Fate of the Duels (PVP Thread)

[Gherron Dragovalor]

Location: Hangar
Allies: Hopefully [member="Nefertari Sovint"]
Enemies: [member="Valashu Elahad"]

As the arrow flew toward Rylan, he had a split second to react before it touched him. Quickly as he could, he dodged out of its path, but failed to realize that the sleeve he had seen before on the shaft was in fact, an explosive. Lurching forward from the blast, he cradled himself and broke his fall with a quick roll, ending it by placing his left hand on the ground and his right pointed upward with his pistol in hand, looking for the man. As his vision cleared, his ears still rung from the blast, but he could see the emerald archer sprinting to the right to grab some cover. Feeling it was a good idea, he also took to cover, keeping his eye on the spot he'd last seen his opponent. "You're pretty good!", he called out, as he reloaded his weapon. Holstering it, he grabbed his secondary pistol, loading it with a flare round. This next shot, he hoped, would be enough to disorient the man, just as the explosion had done to him. Leaving cover for only a moment, he fired the round at the stacked crates where he had last seen the other, a bright flash of red engulfing the area. Shielding his eyes with his hood, he then sprinted over to the crates, taking the black pistol out once more, and leaping over them. "Gotcha!" He pointed the barrel down... at nothing. "What?" He'd been tricked. Cursing silently, he immediately moved to turn around, hoping he hadn't just screwed himself over and fallen into a simple trap.

 

[Micah Talith]

Location: The hangar, left corner.
Allies: [member="Cerita Sarova"] Any people not trying to shoot at me.
Enemies: None for now.
Objective: Follow Miss Green
( Location 1 ---> 3 )
Music: Uptown Funk!

Being invisible didn't come hard for Micah. With his armor along with his array of trinkets, the Talith was invisible to the naked eye and through the Force. One of the neat things about being a Force tracker and the sneaky sneaky that flanks the tank is being able to move quietly and quickly. See, he had come into this hanger looking to do his usual devil may care shimmy towards the reactor and perhaps make it go boom -- at least until something caught along the wiggling sithspawn of his eyes. It was barely there, a slight shimmering, but the Talith had experience wearing the Eyes of the Dunaan given to him by [member="Mara"] D'lessio Merrill long ago. Plus a little bit of a knack at finding things that didn't want to be found.

And this one, hmm... something about it made his fingertips tingle.

Choosing the path of little actual fighting, the Talith chose to take heed of the inkling sensation. Poor Cerita wouldn't know what was trailing her. Maybe it was just because Micah had the luxury of living with a Defel Wraith the bulk of his life, but if she was planning on doing this quietly... ohh, she had something coming.

Or at the very least a smart aleck Micah with the devil in his eyes and the constant smirk plastered on his face.


Armor | Micah's Shock Gauntlets | Bracers of Salee | Cloak of Aatrox | Micah's Helm | Micah's Armor |
Trinkets | Circlet of Salee | Covenant Rings | Awesome Amulet | Micah's Force Tracker Talisman | Kusk Chwukkun: Eyes of the Dunaan |
Gear | Lightsaber | Bodo Baas Gunbelt | Morp Gun | AI-Wrist Blaster | 1 Energy Bola | 2 Thermal Grenades | 2 Sonic Grenades | 2 Cryoban grenades | Awesome Sword | 1 Oubliette Satchel | 2 Pairs of TerentAttack Cuffs |

 

[Matreya]

Location: Hangar
Enemies: [member="Rylan Thatcher"] (Potentially: Nefertari Sovint)
((ooc// Lol I worded that bad. Had meant to say he dropped the arrow like Rylan had wanted. Apologies))

Sliding to a halt, Valashu lurched upward, aiming another shot toward his opponent... but then a flare exploded in the very same direction. Caught with eyes facing the blinding light, he squinted at the watering, fighting to keep from going blind entirely. He also bore no other skills in sight, nor mind reading, so he had effectively become sightless by all means. Thus he honed in his hearing, listening for signs of movement or danger.

 

[Darth Abyss]

"Like you I do my traitorous brother."

Abyss gave the sith lord a simple nod. He knew that this was more than a simple question, it was an invitation for a slaughter that only sith would be able to perform. Ferus wasn't the man who in the end set the blow that cost him his leg, but the man who did it listened to the dark lords commands. One day he would take revenge for what happened on mindaabal, but not today, as there were more important matters to attend to, jedi to kill, and devastating weapons to seize control of.

