The Devil Came Knocking

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(This is all for fun. Ridiculously high level force powers such as Waves of darkness, teleportation, etc will get you kicked from the thread.

Remember to take hits folks, and have fun! Here begins our little storyline.)


Balmorra was no backwater, but that did not mean it was a fortress world either. Half the planet's population was still reeling from the effects of the Republic-Sith war and the tragedies that came with it. Medicinal aid in the outlying towns was scarce, and while the more populated parts of the industrial planet such as Sobrik were Sith hotbeds, Imperial sentiment was particularly low on the planet's fringes.

One of these towns was Kinthar. A small farming community centered around a single weapons manufacturing plant that spent just as much time fighting off the native Collocoids as it did trying to provide for its inhabitants. It was a backwater town that the Sith paid attention to for occasional munitions shipment, and used as a getaway for the Stormtroopers that inhabited the Imperial garrison a mile out. People here were struggling. Disease ran rampant through the settlement, a common issue on Balmorra.

Normally, this would be easily combatted through vaccines, and various other medications. The recent Netherworld emergence and the war strained those supplies. It was rare for any of the villagers to receive worthwhile treatment. The medication they needed went to the garrison; providing for the military was a necessity for a power such as the One Sith.

For those who saw the bigger picture of galactic supremacy, it made perfect sense. There was no fault in sacrificing a few so that the town might remain secure. To others, particularly those of a Jedi philosophy, it was unacceptable.

Cyril made sure the cowl he wore over his face had not shifted for the third time as he approached the last checkpoint. Two security guards who looked quite bored waved him through. Attached to his hips as the elongated hilt of Darth Vulcanus's lightsaber. The morbid weapon, along with the dark robes that Cyril was draped in, gave him the look of a Sith Lord.

At his sides were [member="Urya Uvatera"] and [member="Charlene Adaska"]. Both were dressed in accordance to their disguise - that of a tired Sith Lord running a surprise check-up on an Imperial garrison along with his entourage.

The Jedi-in-disguise came to a halt at the next checkpoint. Beyond he could make out long white hallways and the occasional soldier making the roundabouts. An officer in a gray uniform stepped up, and offered a crisp salute.

"My Lord, we did not expect your arrival...Forgive me if I do not know your ti-"

"Lord Alberath. I've come to inspect your facilities...It is the wish of my master that we take a sample of your vaccines for replication." Cyril tumbled, his voice heavy with purpose. "Where would we find such?"

The officer blinked. "Two rights and a left. The medbay is large, you can't miss it." He bit down on his lower lip. "Will that be all, m'lord?"

"Aye. See to it that we are not disturbed."

The pseudo Sith Lord moved on down the hall. As he and his companions gained some distance, the officer keyed into his comm.

"There is a Sith on the premises. One Lord Alberath. Keep an eye on him, spontaneity is not common out here, as you all know."

His message relayed, the officer relaxed, and settled back into his security booth.



[member="Tmoxin Temi"], [member="Hans Vaiden"]

 

[Charlene Adaska]

Stupid. This was stupid. Why did she agree to this stupid plan? Was she stupid too? Clearly she was. Well, it wasn't like she had much of a choice. Had this stupid boy not kidnapped her, she'd be working on another lovely ship at this very moment, getting paid, going home to her tiny, comfortable apartment to make something delicious to eat. An omelet sounded amazing right now. Maybe a bantha steak... Her stomach growled again. She really should have eaten that cyborg womans food like she'd offered. But no. She let pride and... her sense of good taste get the better of her.

At least she had armor now. Thick white armor that made her look formless and unrecognizable. Maybe she could escape this way. Slip off with another faceless stormtrooper. Explain the situation, get rescued from these mad ship thieves. They'd get captured, she'd be the hero, she could return Binkie to her proper owner and she could go on her merry way. It was a good plan, so why was she feeling guilty considering it?

The blaster in her hand felt heavy. She'd never touched one before, much less used one. Not that she told Greyson that, of course. The stupid boy. He reminded her of a boy she knew when she was young. Always talking about being a big hero. Saying how he'd leave everything behind to find his destiny. He's save the Galaxy, fight the bad guys. He was dead now. Got shot outside a cantina when he was seventeen. They said he was fighting. Fighting who? For what? Didn't matter now. He was dead, and if Greyson was anything like that boy, he'd be dead soon too.

She stayed close to the young man that she was oh so convinced would die soon. Stupid. She should be keeping well out of his way so he could die properly without her getting in his way. It was rude to interrupt someones dying. It was a deeply personal matter. Still....
He had guts. Charlene wasn't exactly well trained in bravery, but she could recognize it when she saw it.

