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Ghoul's FOB Day 2 18:00

Phantom inwardly smiled at the Miraluka's response the questioning response and the passionate opinion on the CIS droids, it had been a while since he had met a shadow who hadn't met anything worse than what the droids would do. However after she raised her head and spoke again his mood dropped back down, it was not good for a shadow to be so self disparaging it could only lead to death just as overconfidence. "I am Phantom" he leaned back against the wall of the container, his voice cooling slightly from it's previously reassuring tone "and you are no longer just a knight, if you are here then you are a shadow so none should doubt you" He slung the rifle off his back and began to check it over for dust or anything else that might degrade it's performance.

His force presence was like a constrained mist waiting to be let out and cloud all around him.

 

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Chors

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Night passed and day arrived, and Chors couldn't help but turn his mind from his current situation. He found it difficult to break himself from the cover he had been swimming through before this mission. He was constantly looking behind himself, hands twitching toward his weaponry at every clank. Perhaps it was a good thing; indeed, his deep cover had separated him from any real contact. Being found by his superiors had only been accomplished through a physical meeting. While there had been no real danger by the time he left, Chors had been shaken by the trail of violence that pirate had left in his wake.

That mission was over; until further notice, he was stuck here on Ryloth. The air was too dry, and everything seemed hazy. The wastlands that surrounded the base were a far cry from the oceanic horizons of his home planet. Chors found his skin protesting angrily to the climate, but it wasn't anything he couldn't handle. He was a Shadow. He had been through everything and seen it all in the seven years of this position, which had seemed to fly by in an instant.

Under Ghoul's skeptic commands, Chors and Phantom ascended to the surface, where the three proceeded to clean up for their hopefully incoming visitors. The battle itself didn't take long, as the three Shadows made quick work of the unsuspecting droids. Chors was happy to have a chance to make use of his built-up stamina, and he belted his Jedi saber in favor of his Ryyk blade, which had been strapped across his back. It sliced through mechanical parts with a satisfying screech and sent sparks flying like rain.

Chors painted a slightly wild picture, with his head-tails flying as he spun, aiding in his balance and sensitivity to his surroundings. He was panting as they came to a close; perhaps he oughtn't have spent his energy in such a spastic way. His eyes swept across the quiet horizon, spotting twin trails of dust kicked up by some vehicles. Seeing as Ghoul hadn't reacted negatively toward them, Chors assumed they were signs of the other Shadows' arrival.

Chors was correct. Two Jedi, a male human and a female miraluka stepped from their speeders and were greeted by Ghoul, who was his usual sarcastic self, wasting no time in pointing out their next move. Chors wasn't exactly pleased with the notion of traveling via storage crate, but Ghoul was in charge here. If that beast of a Jedi wanted to squeeze in with the rest of them, that was his problem.

Taking his curved blade and strapping it once more to his back, Chors made his way to the storage crate, noting that Phantom and the miraluka had already found their way inside. He nodded slightly to the female before sitting cross-legged inside, eyes closing as he dove into a cooling meditation. His chest rose and fell in controlled breath, and the burning sensation the dry air left on his skin seemed to fall back briefly. But only briefly; he had never been the best at a healing meditation.
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Night passed and day arrived, and Chors couldn't help but turn his mind from his current situation. He found it difficult to break himself from the cover he had been swimming through before this mission. He was constantly looking behind himself, hands twitching toward his weaponry at every clank. Perhaps it was a good thing; indeed, his deep cover had separated him from any real contact. Being found by his superiors had only been accomplished through a physical meeting. While there had been no real danger by the time he left, Chors had been shaken by the trail of violence that pirate had left in his wake.

That mission was over; until further notice, he was stuck here on Ryloth. The air was too dry, and everything seemed hazy. The wastlands that surrounded the base were a far cry from the oceanic horizons of his home planet. Chors found his skin protesting angrily to the climate, but it wasn't anything he couldn't handle. He was a Shadow. He had been through everything and seen it all in the seven years of this position, which had seemed to fly by in an instant.

Under Ghoul's skeptic commands, Chors and Phantom ascended to the surface, where the three proceeded to clean up for their hopefully incoming visitors. The battle itself didn't take long, as the three Shadows made quick work of the unsuspecting droids. Chors was happy to have a chance to make use of his built-up stamina, and he belted his Jedi saber in favor of his Ryyk blade, which had been strapped across his back. It sliced through mechanical parts with a satisfying screech and sent sparks flying like rain.

Chors painted a slightly wild picture, with his head-tails flying as he spun, aiding in his balance and sensitivity to his surroundings. He was panting as they came to a close; perhaps he oughtn't have spent his energy in such a spastic way. His eyes swept across the quiet horizon, spotting twin trails of dust kicked up by some vehicles. Seeing as Ghoul hadn't reacted negatively toward them, Chors assumed they were signs of the other Shadows' arrival.

Chors was correct. Two Jedi, a male human and a female miraluka stepped from their speeders and were greeted by Ghoul, who was his usual sarcastic self, wasting no time in pointing out their next move. Chors wasn't exactly pleased with the notion of traveling via storage crate, but Ghoul was in charge here. If that beast of a Jedi wanted to squeeze in with the rest of them, that was his problem.