"Do you wish to plunge your sword in the chest of a jedi?"

As the words left his mouth, the sith Knight turned away from the sith lord, observing the hanger around him. If the jedi would manage to deactivate the weapon, all sith, not only ferus and his allies, and only Abyss and his, would lose. This temporary, brittle alliance would be the blade that would keep the omega active, with any means necessary, no matter the cost. Anything that would lead the sith into an golden age once more.

[member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

"I certainly agree with the idea, my grown brother." A vocal acknowledgement of [member="Darth Abyss"] 's recent ascension. A wicked smile formed on the Sith's face as he palmed his lightsaber, letting the red blade burn to life. He too looked around the large hangar, but he didn't make a move to engage anyone just yet. So many sides, so many possible enemies. Last thing he needed was to get ganked like he had so long ago.

"Where shall we start?"

 

[Kami Meran]

[member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Cathbodua"]

tossing her three grenades Kami turned to the Jedi "Looks like we got Some freker's attention and he is dressed like a Tapani day trick 'r treater. Run." she said opening fire and ducking threw the door that the force lightning opened.
Seriously what was the frekin point of all this force skev? she slapped 2 mines behind the frame of the door way and bolted after the doctor.
she ran threw her inventory that was her 3 grenades gone. and 2 of her mines, sod it she tossed her last one deside a desk.
" eat that skever"

 

[Onley Xiangu]

LOCATION: Room 6
OBJECTIVE: Get ready to rumble.
ALLIES: [member="Velok the Younger"]
ENEMIES: [member="Mira Rekali"]

Even if he’d been deaf it would have been exceptionally hard to miss the Whiphid nearby. Onley was tall for his age and yet no growth spurt would ever see him catching up to Velok. He fell in to step with his recent acquaintance, ducking in to the room off the side. It didn’t provide any easy way to view the lay of the land but it was a place to catch his bearings before they both entered back in to the fray. The cacophony of signatures entering the hangar was dizzying - even if he’d had more skill in discerning what he was sensing in the Force, he might never have been able to pick out one from another until they were right on top of him.

His main goal was exploration, or finding something useful he could bring back to the group of Sith he’d fallen in with. Somewhere in his mind he knew he should be thinking about stopping whoever was attempting to blow up the galaxy but he’d never exactly claimed to be interested in anything but his own ends. Looting was a lot more appealing.

A room full of crates was basically a holiday to Onley, endless gifts with endless possibilities - all there for him. Unfortunately the more he opened the more he just found ship parts, and nothing all that unique or exciting. “You’d think a place like this would have something more interes--” He stopped mid-sentence. Though he was completely unable to describe what it was that he felt, a sensation like bugs crawling up his spine filtered over him. “Can you sense that?”

 

[Jericho]

Location: Charging Room 3
Objective: Reach Cat and take down anyone in the way.
Allies: [member="Cathbodua"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Carnifex"]


Jericho leaned to the ground to take another bated breath before the his battle would commence. He patted his armor once more to ensure they were tight but not too tight so he would not be so encumbered, the rolled his arms then shoulders then bounce again from foot to foot. He took some time to familiar himself to everything around before putting his hand onto one his sabers and making his move. He crept from create to create, despite his size and frame making little sound as he continued to look around. It was then he heard the sounds of a door opening followed by the sounds of an activating saber. Jeriicho hurried to make his way the sounds in the following room where he saw a large armored being seemingly attempting to get through the crate or something within. Whomever this being was, the darkness seeped from his very being, his aura was as menacing as it was powerful, Jericho had to be very careful when facing off with such an opponent. After another quick breath, Jericho quickly made his move and charged at the being, "ROAR!" He shouted unleashing a powerful bellow following the sound of his own igniting golden blade, he aimed a slashed aimed for the back of his leg.