[member="Cyril Grayson"]

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

The last time Tmoxin was on Balmorra, she was not an Imperial Commander nor was she on a military assignment. She was visiting a former business partner, Aleksandyr Gaillard of Gaillard Corporations. His holdings were far from the small, festering town of Kithnar, but she was reminded of him just the same. They had been close once and then she betrayed his confidence in a business deal. And of course, months had passed since they spoke and why should they? If she happened upon ship building magnate again, he would probably have her arrested for embezzlement. And with her Cathar lawyer, Max Rumor, in rehab for spice addiction she would have a difficult time with a good defense because she was indeed flush with stolen credits from Mr. Gaillard's bank account. She had since reinvested those funds so her foray into larceny was like a gift that keeps on giving.

But ultimately Tmoxin felt no guilt. There were no rules that you had to play fair in the business world. It was all about who could climb to the crest, plant the flag and defend your territory. Much like a rain-soaked, mud-ridden battlefield - sometimes you had to get a little dirty to win.

Dirty was a good description for the little town of Kithnar where Commander Temi had been called in as an emissary of sorts after reports of an unexpected visit to an Imperial garrison by a Sith Lord checking into medical supplies. Imperial headquarters didn't take lightly the concept of unexpected so of course the high ranking officer that was contacted to mediate was Tmoxin.

The Commander and Sgt. Major Ulysses had just arrived at the garrison and were still in the shuttle as it sat on the landing pad, preparing for exit.

"Before you go out there we must both do something," said Ulysses. He drew out a syringe from a small container he had been holding on his lap.

"By the eternal core, what are you doing with that? Tmoxin said, recoiling as Sgt. Major brought the needle close to her.

"It's a vaccination. From the diseases on Kinthar."

"What kind of diseases?" she asked frowning.

"I don't know," he sighed. "Just take the vaccine, Commander."

She held out her hand palm up and Sgt. Major Ulysses placed the syringe into her palm. If she was going to be poked or worse poisoned somehow, she would do it herself thank you very much. Wincing, she administered the needle into the soft flesh of her upper arm and rubbed at the sore spot afterwards.

"Don't worry we have the best medical treatment here for the troops," continued the Sgt. Major.

"That's not reassuring, but okay."

The Commander in her black Imperial uniform and with Sgt. Major at her side, exited the shuttle, and after the requisite security scans of retinas and fingerprints, headed into the facility to find this overly curious Sith Lord. At best he would be a nuisance for her today, but at worst... well, she really wasn't sure. Even though she worked alongside the Sith, she was always wary when it came to the darksiders. Just in case, she would contact Captain Hans Vaiden after her meeting with this - Lord Alberath was his name - to let him know she and her troops had landed safely and would file a report on the incident for headquarters.

[member="Cyril Grayson"] [member="Charlene Adaska"] [member="Hans Vaiden"] [member="Cylus Jest"]

 

[Urya Uvatera]

[member="Cyril Grayson"]
[member="Charlene Adaska"]
[member="Tmoxin Temi"]

Urya traipsed along the opposite flank of Cyril, dressed smartly in a medical uniform she'd manage to scrounge up. She usually kept her hair loose and wild about her shoulders, but for the sake of their mission, she'd pulled it up into a smart bun, and used a skin toner to hide as many of her scars and tattoos as possible. Black gloves covered her hands, and boots muffled her clanking metal feet. A blaster was casually slung at her hip, clipped into its holster.

She didn't say or do much of anything, really. Just kept walking alongside her 'Sith' commander, head held high and actually looking more bored than anything. Her expression was that of a highly trained professional that had been brow-beaten into grunt work far below her pay grade. Oh well. For the Empire.

 

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Stormtroopers and the average garrison personnel stopped to salute as the trip walked by. Not one ever missed the chance to acknowledge a Sith Lord and his compatriots. It seemed the Dark Siders had even more influence over the populace than Cyril had imagined. He cracked the slightest of smiles as they rounded one corridor, and spoke into the comm unit clipped to the sleeve of his robe.

"The Imps are looking a little tired." He mused to the two women. "This should be a cake walk. Keep it up. When we get there, Charlene and I will offload as much as we can. Urya, I want you to take a right on the next corridor, head toward the landing pad, and secure us one of their shuttles."

