Public Fractured mirror (Ashlan crusade)

[Harli (018-A)]

Location: Drongar

The Bogan, or the darkside of the force as some would call it, is a nasty beast. Sowing choas and dispare where ever it can sink its claws in. Turning good people into monsters who reveal in the destruction and misery they cause as they wreak havoc across the galaxy. Monsters that can seem larger then life, ones that carry names that make the populations of entire planets tremble in fear.

Not all was hopeless, however, as the followers of Ashla have sent forth their crusaders to push back this darkness in the name of Ashla. Holy warriors who face these monsters face to face in the name of the light. Even still, while facing these Bogan created monsters, small shadows can slip through unnoticed if their careful.

One such shadow has made its way to Drongar. A nearly forgotten planet near the edge of Ashlan space. Plagued by frequent monsoons with devastating electric storms, deadly airborne native spores, high temperatures and humidity. Many find it hard to believe that this planet was highly sought after during the Clone Wars. Both sides were drawn here by the native Bota plant, a miracle known for increasing a force users abilities. Sometime during the war the plant lost this ability and the planet was abandoned by both sides. These abandoned bases have now become frequent haunts of smugglers and pirates. The latter of which has drawn the attention of the Ashlan crusaders.

A light rain fell upon Harli as she watched the pirates through a set of macro-binoculars. Five guarding the elevated hangar entrance, flanked by two anti-personal cannons and a single anti-aircaft cannon sitting above the hangar itself. Below were two guards in front of a sealed door with one turret stationed above it. More interestingly, they seemed well armed and armored for the average pirate. Lowering her binoculars, she glanced at the grouping of crusaders gathered in the forest behind her. They were soaked and covered mud, but eager to go. All they needed as a plan. For now, the element of surprise was the best weapon they had, but it would only last for so long.

 

[Aleem Qel Droma]

TAG: Harli (018-A)

Aleem was excited to be on his first mission as a Postulant. He had signed up for the campaign, to be a Blade and instrument of Ashla on the battlefield. He stood with the other Crusaders in the thick forest, the trees sheltering him from the rain. He had his right hand poised for a long sword sheathed on his left side, and his left hand reaching for a lightsaber on his belt on his right side. The Saber was an heirloom, a weapon of his ancestor Ulic, who even when the Force abandoned him (severance), held fast to Ashla, his faith persevering through that trial, that dark night of the soul. His reward had been an apprentice to carry on his teachings, and to become One with The Force, and return as a Force Ghost. Aleem prayed he’d have as much fortitude as his ancestor, to bear any hardship and tribulation for the sake of the Light.

So he he stood, in golden armor, and in a red cape. He wondered if The Force felt a sense of deja vu, a Qel Droma once again on a world ready to fight and bring peace at the edge of a sword.

 

[Heinrich Faust]

Heinrich Faust: Grand Marshal of the Ashlan Crusade

Tags: Harli (018-A) , Aleem Qel Droma

Drongar wasn't the first planet Heinrich wanted to visit. The thick, swampy terrain made the planet less than ideal for a casual stroll through nature. That being said, this was no casual stroll. The presence of the pirates on this planet hadn't come as a surprise to the Grand Marshal; the plant that grew here was certainly something any group would wish to capitalize on. What was a surprise, however, was how well-armed these ruffians appeared to be. Heinrich's past experiences with pirates had taught him to not underestimate their cunning, but it was rare to find such well-equipped pirates, particularly so close to Ashlan Space. It was a concern that would certainly need to be addressed.

Peering through his own pair of macro-binoculars, Heinrich did his best to assess the situation as the others took position nearby.

"The hanger entrance might be more trouble than its worth, unless we hit them hard and fast. Those turrets will certainly be trouble if we fail in that endeavor."

Turning his attention toward the other door, the Grand Marshal lingered for a moment before continuing to speak.

"That other door... could be our ticket in. That turret may be an issue, but it's not without blind spots. If we can make our way around the left wall and quietly take out those guards, we might be able to take the turret out of the equation without raising the alarm."

Though he had his own opinions about the best method of approach, Heinrich would allow the others to have their say. He may have been the Grand Marshal, but he was a Jedi first. In that regard, he always treated his fellow Crusaders as equals. Only together would they be able to breach the facility without significant resistance.

