The Silver Suns (Mercs/Soldiers/Outcasts/GA)

[RC 212]

OOC: Mercs and Others may join with the intent of joining the Unit or Training and Commanding the Unit. Open to anybody really. As long as your down to do some Dominions and Invasions with me later.​

Silver Suns Complex
Requisitioned Drill Pad 11Kresh
Fondor

[member="Kurenai Yumi"] [member="Xhernai"] [member="Scourge"]

The sun rose in the gloomy pall of the early morning. Down below they assembled, and up above Karren stood, clad in her gray Galactic Alliance Flightsuit, this time with the Patches. One Read "Rogue Squadron, Rogue Eleven." Another read "Paladin."

Though these new troopers would know her by neither at this point. They were the most villainous, scummy, and downtrodden denizens of the Galaxy, gathered here for their single purpose. The purpose of redemption. As they filtered into the pad a cold wind whipped across the complex, rattling the climbing ropes.

Instructors moved into place before their platoons. four of them in exact precise order. She could already tell half were scared, as her stern gaze met each of theirs from up high. The Alliance flag ran up the pole for first call and raucous sound split the air.

She smirked and then glanced left at her meagre staff. It was a joint funded project, so they'd only spared one Alliance Officer. An old Grounder by the name of Talson Johnson. Red hair, with streaks of gray, a pressed gray uniform and dozens of ribbons. Karren might have felt naked next to him.

But this was his game. She was a Pilot for now. Until the first battle.

"What exactly are we hoping to accomplish here Paladin?"

She paused and then crossed her arms, one hand on her chin.

"Redemption Chief. I selected these folks from the lowest pits of hell. Prisoners, Vagabonds, Wanted men and poor folks. They all raised their hand when I offered them a chance to join the Alliance ranks for a penance."

"I don't like it. Scum with mercenaries for their drill instructors. What kind of army is this nowadays. I reckon the Sith-"

She held up her hand and shot him a stern gaze.

"The Sith have their means. We are not them. These are folks who are desperate for ten years of service in exchange for a full pardon and a Career Chief. That means they'll work extra hard. Fight extra hard."

"We have Fleet Marines y'know."

"I'm talking Light Infantry Chief. A counter to the Imperial forces surrounding both the CSA and GA. A counterpart that can stand toe to toe alongside the Antarian Rangers of the Silvers. The finest Light Infantry Unit in the Galaxy."

"You think this is feasible, with this lot?"

"They have hope Chief. Great deeds have been accomplished with far less."

"Hmphh."

She exited the Command tower, taking the lift to the drill pad and stepped out into the whipping winds, braid carried on the air. Both of her arms swinging in unison as she approached the Company. It was time to see how the Instructors were going to handle their first day.....

 

[Iturizu Yuvie]

It was cold, well more of a chill that was edged on by the wind, but it was still unpleasant to Yuvie, her purple and black robes fluttering against each gust as she awaited this so called commander Tarsk. the former Imperial Inquisitor had doubts about the girls ability to properly lead a task force, as she was only a padawan, but her time with the Silver Jedi had taught her not to judge a book by it cover.

Yuvie sat away from the others, her past, and current stay in life being different from those present, but also due to her affiliation with the Empire and Jedi. Most would think it odd that a follower of Sith teachings was willingly joining a task force lead by a Jedi. Truth be told some of it was not her choice, but if the padawan commander proved to be capable Yuvie would have no problem committing to serve under there command.

Soon the sound of another foots steps approached, the Mirialans eyes moving to the side, spying the Jedi in question, there was no doubt that she had seen combat before, and carried an air of confidence that someone of her age would not usually have. 'Perhaps this will not be as bad as I though'.

[member="Karren Trask"]

 

[Xhernai]

[member="Karren Trask"] [member="Iturizu Yuvie"]


Xhernai watched the sorry looking bunch of scum or potential recruits as Trask called them. Xhernai couldn't care less for redemption or whatever their reasons are. All he cared about was that he was getting paid quite a hefty fee for his services. They needed whipping in to shape, most of them were petty criminals and were sorry for it. That was the difference between them, Xhernai was a gun for hire, he killed without remorse and it was sport for him. He found pleasure in it and it paid quite well. "Do what you love and you'll never have to work a day in your life." That's what his mother told him but she never would have expected her son to have been a killer. Wherever she was, she wouldn't have been proud of him but credits done him more good than she ever did.

