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Finding your Past [Open!]

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With the camouflage active it was impossible for the republic soldiers to know that they were nearby. They could have used their ears and heard the Mandalorian’s sneaking up on them, but in the jungles of Dxun it was nearly impossible to hear anything just above a whisper. Which was about how loud the Mando’s were as they approached the small camp of Republic soldiers that were preparing for their next assault into Dxun’s heart.

They all knew that the Republic was slowly starting to turn the tide against them. As much as they tried to ignore the fact, there was no way they could deny the evidence. Revan’s planned assault on Dxun was an elaborate and intense strategy on a grand scale. The first phase had called for thousands of droids to be air dropped in from low orbit and to advance on the Mandalorian positions and soften up the resistance for the soldiers of the Republic to come in and finish them off. The only problem for the Republic was most of the dropships had been destroyed before they dropped their payload of advanced warfighting droids. The rest that did land were sorely out of place and lacked reinforcements or heavy artillery to give them a cushion. The droids did their job, but only at a small fraction of what they were supposed to, and when the Republic soldiers advanced into the jungle, they weren’t prepared for the heavy fighting that was still waiting.

Mandalorians were a warrior culture, they always had been, and the Republic, even after years of fighting them, were still sorely outgunned and out-trained when it came down to the intense ground fighting combat that Mandalorians loved. Heavy armor and years of dedicated training made one Mando easily the equivalent of several of their Republic counterparts. The soldiers of the Republic relied on distance and good tactics and blasters to help stop the fighting from becoming too close for hand to hand. But inevitably it always did end up that way, and the regular infantry couldn’t stand up to the hard core veterans the Mandalorians had become over the years.

Even with all that though, the Mandalorians just didn’t have the resources and manpower that they needed to hold this planet anymore. Which is why most of them had pulled out due to Mandalore’s command. Mostly just veterans and volunteers stayed behind to hold off the Republic and still give them a fight. But, all knew that Dxun was lost and that was why this small little measure of revenge that was about to occur helped Akin Warnel feel better for his clan and family. If it went well, he and those around him would strike a harsh blow to the forces of the Republic.

The Jedi general, Meetra Surik, was just in front of him and his men, and if everything went according to plan, she would be lying in the dirt and mud of Dxun’s forest floor while her blood coated her armor. Akin was the leader of this small raid, and it was one of the last that was going to take place before Dxun was taken from them.

Impossible to hear from outside his armor, he opened a channel to his men as they surrounded the Jedi’s camp and he gave the command, “Kyr'amur.”

Nearly two dozen cloaked and heavily armed Mando’s appeared from nowhere and tore into the Republic troopers camp and started the slaughter. Soldiers from the Republic tried to fight back, but they couldn’t match the ferocity of a foe that had nothing to lose. Those Mando’s that were left on Dxun knew they were going to die, there was no way around it. They wouldn’t be captured by the Republic; a regime so weak they had done nothing to help their own people for years as the Mando'ade clans swept through the outer rim worlds. No, they would not be taken captive by those that followed the Republic, they would die in glorious combat and take as many with them as they could, there was nothing else for it.

The first soldier that ran at Akin was quickly disarmed and fell broken upon the ground as Akin swept past and sought out the Jedi General. Finding her was easy as she was the only one that stood tall and fought through his men and left their bodies smoking and dead from the burns that her lightsaber caused.

Akin amplified his speaker system and yelled as loud as he could, “Jetiise! Gar'll draar ba'slanar Dxun oyayc. Ibic Ni promise sa Akin, te kyr'yc oya'la member be ner aliit.”

That got her attention, he could tell as she swept around in a masterful display of swordsmanship and balance and held herself ready for his attack. Quick as the veteran warrior he was he brought his wrist up and fired off a net at her position and rolled forward towards her pulling his ancient family sword from its sheath and engaging her.

The Jedi tried to sweep through the material with a quick flip of her lightsaber, as Akin knew she would, and ended up getting caught as her lightsaber shorted out from the cortosis laced inside the net. The net wrapped itself around her and Akin thought the fight was going to be over then and there, but this was no ordinary Jedi. At the last instant before the net connected back with itself and would have locked itself together in an unbreakable hold that even a Jedi couldn’t get out of; the Jedi warped the space around her and pushed out from every conceivable angle with the force and the net flew back and was rendered useless.

