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Posted: **Thu Aug 16, 2018 8:27 pm**

Warvanus had a blastboat modified, specifically for the Dawn patrol. It was a bit roomier than the standard one, it had some experimental equipment and was designed specifically for deployment and extraction. He sat in it now, along with the Dawn Patrol, Wiretap and Sureshot piloting the craft. They had not left orbit yet as the final checklist was being performed by the pilot and co-pilot. He also knew that Widow had checked multiple times to ensure field gear that was needed was indeed on board. Outside of finding the cadet who was tagging along inside the shuttle nothing unusual had yet happened. He had ordered Krieger to keep an eye on the green cadet. While he could appreciate the sadistic-nature of the cadet something seemed off. He could not place his finger on it, at least not yet.

He was accompanying the team on this mission, he wanted to monitor their cohesiveness plus he had his experiment to perform that if successful would help the team with their mission.

“Ready to make the jump to Lucazec” came Wiretap

He looked about the cabin he could see the ready faces of the others, he could also feel anxiety in the air, it was normal before a mission, especially if it was your first one, even Widow and Qwickfoot felt anxious right before an op.

He nodded to Wiretap after a minute “Make the jump” he ordered.

Posted: **Fri Aug 17, 2018 11:31 pm**

Alexander arrived at the blastboat ahead of time, making sure that he was not too later and would take a seat in the ship. Here before they lifted off Alexander would check his equipment for any faults and would see if he could fix them on the way there. Unless someone started a conversation with him he would focus on checking his equipment and getting to know it better.

But that was mostly a distraction for Alexander, his main focus was on planning ahead for the operation. Thinking of several ways in which the plan could go wrong how to solve the issue. Or even better to make sure those issues are avoided in the first place. So he was simply doing his job, strategizing.

Still, Alexander felt curious about the target, what were his weaknesses, his personality, and his flaws. With that knowledge, he could exploit his emotional weaknesses and make sure that he was in a situation to make the best use of them. As Grand Admiral Thrawn had said 'To know one's enemy you must not only know their battle plans but their history, their art.'

Or at least something similar to that. Though he did not expect to make entire battleplans based on his opponent's species and personal flaws he could at least use some of those traits to his advantage. He hoped that the mission would go off without a hitch but Alexander did not expect that to happen. He expected that they would probably get exposed at a certain point but the Dawn Patrol had some of the most dangerous non-sith in the Sith Empire, they could handle this.

That was what Alexander kept in mind as he felt the Gunboat go into Hyperspace

Posted: **Mon Aug 20, 2018 8:16 pm**

"Life is but a dream," he murmurred to himself as he ran his vibroswords through the autogrinder for the third time. "Till' you make it a reality," he finished with a wipe across the powered-off weapons, the cloth being used by a lofty sweep across the fronts, sides and widths of the blades. He looked over to whoever this Foxtrot dude was, and threw him a cheeky grin.

He also threw him the blades, but in the blur of hand motion he was barely seen slipping the sheathes on them before tossing them at Foxtrot. They landed in the 'danger pile' of weapons Alex was checking over and over again. "Why so serious? All we gotta do is some basic go in, don't get caught, and kill the man. Let your hair down, Foxy baby."

'Tver' stretched against his seat, looking overly comfortable despite the seriousness of the situation. As he had been, he was in casual clothes, a personal shield generator clipped to his belt in a more discreet manner behind his belt loop. Two Westars hung from his chest holsters under his arms, and hiding them was a leather jacket, proving a false sense of nakedness with their lack of sleeves. His biceps were the only bright thing on the ship other than his face. In the front pockets of his tattered jacket, open and ready were a pair of gloves, also leather and perfect for their immediate grip. With a clear strap over his waist, attached to it was a short barrelled plasma rifle, retracted to be as minimalized sight possible. Designed for midrange, he fitted a scope to it that too was pulled within the many folds of the chic weapon. It was perfectly ghost under the end of the jagged jacket. In a pair of regular black jeans, slightly fitted, his boots slipped over the ends easy, and gave him more rotation to do whatever he needed to do with as little drag as possible while remaining comfortable. A toothpick was slipped in his teeth and he played with it, twirling it from one side to the other of his mouth. Sitting in the opposite side of the seatingof the other cadets, 'Tver' had both arms drapped over the tops of the seats, legs spread with one heel crossed over the other's knee.

"If you ain't ready for it, it's all good, let me know. I'll take over for you." He winked a dark eye at the cadet.