 

[Aleem Qel Droma]

TAG: Heinrich Faust

Aleem Qel Droma surveyed the sites of entry. The Grand Marshal then opened the discussion for comment.
“My Lord Marshal, I sense a trap from the less fortified entry. There is no reason these pirates wouldn’t have both entries equally fortified. I believe they are counting on an attack on what appears to be their weakness.”
The Postulant was concerned his assessment could be wrong, lives were in the balance, and he did not want to allow his words to merit the loss of Crusaders. But he knew pirates often consolidated an area with traps, especially if there was loot they were guarding.

 

[Cass Gemini]

Spoiler: Gear and other links

Equipped:

• Calypso's Thunder
• Harlequin sabers
• Two standard red bladed light sabers
• Gravpack
• Viper mk2 skinsuit
• Thermal Detonators

Ship:

• Midnight Kyber
• 4 x Sciss stealth fighters

NPCs:

• Crew of the Midnight Kyber

Tag: Harli (018-A) Aleem Qel Droma Heinrich Faust

The Pirate Queen stood in the abandoned base with several of her men, she had come her to conduct this exchange for some new tech to install on the Kyber and everything had gone to plan. She was celebrating with a good drink with her opposite in the transaction, she didnt care for him, he was uninteresting but he conducted business well so she was happy to share a drink with him.

Cass looked out of the window at the guards down below, several of her crew, and several soldiers under the hire of her transactee dotted the heavily defended main entrance. "That's a lot of firepower to hold the door, get much trouble way out here?" she smiled sipping from her rum.

"Ha, you could say that, not everyone who comes her for my product is as polite, or as willing to pay as you my dear Gemini." Cass shrugged, it made sense, she was certain the illegal hardware she had handed over a few hundred thousand credits for would be worth stealing to many. But, Pirate or not, Cass had a reputation for legitimacy to uphold, and there was such a thing as honour amongst thieves.

"Well, I'll be certain to leave politely when I do and tip the doorman." she raised her glass and knocked it back. She would be glad to get back to the ship. Something didn't feel entirely right. But when did it in this line of work.

 

[Harli (018-A)]

Harli thought over the advice given by both Heinrich Faust and Aleem Qel Droma. They had good points as far as what could be behind both doors. Without proper knowledge of what was behind them, then it was anyone's guess as to which decision was the right one.

"That hangar could be housing a lot of troops or whatever else behind it. Those turrets might be a problem regardless. As for the lower door, that is anyone's guess." She scanned the structure again. The defensedefenses were strong for mere pirates, which was concerning in a way. Especially since there didn't seem to be much pirate activity in the area. "We could have a sizable chunk of our forces strike the hangar hard and fast. Hitting the turrets first and drawing out any hosts within the hangar. Then another group can use the choas to quickly strike and move in through the lower door. With any luck, any troops within the lower section of the building will go to the hangar, or we can catch them off guard."

Cass Gemini

 

[Heinrich Faust]

Heinrich Faust: Grand Marshal of the Ashlan Crusade

Tags: Harli (018-A) , Aleem Qel Droma

Heinrich listened intently to the Postulant's words as he continued to survey the facility. Though Aleem was a new face to the Crusade, Heinrich wasn't the type of leader to disregard potential insight based on rank alone. As he continued to reassess things, he looked toward the young man with a smile.

"You aren't wrong, Aleem. These pirates already seem to have some surprises in store for us. Perhaps you are right... we should be wary of potential traps."

The next to speak was Harli, and Heinrich also responded to her in kind.

"Yes, a coordinated assault may be best. I will lead the main assault. I have a bit of experience in diversions, and will keep them busy while the other door is breached."

The Grand Marshal was certainly no rookie when it came to battle, nor when it came to leading soldiers into battle. His countless fights on behalf of Ashla had certainly shown that. He had led the Sons of Ession into battle more times than he'd care to remember, having fought on the front lines against many of the galaxy's strongest threats. In truth, it was where he felt the most at home. At the end of the day, he was the Blade of Ession, meant to serve Ashla upon the front lines of the field of battle. If he could fight against the likes of the Sith, he certainly could handle an assault on a group of pirates, no matter how well-armed they may be.

"There is, however, something... familiar lurking within the facility."

He had felt this presence before, and the presence of the pirates had all but confirmed his suspicions...

The presence of Cass Gemini was unmistakable, and Heinrich quickly realized that there was unfinished business to be dealt with.

"Should you encounter a woman... a pirate... trust me, you'll know her when you see her... leave her to me. There are things that I need to discuss with her."