This all happened in an instant, and it was only a small delay for the Jedi, but against a hardened veteran like Akin, a small delay could spell death for even the most skilled fighters. He was upon her as she was recovering from the net and he was able to slip inside her defenses and score a shallow cut against her wrist as she brought her arm up to try and block his blade. She must have thought that her lightsaber would reactivate immediately, but it didn’t, and in so doing he drew first blood. She quickly withdrew using her enhanced reflexes with the force and watched him warily.

Akin wouldn’t give her a chance to recover though, he couldn’t, she was too dangerous. He advanced forward and brought his left wrist up and engaged the flame thrower that was built into the armor and a stream of superheated fire lit up the jungle. The Jedi general dove out of the way and came back up to her feet nearly fifteen feet away and Akin followed her with the flamethrower pushing her back and away and off balance. She leaped in a dazzling backflip away from him and he launched a small rocket from one of his bracers towards where she would land. It detonated at nearly the same time she landed and the Jedi flew through the air in an uncontrollable tumble until she hit the ground and stopped with a resounding thud by the grace of a thick tree.

Akin rushed forward and used his jetpack to launch himself within a few feet from her as she tried to get back to her feet. He landed directly in front of her and used the power of his fall and the muscles in his whole body to sweep downward with his blade that would split her in two. Except this time his sword was interrupted by a shimmering blade, and Akin knew what advantage he had was gone, and now he would face a Jedi General in her absolute prime, albeit a little unsteady from his earlier attacks.

“Gar akaanir pirusti par a jetiise,” Akin said to her as they were locked together in combat. His large frame and powerful muscles versus her force imbued strength.

I don’t speak your tongue Mandalorian,” she spat out at him from behind clenched teeth.

“I said you fight well for a Jedi. Too bad you won’t live to fight again. You and your di’kutla culture will fall,” Akin said as he smiled inside his helmet and brought his knee up in a vicious manner driving it into her midsection. The Jedi dropped one arm to try and block the knee and succeeded in absorbing most of the damage, but the force of the blow shifted her weight and balance and Akin was able to push her lightsaber out wide and dropping one hand from the hilt of his sword he grabbed her wrist that held the lightsaber as she did the same, grabbing his opposite wrist that had his sword in it, for if she didn't he would have skewered her then and there.

They used their respective strengths to grapple with eachother, but with her force imbued strength, even Akin had to admit her was no match for her. He was a Mandalorian though, and he lashed out with a vicious head-butt that would have connected solidly to any lesser foe. The Jedi was no regular combatant though, and she just let go of his arm with one hand and fell backwards, dragging her arm and her body weight down that he still had ahold of. With her wrist still gripped in his hand and with his weight going forward violently and her pulling down on him and nothing supporting his opposite side he tumbled forward and the only choice he had was too let go of her and fall forward and onto his shoulder into a forward roll and get back up to his feet and spin around to confront her again.

The Jedi was faster though, and he barely got his sword up to block the vicious cut from her lightsaber that was already coming across before he had his balance back. He deflected several more attacks, but he was no expert swordsman. That was evident by the scarring that was left on his armor from her blade. He was at a complete disadvantage now as she twirled and moved her blade in a dazzling display of expert swordsmanship that he was at a complete loss to compete with. His armor had several cuts and burns from her blade, and he knew if he didn't retreat he was going to die then and there. He blocked one blow from her blade and stepping back fast he activated his jetpack to disengage from the fight.

The Jedi reached up a hand and gave a crushing motion, and before Akin knew anything else he was colliding with the ground in a bone jarring thud. He scrambled back to his feet and when the Jedi came across with a sweep of her lightsaber, he ducked and bull rushed forward trying to grab her and grapple and get in close. Faster than he could imagine she side stepped and swept her blade across his back that left his armor smoldering and the skin beneath it bubbling from the intense heat. He arched his back in pain, and felt another sweep from her blade along the side of his midsection that cut through his armor and left the side of his body blackened and charred. The force of the blow spun him around as a third slash cut across his chest in a spectacular display of sparks and pain and left him off balance. He tottered for a second before tripping over his own feet and going down to both knees, shuddering in pain.

“Cetar,” she said as she brought her blade up for a killing blow.

Akin felt his blood boil and clenched his fists at the implication of the word. He would not kneel, not for anyone.

“I thought you said you didn’t speak Mando,” Akin spat out at her.

