Just Routine....Right?

[Tanith Alde]

"Go To me...Come on"

The commandant shouted as he jogged forward on the path with his rifle. Sean was somewhere behind him, panting as he attempted to keep up. He'd never been particularly athletic, even with his military training. Keep looking ahead, keep walking....His vision was blurring slightly, the heat was getting to him. It was high summer, and weighed down as he was in combat fatigues, an armor.

His rifle was in his arms, dipping each time his foot slammed down on the dirt beneath him, carrying him just one step further. Keep moving, stay in formation

[member="Abyss"]

 

[Darth Abyss]

A tall, hooded figure was sitting on a tree, following the republic soldiers with his eyes as they walked by. As his master was often occupied with her responsibilitys and hadn't the tims to continue his training for a while, Abyss decided to continue his search for old relics and artifacts. An old contact shared some rumors about an old jedi relic of unknown properties with him, that possibly was hidden on this planet. At first he was reclusive to travel to an place occupied by the Republic, but as always he just couldn't resistthe temptation. Also this was the perfect opportunity to train his abilities.

As the the group of soldiers passed by, he could spot one of them slowly walking a little bit behind them. Abyss jumps down from his hiding spot, using both the trees around him and the force to hide himself, waiting for the soldier to walk past him.
[member="Sean Ailín"]

 

[Tanith Alde]

God when would this hellish march end? They had been moving for hours already, was there no end in sight? He thought it had been bad when the republic hired Echani mercenaries to drill the newer and rawer squadrons, now that they were on campaign though? It proved so much worse.

Sean would march past the Sith completely unknowingly, a lamb to the slaughter, if one was poetically inclined.

His only equipment was his standard issue armor, combat belt, backpack, rifle, pistol and of course the variable grenades they were all expected to carry.

All in all there were about 30 Men in the unit

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[Darth Abyss]

The Sith apprentice waits until the man was a few meters away from his postion. He pulls his hood over his head and face, hiding the corruption of the dark side that tranformed his face. He slowly stumbles out the trees, falling down like he was injured, and the shabby state of his robe made him look more like an beggar living in woods, than an practitioner of the ways of the Sith. When his body hits the ground he starts to make a row of pained grunts and noises before calling for the man in front of him.

"Help, they are behind me. Please. Tell your man to call reinforcements, they are to many."

[member="Sean Ailín"]

 

[Tanith Alde]

[member="Abyss"]

The platoon ground to a halt as the robed figured stumbled practically out of the woodwork, surprising most everyone. No one quite knew what to do in this situation, it certainly hadn't been covered in basic. Eventually Sean awkwardly walked up to the man, still slightly out of breath as he knelt down to check on him

"H-Hello Sir are...are you allright?"

 

[Darth Abyss]

"Run you fools. You cant stop them."

Abyss moves his hand almost unnoticeable while talking, using his abilities to manipulate the force in an attempt to create and amplify fear inside the mans mind. He was slowly standing up, cautious to keep his face hidden under his hood. He starts talking again, still pretending to be injured.

"I have seen around 100 sith soldiers in the woods. Looked like scouts. We need to leave as fast as possible."

[member="Sean Ailín"]

 

[Tanith Alde]

[member="Abyss"]

"W-What, Sith?" Someone in the platoon asked, taking a step back. Sith were trouble, bad news really..and they weren't equipped to face that many at all. The Lieutenant somewhere up from of the Platoon was the only one that looked even vaguely stoic "Allright lads, shape up" He ordered them, Sean trying to help the man to stand up and move with them

"We've got to double back and report in"

 

[Darth Abyss]

Abyss stands up, relying on the shoulder of the man, limping besides him. His pace forward was slow and unsteady due to his "injurys". Every few meters he stumbles, almost falling down until the distance between them and the rest of the soldiers was long enought so they could not hear him talk. He moves his arm up, making a gesture with his hand, while whispering:

"You will die today"

He was once again using the force, hoping that the fear he could summon in the man´s mind was enough to to stop him from calling his comrads.


[member="Sean Ailín"]

 

[Tanith Alde]

Sean was going to die. He knew he'd never last long in the military. Didn't have the stuff, didn't the guts. He'd barely dragged himself through the basic training, and when the republic had forced the newer units through re-conditioning training with the Echani mercenaries, he wasn't even sure how he'd survived that brutal regime. But today, he'd be shot...or stabbed, or ripped apart by a rocket Or..Or Or....