He was surprised when Karren Trask had offered him credits and a pardon for his past crimes if he agreed to work them. The Alliance and Xhernai had never gotten on due to him smuggling illegal cargo in their territory and murders of several Alliance personnel. He looked around at the other instructors. There was Trask, several Alliance brass, a Mirialan and other generic mercs. Xhernai would no doubt push his group the hardest to show he was superior to the other instructors as there was a rumour that was a bonus for the best group and instructor. Xhernai grinned under his helmet. He would inspire fear in to these recruits, redemption isn't easy and if they want it they are going to have to do whatever it takes and separate the weak minded from the strong willed. Xhernai wouldn't mess around this time, the rewards from this job are too beneficial to risk anything.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Iturizu Yuvie"] [member="Xhernai"]

Silver Suns Complex
Requisitioned Drill Pad 11Kresh
Fondor

OOC: Go crazy customizing your platoons or hat have you. After a few posts we will speed it along to the end of the month of training and then do a close out and a follow on thread if you guys are down still.

The Instructors had arrived. Her head instructor was already there. A man she knew only by his dossier in the GA database. Smuggling, Theft of Government Property, Evasion of Justice.

These all would fall away as the until came along. They were arranged in neat ranks and files, each of the four platoons carrying their banners designating themselves. Each warrior dressed in plain tan uniforms, with extra leather padding. They hadn't yet drawn their green armor, nor arms.

She would leave that to her Instructors.

Spade Platoon, Delta Platoon, Sword Platoon, Omega Platoon.

For a second she wondered if the the last one was a reference to the Omega Pyre whom had had once ruled this region of space before merging their forces with the quickly fledgling GA in the time of The One Sith. She pushed the thought away and came to attention, snapping a sharp salute to Xhernai and [member="Iturizu Yuvie"], then extending her hand to shake theirs.

"Welcome to the Silver Suns officially."

Her eyes met his, not as stern as before, but intense with fire.

Two warriors stood toe to toe, for all to see.

"They'll be under you to train. I'll be walking through to observe their progress. As of now however you have complete command and control of the unit. Appoint whatever ranks you desire and run it how you see fit."​

It went without saying why she pressed. They were pressed on almost all sides. The First Order still hung like a pall over their western reaches, with instability and other Empires brewing in the North and the eastern sectors.

She checked her watch and then nodded.

And then stepped up to address the crowd.

​

"Soldiers. That's what you are now. You were hand picked from the crappiest places and the lowest holes of the Galactic Alliance. Some of you are simple folks trying to make your way. Others of you are deserters, fleeing persecution or whatever ailed you in your last units and Factions."​

"Today is a new day for you all. The Empires of the Galaxy are growing by the day. Every day tyranny comes closer and closer, threatening to wipe out the free people of the galaxy. You the downtrodden, the underdogs, the criminals. You are the future of Alliance Ground forces. By the end of this training you'll be a lethal Light Infantry force capable of multiple vectors of entry into the battlefield."​

She paused and then started again.

​

"You will drop, fast rope, march, kill and die. Many of you will die. Perhaps I'll die with you, but if we do, let it be in an empty pile of blaster cartridges atop mounds of the enemy. We'll let them know the Silver Suns came. The Silver Suns fought. The Silver Suns died, and they lived their oath till the end. Fight today until the end of your Oath. Survive. Be free. Loyalty, Valor, Redemption!"​

She turned and nodded one last time to Xhernai. Then pressed a set of orders into his hand stamped with the GA seal. His pardon agreement, complete with a temporary rank. To be permanent if he so chose.

"They're all yours. I'll be back at the top of each week. First Drop Training will be at the end of the month. Good Luck..... Lieutenant."