His arm snapped down to his side as they passed another officer. There it remained. Force willing the comms that the two women were giving worked. Otherwise, things were going to get awkward. Up ahead, Cyril could make out the turn leading to the landing pads - and unknowingly [member="Tmoxin Temi"] - as well as the medbay just beyond that. A bored looking ensign stood guard outside, scanning those who went in and out.

He straightened up as he saw the robed figure approaching. They came up on the corridor, and Cyril nodded, and if all went well, they would have an escape shuttle very soon.


[member="Urya Uvatera"], [member="Charlene Adaska"]

 

[Charlene Adaska]

Yeah. She heard him just fine. It sounded easy, but Charlene knew that easy was an illusion. She could breathe easy once she was back in the engine room of Binkie. Until then, she wasn't going to calm down for a second.

"If I die," she mummbled into her comm, "I'm going to haunt you, Greyson. I'm going to haunt you, and every where you go, my ghost will be there cussing you out. You won't get another night of peaceful sleep again. Got it?"

She snapped her mouth shut as they approached. How did stormtroopers even act? Stiff, boring, silent. Fine. She could do that.

[member="Cyril Grayson"] [member="Urya Uvatera"] [member="Tmoxin Temi"]

 

[Cylus Jest]

The greyish glint of the Lambda shuttle shined as it landed on a platform directly to the side of [member="Tmoxin Temi"] and her shuttle. Inside, Cylus strolled back and forth impatiently as a fellow in medical garb blabbered on about the diseases of the planet and how vaccinations were good.
"You see, if we don't use the vaccine then the resurgence of that deadly plague ma-" The doctor stopped his conversing as Cylus held up a hand.
"Doctor, believe me that I couldn't actually care less about anything you're saying. Inject me with the vaccine or get out of my way."
The doctor nodded a bit, apparently hurt that someone didn't want to listen to his revolutionary theories on vaccinations. "Of course, sir."

The slight prick of the needle against his arm made Cylus wince slightly, he'd never been a fan of vaccines. It wasn't exactly fear of them, they just sort of brought to mind medical experiments back on Coruscant such as cutting open organisms to peer at their insides. Not that that had bothered him, it just wasn't an exceptionally pleasant memory. After all, when you are teased by your fellows for years, bullied oppressively, how would you remember that portion of your life?

Why was he here again, in this quaint and quiet little town filled with plague? He wasn't really sure, maybe it had something to do with his former Commander, probably not though. They weren't exactly on social terms after all, it didn't really matter though. He was here, and it was a good time to pay a visit as well, apparently there was a Sith Lord walking about. Cylus liked to watch the Sith, quietly and in dark corners where they couldn't see him.

The slight hiss of the mechanisms holding the Lambda's door shut announced his presence and he strolled out of the shuttle. He didn't look remotely like the stormtrooper he had used to be, a black cloak hung around his body and the sunlight glinted off of the terrifying mask he wore. Up ahead he thought he could see Tmoxin and her ever dutiful 2nd. He stepped towards the checkpoint, flashing through the identification process rapidly, maybe a bit too rapidly, the fellow stationed there seemed to want to get out of the cold gaze rapidly.

As he stepped in, he approached the pair from behind, following them, matching their footsteps so as not to make much noise, and then when the moment seemed right, he spoke, his voice cordial and polite.
"Good Greetings, Tmoxin, Ulysses."

[member="Charlene Adaska"] | [member="Cyril Grayson"] | [member="Urya Uvatera"] |

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

“Oh Hello..” Tmoxin trailed off, not sure who was greeting her. He was an Imperial but his manner of dress was quite unusual.

“Officer Jest, Commander," said Sgt. Major Ulysses who made sure he knew every single officer who came within ten feet of Commander Temi.

"Ah yes, Cylus Jest. I do remember you from your days in my platoon,” replied Tmoxin in a courteous but concise manner. Well he certainly looked different than she remembered with his black cloak and mask. But perhaps he was sickly somehow like Sylvanan and needed to protect his lungs and skin from germs.

“Good to see you joining us for this… investigation. Obviously I’m sure it's all on the up and up," she said. As the three of them walked down the facility corridor with stormtroopers flanking them on all sides, Tmoxin asked: “Officer Jest, what are you doing with your own platoon these days? Anything of note?”

If Cyril Grayson kept walking in their direction he would meet up with the three of them in a few minutes.

[member="Cylus Jest"] [member="Charlene Adaska"] [member="Cyril Grayson"] [member="Urya Uvatera"]

 

[Cylus Jest]

Cylus watched Tmoxin and Ulysses quietly, shifting his gaze towards them both in their turns of speech. He had expected such a reaction from Tmoxin, he did look quite different than he had used to, but it was much nicer the way he was now.