Discuss, or put a sword through her. Whichever outcome it would be was yet to be seen...

 

[Harli (018-A)]

Harli gave a nod when Heinrich Faust stated that he would lead the main assault. "I'll take the lower door. We'll try going in quietly if we can, keep most of the force in the hangar." The hardest part would be taking out the turret. Hopefully they could hit it at the same time as the ones on the hangar.


The mention of a woman, a pirate no less, made her raise an eyebrow in curiosity. "Someone you've had encounters with before?"

 

[Cass Gemini]

Spoiler: Gear and other links

Equipped:

• Calypso's Thunder
• Harlequin sabers
• Two standard red bladed light sabers
• Gravpack
• Viper mk2 skinsuit
• Thermal Detonators

Ship:

• Midnight Kyber
• 4 x Sciss stealth fighters

NPCs:

• Crew of the Midnight Kyber

Tag: Harli (018-A) Aleem Qel Droma Heinrich Faust

As the evening drew on, Cass readied herself to leave, her shuttle was nearby and waiting for her, she still couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss and she peered out into the darkness. "You've been in space too long Cass, your getting spooked by shadows. There's nothing out there, my sentries would have spotted something if there was."

She shook her head and thumbed at her sabers. She missed the Harlequin blades, but since losing one on Mirial, she was slowed by the sadness of its surviving partners. The force was an ass sometimes, they are stones, why do they need to miss each other? Stupid.

"Come on then lads, let's leave these lovely gentlemen to their evening, I am sure our host has a beautiful concubine waiting up in his chamber."

"How did you know?" he laughed, not ashamed.

"You haven't tried inviting me back there this time, and it's what I would do hiding out on this old rock. Have a good one friend." she finished her rum and tapped the glass on the table twice as a salute before turning her back and heading for the hangar where the Parting Gift waited for her.

<<Hey Pix, bring down the fighters discretely and have a little scout about, I'm not convinced we are alone.>> she connected to her fighter commander who would quickly have the 4 cloaked ships on station to guard her. <<Right away Captain, stay safe>> It would take her 4 minutes to get here from orbit, and it would take 10 minutes for her to be in her shuttle and ready to leave. She tried to relax but she had been in this game too long to let her guard down.

 

[Heinrich Faust]

Heinrich Faust: Grand Marshal of the Ashlan Crusade

Tags: Harli (018-A) , Aleem Qel Droma, Cass Gemini

The Grand Marshal offered a nod in response to Harli's offer to take the door, turning his gaze toward the others as they continued their planning.

"Alright, so it's agreed. We will lead the assault on the hanger while you take the door. If we can hit them at the same time, you should have a relatively smooth time getting inside."

A brief pause followed as she asked about Cass. It had been some time since Heinrich had encountered the woman, back when her band of troublemakers were raiding the Ashlan convoy all those months ago. A slight chuckle produced itself from the man as he thought about what kind of trouble he might be in for.

"Yes. Someone I had hoped to have come to a bit of a... business arrangement with, though since then it seems to have not panned out. Something that will have to be remedied."

He turned toward the others as he motioned toward the hanger.

"Follow me, we make for the hanger."

One last glance was shot over to Harli before the advance begun.

"We'll see you inside. May Ashla watch over you."

 

[Aleem Qel Droma]

TAG: Heinrich Faust

Aleem followed the Lord Marshal. The trees creaked and swayed, their needles falling and crowning the Crusaders heading into battle with laurels. Many would find those were funerary laurels, never to leave this place again.
The Postulant pulled his robes tight at his shoulders and then slide his Ashlan helm over his face and gripped his Crossgaurd and Elongated Saber in both hands, the hilt shortened for Jar-Kai.
Aleem felt adrenaline pump through his veins. Before them was the Hangar, the turtet towering and men at arms waiting.
The Postulant hoper his advice was not a misjudgment. He was glad The Grand Marshal made the call, he was wise and experienced, tested in battle.
Aleem made ready, he prepared to ignite both sabers.

 

[Harli (018-A)]

Harli gave a nod to Heinrich Faust and Aleem Qel Droma as they moved into position to assault the hangar. She let out a slow breath before motioning for her troops to follow her. Like shadows, they stalked through the underbrush until they were within range. So far so good, they hadn't been spotted and they had managed to get this close to the base.