Taking his curved blade and strapping it once more to his back, Chors made his way to the storage crate, noting that Phantom and the miraluka had already found their way inside. He nodded slightly to the female before sitting cross-legged inside, eyes closing as he dove into a cooling meditation. His chest rose and fell in controlled breath, and the burning sensation the dry air left on his skin seemed to fall back briefly. But only briefly; he had never been the best at a healing meditation.

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[Proletariat]

Ghoul's FOB/Brightlands desert

Ghoul's unblinking mechanical eyes watched as his motley band of jedi piled into a 10x4x7 rusty old storage crate. The paint and logos had long worn off, it wasn't pretty, but it was all they had to transport everyone. Up to that point, Ghoul was not enthusiastic about his team. Based on their seemingly random sets of abilities, personalities, and extremely rough entrance to the mission, Ghoul easily surmised that this strategy was not well planned at all. The Council saw a planet sized fire and decided to douse it with the bodies of Jedi Shadows. Ghoul was constantly wary of a Shadow purge from the Council. He had seen it before. He had no real evidence that the Council periodically killed off its Shadows for security, but he knew in his heart that too many coincidences had led to too many dead Shadows in the past. The Shadow felt strongly that this was one such purge. The only other Shadow worth purging here was the half-wolf though... so he deduced that it must have been designed to kill of Ghoul, the others were expendable collateral damage.

Ghoul felt disgust as he saw the Miraluka's reaction to his harshness. She was a whimperer. He had no tolerance for whimpering. The Utapauan decided to let it slide this time, but if she ever cowered like that again, he was going to tell her off. They were supposed to be seasoned Shadows, not children apprentices. He wouldn't be the one to coddle, he'd seen too much. He knew that it could always be worse. The only thing that required his immediate response was the human. Smuggler cant was for undercover work, not for use among Jedi. It was annoying and he did not feel like translating for those with less exposure to the underbelly of the galaxy. Before Reaver could make it into the crate with his fellow Jedi Ghoul looked at him and said, "You there, Reaver, we aren't smugglers, so cut that Smuggler's Cant shit out. None of us are undercover here. We hit and we hide, we don't blend in." With that little nugget of wisdom dispensed, Ghoul closed the doors to the crate shut and pulled down the lever that mechanically locked the doors in place. It was pitch dark inside the crate. It was entirely empty except for some dust and a small speaker in the top corner of the far end of the crate.

Ghoul walked around the crate and hopped up into the hovering skiff, which caused it to drop momentarily due to the shock. The Shadow placed his gloved hand on top of R2's domed "head."
"Alright R2, get us moving across the sand. We got no time and a to-do list the size of a Rancour's dick."
R2 Bweeop Wooped in response and the skiff started moving slowly away from the smoldering outpost. They continued moving slowly as R2 maneuvered the skiff and its cargo down around the plateau to the flat desert below. Ghoul stared out at the vast expanse of baked wasteland ahead of him. It looked foreboding to saw the least. He had a vague idea of where they were going. "Give this thing some juice R2." Ghoul said.

R2 steadily increased the acceleration on the skiff until it was blazing a trail in the sand at a much faster rate than the built in engine governors would allow. The ride felt relatively smooth due to the skiff being a hover vehicle and the crate being on a hover trailer, but any time there was an incline or a decline, the passengers behind felt gravity working against them. Ghoul raised a small device that looked like a walkie-talkie to his mask. "Alright saps, pay attention." He spoke into the device and his voice crackled to life over the speaker in the cargo container. The filtered voice playing through the outdated speaker made him sound even more mechanical and distorted.

"We've got one clown late for the rodeo, but she's safe and sound in the Separatist stronghold of Nabat, much too far away for us to go and pick her up. For now, we're leaving her there. Hope she stays safe, if not, not our problem.... What is our problem is that the Separatists undoubtedly know we are here and will be actively searching for us. The good news, however, is that Watt Tambor is an absolutely incompetent tactician, so he has left the defense of the planet in the hands of multiple tactical droids. From what I have seen, these droids are utterly predictable and even compete with one another. The tac droid responsible for this sector has not told the other tac droids about our presence here, according to what I've seen... However, if we sit out here playing with ourselves and scraping clankers all day, it's going to call for backup. The solution: Kill the tac droid before it tells the other tac droids that we're in this sector." Ghoul took a moment to breath in some filtered air and drink some water fed through his mask from pouches hidden beneath his long coat. "Now, there is a microphone hooked up to that speaker, so before you annoy me with your questions know this. It will be hours before we get there. No I do not have any water for you. No I do not have a plan for how to kill the droid, I don't even know what sort of facility he is posted up in. Hell, I haven't had a plan since I set my feet on this forsaken rock. So just sit tight back there and get ready for action. P.S. if you irritate me I will silence your microphone, so think carefully before you speak. Ghoul out." The speaker clicked, and the group's beloved leader could no longer be heard.