 

[Ismael Skhaos]

Ismael stood silently as he watched everything assemble before him, he ranked and filled then silently awaited what to do next. He sighs as he tries yo remember why he is here as remembered, he was a vagabond, a man without purpose. He ended up taking a job as a merc and then found himself on the wrong side of a blaster. He lost the very little he acquired from his time and now needs to find something again. Something worth fighting for. As he began to get lost in his thought Ismael was snapped back to what was happening as he felt the wind bite him and as someone began to speak. As Ismael heard [member=Karren Trask] speak he felt dread fill himself as he realizes that he is getting back into what he tried to avoid, yet he got over it from him remembering, "Survive...". He stood up straight as he felt his dread dissipate as he remembered the words last given to him, and how now he waited for the tribulations to come worrying of not tomorrow, but of now and how he needs to live, each moment could be his last, so he needs to make sure that he lives for that moment, and then the next.

[member=Xhernai] [member=Iturizu Yuvie]

 

[Xhernai]

Xhernai shook Trask's hand. The way she looked at him showed she wasn't playing around, Xhernai wasn't either. The pay was good and he could even get some jobs for the Alliance after this, nothing permanent, just a few jobs. He did a couple murders for the Empire as well but it was nothing permanent either. He was a gun for hire, he didn't pick sides he’d work for whoever paid the most.

He listened to Trask's speech. It was subtle but straight to the point at the same time. She approached him after finishing. She placed a bunch of files in his hands and called him lieutenant and then walked off. It was his time to speak to the 'recruits'.

He came forward, took of his helmet and cleared his throat. "Listen up scum, I'm your head instructor, Xhernai. I'm may be young but I won't hesitate to put a burn in any of you who step outta line. You claim to want redemption, well you gotta earn it. You may not be here for a long time but you will definitely be here for a hard time." He looked around, analysing the recruits.

"We have a range of tests for you. A gruelling physical test, those of you who pass will be considered for infantry roles. Next there will be a test for your skill with blasters, those of you who do well in that will be considered for sharpshooter or marksmen roles. There will also be an aptitude test and those of you who do well will be considered for combat medic and engineer roles etcetera. For those of you who do exceptionally well on ALL of your tests will be considered for spec ops roles and possibly honour guards. Finally, after all of these exams you will be taking a psychological test to make sure all of you are mentally stable since we know some of you used to be criminals. Once you are assigned a role you will meet your instructor.

Oh yes, I almost forgot. For those of you who perform poorly on all exams will be sent to the pits to fight other failures to the death. If you win three fights in a row then you will be taken on for an infantry role. That’s it from me.”

The last part had definitely shocked them, they were looking at each other in awe. It would be a strong motivator to the recruits to make them try their hardest knowing that their lives were at risk. The Alliance wouldn’t be happy with his brutal methods, but they signed him up as their head instructor knowing he had a violent way of doing things. They wouldn’t want to waste people who were willing to fight for them.

Xhernai hadn’t told anyone about this part of the testing. The rest of the instructors were eyeballing him, they didn’t know they were signing up for this. He walked off and checked the files he was given by Karren. He was Lieutenant for now with the option to make it permanent. He wasn’t one to make allegiances but the Alliance seemed set on making him one of them. He wasn’t going to join them at first but the thought of joining them was definitely dawdling in his mind after reading these files. Besides they were much more pleasant than the Empire. He wouldn’t fit in of course due to his violent nature but they would learn to appreciate it.

 

[Xhernai]

[member="Ismael Skhaos"] [member="Karren Trask"] [member="Iturizu Yuvie"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Ismael Skhaos"] [member="Xhernai"]

Several Weeks Later
Silver Suns Complex
Requisitioned Drill Pad 11Kresh
Fondor

OOC: Ismael, get in on some interaction yo! Skipped ahead, since the training part could be a stalling point and maybe boring?


Her shuttle had just docked on the pads at the upper levels of the complex. A rough rain was sweeping over the far reaches on the horizon as she stepped off into the dreary morning. Thunder and lightning crackled in beautiful streams of blue and purple way out there. She grinned, taking in the power of the storm as she stalked towards the turbolift.