As they waited, three of her troopers prepared their ion shots for the turret, while two others focused on the guards. Once the main assault started, they would fire as one. However....there was this feeling that she couldn't shake, like something was off. Closing her eyes, she reached into the force. She probed it carefully for anything out of the ordinary. That's when she felt it, a presence in the force so familiar but so different that it caused her to break her concentration. Gathering herself, she reached out again for the presence but found nothing. Shaking her head clear, she had to remind herself to focus on the here and now. Which meant waiting for the main assault to begin out here, so whatever was inside would have to wait for now.

Cass Gemini

 

[Cass Gemini]

Spoiler: Gear and other links

Equipped:

• Calypso's Thunder
• Harlequin sabers
• Two standard red bladed light sabers
• Gravpack
• Viper mk2 skinsuit
• Thermal Detonators

Ship:

• Midnight Kyber
• 4 x Sciss stealth fighters

NPCs:

• Crew of the Midnight Kyber

Tag: Harli (018-A) Heinrich Faust Aleem Qel Droma

"Something is definately up." Cass said to Dryshan as they walked into the main hangar, "I can feel it in the force, someone is reaching in to try and observe us." The mawite grinned and unclipped his small chain sword from his belt, Cass knew the amonid would be ready for a fight, regardless.

Steam rolled across the floor from the engine manifolds as the pilot warmed it up and readied her for departure. Parting Gift was a pretty vessel, given to her nearly twenty years ago when her parents kicked her out.

"Where are we?" she shouted to her crew to check their status. They were basically done, a couple had had a few to many drinks while on the base and looked a little worse for wear, Cass would deal with that later, the latrines on the GIft could do with a clean anyway.

Around here was her Mawite assault captain and maybe a dozen of her pirates, some more were aboard her ship. But even surrounded by allies, she felt uneasy.

 

[Heinrich Faust]

Heinrich Faust: Grand Marshal of the Ashlan Crusade

Tags: Harli (018-A) , Aleem Qel Droma, Cass Gemini

The plan was set, the pieces in place, and Heinrich was keen on seeing victory on this day. They parted their ways, and the main force begun their assault. It was quiet, at first. Many an untrained eye would have not noticed the fluid and quick motions of the Crusaders. But not all among those present were untrained...

As they approached the hanger, lightsabers in hand, Heinrich felt another shift in the Force. That same familiar feeling that he had felt earlier. His lightsaber hand was swift and decisive, cutting down a pair of guards before they had time to react.

"For Ashla!", he cried, but there was a piece of him that felt pulled away from the action. He knew whom they faced... somewhere deep, down in his bones... he knew. The Grand Marshal reached out in a quick moment of desperation, hoping to reach his friend's sister.

Meet me... unless you are afraid...

He knew the thought would be trivial to most, but to Cass... it would likely be a proper invitation. The Grand Marshal wished for nothing more than the mission to get done, but there was unsettled business here. Business that he intended to fulfill... with interest.

 

[Aleem Qel Droma]

TAG: Heinrich Faust

Aleem followed his Lord into the den of battle outside the hangar, his sabers hummed to life and he began to Jar-Kai the gaurds, the twin blades severing heads that rolled unceremoniously to the floor. The crackling as he scissored a rifle barrel pointed at him, and kicked the guard into the air, and then stabbed down into his chest. Death poured from his light swords, which sang the familiar song of war. This was Aleem’s role, his purpose under Ashla, to be her blade of justice in a galaxy engulfed in shadow.
He had chosen to be a candle in dark room of Darksiders plunging worlds into chaos. Peace was made by the edge of crackled blades, and his mediation was on the battlefield, as he stroked and cut, the yellow sabers spinning around his body as he felled one after another. Ah sweet combat, the only place the warrior belonged.

 

[Harli (018-A)]

So it begins. Heinrich Faust had started the assault on the hangar and now it was her turn. With a quick signal, her troops open fired. Ion shots hit the turret, putting it out of business, while blaster rounds took care of the guards. The last guard hadn't even hit the ground before Harli and her troops were charging out of the underbrush. They cleared the distance in quick time, while meeting no resistance, which meant that the distraction must have been working.