Posted: **Mon Aug 20, 2018 9:07 pm**

The blastboat traveled through lightspeed. Warvanus could feel the anxiousness in the air, some were nervous, some were relaxed and some like himself felt caged as the blood quickened at the prospect of battle. He knew that when the time came they would all be ready. He would remain on the blastboat, as he would be conducting his experiment while they were on the ground. He hoped that this would be fruitful and if it was another secret of the Force would be his. He looked at Krieger who had a separate mission, it had come to Warvanus’ ears that the overseer Cam Pycellan had in his possession a mysterious item. If it held secrets of the Dark Side or if it was an object of power Krieger’s mission was to retireve it. If it was something dangerous then his mission was to destroy it. He had shared none of this with anyone in the Patrol. If professionalism and military discipline were indeed in the team then their missions would not collide.

Widow had checked her gear and got herself ready , she wore all black, her ice blue eyes scanned the room to see how each was faring, Wiretap was lucky he was piloting the ship, as was Quickfoot. Widow felt anxious not because of fear, but she felt like a caged animal, yearning to be unleashed. Like her Sith overseer , she thrived in battle. Warvanus had told her it was a pity she could not use the Force for she would have made the perfect apprentice. She had Warvanus’ favor, mostly she surmised because she was very similar to the Sith Lord she served.

“Coming out of hyperspace in 5…..4…….3………2……….and mark” came from Wiretap, as he said mark the ship lurched as any ship did coming out of hyperspace, jamming devices were active as the blastboat made its way towards the planet.

“Looks like there’s some storms in the drop off zone” added Quickfoot

“Orders My Lord?” came from Wiretap

Dropping down In the storms could cause problems, heavy rain and winds, which were not very common on this world so when it did occur it was with strong intensity.

Warvanus considered the options, He had brought along 2 pilots with him, he nodded to them, as they switched both pilot and co-pilot, this gave Wiretap and Quickfoot a chance to gather their gear.

“Pilot” came from the Sith Lord “Proceed to the drop zone”

“yes M’lord” came the pilot

Warvanus looked at the team, “severe weather changes nothing, I will be monitoring all communications but maintain radio silence unless its necessary we do not know if anybody will be listening”

The Ship shook and lurched as it had now entered the storm, the pilot was one of the best under Warvanus’ employ. When they arrived the ship flew a few feet off the ground, the hatch opened.

“Go , and may the Dark Side serve you well” Wiretap, Quickfoot, Sureshot,and Widow jumped out gear in hand as they had done a hundred times before, Krieger was next that just left the new XO and this cadet.

When they jumped out, the Blastboat with some severe turbulence had lifted higher and eventually out of the storm and out of sight….

Posted: **Thu Aug 23, 2018 7:59 pm**

Alexander would quickly and carefully move out of the blastboat, stepping out onto the soil of Lucazec. The moment he jumped out Alexander would keep his rifle at the at the ready and observed the surroundings for any sights of potential hostiles.

If the search came up negative Alexander would take a look at the surroundings, gain a general impression of the area and get a feel of where potential ambushes would be located.

For a moment Alexander categorized what kind of equipment he had with him so he knew what he would need to use at what point.

He had:
A set of elite sith trooper armor
One main blaster rifle
a smaller plasma pistol he could use as a sidearm
two flashbangs
two fragmentation grenades
and just to be sure a thermal detonator.

Yes, Alexander had been really pleased when he had seen the explosives in the armory. What could he say, he had learned to enjoy using explosives after making them had been his profession for a few years.

The other objects with him which were a little less combat oriented were:

food supplies for a day or so
a grappling hook (you never know)
a survival knife (which can of course also be used to stab people)
a pair of binoculars
gloves
a canteen filled with water as well as some cleansing tablets to purify local water.
some extra cords
some optics, including night vision gear (though this was attached to the armor)

So all in all Alexander was ready for the mission and had come prepared.

Now Alexander just hoped that things would go flawlessly.

Of course, Alexander assumed that was extremely unlikely knowing how the universe liked to prank certain people.
and a small first aid kit

Posted: **Fri Aug 24, 2018 5:20 am**

As clean as he looked, dark the dark and handsome bastard was truly a ragged man. He didn't need to pack food or water; he might not have looked it, but the man was lucky. Always had a streak of luck wherever he went. But it seemed he had managed to lose it when he lost her. Maybe she was his charm?