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[Grim Wraithe Stjerna]

Ghoul's FOB / Brightlands desert

Reaver had moved towards the container, on the pretense of looking it over to see how much rom it really had. He looked over his shoulder to the very towering masked figure of Ghoul, noting the obscuring mask with synthesized voice. 'Right, cause hiding behind a masking unit is a great way to build trust.' "Roger. I guess your the boss on this." His right hand grasped the top of the box and right foot resting on the edge as the other Shadows climbed in ahead of him, quickly filling up the space. There was something about the Utapauan that did not sit well with the human Shadow, the SpecOps he had been working with would have called it a gut instinct and to trust it. But he shook his head and clambered in after the others, finding himself sitting next to Argent as the metal door thudded closed and locked behind him. He had caught the tail end of the conversation between Phantom and her. "Auntie I see you are making a good first impression on our fellow operatives." In the dark he was grinning a bit, knowing she would be a bit irritated at the use of the term, but it was that or let her mope.

In the dark Reaver kept his head against the wall of the box as they traveled, doing his best to rest and conserve energy for the unknown when their overseer deigned to inform them of the task at hand. Without touching the speaker or anything Reaver addressed the rest of the box. "Well isn't he a charmer. We're on one the most unforgiving sun baked planets and he did not think to provide water or rations for his subordinates?" Even though no one would see it, he made a questioning face and raised an eyebrow. "Nor is there a plan on how to deal with the primary threat to us." He slapped his knee and grinned. "I see no flaws with this plan and am looking forward to blowing something up." To most the sarcasm in his voice would be apparent, as would the tinge of actual excitement.

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Ghoul’s FOB / Brightlands Desert

Argent nodded once when Phantom shared his own code name , hoping that meant he was very skilled in stealth or infiltrations. Of course she knew some of the code names the Shadows used could possibly be inaccurate , but as it was the Council itself giving them she wholly doubted they could be incorrect enough to entirely mislabel any of the Shadows she could possibly find herself working with. She found his Force presence rather interesting as well , almost barely contained and yet still within the Light. A rather confused expression crossed her scarred features as he pointed out her Shadow station , unsure of just what he was trying to tell her. While she was indeed a Shadow her actual class , her official rank was that of a Knight , which she doubted was equal to Phantom’s. ‘He can’t think that Jedi Shadow is also a Rank can he? The Council informed me that Knight is my rank , Shadow is my class.’ She was more confused by him stating her ability shouldn’t be doubted , but as it was her own leader doubting her she chose to ignore that. If she deserved to be called a Shadow and be undoubtedly skilled she’d demonstrate it during the course of this mission.

The Miraluka had only just opened her mouth to softly correct him when their other two compatriots finally joined them. Therefore she very quickly shut it and gave a respectful nod to the Nautolan , and a rather indignant look to Reaver. Once again his use of the slang she had a rather high degree of distaste for greatly irritated her , although at least it was only the bizarre form of address and not rendering the rest of his words unintelligible to her. Once again , she opened her mouth to speak , likely to mildly lecture him in addition to responding to the actual question , before their leader’s highly distorted voice crackled to life over comlinks apparently built into the container.

The Jedi Master’s very harsh and informal way of speaking made her rather uncomfortable despite herself , and while she wouldn’t lecture him over it - as he was directly in charge of her - Reaver May notice that that alone bothered her as much , or perhaps more , than his use of the bizarre slang he insisted on using. A few quick repitions of the Jedi Code quickly assuaged any issues she may have had , however , along with a mental reminder that her Masters were allowed more freedom to stray than regular Knights or Shadows were. Once she moved past that she found his lack of any semblance of a plan somewhat concerning , but given how often plans she , Jedi Generals , or even the Council themselves made prior to a battle often went awry it wasn’t the worst thing she could’ve imagined. She wished he would’ve said more about the sixth member of their team , another woman apparently , but quickly shunted such a desire away as it was not within her rights to desire anything more of her Handlers or the Council than that which they explicitly gave to her.

Oddly enough , the lack of any water or rations didn’t seem to even register with the Shadow. She’d been without any form of hydration or sustenance for days before , she could certainly manage that now , or else she didn’t deserve to call herself a Shadow. After he was finally done speaking she tried to think of ways she could provide useful information or suggestions that weren’t things Ghoul would already be well aware of , only for Reaver to start speaking before her. “If the Force would have wished us to have rations or water , as you desire , Master Ghoul would have provided them to us. If we are deserving of the title of Jedi Shadows we should all be more than able to go without such needs for a handful of days at the least , Reaver , you should know that. The people of Ryloth have already suffered far worse than we shall simply being deprived of such desires for even several days.”

In truth Argent found her comrade’s seeming praise of a plan that was made very clear to not exist very strange , but didn’t draw attention to that. At this rate it was extremely likely she seas simply focusing on her mission , or trying to acclimate to the rather odd temperments of both her new Handler and her fellow Shadows , neither of which were quite anything she had expected. At last she spoke into the microphone , trying to lessen her distinctive accent. “Master Ghoul , if we are looking for a T-series’ Base we should concentrate on finding large fortified structures in the area first. Typically T-Series prefer to find large , Base-like structures and convert them to their own needs on conquered worlds , patrolled by hundreds of their vile machines. If needed we can potentially track the movements of small patrols of those mechanical abominations , as it is very likely they would lead us back to whatever sort of base this T-Series unit may have made for itself.” She paused , before thinking of something else. “I have also observed , however , that some T-Series units prefer to remain inside an AAT-1 vehicle or other such fortified vehicles and survey large portions of their conquested lands that way , surveying the dark and evil exploits of those under their command all throughout their ill-gotten holds. If so finding and destroying this servant of the Dark Side may prove more difficult than if it had taken one of the native structures to perform as the fortress from which it performs the dark , evil deeds of it’s masters. Perhaps we should each split into teams of 2 , or perhaps simply each of us search this area alone and contact the remainder of this team if we should discover something of importance?”