She had shifted the conversation to platoons, that would be a good talk.
"Executing criminals, capturing Jedi, the usuals." He spoke in a cordial manner, trying to avoid the coldness that tended to creep into his voice when he finally gave up the ruses of niceties.

"All in all, the Undying are fine. What of your soldiers, miss Tmoxin?" He glanced around at the stormtroopers, each one held an individual life, memories and feelings. He didn't care for any of them.
[member="Tmoxin Temi"] | [member="Charlene Adaska"] | [member="Cyril Grayson"] | [member="Urya Uvatera"]

 

[Besk]

Kinthar was about as much of a backwater town as you could get, there wasn't much else besides farms and collociods. Besk had been here for two standard days and he still didn't know why he was here, he just knew that he had to be here. He adjusted the loose jacket he wore over sturdy pants and boots, he could feel the weight of the two lightsabers inside of the hidden pocket of the jacket.

He was sitting inside of the local cantina, if it could even be called that and listened to the locals spout on about one thing or another. The big buzz was that there was Sith lord over at the local garrison preforming some kind of inspection. How that had come to be the buzz he didn't know.

" I heard Janith, you know, the fruit vendor talking about it, he says the Sith is here to clean up this region. " One was person was saying.

" Janith is a drunk and knows nothing. That sithspawn is here to take us all into some camp and experiment on us. Some new bio weapon to use against the bugs." Another replied.

Besk grinned slightly as he listened, rumors had a way of getting out of control, and the bartender was feeding them booze, which only made it worse.

" I heard that there's a Legion commander inside as well. Maybe they are finally going to destroy the bugs once and for all." the last voice almost held hope for something good to come of the unknown visitor, but Besk had his doubts about what good intentions they had.

Maybe I'm here for the same reason the Sith is here, maybe the force wanted me here for a reason. He thought about it for a few moments and decided that it was worth investigating. He dropped a few credits on the bar and made his way out into the small town. He took a deep breath hand began to slowly stroll down the streets towards the general direction of the garrison. He had doubts about his ability to get close to it, but maybe he could see something worth seeing.

[member="Cyril Grayson"] [member="Charlene Adaska"] [member="Urya Uvatera"]
[member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="Cylus Jest"]

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

"Good to hear that, Commander," Tmoxin said as they still strolled along. "Right now I'm training another platoon of soldiers to have more specialized skills. Shock troopers, shadow troopers, snipers... they will round out the Monarchs soon enough."

A stormtrooper came up, saluted Commander Temi and gave her something to sign which she did while they were still walking. "You'll have to visit me at the Morpho Center for Imperial Training soon. We have training facilities and a laboratory. My office door is always open if you would like to pay me a visit and get an in person tour."

[member="Cylus Jest"]

 

[Cylus Jest]

Cylus nodded once courteously. He would enjoy an in-person tour of the facility, one never knew how useful such a building could be. Especially for projects which required a base separate from the usual laboratories of the O.S.

He also considered the idea of shock troopers, snipers and the like. While specialists would always be useful, the Undying themselves were already paratroopers, that was their specialization wasn't it? Perhaps they could be taught more, but that would likely be farther ahead in the future.

"I gladly accept the offer of a tour of the facility. So then, Miss Tmoxin, where might your Captain be?" Of course he was referring to [member="Hans Vaiden"] who was far as he could tell was not present at the moment.
[member="Tmoxin Temi"]

 

[Darth Eversor]

Standing idle and watching the routines of stormtroopers and other Imperials alike, Detritus silently wondered how humans could endure so much suffering. Sickness made them frail, took away their strength and means to live on through both a literal and figurative sense. This town wasn't even of interest besides watching military routine and learning new things about the Sith here and there.

The main thing that interested Detritus was death and how it worked - on his arrival, he witnessed the diseased denizens of the farming community and how they clung to life. What was it that kept them alive? Did they have hope in something that the lab experiment couldn't understand? It would seem that way. Such was the nature of not being given empathy as a compatible trait. Detritus didn't need to feel, for he understood.

And what better thing was there than true understanding? No clouded judgment or unnecessary hesitations.

A patrolling unit of stormtroopers passed by Detritus, giving him a nod. they were discussing how a Sith Lord had apparently touched down upon the world and came seeking medical supplies; strange, what jurisdiction did a Sith have here? These were, for the most part, strictly Imperial matters. Going on a hunch, the creation decided to sift through the area and onward to "meet" this supposed Sith. But, from what Detritus had learned while studying Imperial history, these new faces weren't without the stench of suspicion.