It was then the ship shook forward, sirens blaring as he snatched a belt up top to stop himself from careening to the floor. He was too composed for that asshat nonsense.
Turning a head to the open panel gateway, he took his time to the ramps brim before tossing himself clear of it, partially hoping he would skewer into something, and partially hoping he would 'accidentally' land on any other cadet, and 'accidentally' break their neck in his fall. In the end, the air whipped past him, and the rogue made his feet hit solid-

Ground.
Damn, what a shame.

Taking a look around, he saw nothing out of the ordinary. Planet. Wow. Dirt, fauna, some sticks with some leaves. Woo.

An unimpressed look came over his clean face, and he raised a corner of his top lip to flip the toothpick over.

"Where tha party at."

Posted: **Fri Aug 24, 2018 1:55 pm**

The other members diembarked the blast boat. As Quickfoot was about to disembarked he noticed a canteen on the floor he picked it up and tossed it to Foxtrot

“This is yours I think” he said as he cleared the jump tossing the canteen to its owner.

Widow began checking the perimeter. As was procedure, they were in a small clearing on one side was a long drop as it was the edge of the mountain, the mouth of it was trees some living some on their death throes.

the blastboat began its ascent, shortly after it was no longer in sight.

The small clearing appeared to be clear, which came as a surprise when Sureshot fell. From seemingly out of nowhere mercenaries appeared they had hid themselves well, they emerged after one of them shot Sureshot in head, the blaster punching a hole in front of his head in the center of his forehead and exited in the back. He fell, there was no doubt that he was dead.

"TAKE COVER" Wiretap screamed

They opened fire on the squad, Wiretap, Quickfoot and Widow looked for cover while trying to return fire. Krieger who was an apprentice of the Sith Lord Warvanus launched himself into the thick of it, He made quick work of one of the mercenaries. Now five remained.

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Elsewhere…..

Warvanus felt something was off when it began their ascent. Then he felt it. Sureshot’s death in the Force. He balled his fist, anger rising now in the Sith Lord, He should have been there, but this was the Patrol’s mission not his. He had hand picked Sureshot, and he had failed by dying. He could feel the conflict he could feel Krieger’s ferocity as his programming kicked in. He resisted the urge to order the blastboat to back down to the surface. It was his nature to be in the thick of it. It took all his restraint to stick to the plan. He would have a part in this, his experiment in the Force if successful would help them.

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Back on the Surface….

More mercenaries were joining in, another five joined the firefight now, Their force had doubled. These mercenaries did not wear the insignia of the Overseer or the factory. No these were independent thugs causing trouble, maybe they had claimed the mountain and saw the Dawn Patrol as invaders and were merely trying to repel them. These mercenaries comprised of former hired guns, deserters, and anyone else who wanted a better life. Three of the ten had heavy blaster cannons the type a Republic Commando would use.

Elsewhere on the Planet….
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Cam Pycellan stood looking out in the balcony of his office, the complex had not changed since his predecessor ran this place. The only difference was the increased security, he would never admit it but those in his administration would whisper about his increased paranoia, ever since the object in the mines had been found. He had become more and more irratic, irrational, unreasonable almost as if insanity was sinking its meaty claws into the Administrator. He had been hoping to hear from Warvanus, the Sith who elevated him to this position which was so long ago. He had heard of his assent to the rank of Sith Lord. He had also heard of stories of the ferocity of the one time Acolyte that he had knew. Even more disturbing was the rumors of Darth Tormentous’ demise but even more odd those same whispers speaking of his return. He was loyal to Tormentous. That’s what gave him this position.

He did not know what he was looking at when he looked out his balcony to the camps and complex. He had wished he had a mountain view but it was behind him and had no view. Cam Pycellan was a military man and as such always was armed with a sidearm and a blade. Production had been down and despite his best efforts he could not increase it, he needed fresh hands, and better equipment. One reason he had hoped that the Sith Lord would contact him.

Posted: **Sat Aug 25, 2018 10:58 am**

When Quickfoot tossed the canteen to him he gave a nod of appreciation and behind his helmet flushed a bit because of embarrassment. Nervously he checked around the perimeter for any signs of activity. But after looking carefully he did not see anyone.

Still, he had a bad feeling and was still tense, waiting for something to happen. This something seemed to be Sureshot getting shot. Quite an ironic twist of fate he thought as he rushed for cover, rushing before Wiretap had even ordered it.

He managed to find cover in a lower piece of ground, low enough that he could crouch in it and take cover from possible blaster fire.

Now Alexander rapidly analyzed the situation they were in, they were outnumbered by what seemed like skilled mercenaries who had superior cover than them and who had three heavy weapons.

