The nice Vanagor died, now you get me.
ODESSEN
ALLIANCE BASE
[Any text in brackets signifies comm-link usage and not face to face conversation]
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- Gear/Armor
- Nano-Tech Armor (For Emergencies)
- Headset Microphone Comm-Link
- Mobile "Bodycam" Datapad
- Lightblaster (Percipience - hidden in ship for emergency)
- Shortsabers (“Night” and “Day”)
- Throwing Lightknives
- Force Blinding Flashbangs
- Michael, Gabriel, Azrael, Sariel, Raphael, Jeremiel, Connel, Raguel
Omega Squad were on another mission, one that necessitated he (a Jedi) stay behind. It was alright though as Connel would take the time to get some more meditation and training in. "CONSERVATOR", his father’s… his... no it is still his Father’s Long Handle Lightsaber in his hands, Connel was working out, getting a better feel for it. This was not something that could sit on a mantle, or be hung on a wall. The weapon had its own reputation, and he had to respect it. He wanted to.
Connel was never one for “Lotus position” “Eyes Closed” “Ponder the meaning of a grapefruit” meditation, he was like his father. However he was like his mother in using a lightsaber in a “kata” to do so.
Was he alone to be alone? Nope, Connel was just there. Anyone who wanted to come to the floor was welcome. They probably had some good stories to share or swap.