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[Epiphany]

Slums of Nabat

This close to the little Twi'lek, the Chiss Jedi sensed the sudden surge in hostility but not soon enough to save her from the girl's bite. Rubbing the afflicted skin with a faint grimace, Sasha yielded ground to the little girl and her seized rock. The girl's hate was strong and Sasha let the child's emotion wash over her as she sank deep within the silent serenity of the Force. When the rock left the Twi'lek's hand, it seemed to be simplicity itself to simply lift a hand and gesture with two fingers.

The rock stopped in mid-air, frozen, suspended a foot from her face.

"It's the Separatists I'm here to trick, numa. I have my own mission on this world but I've time enough to help you, if you'll let me-"

At that, Sasha froze and glanced out the window. She listened. Then the crimson-eyed Chiss looked intently at the Twi'lek. "Speaking of clankers, they're coming. We need to hide you. Do you have a hiding place here? If not, we need to run, now, while we can, before they come down this street. We're boxed in here otherwise."

"Help me help you, numa," Sasha said, finally releasing the Force and letting the rock fall into the palm of one hand. The other hand she extended, the palm also up, the offering to take it unmistakable.

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Chors

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It was like a road trip. Only, the driver was like that estranged uncle no one seemed to want to be near, and the fellow passengers were a bunch of teens used to getting their own way. Chors didn't find the jolting movements of the storage crate particularly soothing, and that accompanied with the rasping voice of Ghoul overhead made the whole thing a big headache. But this really wasn't the worst he had ever had it; he could recall once in his Padawan years when he and his master were forced to bunker in an abandoned mine for days, trapped by an avalanche of rocks and a myriad of blind, pale beasties that were just out of their lightsabers' glow. That hadn't been pleasant. In fact that, the more Chors thought about it, the more he was grateful for his current situation.

Argent... It was a name that seemed to harmonize with strict behavior and nerves of steel. The miraluka certainly was a far cry from the rough and often grey behavior of her fellow shadows, and it caused Chors to wonder why the Council shifted her to that rank. Her speech was calculated and precise, reflecting her thoughts like a still pool. It was very clear that Argent knew what she was doing, and yet Chors wondered what would come in situations she had never prepared for. Did she have scenarios planned out, so that she knew what she would do, or would her blinding trust in the Force cause her to crumble when it came to feelings of the soul? It wasn't that trust in the Force was bad; on the contrary, the bond between a Jedi and the Force was what allowed them to move as one. And yet, sometimes one needed to listen to their own mind, rather than to lean on something that was beyond them.

But Argent was correct in her analysis. Splitting up would draw less attention - besides, how did Ghoul plan on getting anywhere with a very conspicuous storage crate in tow? Chors nodded his agreement, but something was still nagging at him. It was one thing to take out a TAC Droid, but it was anothing matter entirely to do it without alerting his pals. He fully understood the dangers of this mission and the particular delicateness it carried due to who they were. If they were to be captured, there would be no one sent after them. They were out for themselves, and no one else was. That was the life of a Shadow; Chors didn't consider it strange at all, but he was concerned about the safety of this ragtag group.

"Taking out this Droid is our first priority - that much we can agree on - but we cannot simply rid of it and expect nothing to come from it." Chors cleared his throat with a dry cough, head twisting slightly before turning back to the microphone. "We must set some kind of decoy in place to prevent a discovery of our sabotage."
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It was like a road trip. Only, the driver was like that estranged uncle no one seemed to want to be near, and the fellow passengers were a bunch of teens used to getting their own way. Chors didn't find the jolting movements of the storage crate particularly soothing, and that accompanied with the rasping voice of Ghoul overhead made the whole thing a big headache. But this really wasn't the worst he had ever had it; he could recall once in his Padawan years when he and his master were forced to bunker in an abandoned mine for days, trapped by an avalanche of rocks and a myriad of blind, pale beasties that were just out of their lightsabers' glow. That hadn't been pleasant. In fact that, the more Chors thought about it, the more he was grateful for his current situation.

Argent... It was a name that seemed to harmonize with strict behavior and nerves of steel. The miraluka certainly was a far cry from the rough and often grey behavior of her fellow shadows, and it caused Chors to wonder why the Council shifted her to that rank. Her speech was calculated and precise, reflecting her thoughts like a still pool. It was very clear that Argent knew what she was doing, and yet Chors wondered what would come in situations she had never prepared for. Did she have scenarios planned out, so that she knew what she would do, or would her blinding trust in the Force cause her to crumble when it came to feelings of the soul? It wasn't that trust in the Force was bad; on the contrary, the bond between a Jedi and the Force was what allowed them to move as one. And yet, sometimes one needed to listen to their own mind, rather than to lean on something that was beyond them.