The doors opened and she stepped through. The pad was barren except for the high circular walls surrounding it and the gray citadel that towered above it on the south side. A cool breeze floated through the air.

After a brief rest and few visits to Jedi Order associates she was ready to get back to it. Xhernai would have the men and women of the Silver Suns trained sharp as a razor by now or damn close to it. The turbolift dinged and she stepped out still clad in that familiar gray flightsuit, except this time with all of her patches, designating Rogue Squadron and Silver Suns. The name tapes were stacked.

She spotted him from far away. It was before mustering hours. She approached, arms swinging light in that familiar rhythm he'd already come to know as she checked in every other week.....

 

[Ismael Skhaos]

Occ: Yo sorry. I was out for a while and had no time to post. Also I didn't know how to interact with any of the officers.

A grueling test of endurance, wits, grit, and indomitable spirit forced Ismael to break a little bit each time. He tore his way through the marksmanship test with ease, the physical score was defiantly good enough, his aptitude test showed a high level of skill in strategy yet not in much else. His scores were tallied and his tests were finished, he felt tired yet awake as he awaited the verdict on his test. He didn't care what he got, as long as he doesn't get sent to the pit. He did know he was a shoe in for marksman/sniper, yet he was still afraid he could be sent to the pits for a less than adequate scores on anything else. He was afraid he didn't do good enough. He never showed it, but he had feelings of terror as he saw people come and go, with some being very disturbed by not getting a good score on any, this shook Ismael up as he was afraid he was going to fail, then the psychological test is to come. His bill of health was clean, yet fear still racked his mind as he awaited the final verdict. [member=Xhernai] was brutal as he is unrelenting, his training was painful and grueling, and his skills were tested, and his body stressed. He now sits and begins to talk to the others there as he waited to be told what he is to die as.

[member=Karren Trask]

 

[Michael Shado]

[member="Karren Trask"] @Xhernai @Ismael Skhaos [member="Iturizu Yuvie"]


Even if he was not all about the galaxy's politics, the chance to train some scumbags that had gotten caught by the authorities seemed almost too good to pass up for the Alor of clan Shado. A Karren Trask had informed him that a position has a temporary drill sergeant was available within the Galactic Alliance, of course he picked up the work. Michael, when he arrived, was given his briefing for this job, pick a platoon and begin training them in his own way, make sure they were combat ready, and not to kill them. This was gonna be a long month.

Right off the bat, the people in his platoon were the worst of the worst, murderers, thieves, and cut throats. None of them trust each other, none of them worked together, and getting them to stay in compliance was like working a prison. It brought him back to when he had once taken a small group of clan Shado for a prisoner escort in the outer rims, there had been a escape which turned into a riot. Most of those prisoners were now dead.

Everyday he sighed as he got them up, every hour he sighed when one would push the other, and every minute he was sighing when one would mock him, and Michael had to make a example out of him. It wasnt till one day he took them hiking with stun set blasters and gear into the woods of Fondor, and had his clan attack them with their own stun blasters. Many injuries that day, but, after that day he made a point. He brought with him that touch that only a Mandalorian could bring. He expressed the importance of brotherhood among themselves, and taught them how to work together eventually. By the end of the second week, Michael had a nice platoon of soldiers.

Today was no different, there was no going easy, they all stood attentive, heads shaved, nothing but their fatigues in the rain. To show even further how it was different from those other drillers out there showing others how to fight, Michael stood with them in the rain, nothing but fatigues. They stood for an hours, attentive, disciplining themselves to become harden men. Nothing would faze them. Another hour passed, and then another, till eventually Michael turned. Saluting them, he was given the same response. He smiled.

"At ease. Today is R&R, go get brunch, and relax your muscles. Remember your squad leaders, and stay out of trouble. Drinks are on me."

They all smiled, saluted once more and moved on to enjoy their free day. One of the clan members of Shado came up behind him, full Mando armor.