Ok, what did he have available to him? He had some grenades that he could use, possibly a fragmentation grenade. A flashbang would be nice but the radius for it was bad in such an open space so it wouldn't be effective. He also had his blaster rifle he could use to take down hostiles.

But the dawn patrol was also there. Widow could provide good overwatch and possible covering fire. Ideally one of them could flank the hostiles whilst Widow provided covering fire.

Then a tactic slowly started to form. So he then spoke the comms for the squad he spoke, whilst also looking out of his cover and firing on an enemy who was not in cover and he could possibly shoot without hitting Krieger.

"Major, if I might make a suggestion." if permission was given to speak Alexander would speak. "Once the enemy has all gotten into cover I or someone else should go and flank them, going for immediate cover behind that rock formation in the east, after that, I will move in to either take the enemy out or let them retreat a small distance. This would either neutralize the enemy or give us better cover. Whilst I run to the rock formation someone, preferably Widow will provide covering fire and take out any enemy who peek out behind their cover."

Whilst Alexander spoke he left the majority of his focus on the scene in front of him. Continuing to fire on any enemy who went and exposed themselves whilst ducking his head behind cover if an enemy was going to shoot at him.

Posted: **Wed Aug 29, 2018 7:40 pm**

Begin Battle Meditation App

Now was the time, it was now or never, there was a fierce battle not too far away and his people were in danger of being taken out one by one, the conditions were ripe, the Dark Side provided the field test, now he had to pull this secret from the Force. This one would prove to be difficult because it went against everything that Warvanus was not. He believed in being in the thick of the battle not away from it, the battle lust was on him and he could not satiate it. He would have to put this baser instinct aside so he could attempt to guide the battle. He was going to achieve a level of focus and concentration that would take every bit of his power and mental discipline as so he can maintain what he was about to do.

He closed his eyes and drew on the Force its energies vast and infinite, he poured his focus and concentration into the Force, the Dark Side calling to him, he answered it by fueling it with his passions and his emotions, in a offering from one of its devotees in exchange for performing the feat he was about to attempt. He stretched out with his feelings; he was not far away from his people and could feel them in the Force. He also could feel the void left by Sureshot. It felt like a gaping hole in the cohesiveness of his team. One by one he brushed his awareness on each of their minds. Widow, Quickfoot, Wiretap, and Krieger he was familiar with, Foxtrot he was not too familiar with, but that was because he was new, the Cadet Iver was a stranger to him. Like a opaque canvas, he was even less familiar to him than Foxtrot was. He envied each member of his team for being in the thick of the battle.

He touched the minds of his team, and with that contact he poured confidence and determination into their minds with the intent of boosting their confidence and resolve. He also projected clarity into each member of his team with the intent of a more cohesive effort on their part. He projected confidence, that they were the best warriors the Sith Empire had , that they would get through this mission and they would succeed, all in an effort to elevate their morale. He concentrated harder and as he did so he could feel no change in the battle on the mountain clearing. He surmised it had done nothing that it did not work. He opened his eyes and punched the nearest wall. His anger rising even more, his fury aching to be released, aching to be with them making the bodies of their enemies drop. He balled his hands into fists letting the anger rise and his hatred fester and turn into white hot fury. All of which he poured into the dark side. He would not summon help from the Dark Side he would take it and bend it to his will. It would do what he commanded of it.

He internalized all that fury and poured it into the Force, he would try again, fueled by his passions, his anger and hatred at the opposing forces, the anger at losing a member of his team so easily which only furthered his rage, the anger that he was not in the thick of it, only seemed to bring his anger to new levels all of which he gave to the Dark Side. With it he would take the power he needed, It flowed through him it gave him the ability to focus sharper and deeper seemed to be effortless now,. He deepened his focus on his team, he intensified his concentration by shutting everything out around him, the hum of the instruments on the ship, the subordinates who flew and operated the ship, everything. He closed himself to all outside distractions and noises until It was just him and his communion with the Dark Side of the Force and his will to dominate it to do his bidding.

He once again touched the minds of each member of his team, he felt linked to them all, almost like a puppet master controlling his puppets. Except this was not that kind of control. First he touched his top operative’s mind Krieger, then Wiretap, then Widow and Quickfoot, then Foxtrot who it took more effort and then the cadet which was considerably even more of an effort. In the Force he boosted their morale by pouring reassurance into the link. The intent to boost stamina, prowess and confidence in his team, he did this by pouring his will and determination into them. He reminded them in not so many words but by feelings and impulses that they were the best, the best of the best. That their enemy was nothing compared to them.