“I don’t, not when I don’t have too. Your language is an insult to everything that I hold dear,” she said as she swept the blade down towards his head.

In a last act of defiance, he lifted up his wrist and a blade made of cortosis sprang from a hidden compartment and intercepted her lightsaber. The small blade was sheared off, but her lightsaber once again was turned off and useless for a short time. Off balance she was left open, and he sprang up and grabbed her around the legs and in a violent take down he lifted her up off her feet and slammed her down so hard on the ground, ribs cracked and her lightsaber sprang from her open hands and she was left defenseless. Akin quickly used the last of his strength to straddle her and was about to rain down blows that would have left her in the void, but he was stopped by some insurmountable force. Stopped by someone so strong in the force they had completely stopped his movements, completely immobilized him. He gazed at her with absolute shock at this pure display of power on her part. He finally knew how outmatched he was, and he was going to pay the ultimate price for it.

The Jedi was able to crawl away and used the force to guide her blade back to her hand, where she swept it back down and cut him diagonally from his upper collarbone, all the way down to his lower hip and leg. The blade cauterized the wound, but the injury was fatal, and Akin was released from the force hold to collapse upon the dirt. He sucked in air from a ruined body and used the last of his strength to crawl slowly towards a tree where he pulled himself up and laid his back against it so he could die facing his opponent.

“I spoke out of anger and hatred Mandalorian,” the Jedi said as she grabbed up his family blade and walked it over to him and laid it next to him, “Ash'amur ti ijaat.”

Akin grabbed up his family blade and pulled it close to his body as he looked at the Jedi general who was going to be the one to end Clan Warnel. He nodded in satisfaction, it had taken one of the most powerful Jedi to bring him down. He could die with that knowledge. He wrapped the hilt of his blade with both hands and pulled it in close like a child and slowly faded until death took him.

***

Brent woke up with a violent croaking noise that came from his throat as he bolted upright and tried to control his heavy breathing. He was covered in sweat and his heart was hammering in his chest uncontrollably. He looked around dazed and tried to get a bearing on where he was. In his bed, on his ship; somewhere in deep space. He shook his head and tried to sort himself out as he got up out of the small bed inside his freighter and went to the refresher to clean up. He rinsed off in the shower and when he was dried off he looked at himself in the mirror and noticed the dark circles under his eyes from the lack of sleep.

Ever since he had gazed at the holocron a few weeks back, he had been plagued with vivid dreams of the past. Always it was someone that was his bloodline, and this last one was the most real one yet. His ancestor had battled a Jedi named Meetra Surik. He had no idea who that was, but once he was up and about he would look into history and see who she was, if she was even real. He had no idea if these dreams were actual images from the past, but they seemed to be real, all of them. Some were just meetings with people, family events and occasions, some were like the last one, battles fought, and they were all through someone who’s name was Warnel. This last one though the man had thought he was the last of the Warnel clan, so Brent didn’t know what to think. He was evidence it had still survived through generations; maybe that was a vision of the future? Brent didn't know, he would try and find that out when he could.

All he knew was that he needed to do something about these dreams, he was miserable lately. He had barely been getting any sleep and all these dreams were causing him to sometimes forget who he was. He had to go to Altair-9, that was the only way these...visions were going to end.

He slipped into some comfortable clothes and went to the cockpit to look up the star-charts for the planet and start that way. He was as ready as he would ever be, and he needed to get this part of his life over with. That was all there was too it. He had to make one stop first at Chandrila to pick up some basic supplies and get some information if he could, then he would be on his way.


OOC: So basically this a post about this Character finding a past enemy and defeating him. If you want to join in then post something about your past that your character has neven been able to overcome and you can either join with me on my journey to this planet to find some closure, or you can just help me out as this enemy will be something nigh on undefeatable!
 

Sadran Simitri

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"This was a stupid idea..." Sadran muttered to herself.

After waking up in a hospital with no recollection of who she was, she snuck out and found a ship being loaded with supplies. She went aboard and ran into a group of men preparing for departure. Much to her own disbelief she single-handedly fought all three.

When she ventured into the cockpit she managed to fly the ship with ease. That was where her luck ended, now lost in the galaxy Sadran needed to figure out where to go.

She sighed, none of this made any sense. Why couldn't she remember who she was?

Just when she was about to give up, she saw something on the radar, just a tiny blip. "That's better than nothing." She thought, "lets just hope their friendly."