But Argent was correct in her analysis. Splitting up would draw less attention - besides, how did Ghoul plan on getting anywhere with a very conspicuous storage crate in tow? Chors nodded his agreement, but something was still nagging at him. It was one thing to take out a TAC Droid, but it was anothing matter entirely to do it without alerting his pals. He fully understood the dangers of this mission and the particular delicateness it carried due to who they were. If they were to be captured, there would be no one sent after them. They were out for themselves, and no one else was. That was the life of a Shadow; Chors didn't consider it strange at all, but he was concerned about the safety of this ragtag group.

"Taking out this Droid is our first priority - that much we can agree on - but we cannot simply rid of it and expect nothing to come from it." Chors cleared his throat with a dry cough, head twisting slightly before turning back to the microphone. "We must set some kind of decoy in place to prevent a discovery of our sabotage."

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[Scavenger]

Brightlands Desert/ Shipping Container

Phantom frowned as he heard their esteemed leaders speech, this was not a good place to be in and the death of a tactical droid would attract far more attention than talk of a couple of insurgents. Also Ghoul's talk about not caring for their final shadow was disconcerting, while phantom agreed that they should get down to things quickly it is very unlikely that the droids would have to much of an idea of them so planning and trying to meet up should have come higher on the priority list and while the final shadow was surely capable not getting into contact risks their plans acting against each other.

He did smile however at the smuggler's comments, he was glad that he wasn't the only other person who could see problems with this plan and the smugglers eagerness to blow something up was certainly a more unique character trait.

Argent's reciting of the code was especially unusual but he supposed that it may be trying to keep her from straying to far from the light in the murky waters that shadows operate in. Her blind belief in their leader was also disconcerting as so far Phantom remained unimpressed but her line about coping was accurate if not welcomed. The biggest surprise though was when she began rattling off information about T-series droids, A lot of what she said was knew to the phantom, most of his war deployments so far had been deeper in separatist territories and hitting non droid commanders or just generally causing havok. At the mention of a droid being a servant of the dark side Phantom scoffed slightly, while he knew that it was technically true it was only true on that technicality and they should all be glad that there were no true dark side servants on this mission.

Phantom agreed with the Nautolan's point it would be cruicial to pretend like nothing had happened to the commander if they didn't want to alert the other commanders to a problem like in Ghoul's rudimentary plan.

Phantom turned to the speaker "I agree, we will need a way to cover for the death of the commander to not alert the surrounding sectors", turning back to the rest of the passengers he spoke again "So since we're going to have to work together it may be good for us to appraise each other of our skill sets, I am Phantom and I specialise infiltration and information gathering".

 

[Proletariat]

Brightlands desert, Day 2, 19:00 Hours

Ghoul expected to receive some form of feedback from his shadows. Some complaining, some showboating, something slightly insightful, but the barrage that came from Argent made his temples throb. The veteran shadow could tell than she would be nothing but a thorn in his side for the entire mission. Not that he expected to actually survive, but if he did, he silently promised himself to get as far away as possible from Argent. He never met anyone so damned irritating. Fanaticism was a burden, it didn't impress him at all. After the small novel filtered into his ears, Ghoul paused for a moment, not sure what to even say. Maybe she had some good points, but it was nothing new to the shadow, who had been doing undercover work since before Argent was born. Hell, most of the droid specs on file in Republican archives came from Ghoul.. Taking all that into consideration, the shadow leader decided it would be best for everyone if he just let his little gang converse on their own time without him listening in. His headache would certainly feel better without the unholy screeching of Argent clamoring around inside of his skull. For some reason Ghoul felt merciful and decided not to berate Argent, she had plenty coming in the future anyway..

"...Alllright, since nobody has any questions or comments, I'm gonna let you all have a little quiet time back there. It should be a few hours to our destination, so sit back and enjoy the view... no use in trying to talk to me any more, because I'm muting you. You'll hear from me again when we get closer. Ghoul out." The speaker clacked and then there was silence from the shadow leader. The microphone inside of the container muted once Ghoul toggled the control on the other side, so he could not hear anything that the shadows said from then until he unmuted it. The tall jedi slowly turned and walked back over to R2, staring out into the waste. His boots clanked against the metal floor of the skiff. He placed a long-fingered hand atop of R2's dome and sighed. "Shit's getting worse by the second R2, I knew we shoulda ignored Yoda's call.. I had a bad feeling about it from the start... I'll keep my eyes on the scanner, stay sharp."

R2 Bwop WuooOo'd in response, agreeing that a call from Yoda never meant anything good. The pair stood at attention in the blistering sunlight of the brightlands, their skiff speeding towards the horizon into whatever may come.

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Slums of Nabat

This close to the little Twi'lek, the Chiss Jedi sensed the sudden surge in hostility but not soon enough to save her from the girl's bite. Rubbing the afflicted skin with a faint grimace, Sasha yielded ground to the little girl and her seized rock. The girl's hate was strong and Sasha let the child's emotion wash over her as she sank deep within the silent serenity of the Force. When the rock left the Twi'lek's hand, it seemed to be simplicity itself to simply lift a hand and gesture with two fingers.

The rock stopped in mid-air, frozen, suspended a foot from her face.