Reaching his right hand down to his right thigh, Detritus made contact with the grip of his handgun. This was merely a precaution in case things happened to get a bit wild. There was no telling what these intruders had in mind, but of course, exposing them would suffice. Objectively speaking, it would completely spoil their intentions of stealing anything of value.

Walking towards an Imperial Officer, the creation posed a query. The first time the creature ever had use of its vocal cords was now, albeit a very strange and eerie tone. "I understand that there was a new arrival - one Sith Lord seeking access to the medical facility. Tell me where it is."

The Imperial blinked a couple times and seemed very confused as to whoever this "man" was. His demeanor certainly read something incredibly dangerous. Unnatural, even. "Apologies, but who are you?" The Officer had never come across the creature before in his life, not even within the confines of this plant. But without a second of hesitation or even a warning, Detritus drew his gun and forcefully pushed it against the throat of the Imperial. "My objective is solidified; where is the medical facility? If you do not comply, I will kill you."

Shaking in his place with a few droplets of sweat forming above his brow, the Officer simply pointed to his left while breathing heavily. Detritus certainly meant business and had no intention of useless chat. Walking away from the now startled man, the entity holstered his pistol and began his trip towards the medical department in a brisk walk, shoving other personnel out of his way - those who saw Detritus did well to get out of his way.

 

[Hans Vaiden]

A backwater assignment on some smog heap in the Deep Core. It was a disgusting objective - supporting the local garrison and sitting idly with thumb in ass. That was a waste of time, resources, and Hans's patience. Adorned in his typical olive grey uniform of a naval officer, the Captain strode thoughtfully through the medical base. Sore, dry pain seeped from his upper arm where a medical officer had administered his mandatory vaccinations despite Captain Vaiden's arguments.

The doctor was always right, most of the time.

However, that thought still didn't remove the fear of needles and injections embedded into his core. Sharp objects and pointy things never spelled a happy ending for any human being and it was best to avoid them at all costs - even if they contained some strange, miraculous mystery fluid.

Presently, there was nothing else to do. Literally. Nothing.

The Captain had spent almost four hours getting access to this facility, getting vaccines and ensuring that the reactions didn't kill him, and mopping up the rest of that time with mindless, droning paperwork. A military life was always just full of dull, boring moments, accented by short bursts of excitement and terror that left you yearning for those dull moments. Well, he sure hoped that excitement hurried right on over.

Hans glanced at his chrono, humming a song that sounded oddly akin to Blood On The Risers. Almost noon, he thought. The mess hall had better damn well be open.

And that, is where he headed.

[member="Tmoxin Temi"], [member="Cylus Jest"], [member="Cyril Grayson"], [member="Detritus"], [member="Besk"], [member="Charlene Adaska"], [member="Urya Uvatera"]

 

[Urya Uvatera]

"Oh sure. That absolutely makes sense. Send the medical officer to secure a shuttle, you daft idiot." Urya freely admonished the jedi over the comm, using her cranial tech to simulate her voice into her 'team's' communicators rather than say anything through her mouth. " Wouldn't it be -less- suspicious if the Stormtrooper went for the shuttle, and the wamping, and I will stress this again, the wamping medical officer went to the infirmary with you to collect the samples? Why the hell did you dress me up to be a doctor if you're going to send me on as a shuttle jockey?!"

She continued her walk beside him, pretending to tap things into a datapad, advancing on Tmoxin and her merry band.

[member="Cyril Grayson"]
[member="Charlene Adaska"]
[member="Cylus Jest"]
[member="Hans Vaiden"]
[member="Detritus"]
[member="Tmoxin Temi"]

 

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Someone important was here.

He felt it in the sudden stiffness of the officers. When they saw him in his Sith regalia, he felt fear. When they come across this other figure, it was not fear, but respect. He closed his eyes for a moment to expand his awareness. Some ways away, a dark presence surged toward them, a disturbance in the calm sea that he perceived as the force. It was a hurricane.

Ahead, particularly the woman in the middle of the crowd of soldiers, there was solidity. Most of the personnel within had little to no defense to Cyril's mental perusals, but this one was an iceberg. Sturdy and strong, inflexible but moving. She would be an issue.

"Sorry, sure, my fault." He whispered, realizing his error. He was so blustered by what they were doing that he had not thought of the obvious. "You two go together. Play the part. You have the right access codes - or you should. They'll be interested in me. I'll take the shuttle."