She headed towards the ship.

[member="Brent Warnel"]
 

Titan

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Abraxis walked into the container, a pair of discs in his hands. The man opposite him only held one, but that was no matter it help Abraxis win after all. "Fight!" The words came from the announcers mouth the second before the man across from Abraxis threw his disk. Abraxis leaped up onto the wall, ran along it till he was behind the man, and used his razor disc as brass knuckles, and stabbed him through the heart. Feeling nothing but satisfaction that he had won again.



"Sir, sir, sir!" Abraxis woke up to of one of his men shaking him, he was on his way to the Chailindri system to see if he could build a track there for the IPL. The days that he had spent in the Grid still lived his dreams every night, the acts he had committed and the people he had killed, seemed to haunt his life.

[member="Sadran Simitri"][member="Brent Warnel"]
 
Brent had his feet kicked up on the console of his old freighter and he was scrolling the holonet for the name of, "Meetra Surik." What he found was astounding, and made it seem like the dream, or vision, he had had, was most likely not real. He couldn't think that one of his ancestors had fought against one of the most famous Jedi from the ancient past, in a conflict that had broken the Mandalorian people. If this, Akin Warnel, had done it though, his bloodline was strong with the clans.

He was reading about some of the old battles of that time and age when a small red warning beacon started going off silently on his command console. He looked at it quizzically before he put his feet on the ground and swiveled his chair around and brought up his display to see what the warning was. He pushed a few buttons and got to the screen he wanted and stared slightly dumbfounded at the reading. A ship was on an intercept course with him, way out here in the middle of no where. He had dropped out of hyperspace extremely far off Chandrila so he could have some time to think about what he was going to do when he got there and it seemed someone had either tailed him, or been really wrong with their coordinates.

They didn't have any weapon signatures going though so he figured he might as well hail them to see what was going on, "Unknown ship, you are on an intercept course with my freighter, state your business or adjust course."

He waited to see what the reply was. If it was nothing then he would move on to Chandrila and get his supplies and head off into the unknown.

[member="Katbirye Rekr"] [member="Sadran Simitri"]
 

Sadran Simitri

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Sadran jumped up when she heard a mans voice come through the intercom, it was barely audible.

"Shoot, how do you work this darn thing?" She fiddled with the buttons until one seemed to work, "Um I-I my business?" She stopped, she realized she didn't know where she was heading too, or what to do when she found a place to go.

Sadran stood up and paced the small room, she ran her fingers through her long hair trying to think. "Focus Sadran, c'mon."

She took stock of supplies. On board she had maybe two days worth of food, and three of water. Though one room held piles of credits. "Wonder where this ship was headed when I took it?" She thought.

She sat back down and addressed the ship again, "I mean no harm, I am lost actually, and I have at maximum three days of food. May I board? I don't care where you are headed, anywhere will do. I can pay you."

[member="Brent Warnel"]
[member="Katbirye Rekr"]
 
[member="Sadran Simitri"] [member="Katbirye Rekr"]

Board? That was a little soon. At least take me to dinner first, Brent thought.

"Alright. Come about to heading two-one-seven and I'll extend my airlock. Lock on and bring whatever you need, you'll be locked in the cargo bay until I can figure out who you are. No hard feelings, but those are my terms, Warnel out."

He typed a few keys and waited for his ship to come around and be positioned for an airlock intercept. 27 minutes. Enough time for him to armor up and make sure the cargo bay was secure.

After he was dressed and the cargo bay was secure, he waited for the woman's ship to come within range and he guided her until she locked onto his air lock. From there he would see what she was about, and what she wanted; so he walked outside the cargo bay and locked the doors and waited for her to make contact again.
 

Sadran Simitri

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Sadran let out a sigh of relief. "I don't want to think about what would have happened if I stayed another few nights in this piece of junk..."

She wandered through the ship trying to think of what she could bring, what she would need. What do you bring on a trip to somewhere you don't know, aboard the ship of a complete stranger? There was a satchel hanging beside one of the bunks, she filled it with the credits she had discovered earlier.

While she gathered supplies she thought to herself, "This guy must think I'm crazy...or that I'm trying to kill him." There were no weapons on board, all she had was the sword on her belt. "Did I actually fight with a sword before?"

She unsheathed it and turned to a chair. Strangely, with one stroke, she severed it in half with ease. "Must be muscle memory of something," Sadran muttered as she put back the sword.