 

[Darth Prazutis]

Location: Room 1 - Hanger
Objective: Destruction
Allies: [member="Darth Carnifex"]
Enemies: Everyone

Once great the massive leviathan that was the One Sith Empire finally collapsed into disarray, anarchy and sheer chaos. Its violent death throes attracted the entire galaxy that watched with baited breath as the tyrannic organization died. Long forgotten secrets and plans yet to be put into place were finally taking center stage, being used by remaining zealots. But the sanity of these individuals was long since nonexistent and rather than wielding these powerful creations against the enemies of the Sith, everyone was a viable target for their rage. Once upon a time the man that stood bracing himself alongside the Butcher-King aboard this descending shuttle once proudly considered himself among these beings. But no longer would they be bound to an obsolete philosophy, now they would bow before no one. They would follow their own agenda and in doing so carve a dark legacy in the galaxy to last thousands of years to come. But even these two Dark Lords couldn't ignore the danger that these madmen posed to the entire galaxy, and they were awestruck at the massive weapon of destruction rogue sith were able to bring together even while cut off from the falling empire.

The bloody battle around this installation raged for quite some time as the wreckage of blackened, burning ships and countless corpses floating away to the darkness of space was evidence enough. Lives were lost in droves on both sides as the forces of the various nations of the galaxy desperately tried to punch a hole in the battle lines of their enemy. They succeeded in ripping a hole big enough to allow ships like the one Prazutis and his friend, and mentor had through. As their shuttle moved through the hangar landing on the battle scorched deck the loading ramp was forced open, and out jumped the God-King and the Dark Titan in full battle regalia, followed by various Sith who with a swift snap hiss engaged with their crimson weaponry. Prazutis engaged his lightsaber and trudged through the large sealed doors on the far left side of the hangar bay.

The dark side swirled around the Dark Titan at his beckon call as he reached out to the door and with a powerful thrust forward the dark energy exploded in a tidal wave towards these doors crushing the corpses of those standing in its way, and sending the doors open with a thunderous crash just as enemy forces began to pour out towards the pair. As [member="Jericho"] engaged the large figure of Carnifex, Prazutis lept towards the man and began his own barrage on the mans flank with powerful strikes in the djem-so style he and his mentor were masters of.

 

[Nefertari Sovint]

Location: Hangar
Objective: Remove the danger of the Omega, don't die
Allies: [member="Rylan Thatcher"] (not yet onto his real identity)
Enemies: [member="Valashu Elahad"]

A several years stronger Nefertari Sovint had landed in the hangar. Quickly she grabbed her lightsabers, and noticed when something else clattered out of the storage compartment. The semi automatic pistol her brother had entrusted to her before she had blasted off of Exis. Taking the weapon and the ammo, she quickly made her way behind a shipping crate to sense how she could get to the core in order to disable this mechanical monstrosity everybody was on.

Amid the chaos and tension, the jedi could sense a force signature she knew. At first she thought it might be the man she was hoping to find...but it was only Rylan. The two felt remarkably similar in the force, but with some noticeable differences. She hadn't spotted him yet, but saw one who was unmistakably a mandalorian. Attempting to sneak up on the archer, she drew Azu's .44 in her left hand, and her trusty blade of light in the other.

Nefertari had seen the flash from the flare, but had looked away just in time. Killing this archer with a shot to the head? Some would take that road, but Nef had known for a long time that that was not the Jedi way. Besides, tennitis would work just as well.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Location: The hangar, left corner. Location 1 ---> 3 ----> 2
Allies: Me, Myself, I & apparently [member="Micah Talith"].
Others: [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Jericho"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"] | [member="Cathbodua"] | [member="Kami Meran"]
Enemies: None for now.
Objective: Research possibilities.

A battle waged a few meters away from the door that led onward and away from the hangar.

Yet, Sarova did not recognize a single soul in the conflict. This told her that this was not her battle to fight and as such, and while still cloaked away from any searching eyes by her cloak, she stayed on course -- wandering closely to the further left wall of the hangar and up towards the door that would lead... somewhere.

In truth the only reason she had picked this one, was because it was the closest to her. Further away the alchemist could make out a flurry of movement, of fights and lightsabers lighting up.

The risk was too great and the advantages too few.

Sadly, the woman was far too focused on not missing anything right in front of her, to realize she was being followed by a little scamp by the name of Micah. Had she known... well, she probably would have punched him in the face for trying to sneak up on her, but that was discussion for another time.

She was about to approach the door towards Location 3, but then she noticed the sheer chaos around those parts. First the burning hole inside the first bulkdoor, followed by the Mandalorian scampering through it and she saw just glimpse of little droids running about in the hallway.