"Reminds me of when I first joined. Your father was just like this. Hard on his men, but caring. Doing good stuff here alor."

Michael nodded in approval of the compliment. He was beginning to get used to his clan leader thing.

OOC: I just made this real quick, let me know if it needs edits.

 

[Iturizu Yuvie]

Yuvie watched as Karren approached her giving [member="Xhernai"] an salute and firm hand shake before moving onto the former inquisitor. Ture Yuvie was not an instructor but that fact of past military training and the additional use of the force ment that she was seperate from the other criminals and scumbag she that had joined. "Thank you", just a small phases, as the Sith was still not fully used to working with Jedi, even after the time spend on Voss.

All the mirilan could do was cock an eye brow at Karen's speech, it seemed to be somthing more reminiscent of the fanatic soulders the Empire lead into battle, seemed as though motivational pep talks did not vary much from government to government. In her mind Yuvie doubted how many of these scoundrels would make the one month training but desperate times made people seemingly capable of many things outside their skill range, and a promised pardon for crimes seemed to be a great motivator.

Shadows rundown of the training program was nothing new, she had been informed of the training regime and was personably tasked with picking out anyone who showed aptitude in force using, but the mans last part was definitely not in the list. 'What the hell is he talking about, gees why do mando say have to be so bliss thirsty', she mentally sighed to herself, at lest this would motivate them to try their hardest, but what would that mean for her. Yuvie was not a marksmen in th slightest, a straight up duelist and quick fast attack, strange was not really her expertince either, why did she volunteer to undertake the trials as well, 'looks like I'll have to take a crash cruise in blasters'.

The training was harsh, even more so then the imperial inquisitor training, that type of training was mainly around force powers, staying silent, hacking and 'information extraction methods'. Still she did not allow this to be a hinder, putting every bit of training to the limit through each try out. The blaster and marksmen tests where no cake walk, but the physical endurance and engineering part of the apptitude test were more up her ally, finishing them with enough time to oversee the other recruits training and try and spot any potential force users. With all the fighting going on it seemed that the Jedi were not as concentrated on finding force sensitive individuals to bolster their ranks.

Amount all the trainees one man stood out, [member="Ismael Skhaos"], His results where not anything great but several times during the training session she could feel the force moving around the boy, as if unintentally being guided. Upon the end of the training month, when Karren had arrived she arrpoched the man, "Mr Skhaos may I have a work with you", her armed crossed out of habit. "Tell me, have you ever used the force in anyway, or what is your understanding of it the far"?

 

[Ismael Skhaos]

As Ismael awaited he felt a presence enter like that he hadn't felt in some time, he looked over and stood up to [member=Iturizu Yuvie] as she spoke. He felt his heart skipped a beat as he thought she was there to deliver bad news. "The...Force?" Ismael said with a slight curious voice as he continued, "No ma'am I have never used the force yet I have encountered a few Jedi and Sith in my time". He cleared his throat, "May I ask what this is about Ma'am?" Ismael began racking his brain to see if he has any memory on her. He couldn't remember anything he could know on her, but wisdom dictated that he didn't cross her.

[member=Michael Shado] [member=Karren Trask] [member=Xhernai]

 

[Xhernai]

[member="Ismael Skhaos"] [member="Iturizu Yuvie"] [member="Michael Shado"] [member="Karren Trask"]

OOC: Carrying on from Karren’s post

Xhernai saw Trask approaching him. He took his helmet off and wore a big grin on his face. He shook her hand and they began walking towards the hall where they would release the results. "It's all gone extremely well, as far as my group goes. I only know the results for my company, I decided I'll read it as I'm announcing it to the recruits." Xhernai was buzzing about his results. Several recruits had done exceptionally good and had gotten spec ops roles and none had failed. Looks like no one from his group would be going to the pit.

He found it quite awkward that he would be announcing all the results, for other instructor's groups. He barely spoken yet even seen the other instructors. He had spent most of his time with his company, helping them getting the best role they could achieve. They had grown on him, it was the first time Xhernai had felt attachment in a while.