An engineer set to work on the lock for the door. Seconds ticked by as the tension grew. Then, with a soft beep, the door slid open revealing a long hallway that lead into the facility. Blasters were at the ready, but nothing came to greet them. The white blade of Harli's lightsaber came as she took point. The hallway was...eerily empty as it lead them further into the building, the sounds of battle slowly faded away into a stillness. Finally the hallway emptied out into a large warehouse. Rows of crates, small vehicles and other assorted items covered in tarps filled the warehouse. The dim lighting didn't provide much in the way of exactly what was in the warehouse, but some of it seemed to have been here for a while.

The lack of any guards or defenses was starting to worry Harli, there had to be something....she paused. A shiver ran down her back, as if someone had dumped cold water on her. She looked to her left, another door leading into what looked like another warehouse, this one even less lit. To her right was a hallway with a staircase leading up. She reached out with the force and once again brushed something familiar just before it vanished. Shaking the feeling, she turned her attention to the stairs, that's where they needed to go. Each step, however, seemed to get heavier for Harli, as if something was baring down on her. She came to a stop, her troops did as well just to see what was wrong. What was wrong was that they were not alone.

Harli turned towards the doorway that led into the other warehouse. Where there had been some light before, now there was none. A dark void had consumed the hallway and seemed to be slowly spilling out into this warehouse. The lights seemed to dim and the room felt colder as dark unseen tendrils in the force began to spread throughout the room. Then, they there, less stepping out of the shadows and more seemingly created by them. They were roughly Harli's height, draped in a dark brown cloak that had definitely seen better days. The raised hood cast their face in shadows, save for a few strands of dark hair that had escaped. Her dark brown cargo pants and dark worn boots were wrapped with cloth in places. The being raised their right hand horizontally to their body, in that hand was a lightsaber hilt as dark as obsidian. A tense silence filled the air as the two parties stared each other down. The beings blade roared to life, the brilliant red illuminating the darkness around it. The sound of blasters reading themselves quickly followed.

Raising her hand, Harli ordered her troops to hold. "Who are you?" The being remained near motionless, as if studystudying the crusader in front of her. When they spoke, it sounded unnaturally familiar to Harli. "I've been waiting for you...Harli, is it now? You went by a different name not that long ago." Harli paused, unsure what to say at first. An explosion from somewhere outside sent small tremors through the floor. "Your friends are putting up quite the fight." Right, the battle was still going on. Was this person just here to slow them down? They couldn't risk that chance. Harli signaled the troopers to keep heading up the stairs. They hesitated at first, but quickly made their way up the steps. They were alone now. "I'll say this again. Who are you and how do you know me?" There was a brief pause. Then the being reached up with their free hand and removed their cloak, as it hit the ground, Harli's eyes widened in shock. The woman wore lightweight black armor with a black long sleeve shirt with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, silver and gray fingerless gauntlets adorned her arms. The most shocking part was her face, those eyes and her dark hair tied up in a messy ponytail. The woman standing directly in front of her was, well....her. Harli was snapped out of her shock momentarily when the woman spoke. "It's good to see you again,, little sister."

Cass Gemini

 

[Cass Gemini]

Spoiler: Gear and other links

Equipped:

• Calypso's Thunder
• Harlequin sabers
• Two standard red bladed light sabers
• Gravpack
• Viper mk2 skinsuit
• Thermal Detonators

Ship:

• Midnight Kyber
• 4 x Sciss stealth fighters

NPCs:

• Crew of the Midnight Kyber

Tag: Harli (018-A) Heinrich Faust Aleem Qel Droma

There were shouts and the crack of fire at the front of the hangar as the attackers stormed her position, Cass quickly had one of her sabers and her pistol in her hand. She saw two soldiers run in and quickly dispatched one of them with a shot to chest before ducking from the return fire from his ally. As she breathed, a voice came through to her, one that she sensed she knew.

Meet me... unless you are afraid...

<<Now now my Ashlan friend, its not nice to accuse a girl of being scared is it>> she replied telepathically before leaving cover just in time to cut the remaining soldier's blaster in half with a stroke of her red blade and then slam him against the wall with the force, disabling him.

She looked at her men loading up her shuttle "Get the ship of the ground as soon as it is able! I will have Pix collect me once I have dealt with the Ashlan" Her pirate crew provided her with covering fire as she ran forward, now with both blades ignited, deflecting blaster bolts. The pirate lept and kicked another solider in the face before landing and pushing another away.