Followed by one Sith Lord blasting through the door.

All of this made Cerita think, hmm, before angling herself away from that passage and instead moving carefully, cautiously away from that location towards the other. Past the broken apart shipping crates -- explosions rocketed behind her as she walked, making her think it was the right decision after all - instead she'd head towards general direction of Location 2.

Past the crates and ships, consistently trying to keep to the shadows.

 

[Iroatas]

Location: Hallway between 5 and 2.
Allies: @First Order; [member="Darth Veles"], [member="CT-47B"], [member="Darth Banshee"]

The enormous Maelibus stopped.

He turned.

Something was calling out to him.

Something beyond the generic beck and call of the Force whispering to him that he went the wrong way.

It transcended his understanding, but the message was clear.

The Knight of Ren wasted no more time.

I understand.

Black cloak and all the rest that was connected to him, he turned and ran in the other direction. He moved quickly, even without the Force, he even crashed through a pile of crates to get to the other doorway and then he was in the hallway, right outside of the Research Station. He had arrived to where he was supposed to be. But he stopped, and then he looked down the hallway. He was close to opening up the door, but he didn't. This time there was no other voice.

The Knight of Ren served, but the Knight of Ren was also a sentient creature.

And sentient creatures were curious.

He walked to the research lab.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vkOJ9uNj9EY​

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Location: Busting through all sorts of social and cultural barriers
Objective: Gon' deliver it to them, with the non-stop, pop pop, and stainless steel
Allies: [member="Darth Prazutis"]
Enemies: [member="Cathbodua"], [member="Kami Meran"], [member="Jericho"]
Others: [member="Cerita Sarova"], [member="Micah Talith"]

The Mandalorian disappeared through the hole cut through the semi-slagged door by the Jedi Knight, and the path was laid open for Carnifex to approach without opposition. However; not everything was as it seemed in the chaos of battle, it never was. A flash of precognitive warning was all that alerted him to the danger that materialized from behind him, followed shortly by the impact from the rolling tidal waves of sonic devastation from the individual who let forth the initial hellish bellow. Instinctively his sabatons magnetized and adhered the massive warrior to the metal floor he stood on, preventing him from being thrown back like a ragdoll from the attack although he had weathered far worse without the aid of mag-grip soles. He twisted his upper body half way to cast a cursory glance back at the man who followed up with his mighty roar with a charge, golden lightsaber ignited and aimed to slice at his hamstrings.

However; like Carnifex's other extremities his legs, front and back, were covered by a layer of reinforced durasteel chainmail and sealed by indomitable phrik plating. Against any normal foe Jericho's attack would've cut through the back of the leg, critically injuring the recipient, but then again this Dark Lord was far from any ordinary adversary. The blow from the attack wouldn't been felt even through the armor plating, but the Sith Lord's only reaction was a grunt of annoyance rather than pain or anger, and with a sweeping backhand with his left hand he summoned forth a wall of telekinetic energy to batter into Jericho with the intent to throw him back away from the Dark Lord's immediate vicinity.

"Back vermin!"

Carnifex's voice was amplified by the annunciator built into his horned helmet, and his brooding baritone rumble was further augmented by a mechanical drone that made it seem like two voices were speaking at the same time. It was purely a method of intimidation that was known to send lesser beings fleeing for their lives, but the Dark Lord suspected that this man who so brazenly charged him down would be made of sterner stuff than the listless droogs that usually threw themselves upon his blade. But he didn't have time for such frivolities, for if there was anything worth gleaming from this station's databanks it would undoubtedly be found behind these series of sealed doors that attracted such unwanted attention from the invaders. Carnifex would be livid if he allowed such worthless worms access to anything that could prove bountiful for his own sinister ambitions.

He turned back around to face the slagged door, which his contemporary Prazutis had just so callously blown open with his own vulgar display with the Dark Side of the Force. The way to the inner chamber laid bare before him, and without a moment's hesitation he began to charge like a raging bull reek through the thrown open doors, heedless of the mines and caltrops strewn about by those who came before him. He was known to shrug off such minor inconveniences, and with the armor he wore he doubted he would suffer any real damage from whatever explosive devices they had placed. His lumbering footsteps would be like thunder to those within audible range, and the very sight of his horned visage barreling down the hallway would be enough to stop the hearts of the weak-willed.