They reached the doors of the main hall. "So, you ready to give your speech? Once you finish I'll say all the names and their roles and who's going to the pits." He held the door open for her and followed her in. The instructors stood next to their companies whilst Xhernai and Trask stood on the stage.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Ismael Skhaos"] [member="Michael Shado"] [member="Xhernai"] [member="Iturizu Yuvie"]

OOC: This was just the opening thread. If you guys are down to continue, plse PM me. Next thread will start in a bit.


Silver Suns Complex
Requisitioned Drill Pad 11Kresh
Fondor

Karren nodded and shook the warriors hand. She noticed he was in much higher spirits then when she had originally found him. This made her smile inside, but on the outside, she kept her neutral expression, only cracking a smirk here and there. The instructors all seemed passionate about their jobs, even the ones she had not met.

She saw a few newer faces here. A Mando with his Company and Woman off to the side, discussing what she assumed was the Force with another student. She could feel the connection growing in the currents, entangling the both of them. He was about to become suddenly aware of a world much larger and deeper than himself.

It reminded her of her fist Days on Voss as a young ling.


"Very well."

They mounted the stage, a little higher than the assembled troopers and she nodded.

"I don't have much to say at this point. You all have performed admirably, pending a few disciplinary infractions. I've been tracking your progress through weekly reports while I've been away. Remember your Oaths and keep to your training. The Empires of the Galaxy are moving even now to crush out the light. The Silver Jedi have been struck several times by dark forces. The Alliance might see the return of hostilities between them and the First Order, or even face threats from the Battle Hardened Empire."​

She paused again and clasped her hands behind her back.

​

"You'll be released for liberty in a few hours after you out process. Instructors and yourselves will muster one week from now aboard the ANS Valor, where we will conduct your first Atmospheric Drop as a Unit. This will be our main way of entry so pay attention and keep sharp. Enjoy your off time. You've earned it."​

She stepped back and Saluted the instructors.

"Instructors, they're all yours."

She hung back, hands clasped again behind her back as she watched them organize their men, and present whatever awards they wished. When they were done she wanted to give them an audience with her, so they could have a Q&A with their commander. Trust was essential in the days and months ahead, considering the missions they were about to embark on.

 

[Xhernai]

After Karren’s speech, Xhernai came to the front of the stage to speak. “Listen up lads, it’s time for your results but first I wanna have a word. You were all useless or criminals when you came here but now you have purpose, belonging and skill. I look forward to fighting with you, I’ve decided to take up the Alliance on their offer and join them temporarily. Just one more thing before I announce all of your results, there is no pit. All of you will be assigned a role even if you failed all your tests so you have nothing to worry about.” He said with a smile.

“Alright, from my group we have Kylath Tong, ID: 2718 who is our newest marksman….” He went down the list, he was going to be there for a while as he read the names from each instructor’s group. As he went along, he found a familiar name. “The next group is M-Michael Shado’s group?” he said in a confused tone. Why was he here? What did he want? He would find out soon enough but not now, this was these men's time. He continued to announce the names till the very end. “Congratulations everyone, this day we drink and party and the next we kill the Alliances enemies.” His words were met with loud cheers as he left the stage.

 

[Iturizu Yuvie]

The boy was a novice in all regards it seemed, "Well take it all in, I am a Sith, just try to remember that very few are as nice as me, as for what this is all about, Karren Tarask asked me to look out for individuals that may be force sensitive, for special roles in the task force". Yuive walked closer to the man as she continued to speak, "My limited time as an Imperial inquisitor equipped me with the skills to sense other force users, in the event of having to track them down, and for counter espionage assignments, and through my observation of you I have.... noted some things" she waved hair hand around a bit while trying to think up the right words, as not to dump to much information on him all at once.

"Thought not terrible, I could see from your results that you are not the sharpest tool in the shed, yet on certain tests your scores have been above what I would have expected from you, in addition their have been several instances where I have felt the force move around you, assisting you, it may be very well possible that you use the force on the odd occasion without realizing it". The former inquisitor place her hand behind her back, giving the man a strong but calm stare, "I am to believe that you, [member="Ismael Skhaos"] are force sensitive, and are without a doubt a potential candidate for a possible force user attachment to this group, if you'd be willing to test my theory that is".

