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::Gray:: " Yes lord Drako. YOU HEARD HIM! Green move your forces to the back and start a hail of fire on that wall. Blue you and your forces to the wall. Red i want your forces to cover our flanks. "

:: Green, Blue, Red:: " Yes Commander."

Mordranna smiled wryly. "Yeah, more fun than a barrel of monkeys,"
"Anyway, right flank for me," Taking the vibrosword, she marched off to the right flank, to meet with the Imperial remnant forces there. Still, being of Imperial training, she had a rough idea of what to expect.

I wonder how the others are faring with those relics from the Clone Wars, Mordranna mused. She also saw fit to tap into the Force, increasing her speed. At once, she remembered the familiar white armored uniforms - she once had a custom blue one like it.

She saw a dying Wookie laying less than a few feet from her. With it's dying breath, the wookie explained in a weak series of hoots, groans and growls.
*take this* the Wookie told her in it's tongue, handing her a pair of grenades.
"I understand, friend," she softly told the Wookie, before he breathed his last. She allowed herself a moment to let her anger leave her. Anger leads to suffering, Still, of all the things she remembered from those days, the one thing that she clearly disapproved of was the standard Imperial treatment of Wookies. Rest in peace, friend, she mused, sliding her hand over it's face, to close it's unseeing eyes.

And then, she saw her target of opportunity. A very young stormtrooper, just about her size, and, if the young trooper's posture was any indication, he, or she, was clearly a rookie. I don't need the whole outfit. The belt will do. And maybe the blaster, Sure, the man - now that she got of the helmet - was certainly well trained. But then, he clearly didn't have the speed, and experience was also on Mordranna's side. On second thought, might as well make use of this,

Tucking away her robes and lightsaber in a pack, and leaving on her tunic, pants and boots, she slipped into the familiar armor. Phew! I see this guy hasn't bathed in a few days! she groaned inwardly, putting on the helmet. Carrying the pack over one shoulder, she carefully walked alongside an AT-ST, awaiting her chance. In the interim, she also overpowered a captain, and confiscated his shoulder pauldron.

She tapped on one side of her helmet, to indicate that her comlink was malfunctioning. She then motioned for the others to search an area to the left, which would safely have them out of sight. No sooner than they were all gone, save for the walker, which she motioned to stay, she climbed up it's leg, and somersaulted on top of it's head, opening the top hatch. The pilots were certainly surprised, but even more so when she fired a pair of stun blasts into the men. With an effort, she dragged the men out of the walker, and dumped them unceremoniously on the ground. They'll be sore when they wake up, she mused with wry amusement, hoping that their drops wouldn't be fatal. Taking a moment to look over the controls, they were just as she remembered, having taken a course on basic AT-ST piloting, as per training. Just like a child's training speeder bike, she laughed, taking her confiscated walker out, blasting away at another one in her path.

Angel looked around from her position on top of the wall to find the Jedi, but couldn't find any other than the Jedi she decided to let Drako handle. Looking over the battlefield, she noticed some odd behavior in the ranks of the remnant troops and suddenly felt a hint of the Force from that direction. She jumped off the wall and charged toward a rogue AT-ST. She felt the Force coming from within it, and immediately realized there was a Jedi inside piloting it. She jumped on top using the Force and prepared to force the hatch open, and yelled, " I know you're in there, Jedi! "

Mordranna blanched at the feeling just above her, right on the hatch. To be sure, the feeling was indeed the Force, but this particular version was corrupt, tainted. Swiftly recalling her earliest, faint memories of Vader, she made the connection. "A Sith Lord ... and she means business."
She knew that aiming the guns upwards wouldn't work. And, she doubted that a Sith Lord would be thrown off a moving walker.
Remember Master Wulf's training - predict your opponent's moves!
Tapping into the Force for speed, the hatch literally flew open, the butt of the lightsaber's hilt catching the sith squarely in the gut. Of course, she knew that such would have minimal effect on the sith, if any. Gotta try to knock her off balance ... get some breathing room,

(( I assume that Angel is standing in a position as such to possibly be caught unawares by this? And, are these vibroswords made with cortosis? ))

You are Sith. What need have you of this Holocron? thrummed the voice of Theran,

"Power through passion.
Peace, through war.
Strength, through dedication.
Life, through the Dark Side." recited Imperius.

What code is this?

"The Code of the Sith." he hissed.

This code is False! You are not Sith!

"I am Sith. No other being could find the holocron of Theran, the traitor. The code is my own, the code of the New Sith Order."

Very well. I am at your service, Sith Lord.

He was in the dingy hold of a super freighter, sitting on a crate of datapads. his ship, folded for storage, sat straped down a short distance away.
He rubbed his head and groaned. "gotta lay off the jet juice. had that dream again..."
Cale had bartered passage on a freighter convoy headed out on a run. they were delivering tech parts to the worlds of Dosh and Kashyyk, then would gather up products like medicine and foodstuffs and move on to the next world. then they would repeat the process on another world, then another and another. Eventually the outlaw would jump ship at one of those ports and continue on his way, but not until he was sure he had cleared the mid rim.
During his "fundraiser" stint at the Gunshop, he discovered the tag the mandalorians had planted on him. though he had removed it, he wanted to be sure they weren't still on his trail. and when you have your own ship, usually you don't hitch a ride on a worse one.
"Bucket heads." he muttered as he took a pull on his flask of jet juice, ignoring his own words. "A month or so of planet hopping and the Vrelts will forget all about me. then back to the big money jobs. Gambling, smuggling, hell, maybe even raid a few ships. no more Bounty hunting for a while though. best to lay low in those circles." he capped his flask and put it back in his inside pocket. he frowned as his hand touched a data disk in his pocket. he pulled it out and looked at it. "huh. Probably won't need Kef's Uber virus anytime soon. not since Tin pants is no longer my problem." he slid the disk to a different hidden pocket and leaned against the crate he had propped himself against before. he looked to the Phoenix and smiled."Yeah, I know the accomodations suck now, but in a few months, it'll be nothing but the best hangars money can buy. Just be patient."

"I seek the remains of the expedition."

Made by whom? hummed the holocron, the ghostly masked figure of Theran still present.

"You know who! The one you betrayed! The one who set out to find the true Sith. The one called...Revan."

Imperius throbbed with anger, for the ghoslty image of the man he was talking to, was the one who had betrayed the Sith.

(( Sorry I told him to. I did want the story to hold on my part. Dumb Prime huh.....Ill get you Junta. evil ))

Drako stood watching the battle. He saw thew jedi. He just stood there as the AT- STs went down.

" Hrmm..."

Drako threw off his cloak. He opened his four arms and on his right holding his heavy blaster. On his left holding his Lightning blue saber and his Mandalorian heavy blast.

On Drakos back his vents burst out air. Drako took aim at any thing in his way. He blasted several Wookies that tryed to charge him. One he blasted in the face. The other he blew out its knees and shot it in the chest.

" JEDI!!!! "

Drako locked his legs into the ground with his talons and started blasting.

Jump you fool....COME ON!