"It's the Separatists I'm here to trick, numa. I have my own mission on this world but I've time enough to help you, if you'll let me-"

At that, Sasha froze and glanced out the window. She listened. Then the crimson-eyed Chiss looked intently at the Twi'lek. "Speaking of clankers, they're coming. We need to hide you. Do you have a hiding place here? If not, we need to run, now, while we can, before they come down this street. We're boxed in here otherwise."

"Help me help you, numa," Sasha said, finally releasing the Force and letting the rock fall into the palm of one hand. The other hand she extended, the palm also up, the offering to take it unmistakable.

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The Twi'lek girl's eyes went wide as her projectile weapon froze in mid-air. She tilted her head around it to make sure it wasn't an illusion. The rock really floated there! Her large eyes drifted from the rock to Sasha. Something like that could only mean one thing... The girl spoke a word that every being in the galaxy knew in the common tongue... "Jedi!" She gasped. The Twi'lek girl could hardly believe it.. What was a Jedi doing on a totally occupied planet? Her mind began to race with possibilities, as relief also set in. If the woman was a Sith, she would have killed the Twi'lek on sight, so she had to be Jedi! What the Jedi said next really disturbed her.. Clanker patrols coming their way! The girl did not know how the Jedi made it this far, but she knew if the Clankers found her here, they'd blast her for sure... she had to do something.. When Sasha mentioned a hiding place, a light bulb lit up in the Twi'lek girl's head.

Ignoring Sasha's hand, the Twi'lek girl instead pointed a finger at herself and said, "My name is Soola. Don't worry about Clankers Jedi, I know how to deal with them.. you meet me downstairs." Just as she finished speaking, the girl spun around and dashed over to a worn looking children's bookshelf against the wall. In a flash she shoved it out of the way using all her strength, revealing a child-sized hole in the wall. Without saying anything else, Soola disappeared into the hole. Sasha could hear her sliding down some sort of rock tunnel, but where it led to, she could only speculate. In the courtyard of the coul-de-sac, a tumbleweed blew across the road. A patrol of clankers was painfully close now, it would be any second that they came into view, marching methodically from the left side. Just before the droids came into view, Sasha noticed movement near the low wall guarding the neighborhood's entrance. It was a weathered brown stone wall that came across the courtyard parallel to the road. Near the end of the left wall, pink little Soola crouched, with some sort of metal stick in her hand. The wall stood at about 4 feet in height, so a crouching Soola was impossible to see unless someone stared directly down over the other side. A moment after Sasha noticed Soola, two B2 Battle droids came slowly marching into view. She could hear more droids behind them, Sasha knew that if they decided to turn into the courtyard, Soola would be discovered.

 

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Sasha was gratified to see the Twi'lek girl come to the right conclusion about her identity. That relief immediately vanished when Soola, a second after introducing herself, disappeared down a hole even the slim Chiss woman couldn't fit down. If Sasha were the sort to indulge in profanity, this seemed an appropriate occasion!

Instead, the Jedi Shadow sped down to the ground floor herself, moving with reflexive, long-trained silent footfalls and keeping to shadows and natural cover to minimize the risk of being seen should there be a scout she hadn't noticed yet. These kind of droids weren't difficult to deal with but doing so could draw unwanted attention to this part of the city. That and Sasha had spent rather little time in battlefield conditions, to say nothing of practicing Force techniques for handling droids. Her specialty lay in handling people, after all.

Once she reached the courtyard of the cul de sac, her eyes assessed the situation instantly. With Force Speed, she could close the distance in a second and be upon the droids but she still didn't know how many, and if they had a communication line to command, her cover would be instantly exposed. The ideal Jedi would risk it anyway, no doubt. But a Jedi Shadow had to play to the long game. This was Soola's home terrain and the little Twi'lek girl had survived this long. Perhaps the child had a plan? A trap laid?

Sasha crouched low by a window, ready to dive through it and rush the droids...but only if whatever Soola planned to do next didn't work out.

 

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Brightlands Desert , Day 2 , 19:00 Hours

Argent had , admittedly , never thought of the aftermath of her typically destructive hit and run attacks. There were always others , usually Consulars or Military Officers , that would see to the aftermath of any battle she was in. So , of course , it surprised her that two of her fellow Shadows immediately thought of what would happen after they drstroyed the T-Series unit overseeing the sector of Ryloth they were currently in. She supposed she shouldn’t have been , given she hadn’t truly met any other Shadows before - that she knew of - but she ha always assumed they operated similar to herself , instead of in more subtle , calculated ways. It made her feel a little naive that she had thought so incorrectly , but at least that meant they may work more similar to a squad of the Clone Commandos than a team of ARCs did - that is to say , their abilities may compliment each other instead of merely being a multiplication of the same skill set. She hoped that meant they may get along better , too , so she’d try to limit her lectures against Reaver’s irritatingly persistent use of his indecipherable slang - not to mention his overall un-Jedi like behavior. Phantom volunteering his specific set of skills made her think that perhaps the council had assigned them each to this mission with the idea that their skill sets would compliment one another , if perhaps not their personalities. But of course , what did personalities matter to Jedi , much less Jedi Shadows?

