Emotionally Constipated Laser Samurai
NABOO
EMPTY TEMPLE CONFERENCE ROOM
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Michael, Gabriel, Azrael, Sariel, Raphael, Jeremiel, Connel, Raguel
[Any text in brackets signifies comm-link usage and not face to face conversation] -
Rides
Gear/Armor
- Gear(“Bodycam” Datapad, UAD Drone, link to Seraphim AI and Nanotech included)
- Lightsaber(Dawn’s Light)
- Lightsaber(Morning Light)
- Repli Implants that would be for the limbs
- Bonemer enhancements to strengthen structure of the body
- Muscle enhancements.
- Hemo enhancements for blood flow
- Hawkeye implants for eyes
- Advanced Medical Implant
- Scentzy
- Injected Nanotech upgrades
- Shadow Sanctuary - Enterprise
The room was quiet, it was an “outside” room, meaning one of the rooms accessible directly to the outside, and not just an outer atrium of the Temple itself. Connel was about to leave, but his alarm rang, so he gave Buster a few scritches, a toy to play with, pulled a couple of treats out when the pup wasn’t looking and laid his weapons out on a table. The purpose was simple, to go through and clean them.
Lightsabers, his lightknives, and his lightblaster do not work like “regular” blasters (his “Omega Squad rifle” for example). They do not require to be inspected like this, at least as many times as he does. That is why he went through this ritual as much as he could, they were not likely to ever malfunction on him, but why take the chance? That was Special Forces training, not simply Jedi.
It also took his mind off of recent events…
Moorja…
Geonosis…
He didn’t dwell… but the “Shadow” wanted to center his mind.