[member="Abyss"]

 

[Darth Abyss]

Abyss could feel the fear inside the other man, feasting on the weakness of the man. He wasn´t what was seen as strong by galactic standarts, but he still grabs thr other man by the throat, trying to push him into the woods, and out of sight of his unit, while grabing his lightsaber with his other hand.

[member="Sean Ailín"]

 

[Tanith Alde]

Sean didn't even know what was going on now. Fear clouded his mind, darkness hedged at his vision. His thoughts were filled with visions of merciless war, and brutal death as he was dragged off deeper into the woods by the strange robed man, almost unaware as to what exactly is going on

[member="Abyss"]

 

[Darth Abyss]

The hooded figure was now standing in its full height, raising the hilt of his lightsaber close to the man´s neck before igniting the red blade. He lets go of the man´s throat, instead placing his hand on his forehead, trying to extract his knowledge about the repulics intel and postions by using the force.
[member="Sean Ailín"]

 

[Tanith Alde]

Sean didn't know much. It wasn't for not doing his do diligence, he was only a lance corporal. Besides a rough idea of the HQ's layout, there wasn't much that he knew, besides that there wasn't much he could truly give away, no matter how deep one searched. The further back one went, one would go through basic, and his life under imperial oppression before that

[member="Abyss"]

 

[Darth Abyss]

Abyss pushes the man away almost disgusted by his weakness. He had hoped for more. But this sad excuse of a soldier was not even ready to fight him. He pulls of his hood, revealing his glowing yellow eyes, looking at the man with a mix of hate and disbelief. If he could not get any infos out of him, he would at least get a fight. The grip of fear that clouded the mans mind, slowly fading away, as Abyss takes a few steps back, the lightsaber pointing on his chest.

"Fight or die a coward."
[member="Sean Ailín"]

 

[Tanith Alde]

Sean stumbled back as he was suddenly pushed away. He stumbled over a tree root, landing on his back painfully, the Sith looming over him. As he fell, he sprayed out a burst of assault rifle fire, with little actual chance of hitting him, more of an awkward panic reflex than an actual attack. He was so hilarious outmatched

[member="Abyss"]

 

[Darth Abyss]

The sheer randomness of the shoots took Abyss by surprise. While he could manage to not take a direct hit, at least 3 of them slightly burnt the flesh on his right arm. With disbelief the young sith looks at the man in front of him feeling the anger inside him building up into rage, hate and ... power. For the first time of this "fight" he could feel himself tapping into the full potential of the dark side, as it guided his hand. Turning the lightsaber upside down, holding the hilt with both hands he starts to stab it into to ground several times, aiming for the chest of the soldier in front of him.
[member="Sean Ailín"]

 

[Tanith Alde]

An unexpected side effect of stumbling back away from the sith was, that it took only a slight panicked move of his legs to get out of downward stabbing, and he kept scrambling further back from that. What was it you were supposed to do when a sith cornered you again? Kark was....Right, righ. Lifting the rifle as his back slammed into an impassible object, a tree, he flicked the setting to full auto and just let concentrated fire hit the sith center mass, he could only deflect for so long......

[member="Abyss"]

 

[Darth Abyss]

He had made a mistake. He should have killed him while his mind was still clouded by fear, instead of getting fired at. Aybss never really learned how to deflect blaster bolts, so he focused on evading them by running from tree to tree, hoping to find a better angel to attack. Again he focuses on the dark side, trying to create an aura of fear while stepping out of the woods towards the man.

"Its over, you can't fight your own fears. The one sith will rule, and we will be crueler than the empire ever was, and you will never be strong enough to do anything to stop us"

[member="Sean Ailín"]

 

[Tanith Alde]

[member="Abyss"]

Sean grit his teeth as the assault rifle auto-ejected it's emptied magazine, and he slammed another one into place, tracing toward the hiding spot the sith was in. "I might have no special armor or flashy swords to show.....But I will not stand idly by wherever I go. I'm out for my Republic, and I will not live in dread of you"

Sean could accept dying, he knew it would come to him some day, today even, but he wouldn't just roll over and bleed to death. He was here to protect those that couldn't protect themselves.

 

[Darth Abyss]

Abyss was almost shocked that the other man was able to resist the fear he was creating with the dark side, but after a moment of disbelief he decided to use another approach. Using the force to cloak himself, making him not more than a shadow and a silhouette, he moves to yet another postion. He answers the words of the man:

"We will see"

The sith jumps out of the woods, his lightsaber high over his head. Still in the air he aims a strike at the weapon of the soldier, hoping to render it unusable.

[member="Sean Ailín"]