The Miraluka was briefly rather confused by Ghoul mentioning that none of them had any information to add , seeing as how herself , the Nautolan , and Phantom all had something to say. She supposed that perhaps it was simply that their information wasn’t of any value to him , and she chided herself for not remembering that her Handlers , Masters , or the Council would always know more than she about most things unless they specifically tasked her with gathering information. During the war that was almost non-existent , as she was much more suited to targeted strikes at specific objectives than any information gathering. She supposed she should primarily volunteer information if he specifically asked her - or she felt it of upmost importance - and the details of any specific objective he had assigned her to complete. She was a little perplexed at the comment of taking in the scenery , seeing as how the box was featureless save for the three Shadows in it with her , and their dimmed blue forms. Perhaps it was directed to the others , seeing as how she was blind and could never perceive more than the Force presences of any people or objects around her. In fact , she relied more on her other senses than what little her force sight provided.

Feeling a little unsure what to do - social interaction was very apparently not something she was trained in , either - she chose to respond to Phantom’s suggestion of telling each other their own abilities. “I am Argent , and I’m skilled with Guerilla warfare tactics and the location of weak points in enemy formations and defenses. The Council must have chosen us all for this mission because all of our skills are complimentary , each of us made more effective by the other’s skill so we can destroy those dark , evil Separatists subjugating the people of Ryloth. We should trust in their judgement and the Force , otherwise we’re not Jedi at all , just Dark Jedi who aren’t yet aligned with those vile Separatists. They would not have assigned us to a mission together if they didn’t believe we could complete it , and the Council is never wrong.” If the group of Shadows was indeed some kind of insane road trip , Argent was undoubtedly becoming the judgemental younger sister none of the other passengers wanted to be around.

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They had to introduce themselves? Chors couldn't have been more disappointed. He supposed there was nothing else they could do with their time other than meditate, and it didn't seem like that was going to happen. Not among this bunch, anyway. The nautolan listened as Phantom introduced himself, noting that he was a specialist in infiltration and the like, and again as Reaver showed herself to be (unsurprisingly) specializing in tactics. She was annoying, but it didn't seem like that was on purpose. Her words just seemed to tame for a Shadow's. At least, in Chors's experience, Shadows tended to frisk dangerously on the border of the light side of the Force, which often meant they were rougher around the edges.

Perhaps she was an exception. All Chors could do was assume that she was and move on. But there was a pause in the container, and the nautolan inwardly groaned. If no one was going to speak next, he would have to be the next to do so, if only to save all of them from the awkward silence that would ensue. His hands came to rest on the knees of his crossed legs, and he brushed some microscopic speck from his elbow before speaking up.

"Indeed, the Council would never make a mistake." Was there a grain of sarcasm in his words? Before it could be detected, however, Chors continued.

"I wouldn't worry about that, Argent. My apprehension lies with the fact that while our skills might be complementary, our methods might clash. I could worry over nothing, but that remains to be seen. I have no doubt that we have the potential of carrying out this mission with little trouble.

"You may call me Chors." The nautolan cleared his throat again, clearly finding speech a minor challenge in the forsaken dryness of this planet. "The Council chose some of you for tactics and the like, but my abilities lie in close-quarters combat. So, if you can get me somewhere, I'll do whatever it takes to get the job done."

There was a sort of glimmer in Chors's eyes that might have been visible if it hadn't been for their dark surroundings. Not only did it speak of dangerous skills, but it might have confessed that the Shadow had done less than admirable things in his position.

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They had to introduce themselves? Chors couldn't have been more disappointed. He supposed there was nothing else they could do with their time other than meditate, and it didn't seem like that was going to happen. Not among this bunch, anyway. The nautolan listened as Phantom introduced himself, noting that he was a specialist in infiltration and the like, and again as Reaver showed herself to be (unsurprisingly) specializing in tactics. She was annoying, but it didn't seem like that was on purpose. Her words just seemed to tame for a Shadow's. At least, in Chors's experience, Shadows tended to frisk dangerously on the border of the light side of the Force, which often meant they were rougher around the edges.

Perhaps she was an exception. All Chors could do was assume that she was and move on. But there was a pause in the container, and the nautolan inwardly groaned. If no one was going to speak next, he would have to be the next to do so, if only to save all of them from the awkward silence that would ensue. His hands came to rest on the knees of his crossed legs, and he brushed some microscopic speck from his elbow before speaking up.

"Indeed, the Council would never make a mistake." Was there a grain of sarcasm in his words? Before it could be detected, however, Chors continued.

"I wouldn't worry about that, Argent. My apprehension lies with the fact that while our skills might be complementary, our methods might clash. I could worry over nothing, but that remains to be seen. I have no doubt that we have the potential of carrying out this mission with little trouble.

"You may call me Chors." The nautolan cleared his throat again, clearly finding speech a minor challenge in the forsaken dryness of this planet. "The Council chose some of you for tactics and the like, but my abilities lie in close-quarters combat. So, if you can get me somewhere, I'll do whatever it takes to get the job done."

There was a sort of glimmer in Chors's eyes that might have been visible if it hadn't been for their dark surroundings. Not only did it speak of dangerous skills, but it might have confessed that the Shadow had done less than admirable things in his position.

