Played by Talverin
The driving snow whited out the view of anything past ten feet or so; even the hull of her First Order shuttle was barely visible despite being only fifty feet away, already building up a drift of snow against the hull. Only the lingering heat of the engines kept melting it away, forming a glossy berm between it and the worst of the weather.
Alessandra stood in the lee of the ship, hands clasped behind her back, checking for the tenth time in as many minutes the status of the battery on her suit. Even with the internal heaters it was still uncomfortable; they were operating within expected parameters, giving her easily eight hours of operating time between the two power cells she carried for it. She had wanted to show initiative by arriving earlier than her assigned partner for this mission. It was being kept fairly low-key; it wasn't often that one of the Order's own went rogue, much less in such a sudden and spectacular fashion.
Bentin Doroos had always been a little more erratic than many of their colleagues in the Knights, more prone to anger or hasty action. For him to decide, however, to simply dispatch the two dozen men and women whom he had been expected to protect, to cut them down without mercy or cause, was unforgivable. Not least of which because this mission had been intended to be low-profile. The High Republic still had a presence on-planet, though it was hoped they were unaware of the ancient Clone War-era ruins which had been buried beneath ice and snow. A glacial collapse had rendered the facility inaccessible, simultaneously sealing it away and preserving it from the plundering that usually accompanied conquest. More recently, an observation post reported a change in status: the glacier itself had sheared in half from the buildup of snow, and magnetometry detected the presence of metallic structures beneath. An opportunity.
In theory, this had been a planetside droid factory, the subzero conditions proving ideal for the delicate art of cultivating the control chips for higher-order droids. While the technology itself was now far out of date, the manufacturing capabilities could easily be adapted to producing war-droids to supplement the Order's forces. This, combined with the fact that the facility was long thought lost would keep it out of the Republic's eye. They would have no idea that such advanced droids were being created right under their noses...
Of course, none of this would matter if Bentin's little tantrum drew the Republic's attention. It was bad enough that he had already slain the team sent in with him, and now refused to answer communications, but the chance of some kind of betrayal - or psychotic break - was too likely to expose their plans, and, worse yet, put the Order's plans at risk of being detected.
Which is why Alessandra stood upon this unpleasant ball of ice, sheltering behind the bulk of her transport, awaiting someone far higher in rank and standing than she. Her job was to provide protection, and his job was to determine what could still be salvaged. It seemed unusual for only two such individuals to be tasked with such a mission; suspiciously so, keeping her on edge as she pondered why that might be. The possibility of an old factory possessing something this vital seemed rather slim. What was worth tasking two powerful fighters to keep a secret?
But it wasn't her job to ask. It was her job to ensure the success of the mission, and oppose chaos in all its forms.
Even if it took the form of a fellow Knight of Ren, someone she would have said she knew well.
Thorus Valerian
Alessandra stood in the lee of the ship, hands clasped behind her back, checking for the tenth time in as many minutes the status of the battery on her suit. Even with the internal heaters it was still uncomfortable; they were operating within expected parameters, giving her easily eight hours of operating time between the two power cells she carried for it. She had wanted to show initiative by arriving earlier than her assigned partner for this mission. It was being kept fairly low-key; it wasn't often that one of the Order's own went rogue, much less in such a sudden and spectacular fashion.
Bentin Doroos had always been a little more erratic than many of their colleagues in the Knights, more prone to anger or hasty action. For him to decide, however, to simply dispatch the two dozen men and women whom he had been expected to protect, to cut them down without mercy or cause, was unforgivable. Not least of which because this mission had been intended to be low-profile. The High Republic still had a presence on-planet, though it was hoped they were unaware of the ancient Clone War-era ruins which had been buried beneath ice and snow. A glacial collapse had rendered the facility inaccessible, simultaneously sealing it away and preserving it from the plundering that usually accompanied conquest. More recently, an observation post reported a change in status: the glacier itself had sheared in half from the buildup of snow, and magnetometry detected the presence of metallic structures beneath. An opportunity.
In theory, this had been a planetside droid factory, the subzero conditions proving ideal for the delicate art of cultivating the control chips for higher-order droids. While the technology itself was now far out of date, the manufacturing capabilities could easily be adapted to producing war-droids to supplement the Order's forces. This, combined with the fact that the facility was long thought lost would keep it out of the Republic's eye. They would have no idea that such advanced droids were being created right under their noses...
Of course, none of this would matter if Bentin's little tantrum drew the Republic's attention. It was bad enough that he had already slain the team sent in with him, and now refused to answer communications, but the chance of some kind of betrayal - or psychotic break - was too likely to expose their plans, and, worse yet, put the Order's plans at risk of being detected.
Which is why Alessandra stood upon this unpleasant ball of ice, sheltering behind the bulk of her transport, awaiting someone far higher in rank and standing than she. Her job was to provide protection, and his job was to determine what could still be salvaged. It seemed unusual for only two such individuals to be tasked with such a mission; suspiciously so, keeping her on edge as she pondered why that might be. The possibility of an old factory possessing something this vital seemed rather slim. What was worth tasking two powerful fighters to keep a secret?
But it wasn't her job to ask. It was her job to ensure the success of the mission, and oppose chaos in all its forms.
Even if it took the form of a fellow Knight of Ren, someone she would have said she knew well.
Thorus Valerian