 

[Jericho]

Although they were surrounded by the sounds of battle and death. The hall in which the two giants stood remained fairly quiet. That was until the aura of another extentered the equation. With his own dark and powerful enenergy he came bursting as if out of no where. Doors went flying torn clean off their hinges followed the a torrent of corpses, rag dolled bodies with no will dancing to the torrents dark tune. That wasn't the end, not even close as more creatures began to flood out of the wood work and make their way to the other side of the crate. Though the new sounds of creatures and more death was the least of his concerns. At the blink of an eye the other charged at him with a flurry of blows.

Thinking quickly, Jericho disengaged his own attack so he could reflect a few of the blows then shaped the air from around his feet to blow himself backward to avoid and heavy strikes. Did it seem that he was really aiming to make a strike? No. It seemed that he was merely attack to defend his master or friend. Whatever the relationship between the two, the other one got the job done. With a breath Jericho went into his unique stance. This time instead of attack since he lost the element of surprise. He analyzed both from head to toe.

[member="Darth Prazutis"]
Cathbodua, [member="Kami Meran"]
[member="Cerita Sarova"], Micah Talith

 

[Kami Meran]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iIpfWORQWhU

Location... umm someplace
objective. insist i ain't white
alies behind me
enimy frak im.

Why the frag did all the creepy evil guys have stupid armor that was stupidly impervious? all Kami had was her speed... and skills.
she made her way back to aid [member="Jericho"] and @Carbothda
" Why these idiots got so heavy armor? go for the joints. " she yelled.

 

[Darth Veles]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GoIwr-zdA9M​

Location: Hanger -> Corridor between 2 and 5
Objective: Destroy
Allies: FO, KoR, [member="CT-47B"], [member="Iroatas"], [member="Darth Banshee"]
Enemies: TBA


Keeping himself safe and out of sight, still cloaked in invisibility, the Mon Cal soundlessly stalked the hanger and assessed the situation. Small groups and lone heroes alike have scattered around, some disappearing in the massive ship’s corridors, others continued to linger around. Secluded prey always presented such a tempting target, yet Veles had opted for continuing his journey undetected for now, assist the First Order with their hunt for any useful information left behind by the rogue Sith. His amber-coloured eyes squinted towards the massive Maelibus charging through several crates that got in his way, and a brave stormtrooper who stood out as much as the gargantuan knight of Ren – the man’s white armour contrasted against the ship’s dark interior and glaringly gave away his allegiance. Lastly, there was this woman suspiciously similar to Veles’ old colleague, even in signature; Banshee, Sabrina.

Spotting that the present First Order forces went after her, the Mon Calamari had decided to follow, if only to ensure she did interfere with the plans of his allies. And to kill her, if the opportunity presented itself. Friendships had to go when necessary. Not that much of a surprise considering the treacherous Sith Lord was more than ready to kill his lover if she ever appeared again.

Like apparitions that were said to haunt old tombs and temples, Veles had advanced undisturbed and unnoticed. A skirmish to his right certainly did a good job at diverting attention and he only prayed for them to kill each other. As he slipped through the doorway and entered the dim lit, long and narrow hallway filled with the Maelibus, the amphibian had moved past the big guy and finally dropped the light-crafted cloak, seeing as the only other people stood at the very end of this corridor and were none other than Banshee and the stormtrooper from earlier. Of course, before revealing himself to their sights, his mind gently brushed against the stormtrooper’s and inserted a warning not to fire at the sudden and unexpected appearance.

Decisive and purposeful, his long strides brought him to the duo and joined their fight against the locked door. The other side denied them passage further, having them know something of value lied cornered in there and proudly refused to yield to the First Order’s cravings. Still, cation remained a necessity, the threat of a sudden complication always on his mind, relentlessly reminding the Sith to remain aware of the situation behind them.

No words announced his intentions, yet those were betrayed by a treacherous snap-hiss that left little doubt about the amphibious assassin’s strategy. A forward motion of his left hand and the crimson blade sunk into the metal standing in their way as if it were butter, followed by very careful and very deliberate motion that carved a line. Lightsabers knew how to make an entry where none existed.