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Reaver listened to the objective and insightful commentary from his fellow operatives, noting who offered what in order to better serve the mission. A carababba cigarra idly walking through his fingers as the others spoke, if anyone was paying particular attention to the seemingly bored action they would note him glance at it every so often. It was the fact that there was no actual air movement or ventilation that kept him from smoking it.

A dull thud accompanied his head resting on the container wall, with a raised eyebrow as the group shared the vital information about what they did. He smirked a bit as he picked up on the ever so slight sarcasm. "You're right the Grandparents.... I mean the Council are never wrong." The smuggler tipped his head towards the Nautolan. "And if we're worried about playing well with each, we either will and succeed or not and we die. So we really only have the one option, unless you are all intent on dying here?" With a flourish of his fingers, and subtle use of the Force, he flicked the cigarra up and arching to his mouth where it came to rest on the edge between his lips. "I don't. My crew was close to finding a black market ring tied to Sith artifacts, and I'd like to get back to that as soon as I can. So let's sneak in take out the droid, gather intel, and set up a triggered chain reaction to destroy key infrastructure; security, records, coms, power, while making it look like the natives are responsible." The way Chors was held himself and spoke in a matter of fact way lead Reaver to think they could get along nicely, having someone to deal with the close in bits was always a benefit when trying to set charges.

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Argent was ultimately as aware of the Nautolan’s use of sarcasm as she seemed to be of her potentially irksome personality - that is to say , entirely oblivious. She did quite like what he had to say , however , and unlike him she had an unshakable faith that the five Jedi - and their unknown sixth comrade - could set aside any differences in their methodology to complete the mission they’d all be assigned to. After all , was that not what the very Jedi Code was about? Setting aside personal feelings for the greater good was innate to any Jedi , Battle-tested Shadows sich as those around her should find no difficulty in doing so. Of course , this firm belief of hers ignored the fact that even she herself had rarely ever worked alongside other Jedi thus far in her Shadow career , but it wasn’t as if she would’ve considered that fact in the face of what she so fanatically believed in. No , they surely could set aside any personal differences to work with one another , if only because the Council had ordered them to.

The Miraluka woman appreciated Chors’ desire to do whatever it took to complete their task , as she herself would do the very same - and , indeed , had done unsavory things in the ultimate pursuit of the Council’s wishes. Unsurprisingly , if she regretted anything she’d done no sign of it could be perceived in her demeanor or her emotional imprint. Perhaps it was merely because she was too fanatical to the Council and the Jedi Code to think of any deeds she’s done as anything but what must happen , or perhaps she was merely very good at burying what she felt under the lecturing , devoted exterior she maintained. She was nevertheless rather pleased to hear Chors was specialized in personal combat , as it seemed the rest were all infiltration agents or information gatherers. At least she wasn’t the only one who preferred to fight the Droid Armies and their organic masters directly.

That Reaver finally decided to cease the use of his infernal slang came as a pleasant surprise to the Jedi Shadow , for at least now she could understand him. Perhaps he was a proper Jedi after all , or at least he could act as a Jedi ought to. He seemed to have come up with more of a plan than anyone else had thus far , which served to his credit - though she still (perhaps naively) believed Master Ghoul had some sort of plan he hadn’t yet informed them of. If he was their leader he ought to be more prepared than they were , and after all he’d been there much longer than any of the rest of them. In any case , the smuggler-Jedi was rapidly proving that he was more worthy of the honor than she’d first thought.

Though , Argent being the sort of judge mental woman she was , she still found something to rebuke Reaver for in his statement. “This mission is about rescuing the people of Ryloth from their oppression at the hands of these Separatist monsters. If we should have to sacrifice ourselves in pursuit of their freedom , or any of the Council’s wishes , than we should do so without any selfish concern for ourselves. This mission should be our primary concern until every Twi’lek on Ryloth is free under the Republic’s banners once more.” Something in the way she said it seemed to imply she thought of all her missions this way , which in turn implied she was an incredibly - if perhaps excessively - focused individual.

As with just about all the silver-haired Jedi’s various information , she seemed to keep going on over the same ground. It wasn’t dissimilar to some of the droids she swore herself to destroy , in some ways. “That the Council directed us to should be the primary reason we set aside any petty differences we have with one another. We are Jedi Shadows. Something as simple as setting aside our own differences to work with each other in pursuit of a noble goal such as this should be a simple task for every one of us.” The more lecturing portion of her long speeches seemed to be over , if not the remainder. “That is more of a plan than we have currently , Reaver. If those of us specialized in infiltration are to destroy the T-Series unit and gather information we can utilize to sabotage their vile designs on this planet means the remainder of us should provide a distraction of some sort. I would gladly volunteer to do this. A series of targeted Guerilla raids on a number of Droid patrols would quite easily draw their attention , especially if I can make it appear as if the Twi’lek resistance movement was the true culprits. With the Force as my ally , that shouldn’t be too difficult. Chors could assist me , as the more Jedi we have destroying their droid patrols the more it will appear their enemies are more numerous than we truly are. Meanwhile , yourself and Phantom could enter their compound , destroy that vile T-Series unit , and gather all the information you can on how best to sabotage their efforts.” She paused. “Provided , of course , Master Ghoul hasn’t already formulated a better plan than we. I imagine it’s likely he has , as a Master he has to be better than we at any conceivable ability we are skilled in.”


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