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[Darth Strider]

As Darth Strider walked out of his room, he couldn't help but notice how grim and devastating ship interiors were now, when there was none of his friends to mess around with. His hand tucked into dark leather glove slowly glided on table's surface - their usual place of gathering be it thinking of a new strategy or telling stories about someone's bed adventures. Tons of weapon lying on the table served as the only remains of people who once inhabited this ship.
"And now they are gone... Everything is gone. "
It wasn't hard to Strider to realize what happened for the time he's been out of the game. The Empire has fallen, probably just as the Republic did. Mandalorians... Well, they are always around in one form or another just like D'Ton. Vedt couldn't even meditate properly - thoughts of what's going on and what he has to do now couldn't bother him even more. Darth Strider wasn't one of the "common" Sith to begin with. Yes, probably one of the few fighting for the idea, idea of the Empire uniting all the galaxy under its powerful wings thus establishing law and proper organization for the planets. Many people would probably argue that Sith aren't the ones to be able to do so, that Jedi is way to go and blahblah. Ha! These fools won't even see the chance to prosper even if you stick it right into their eyes. Sith are the only ones capable of being in control, not only thanks to their mind and code of course, but also to The Dark Side. Strider gave a quick look at his left hand,almost unnoticeable lightings going through it, and clenched his fist tot the point of immense pain.
" No. I'm NEVER going to surrender. As long as there is at least one of these Jedi bastards living, I'm going to fight. Build my own empire, if needed, but I will not stop no matter the cost."
Anger and confidence are the perfect source of power for darksiders. Especially combined with Vedt's bloodlust. The urge to kill was hard to unnotice so Sith went to the bridge only to see his friend already about to call for him.
- What's it?
Tyron did a strange "gesture" with his eyes, and quickly been messing with holographic panel.
- Remeber me saying that we just don't have enough fuel to go straight to the Dromund Kaas? Also food, water and literally anything? Well now we also have some problem with the engines. You know, EXPIRATION DATE or something make them act... Not like they are supposed to.
- How much time do we have?
- I'm not a great pilot or technician, you know. But I would rather say any...
Right after these words a silent but noticeably powerful blast could be heard from the back of the ship, still the only real worth the noticing was that the ship now was right above the planet. Not in the space, but in the actual atmosphere of the strange planet, falling with all its right-out-of-hyperspace speed.
- Moment.
Darth Strider and Mandalorian quickly ran out from "the bridge", with the latter managing to put on his helmet but it was too late. Right when they were about to pass the dinner room. Ship blasted right into the surface and everything went into absolute darkness.

 

[Darth Ferus]

The Force always moved in peculiar ways. Constantly calling the Sith from one corner to the next on a wild goose chase of events he was meant to participate in. This time, he found himself on Dorin, wearing a rebreather and an oxygen tank. Not something he was a fan of doing, but necessary. He wandered around the surface of the planet, listening to the Force for the event he needed to partake in, and soon enough he heard it.

Though, not through the Force.

A burning ship that broke through the atmosphere above him, crash landing several clicks away. Taking that as the sign, the Zabrak started walking his way towards it.

[member="Darth Strider"]

 

[Darth Strider]