As she finished scouring the ship, she looked to see all that she was able to gather. "A bag full of credits and a sword, could I have picked a more empty ship?"

Just then she felt her ship dock. Sadran took a deep breath, opened up the main doors, and stepped out into the cargo bay.

[member="Brent Warnel"]
[member="Katbirye Rekr"]
 
"You know it would seem strange to find someone else out in space this far away from anyone. But then again the universe works in weird ways," Brent told the girl as she walked into his cargo bay. She was probably early twenties, and Brent had a strong sense she was at a complete loss, but he wasn't going to drop his guard just yet.

"Chandrila station is about a day off with our current speed, so I hope you'll find the cargo bay comforting until then. Why don't you tell me what you're doing way out here though, and why I should let you stay aboard my ship?"

He looked at the girl waiting for her reaction, regardless of her answer though, he reached over and unlocked the air-lock from here ship. Now her ship was floating in dead space, but he had a feeling she didn't care.

[member="Sadran Simitri"] [member="Katbirye Rekr"]
 

Sadran Simitri

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Sadran wandered around the cargo bay. "I suppose it is strange to find someone out this far in the galaxy, but to be frank with you I am completely lost."

She refrained from sharing with the stranger that she was lost because she had no idea who she was or where to go.

She dragged a crate to the center of the bay and sat down. She chuckled to herself as she watched her stolen ship float off into space. "Good riddance," she thought.

"And to answer your question I have no idea why I am out here, I thought I would head out to space and see what happens. You should keep me aboard because I could potentially be an asset to you. Other than the fact that I am loaded, with credits that is, it recently came to my attention that I'm trained in the art of sword fighting." She pulled out her sword and starting cleaning the blade on the end of her shirt.

She raised her head, "I mean, I-I have always known that I know how to sword fight."

[member="Brent Warnel"]
 
She was definitely puzzling, Brent could say that at the least. And she was lost, well he was right on that account. He gave a half smile as she made the cargo bay as comfortable as she could, dragging a crate around to sit on. Plus she didn't care to see her ship go, so he was right again. Which meant it was most likely not her ship, nor were the credits hers either he would assume.

The way she said she recently found out she was adept with a sword was peculiar. Maybe she had been training for years and didn't know how good she was? Maybe it was just an inherent ability? Maybe she was a clone and hadn't know that her creators had programmed that into her mind. But the way her head popped up as if she thought he might catch the way she said it, which Brent did, made him think she was nervous about the fact that he might she wasn't all there in the head. Not that she might kill him and steal his ship. He would find out one way or another.

"Claiming how much money you have is probably not the best of things to say when you're alone in space. Luckily for you I don't need money, or assets. I will say however, if you're lost then maybe you can find yourself with me. I seem to be on a path of destruction and maybe if I had someone on my side I wouldn't crash and burn as hard as I know I'm going too."

He hit a button on the cargo bay door and it slid open, "Come aboard if you wish, I have nothing to hide. The refreshers are in the crew cabin off to the side here, food is also in there." He looked at her once over and then left towards the cockpit. The man he was trying to find was most likely going to kill him, so he wasn't really scared for his life. If she tried something then so be it, he felt as if his life wasn't going to be extending to much farther into the future.

[member="Sadran Simitri"] [member="Katbirye Rekr"]
 

Sadran Simitri

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Sadran grinned when she heard him mention his path of destruction, "I know the feeling," she thought.

The cargo bay door opened and he invited her in, she hesitated. Would agreeing to accompany this man lead her towards her past, or away from it? Could she really believe that she somehow found someone, in the middle of nowhere, with the same lack of destination as she? He seemed genuine, he offered her a place on his ship. That was better than the demise she ultimately faced of her previous stolen vessel, not that she had an option to go back to that ship.

Sadran decided to follow her gut, she walked through the cargo bay door into the ship. As she walked in she saw the man head towards what she assumed was the cockpit. She was going to follow him, but her stomach had other ideas. She followed his directions to the crew cabin and stuffed herself full of food.

Once satisfied she ventured to the cockpit. She addressed the man, "so I never got your name, I'm Sadran."

[member="Brent Warnel"]
 
Brent heard her follow him out of the cargo bay and then he heard her footsteps lead off towards the crew cabin. He let her the run of the cabins, just in case she needed to shower or something. He made his way to the cockpit and put on best speed towards Chandrila. He needed just a few basic survival supplies, and he also wanted to learn anything he could about Altair-9 before he headed that way. Chandrila would give him the oppurtunity to think over the last few steps of his plan.