The thought came to the Sith Lord, while he could boost his people, could he do the opposite to their enemy? While focusing on his team he stretched out to their opponents the mercenaries were determined, and fierce, in a word, professional operatives. Could he take the fight out of them? To make them be less cohesive. His awareness brushed against their minds, they were driven by greed and the will to survive. Through the Force he projected doubt into their minds, the idea that they had bitten off more than they can chew, that they were trained soldiers and they were the elite and that while it appeared they have the upper hand he projected that they were just being toyed with. With that doubt he projected into the mercenaries the desire to run, to retreat with the intent of them losing their will to fight, as well as fear. He poured intense fear into their minds; fear that festered into terror. He was not sure how long he could maintain this as it was taking a toll on him, fatigue began to set in, as he continued to try to maintain the focus he needed. If he let it go now, they might lose and could face a total loss. This realization was enough to cause a lapse in focus, and he could feel the connection he had made to begin to falter, he wanted to curse. His anger renewed. Anger at his ineptitude for letting himself be distracted. He poured it in to the Force, and was barely able to regain his focus. As He renewed his concentration and focused deeper channeling his thoughts to the battle that was not far away he felt the connection that had been fading, strengthened he was once again bolstering the morale, stamina and effectiveness of his people while demoralizing his enemies.
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Pause App 1131 words

Elsewhere…..
The fight continued on but one thing Wiretap noticed was that the mercenaries were getting sloppy in their shots and maneuvers whereas the Dawn Patrol were tightening their maneuvers and taking better shots, it was as if it was one cohesive unit. Wiretap He saw two more mercenaries drop thanks to Widow and Krieger. It seemed almost as if the tide was slowly turning for the Dawn Patrol.

Resume App

More and more he poured cowardice, insecurity, fear, suspicion of each other into the minds of the mercenaries, he definitely could not hold out on this much longer as it was taking a toll on him, he was finding it increasingly difficult to maintain the focus and concentration needed to keep this going and once again was beginning to feel the connection fade. Try as he might he could no longer maintain the link and abruptly cut the link off. He hoped it was enough for his people.

Warvanus found himself breathing hard, sweating even. He was utterly drained. He did not realize just how much energy he had been channeling and the level of focus and concentration was at a level that he had done in the past but he felt himself spread thin. He wouldn’t know for a while if he was truly successful or not. With practice he would get better at it, this ability alone was no small feat and now truly understood why it had been a rarity back in the Old Republic. Like everything else he would need to practice and practice he will. He wondered if Nomi, and Bastilla had spent this much effort on their first try. Something he would ponder on at a later time.

End App
214/900

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Posted: **Sun Sep 02, 2018 9:59 pm**

You could try to be a better guy,
But Angel, Devil,
"It's both him and I," 'Tver' snickered as a barrel roll plunged him into a skirt of foliage. The Snow had cascaded him into an avalanche of numbness that shut down his ability to feel anything but frosty ice in his veins. If adrenaline flooded him, it's course was unnoticed. Completely oblivious to the fact of his body fighting the drug to keep him alive, he loved the lack of carefullness. All he knew was the rush of that winter that kept his body on it's icy slope. He didn't need anything else in the world, but the ability to keep her as far out of his head as possible. But if these fugly merclies called themselves trying to kill him before he found her, then they were severely screwed.

It showed in the blur of motion he had of snapping those Westars out of his holsters with more ease than a professional murderer. "Not tonight, not closing the curtains," he called down both barrels of the pistols, dark sapphire plasma targeting two mercs in the domes on his 'lucky shot'. Retracting himself into the shadow of the baby bushes and twisting behind the trunk of a tree, he held the pistols up and at the ready, steady hands not even feeling the triggers before he snaked another pair of mercs in various parts in their chests. But as he twisted back around, he was met face to face with a wave of the mercs, all cloaked and uncloaking to show him he himself was surrounded. Another uncloaked just before him, some tall individual in invisi-armor. It looked trooper, but a bit more, well, important. And they didn't exactly have to say anything, but a vocalizer instructed him to drop his weapons. He couldn't exactly tell whether it was the Snow or something else entirely, but he suddenly felt the urge to punch through the helmet of this important-whoever-the-hell, and introduce his fist to their teeth. A grin was what lay on his lips, but 'Tver' knew when he spoke there was nothing friendly behind it.

"Look, we can sit in a nice jaccuzi and talk this one out, homes."

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