And steal their attentions.

Without awaiting their response, the 'Sith' peeled off to the right down a corridor, in the direction of the landing pads. Meanwhile, the others were on a crash course with [member="Tmoxin Temi"], [member="Cylus Jest"], and beyond that, the medbay.

Beyond, the rogue force user within the town might very well sense a wave in the force. For just a moment, the Jedi Master made himself known to any force user in the area.

And then he was off toward the closest Lambda.






[member="Urya Uvatera"], [member="Charlene Adaska"], [member="Hans Vaiden"], [member="Detritus"], [member="Besk"]

 

[Besk]

Besk stopped and looked up, he was still around half a mile from the garrison and he had felt someone using the force. He heard the rumors of a Sith lord but this was different, this wasn't tainted with the flow of darkness. There had to be another force user in the area, probably in the garrison. Maybe a Jedi was there too. Was it possible that they had captured a Jedi and brought him here? His thoughts focused on that idea. It would make sense because there's nothing out here at all, This is Sith space and there's nothing here but farmers.

He glanced around and hopped that the garrison forces weren't paying as much attention as they should be as he moved forward at a faster pace. He could see that there were indeed several guards in view and he stopped and hoped that he didn't regret his decision to do this. He opened himself up to the force and allowed his presence to be known to any force users in the area. He was a failed Jedi padawan, but he still lived within the light and he felt the force flow outwards.

He hadn't felt a dark presence at all and he wondered what that meant. could the Sith lord have left the Jedi alone? He only hoped that the Sith lord wasn't the only attention he garnered.

 

[Charlene Adaska]

...Aaaand he was gone. Great. Why not just send her to the shuttle? She didn't even want to be near that guy anyway. Well, too late to argue. She fingered the trigger on the rifle. What would a real storm trooper do? How could she look natural? While he tore off, Charlene made to look as surprised by his sudden movement as anybody. He was distracting something. What? Something told her it was the woman approaching. Something... told her. No time to think.

"Sir!" she called once, "The med bay is-"

She looked around, eyes falling on [member="Urya Uvatera"], disguised in her medical garb. Time to test out her acting skill. She had to be completely clueless. Why should she act suspicious of him? He was a Sith still as far as she knew, or at least as far as her 'character' knew.

"Sith business, I guess. They say they can... see things that we can't. Huh, space magicians," She sighed and shrugged, "This way Ma'am. I'll take you there myself. Apologies."


[member="Cyril Grayson"] [member="Besk"] [member="Hans Vaiden"] [member="Detritus"] [member="Cylus Jest"] [member="Tmoxin Temi"]

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

When Cylus Jest asked where the Captain was, Tmoxin checked their itinerary on her datapad. “He’s arrived and is in the garrison somewhere," she responded. She was relieved to know her superior officer was on the ground now, but she tried not to let her emotions show as she didn't want to advertise the fact that Hans had been courting her romantically and she was a willing recipient of his affection. Better to keep that all under-wraps for the sake of the 182nd.

As the group of them turned the corner they saw two medical assistants headed their way. These workers did not appear to wear the specific uniform of Imperial medics and had an air of abnormality to the Commander.

“Are these two part of the Sith Lord’s entourage?” Tmoxin whispered to the Sgt. Major.

“Yes, I believe so,” he replied.

“You there!” she said hailing the two newcomers. “Just where is Lord Alberath anyway? We are here to supervise his activities. Can you take me to him?”

[member="Cyril Grayson"] [member="Charlene Adaska"] [member="Urya Uvatera"] [member="Cylus Jest"] [member="Besk"] [member="Detritus"]

 

[Urya Uvatera]

Urya merely nodded to her companion, who was dressed clearly as a Stormtrooper. As they headed towards the medbay, Tmoxin's calling over to them only halfway caught her attention, as she was still pecking away at her datapad. " Look, I have a lot of work to get done today, Ma'am, but if you had eyes, you'd see that he went that way," The 'medical officer' clipped in her Imperial accent, pointing a gloved finger in the direction 'Alberath' had suddenly whipped off to. She hadn't missed a step, continuing to follow the Stormtrooper towards their destination.

" Now if you excuse me, I want to get off this planet before I catch something parasitic." She gave a labored shake of her head to her companion, accompanied with a slight eye roll, commenting, "Like we have nothing else to do today, am I right? Come along."

[member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="Charlene Adaska"] @Besk @Cyril Grayson [member="Hans Vaiden"]