Two golden blades caught her eye, those of her quarry Heinrich Faust . He was known as a master duellist, so if it came to it, she would have to play dirty. With one last bound she arrived near him. "We finally meet in person rather than through hologram, what are you doing here Faust?" he blades hummed in her hands as she stared down the man that had called her out. She wouldn't let him carve a oody swathe threw her crew. She could feel the response to her call for help from Pix who would collect her shortly, but Cass wanted to have some fun first.

 

[Heinrich Faust]

Heinrich Faust: Grand Marshal of the Ashlan Crusade

Tags: Harli (018-A) , Aleem Qel Droma, Cass Gemini

The first two soldiers through the door didn't make it far, having been taken out by the pirate as soon as they entered. Heinrich followed close behind, stopping in his tracks as his gaze met that of Cass. Holding his hand outward, the Grand Marshal signaled the others to hold. Turning his head toward Aleem, Heinrich motioned toward the rest of the hanger.

"Take our troops and secure the rest of the hanger. I'll handle her."

Heinrich stayed silent as the others left the room, his lightsaber whirring at his side as he took two steps forward.

"I could be asking the same of you, Cass. This is a bit close to Crusade Space for you, isn't it?"

He knew that the deal with the pirate was likely not going to be upheld when he first proposed it. It was a gamble, and one that apparently hadn't paid off. Nevertheless, it was worth a try. Heinrich thought about his conversation with Isla for a moment, and the words he had spoken to her during that meeting. If he had to kill her sister, would Isla forgive him? She said she understood, but the pain of losing someone so close to you was something that the Grand Marshal understood all too well. No matter their current relationship, Cass was still her sister.

"So, Gemini eh? That's a far cry from Draellix."

Heinrich wasn't sure what sort of reaction that would draw from the pirate, but letting her know that he knew more than she may have assumed would be a powerful tool; an opportunity to show her that, at least in some ways, he held the upper hand.

 

[Harli (018-A)]

The world seemed to slow for a few moments as Harli took in what she just heard. A sister? Was that even possible? Then again, she knew next to nothing about her past. Although...this person, she looked identical to Harli in almost every way. "S..sister? Who are you and what do you mean your I'm your sister?!"

Harli watched as the woman gave a small grin. She lifted her right forearm for Harli to see. There, clear as day, was tattoo like her own that read 017-A. "You could say that we're very closely related. Wouldn't you say, little sister?" Harli's heartbeat began to quicken. She had a tattoo, one just like her own and she was identical in appearance. What exactly did that mean? "You...you're a..a clone or...some.." "We, technically, are clones. I'm older by just a few months." "That's not...."

Her sentence was cut short as the clone lunged at her with startling speeds. They're sabers clashed together with an angry hiss. "What, not possible? But here I stand before you as proof. What do you have to say to that?" What could Harli say? Nothing about this was making sense and she had no real way of piecing it all together right now. She broke away from the clone and took a few steps back to create dome distance between the two. Her eyes locked onto seventeens. There was a feral glint in them that matched the crooked grin she wore. Honestly it was a little unsettling to see herself that way. A sort of twisted mirror image that should what could happen if she fell to the darkside.

"Why? Why would someone make a clone of me...us...or whatever. This just doesn't make sense." Harli slowly began to circle her opponent, changing stances every few steps as she studied her target. She was buying time, not just to strike but to gain answers. If someone really did clone her....some force sensitive out there in the galaxy, then there had to be a purpose. Seventeen casually matched Harli's steps, thoroughly enjoying the whole thing. "Now we're getting into the real questions. As for the reason for creating us, why not? An army of force sensitive clones could be formidable. That, or they just need a small handful for a specific purpose. As for who are we based off of, I have no idea. Never been able to find out." Seventeen made a fake lunge at Harli before quickly retreating, before giving a small chuckle at just how quickly the crusader moved to defend herself. This whole thing was frustrating to Harli, Seventeen knew more than she was letting on, but Harli wasn't sure how to make her talk. "Honestly though, it's refreshing to see one of us up and walking around without behaving like some kind of feral animal. Although, I'm unsure what the newest clones are like." Harli narrowed her eyes at the statement. Of course there were more, what did she expect.

In one quick movement, she cleared the gap between them. Sabers clashed several times before locking together. "How many of us are there?" Seventeen broke the lock and took a swing at Harli, who easily ducked under the blade. The two clones created a small gap between them, blades at the ready. "I would say between twenty to twenty five, but who knows by this point." Seventeen lunged again, but fainted to her right at the last second. Harli barely dodged the following strike for the clones blade. Seventeen didn't press the attack, but rather sprinted for the darkened room that connected to the warehouse. Harli was a few steps behind as the clone reached the room and seemingly vanished into the shadows.