"So I never got your name, I'm Sadran." The girl said as she made her way into the cockpit.

Brent finished running a quick diagnostic check on the ship and shut the console screen off and swiveled his chair around to face her. He had taken most of his armor off and was sitting in just some basic clothing, feeling at ease. He waved a hand at the co-pilots seat as he addressed her, "Name is Brent. Brent Warnel. Just a man lost in space at the moment trying to find his way. What about you, you seem to be even more lost than me, and that," he said with a smile while he pointed at her, "is hard to believe. So tell me what you're really doing out here if you want. If you don't want too, then at least tell me a good story so we aren't board all the way to Chandrila."

[member="Sadran Simitri"]
 

Sadran Simitri

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Sadran sat down in the co-pilots seat and propped her feet up. It felt right sitting in a cockpit, familiar even. She looked over to her newfound ally, though she barely knew the man sitting across from her, she felt that she could trust him. "I think I will tell you my story, it's quite short though. I woke up in a hospital on Coruscant four days ago, with no memory of who I was or why I was there. I walked out, stole that hunk o' junk you found me in, and head for space. When I was taking the ship I found I was pretty good with a sword." She looked down at her weapon fondly. "Unfortunately for me the navigation system on the ship was crap, I wound up lost. And... that is pretty much it. Now I don't really know what I am doing. I don't have anything, no family, no home." She looked out the window and let out a quiet sigh. "Anyway, that is it, pretty boring right?" She forced a laugh. "Tell me about you though, why the impending destruction?"

[member="Brent Warnel"]
 
He watched as Sadran propped her feet up and raised his eyebrows and gave her a small smile to show her he was amused and didn't mind. The ship was old and battered and could use the little love that he and anyone else that happened to come on board could give it.

"Coruscant huh? I spent a lot of time there; in fact my father still lives there. Beautiful planet, nothing but glass and durasteel from one horizon to the other. Unless you go into the lower levels..then its durasteel, blood, and other less savory things. As to you waking up and not knowing who you are, now that is a mystery, and one you should probably end up figuring out. Or maybe not, guess it all depends on what you're memory is trying to hide from you," Brent said to her as he looked out the cockpit viewport into the darkness of space. He thought about what he was going to say before he just said everything that came to mind, but in the end he figured why not just spill the beans, it wouldn't change anything.

"Basically, long story short, I'm hunting someone. A sith to be precise actually, and I'm not sure who or what he is, or where he is, or how strong he is. What it boils down to is I don't know anything about him other than he might be on this remote planet that I am going to, and that if he is there I am going kill him for what he has done to me in the past. Not just me, but a lot of people in general. The thing is, I don't think I am going to be able too, hence the whole impending destruction thing. I think he is a lot more than he seems and I'm not sure what is going to happen. Chandrial could be the last stop for me, so we shall see when we get there."

Hopefully she wouldn't think him crazy for going after some guy for what happened nearly two decades ago, but then again the Sith deserved every bit of hostility that Brent could throw towards him. He would wait to see what she had to say though, and then go from there on what he would do with her.

[member="Sadran Simitri"]
 

Sadran Simitri

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Sadran listened intently as Brent explained his own story. She payed attention to every word he spoke, turning it over in her mind to soak up every detail. What he said made sense, and seemed exciting. The Sith were bad, that she could remember. Sadran assumed she wasn't all to fond of them before she lost her memory.

She smiled to herself, this man was lost just as she was. After he finished speaking she pulled her feet down and swiveled her chair to face him, "You know, that sounds like fun, Sith-chasing and all. And you seem like you could use some help, I would love to accompany you on your endeavor."

If he said no, Chandrila was nice. She could figure something to do there, she cringed at that thought. She held her breath as she awaited his response.

[member="Brent Warnel"]
 
"Chasing this man so far hasn't been that fun. I fear he may be too strong for any one to fight, I found a holocron that was his and it pointed me towards Altair-9 so that's where I am going. If you're up for it then you can come, but remember you're life will be on the line." Brent told her as he put in a request order to dock at Chandrila station.

A voice came through the speaker system on the ship, "Nella Freighter, you're cleared to land at Dock 28, proceed on this vector and do not deviate, Chandrila out."

