Mission Pulled up at the Root

[Kadann]

Jared Starchaser Bastila Sal-Soren Lorn Reingard

"I want to go first," Kaddan said.

The dark mountain landscape rushed past below. The gunship was weaving low. The Republic had cleared the descent with Ghorman, but now they had to surprise the Dark Side Elite in the hidden fortress.

"Not because I am enamoured with the idea of being shit at. I have a small hope that if we meet some of my Knights first there is hope of negotiating a surrender.

"Can we agree on that?"

They were just moments from the location now. Dark side elite had fled the core, but Kadann couldn't abandon those who had been corrupted by Solipsis. He had to believe there was a chance for some of them.

 

[Lorn Reingard]

Tags: Kadann | Jared Starchaser | Bastila Sal-Soren​

Hands smoothed over the rough fabric of Lorn's trousers, a rhythmic motion to settle the familiar pre-combat nerves. The dim light of the gunship flickered as they banked low over the jagged mountain terrain of Ghorman. Hearing the Imperial's request to lead the way, Lorn looked over at Jared. Skepticism remained his default state; letting Kadann go first could either be a gesture of honor or the final step of a trap.

Kadann's hope for a peaceful surrender felt optimistic for a fortress full of Sith-corrupted killers. Still, the man's voice carried a sincerity that was hard to ignore. Lorn adjusted his stance, feeling the vibrations of the engines through his boots. The shadow of the mountain rushed up to meet them, signaling that the time for debate had ended.

"They get one chance," Lorn said, his voice cutting through the hum of the ship. "But if they make a move toward us, I will not hesitate." He stood up, checking the seal on his gear one last time. There was no room for mercy if it meant losing the people currently standing in the hold. Lorn moved toward the deployment ramp, ready to follow the Imperial into the mouth of the stronghold.

 

[Bastila Sal-Soren]

She wasn’t happy.
Lorn knew she wasn’t happy.
Jared probably knew she wasn’t happy. Corellian hells the damn Imperial probably knew she wasn’t happy.

However Bastila did what any good padawan should do in the presence of their master, she shut up and put her head down. The idea of helping this Imperial was still not boding well for her, she felt like it was very much like kicking a nest of swamp rats so that a bigger uglier swamp rat could move into the nest. It just didn’t sit well with her, but after what she had seen in the core since the Galactic Empire’s retreat they also couldn’t sit back and not do anything.

She moved with Lorn to the ramp as she, like him, checked her gear. Made sure straps were tight, lightsaber was in her hand and her blaster’s holster lock was loose. He made a comment about surrender and a single chance and she couldn’t help the slight grin that crossed her face. She missed proper field work with Lorn, it was like when she raided pirate camps with Brandyn. It just felt like proper Jedi work.

“I owe you ten credits by the way.” She shouted over the engine noise, “He hasn’t mentioned destiny once…”

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