The light from her lightsaber barely seemed to cut through the darkness that surrounded her. Seventeen was nowhere to be seen, but her force presence remained. A red blade burst to life beside her in a snap hiss. Harli's blade moved to meet it in a series of blocks and strikes. As suddenly as it appeared, the blade was gone, once again casting the room in darkness. "Don't dwell on it to hard, little sister. You may go mad if you do, at least that's what happened to the others. They found it difficult to except what they were and it tore them apart." The sabers appeared again in a flurry of strikes. Hsrli was momentarily pushed back until she was almost pressed up against a steel crate. Seventeens lightsaber deactivated, leaving Harli standing there waiting for the next strike. A strike that never came. "Except what you are, things will get better in time. When you do, I'll be there and we can solve some of the harder questions that we have together."

Seconds felt like hours as she waited in the silent room. Every shadow at the edge of her sabers glow felt as if it harbored ill intent. Harli reached out with the force and felt nothing, Seventeen was truly gone. For the moment she let her anger get the best of her as she drove her fist into the side of the steel container beside her. Part of the tarp covering moved as she did so, revealing a soft glow from beneath the tarp. Cautiously, she moved the cover to reveal a bacta tank. Harli stiffened at the sight of someone floating amongst the liquid inside the tank. They were a human male of solid build, with light brown hair that continued a few specks of gray. There was a distinct lack of movement or bubbles within the tank, reaching out with the force, she could easily confirm that the man was deceased. Then she noticed it, on his right forearm was a tattoo that read 009-B. He was also a clone, but why was he here? Harli's thoughts were interrupted by a muffled boom that sent small tremors throughout the room. She had almost completely forgotten about the battle. Giving the man one last look, she turned on her heel and headed to the stairs her troops had taken.

Heinrich Faust
Cass Gemini

 

[Cass Gemini]

Spoiler: Gear and other links

Equipped:

• Calypso's Thunder
• Harlequin sabers
• Two standard red bladed light sabers
• Gravpack
• Viper mk2 skinsuit
• Thermal Detonators

Ship:

• Midnight Kyber
• 4 x Sciss stealth fighters

NPCs:

• Crew of the Midnight Kyber

Tag: Harli (018-A) Heinrich Faust

Cass approached the man and they began to circle each other, slowly, she watched his blade, he made no agressive moves but his words were barbed. "I don't know what you mean Lord Faust, I am just an innocent young woman here to do a business transaction." she smiled and innocently bat her eyelids at the man. They both knew that buying stolen munitions was just as good as if she had stolen them herself especially regards a conviction for piracy, but it was worth a wriggle. "So, I suppose we finally get to dance, it was bound to happen, but I had hoped for myself in a nice dress and perhaps you in one of those lovely pressed suits."

She bared her teeth in a smile and lifted her blade up in a guarded pose ready to fight when he dropped his bombshell.

"So, Gemini eh? That's a far cry from Draellix."

Her eyes widened just a fraction hearing that name tossed at her, how? Sure, she had told her lover Isidor Justeene of her secret, but they had a child together, that was different. Maybe Isla had her own little secret. "Let me guess? I'm not the only girl who don't keep her mouth shut once the right guy getting into her bedroom?" She bit her lip suggestively, trying to cover her anger and her identity being revealed for her with her usual 'charm' "And here I was thinking she was getting it off that senator women." there was a smirk on her face, she was kind of glad her buttoned upittle sister had her hair down and her dress up, for all the rubbish her parents had subjected her too, she did love that little sixteen year old girl she had watched crying as she walked away from her home on Bosph.

There was a moment's pause as she thought of the little sister she has lost and she felt sadness, before gripping her blade tightly and brandishing it aggressively towards Heinrich Faust . "So that's what this is? I am a loose end for you perfect woman? Her secret is out so now you need to end me." there was anger in her eyes as she looked at her sister's champion.

"You are welcome to try, you aren't the first and you hopefully won't be the last." she had hoped one day that her son might meet his Auntie Isla, but right now, that connection put him at risk. She laughed, "Alternatively you could put down that weapon and we can find out whether you prefer blondes or brunettes as far as my family goes?" she licked her suggestively, ready for the fight, or whatever else the Ashlan might have to offer.