 

[Cathbodua]

Location: Room 3
Allies: [member="Jericho"] [member="Connor Harrison"] [member="Kami Meran"]
Other: [member="Cerita Sarova"] [member="Micah Talith"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Carnifex"]
Role: White Mage

She felt something... three something, the first was the darkside at the door she had slipped through, the second was as she sliced another hole in the optical camo someone arriving and starting to slice the door, the third was that Jericho was starting to fight and she focused on him with the force. Transferring energy to him while she moved through and slid the blade into her sheath on the armor. The mandalorian who had been there with her could follow or fight but she was here to help them as needed when the room she slipped into was a lab and she started on it. Using the small forearm wrist pad to start on the machines here as she spoke.

"Quiet, Hellcat and Rebirth start functions and search through what you can. Crack their systems and we'll continue from there." She was setting up the datapad to keep using as she went over many of the things. Her armor was good and she could channel the force energies to empower Jericho more against the sith lords that were in there as she was working to have and hope (Thurion Heavenshield, [member="Coci Heavenshield"] or [member="Connor Harrison"] appeared to come and aid them in the duel here. This was a place for the jedi powerhouses after all. The chirping from the datapad she had to confirm it was working and the programs were handling the situation to look for informaiton, medical and weapons was there.

 

[Vorhi Alestrani]

Location: Behind [member="Darth Abyss"] and [member="Darth Ferus"]
Objective: Get some answers
Gear: Flash bangs, detonite, Lucky pimp gloves, Gourd of Booze(Hard liquor, 93% full), Sight beyond sight,

Obligatory Theme music: [youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w8Elaz06Gyw[/youtube]


Light. Dark. Stealth. Those words meant lots of thigns to beings with eyes that they didn't to Vorhi. Even the supposed concealment of auras left shadows, dim whispers. Little could hide from him. So, instead of hunting and maiming those who skulked in the shadows, he dicded the two younger men, who did so little to conceal themselves, would be worthwhile. He stood behind them, clearing his throat. "HEEERHHHEGMMM," he announced to them with all the stealth of a terentatek at an all-people-you-can-eat buffet (they're quite popular on Felucia, although most the food usually calls them "lumber camps").



"Lads," he said gently, "I don't suppose either of you are willing to tell an old man everything you know about this installation?" He faked the creakiness a bit. He was only 46, and frankly, force-intensified training did a body good. Still, as of right now, he looked like an odd man with golden gloves, gourd in hand, stance loose and casual. He was leaning against the wall behind them and sighing. "Keep in mind, I only need one of you conscious enough to answer my questions.....I'm afraid I'm no Jedi, though." He smirked. His arms were behind his back. His back against the wall, literally. What the hell was this old lunatic up to?

 

[Kami Meran]

Location i dunno
objective be distracting
enimy [member="Darth Carnifex"]

Kammi just had to distract the hulk and keep him ocupied and let [member="Cathbodua"] get her job done.
so she ducked and dove drawing both her knives.
" go for the week spots mate." she yelled at [member="Jericho"]

 

[knight_of_fire98]

Location: Narrow Hallway between Storage (5) and Research (2) aka First Order Firezone
Allies: First Order. [member="Darth Veles"] [member="Iroatas"] [member="Darth Banshee"]
Enemies: TBD

The Stormtrooper watched in amazement as the Mon Cal faded into existence, the Sith's warning having put his mind at ease in one way and set it alight in another as he subtly saluted the force users that flooded into his hallway.

Can he tell what I'm thinking?

Regardless of whether he could, the dark lords sudden appearance had brought a new worry to the Stormtroopers mind, whose armour rustled with a shifting of plastic as he refocussed his gun down the hallway. His body laid prone and hidden behind a set of metal boxes he had dragged from the nearby storeroom to act as cover.

They can hide in plain sight.

But this was no issue, First Order training had encouraged the development inginuity and creativity in the battlefield. A trait identified early in CT-47B that kept his ever expanding combat file at the forefront of his superiors minds as a Stormtrooper suitable for officer training. He aimed his X-11E at the lights down the corridor and fired, as the lighting fixtures in front of him exploded and a layer of glass and metal fell to rest on the floor. His helmet automatically adjusted for low light conditions, while CT-47B manually altered his helmets sound configuration to enchance quiet sounds like rustling, footsteps, and the sound of metal and glass being walked on, and to dull loud sounds to a decibel level that wouldn't damage his ear drums.

Try getting past me now you leathernecked scum

And then he waited.