- Nhaaah...
As his consciousness began to come back Strider was finally able to open his eyes. Nothing unexpected - ship torn in many pieces, lots of fire and creaking noises all around the place. Nothing unexpected, but the fact that he was still alive.
" At least something to start with."
After looking at his body and successful attempt to get up Sith found himself on the same place he stood before, right beside his mandalorian comrade being stuck thanks to the table pressing against his chest. Pretty strange, considering that it was the only thing in this room, actually attached to the floor. As Striders hand reached out to Tyron, he sent a slight wave of electricity to bring soldier back to this world. Yet another success, since Mando's growling could be heard all over the place.
- If it's Heaven I wanna kindly ask you to send me to Hell, God.
Sith gave a quick look at fading fire and damage dealt to ship. OF COURSE it's not gonna fly but if they are on some desolate world at least some of these might be scavengeable. However one fact quickly became noticeable - they were out of oxygen. Indeed, this planet had an atmosphere but it doesn't seem to fit sub-human species. Strider was quick to run to the remains of the armory and tear away giant pieces of metal, not without help of The Force. Fitting the first one into his helmets's port he tossed away the second one to his buddy. Indeed, he was right - atmosphere of this planet has oxygen, no that much of it though) so setting his oxygen tank to "filter" mode he told Tyron to search for remaining weapons and meet him outside, while going to his own room to catch some private belongings.
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A few minutes later Mandalorians were observing the scene before them - a desolate, almost deserted plateu, with no signs of water or any life nearby despite some rare bushes. Still, there was one thing...
"Hm."
Darth Strider's flood of thoughts was interrupted by sudden interference. No... Not that. Sense of something incoming. Even though Sith was on good terms with The Force he rarely had visions and all of them led to something significant. As he was about to consider what to do next, Tyron quickly kicked him in the shoulder:
- Are. You. There? I think you should take a look at our guests.
Strider took Mando's rifle and used its scope as a binocular to look what his friend was pointing at. Five speeders. Five pilots. Amount of weaponry was impossible to determine but it looked just like the regular planetary defense patrol. Kel Dor defense patrol.
" So we are on Dorian, huh?"
A couple of gestures came from Strider and Tyron quickly ran towards the closest high plain, leaving all the weapons despite his own behind. 300m plus a time to get up here - more than enough considering how far the speeders were at the moment. Sith himself hid right behind the closest "wall" of scrap. Who knows, maybe if Doran wasn't a republican planet and they didn't need a transport these poor guys would be alive?
Heh, no way, He always needed someone dead be it enemy patrol or impolite bastard.
Not so much time later Kel Dors were already nearby the pile of weapons with one of the calling to report that they are on the place of crash. Right after he returned to his superiors - it was time to go. Two clicks coming from dynamics inside his helmet meant that Tyron was ready to shoot.
- How nice.
Now patrols eyes were all over him, but before they could even grab their weapons Striders's hand, covered in lightning, was already piercing one Kel Dor's back, going all the way through the flesh and ribs to come out from the chest a second later while other sent a noticeable chain of lightning towards the second Dor. Their hands on weapons. Two silent distant shots. Another three of them dead. Though, the remaining one was smart enough to look around before shooting and began to sprint to his speeder even though it wasn't enough to save him. With one simple gesture coming from Sith's hand patrol guy went into air, two seconds later his head was already splashed against the same wall of scrap Strider was hiding behind before it all has even started. All that action here, including look of Kel Dor's fresh brains leaking all over the place made young Vedt quite satisfied as he unconsciously licked his upper lip. But... It was time to go. Fight with reinforcements wouldn't give him much satisfaction since fighting weaklings, even if there's a ton of them, doesn't feel nearly as good as 1v1 against a good Jedi Knight. Slight touch of patrols remais and their bodies were turned to dust, Yes, their speeders are still here but others for sure will have a lot of time figuring out where their friends are. Without any hesitation Strider threw his crew's weapons on a nearby scooter and with al its speed went to his friend sniper position.
However, feelings of something incoming haven't left him even for a moment.
"I don't know what it is but I should be ready. Putting up a good fight never was a big problem for me but this time... Its something else."
- Hey boss, I think I've got something...

[member=Krest]

 

[Darth Ferus]

Krest would make it to the wreck just as whispers of the Force told him of death. Someone nearby had lost their life. A frown settled on the Sith's lips as he came to the top of the plateau, his blue eyes falling immediately upon the wreckage. His black cloak hung limply against his form, swaying in the wind to make it difficult to tell his exact features asides from his height. Every so often however the shine of metal could be seen within the folds. Close enough inspection would reveal the hilt of a sword.

He was in no hurry to make get to the fallen ship, taking the time to scan the scenery and listen to the Force. As he got closer, he could feel the presence of another close by, yet not in plain sight. With a casual turn of his head he would look right for the sniper roost, letting his gaze linger almost tauntingly before progressing to the ship itself. He assumed those hiding above were simply scavengers, but remained weary as the Force whispered of something more emanating from the location.

[member="Darth Strider"]