Brent waited for the vector to pop up on his screen and veered them towards the right path as he spoke to Sandran again, "So here we are. If you want to come then take what money you have and get whatever you need for the trip. I'm going to go find the coordinates for this planet and get some supplies as well. If you don't want to come, then I bid you farewell."


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Sadran Simitri

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Sadran drummed her fingers on the console as Brent said, "but remember you're life will be on the line." She looked down and said, "At this point, I don't have anything else to live for..." Then someone instructed them where to land through the intercom, she jumped up and looked through the glass to the planet below. It was beautiful, lush grassland and rolling hills as far as the eye could see.

She had already grabbed her satchel full of credits and ran out of the ship before Brent could finish his sentence. She could hear him in the distance saying, "If you don't want to come, than I bid you farewell.." Sadran turned around and called out to him, "Sorry, but you are stuck with me! Meet you back at the ship in a while!"

[member="Brent Warnel"]
 
He could agree with her on the living thing, it had become almost hard lately. Thinking of going out on this quest, but it needed to be done, it had to be done. Once they had landed she shot up and out of the cockpit and was out of the landing ramp before it had even touched down. He gave a short laugh as he turned off the ships systems and got ready to exit. He heard her voice come up the tail end of the ship as he was getting ready, "Sorry, but you are stuck with me! Meet you back at the ship in a while!"

"Fine by me," he said quietly as he grabbed up a duffel bag to carry with him so he had a place to put his stuff once he bought it. He looked around the ship and made sure he didn't forget anything before walking down the landing ramp and closing up the shuttle behind him.

First things first, he needed to find some sort of library or holonet station so he could see about finding any information on Altair-9. Once that was done he could go get his supplies and then figure out the next plan of action. So he did the best thing he could think of at the moment, and that was to just walk around until he found something worth stopping for and looking at. He walked down some streets of Chandrila and saw the locals going about their day, buying their wares and going about their lives as if they had nothing to worry about. Most probably had never even left the planet, they just lived their day to day lives here with their stable jobs and families. He almost envied them, almost.

He turned a few corners and found himself walking towards what looked like a holonet center or some type of data center. The building had a newer look to it and Brent walked inside and found a few rows of holonet terminals and in the back a small bar where a serving lady was handing out a drink to a patron. The building was mostly glass held up by some durasteel beams, which let a lot of light in and gave a refreshing feel. Brent picked a terminal near the back of the room next to a window and started punching in Altair-9 to see where this planet was.

[member="Sadran Simitri"] [member="Katbirye Rekr"]
 

Sadran Simitri

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Sadran smiled from ear to ear and she explored Chandrila. There were vendors lining the streets, she stopped at one stand and purchased some street food, she couldn't help it. After finishing her snack she stopped to think of what she could need, then it came to her. She unsheathed her sword and examined it, the blade was dull and scratched. The handle was falling apart as well. Her sword fighting skills were the one sure thing in her life, it only seemed right to treat it well. So she walked around trying to find some sort of weaponry store.

At last she came across one, she stepped inside. When she opened the door it sounded with a ding!

A short, round man stepped out, "Ow may I help you miss?"

"I am looking for a sword, money isn't a problem. Can you help me?"

"You came ta the right place miss! Follow me." He lead her to a room in the back, swords of all shapes and colors lined the walls. It was more amazing than anything she had ever seen. Her eyes focused in on one displayed in the center of the room. Its blade seemed to shine, even when the room had minimal lighting, and it was encrusted with gold designs. The handle was pristine as well. She could hardly hold back her excitement, "That one, that is the sword I want."

"This one ere miss is quite expensive, an I don't know if you could 'andle it."

She threw down her satchel and unzipped it. "No, I think this one is right for me, will that be a problem?"

"Ah um I-I no miss it aint a p-problem."

She smiled, "I thought so." She picked up her new sword and walked outside. Now she just had to find [member="Brent Warnel"]..."
 

Titan

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As he exited his ship dressed not in his armor, but rather in normal clothes, Katbiyre detected a man and a woman in the midst of a heated disscusion, which wouldn't suspicious if they wern't both carrying giant bags of money and had come out of the same ship. Which definitely required investigation. He walked slowly up behind them, not making a sound, "And what might you be doing here? I'm Abator Rarok with security, I'll need to see your identification and clearence codes."
 

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