering with the front desk, Shroat entered an elevator, and went up to the final office. The owner's office. Calmly opening the door, he entered to meet a short, youthful-looking woman.
*Good to meet you, Jedi Master Ike*, said Shroat, out of his voice-changer.