Soon the sound of the instructor [member="Xhernai"] words echoed about the field , "Best get in line, we will talk later, do not worry about it for now". Yuvie gave the man a stern nod before walking over next to Xhernai as he went through his speech, slightly relieved that the whole pit fiasco was just a ruse, for a moment their the Mirilan was certain the man was serious. She followed the instructor off the stage as the sound of cheering and clapping echoed behind the two, "do you often give speeches, or is that something mercenaries just gain over time".

[member="Karren Trask"] l [member="Michael Shado"]

 

[Xhernai]

[member="Iturizu Yuvie"] [member="Karren Trask"] [member="Ismael Skhaos"] [member="Michael Shado"]

As Xhernai was exiting the stage he was joined by a Mirialan named Iturizu Yuvie. He had access to the other instructors’ files and hers was one of the more interesting one of the few he had read. She was looking for ‘force’ sensitives. Xhernai always thought he was force sensitive because of his luck and his aim but reality came over him and he realised he wasn’t. "Do you often give speeches, or is that something mercenaries just gain over time?” She said to him.

"I'd never given a speech in my life before I joined this program so I guess I gained it over time."

He answered. “I feel like I’ve learned more than these recruits the past few days, I thought I was a cold hearted killer with no feelings but I feel like a mentor now, a leader to my company. ‘Sarlacc Company’ is what I wanna call them. I hope I made the right choice to join the Alliance, temporarily. They seem like nice folk compared to the usual people I deal with.”

He took a deep breath. “So, did you find any ‘force sensitives’ or people who meet your criteria?”

 

[Ismael Skhaos]

[member="Michael Shado"]

Ismael froze as [member="Iturizu Yuvie"] stated that she believed "...that you, Ismael Skhaos, are force sensitive...". This made Ismael skeptical as he was never introduced with that idea. He entertained the idea yet still didn't believe it, the force was a mystical force, and an entire beast of its own, it was like magic but was as terrifying as thunder, with the power to equal platoons, even armies. He doesn't believe the idea, yet he says with an unsure mind, "Alright, I'll entertain the idea that I can use the force".
As the voice of [member="Karren Trask"] echoed to Ismael's ears, "Damn". Ismael began walking away and towards where the speeches are being given. Ismael stands near the edge of his platoon and waits for his name to be called and his role.

Marksman, the only role he felt he could have gotten, yet still struggled grab, but more importantly he didn't need to worry of the pit, even if it was a hoax, it terrified Ismael that he would have needed to kill most likely multiple people just to die a week later. Even still, with all of that aside, he couldn't get Iturizu's words out of his head, "...you, Ismael Skhaos, are force sensitive...". He sighed as he now needs to get some answers to see if he is indeed force sensitive, so he started looking for Iturizu and found her walking with [member="Xhernai"] . Ismael was at first reluctant to head their way yet he did so any way, hoping he won't disturb anything important.

 

[Iturizu Yuvie]

Yuvie gave a mercenary a sly smirk, "I've heard that the best way to learn is to teach, guess you have experience that saying quite deeply in this program of yours". She continued to listen to [member="Xhernai"] as he talked, about his past, being a cold heartened killer, she was not much different, though those claimed by her saber was done in the act for the Galactic Empire, but now, she viewed that past as nothing better then straight up murder. 'Everyone is capable of change'.

"Hmm, oh yest, a believe to have found someone that could fit into the 'Mystical powers' role, his name is [member="Ismael Skhaos"], there he is not". Just off to their side the young man approached the two instructors, it was obvious that he was reluctant to speak with her, getting told you where force sensitive at such a late stage in life was not something to talk lightly. "Thank you for seeing me Mr Skhaos, you must be shocked by my propitiation, but I will make sure you are fully ready to undertake such training before the teaching begins, this choice is solely up to you, but it is encouraged that you join, you have a gift that could be very benifical to you.

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