Emotionally Constipated Laser Samurai
ALDERAAN
Shadow Sanctuary
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Michael, Gabriel, Raguel, Sariel, Raphael, Jeremiel, Connel
[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 included)
- Lightblaster
- Shortsabers (“Night” and “Day”)
- 5 Throwing Lightknives
- 3 Force Blinding Flashbangs
- RI-17 Rifle-w-MS-0412 Grenade Launcher
- 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
Code:
“Vanagor?”
[COLOR=DARKORANGE]Go…[/COLOR]
“You’re needed at the Sanctuary as soon as you can get here.”
[COLOR=DARKORANGE]Why?[COLOR]
“I’m not privy to the details.”That was a day ago.
Connel was on site. This was not something that he really enjoyed, Connel had what he needed, and while this island, this Sanctuary was technically “his”, he left the day to day to those who were here every day. No disrespect to anyone here, this was just full of memories that up to this point that Connel was not ready to address. Yet today was “different”. Being here, he seemed to be “alright”, though he did not like surprises.
He was here to find out why they had called for him.
One of the facilitators pointed to the processional making its way to the island. “That.”
That was a “royal” transport. Organa was coming. This was actually a welcome surprise. Are we ready for them? If not, we need to be, like now. While everyone went about their business doing last minute checks, he made a run around the small island. He may know the Organas, but they are “royalty” and deserved that respect.
