Rad'qet looked at the girl and an idea drifted into his head.
Give her the amulet
He reached into a deep fold Inside of his robe and withdrew a yellow gem, that was encased in a deep blue metal.
"This amulet will allow you to concentrate and will act as a superconductor for your force sensitivity. At the distance I should be able to channel my energy to you, as your signal will be amplified." Rad'qet held the amulet out to Her before adding "Anyone within a few hundred kilometers who is trying to detect you will detect you. You should be fine as the moon is uninhabited, but if anything goes wrong you will need to surface as quickly as possible."

Izin watched as her master pulled an item out from his robe. It was an amulet of some sort, she knew that much, but only learned about it once he spoke of its power. Her eyes widened in surprise as she learned of what she could do. It was truly surprising to her, and slowly, she took the amulet. It probably wasn't bet to put it on just yet, so she withheld from doing so. With this amulet in mind, she wondered why he saw going deep into the water could be of any trouble. Rad'qet was a Sith lord, and with the amulet, he should have no need of her abilities. Despite this, she bowed again. "Thank you Master. I'll be sure not to fail you."

Yarrick looked up from the troop reports. He needed to read the inventory of the armory, and then the general state of the outpost. The clone trooper had knocked on his door and stood at attention. The trooper had the markings of a medic on his armor,and the armor itself was spotless.
"You may speak trooper" Yarrick said after he realized the trooper was probably waiting for a formal invitation. Clones made good soldiers, but this one left a little to be desired in the way of personality.

Drazhar entered the simulation room, the Trainer Bot laying against the wall. An obvious, familiar scent had filled the training room recently. Drazhar could smell the ionized scent that a light saber duel would leave. He'd have to talk to the Jedi about this, but for now he'd deal with the quarter master.
After a brief walk through the trooper barracks, Drazhar stopped at the Captains door. A medical trooper stood at the door saluting Yarrick.

"Understood Captain" He dropped his salute and went into parade rest as he went over the squad logs: daily routines, equipment conditions, the death of a trooper on a patrol, all told wih the same monotone voice. He told of his own personal duty as outpost physician and medic, reporting on trooper health(Acceptable) and moral(Acceptable), he made note of a suspected pulmonary disease of which is most likely endemic and no cause for alarm.

"Finally, Unit M-0018 will report a breach in training room regulations and the destruction of a training droid without due cause. Perpetrator has been warned that future misdemeanors will result in immediate reprimands as they were non-military personal, as per regulation. Moving forwards, the squad has their equipment squared away and a prepares to commit resources into reconnaissance. No troopers have experience in mechanics so delegation to satillite construction mission will be mostly security detail to the outpost engineers or other experts. This is the conclusion to M-0018's report."

He ended his tirade when the Imperial Knight entered the room, he was not quite sure how long he was present. Unwarriness is a deadly fault in troopers. Unacceptable. M-0018 cannot repeat this mistake.

"Trooper you are dismissed" Yarrick said, before looking up towards the knight. The clone would be useful in the upcoming days, especially if he is a skilled medic. The Captain stood up and put his Heavy blaster into his hip holster, "Knight Drazhar, unless what you need is urgent, I think we can discuss what you need while looking around the outpost"

"I believe that will be a good idea," Drazhar said. While walking back out of the barracks, Yarrick noticed the data-slate in the large knight's hands. The screen had the Insignia of the Empire, and below that was CLASSIFIED.

"We had 4 pallets worth of gear hit during transit, this place is completely classified and an Entire Cargo ship worth of gear going into uncharted space would no doubt draw pirates, or worse." Drazhar said in a hushed voice. Yarrick watched as the saber on his right hip jostled as the man walked. The outpost was fairly standard as far as imperial forward operating bases go, and Yarrick really didn't have any complaints. He had wondered where Drazhar's partner was, and if the other knight would be as helpful as the giant knight.

The Knight's deep voice snapped him out of his day dream, "This wouldn't be a problem, but one of the pallets had blasters and batteries on it. Now again, that itself isn't the worrisome part, but we had dropped a location device in the shipment, as per imperial standards for weapon shipments, and a task force picked up where the locator was last detected. Joriha is the last trade world between the outpost and the rest of inhabited space. The raided cargo ship was also found deeper in inhabited space, meaning they stopped at Joriha for a reason. We believe someone may be coming to this system, and who ever it is, they aren't coming just to sight see."

Yarrick wondered about whomever was coming, and hoped that the entire situation was a coincidence. For once in his career he thought he might have an easy tour, with a nice view and a comfortable office. The captain shook his head and couldn't help but smile at the naivete of the thought.

Cade jumped on the back of his swoop bike quickly overtaking the apprentice and cutting her off. As they slowed to a stop Cade shook his head at her. "We are to escort the imperial troops not take off into the jungle, and on top of that use your head, we don't know what's on this plant Jade it could kill us. Yes Jedi can I die, I've seen it happen more than my fair share." Cade finished before turning back to the outpost. "We have to wait for the imperials lets head back and see what's going on" He said going back toward the outpost.

Jade sighed as she turned her bike around and followed her master back to the base. "So who do you think came in on that transport?" She asked as she pulled up next to Cade. She didn't really like the Empire at all because they seemed extremely uptight and all about the rules, but come to think about it so was the Jedi Order. It was a strange thing to think about but she would rather be a Jedi than a member of the Empire any day.

Location: Mazitec, Scout group.

The scout group had split up into two separate partys Alpha team made up of the Jedi Mal’Dam, the Jedi padawan Jade, Captain Yarrick, and two Troopers (NPCs). The Omega group having Imperial Knight Vect, Medic M-0018, Trooper Heavy gunner (NPC), and two Trooper one being Daxar. Both groups had been exploring for hours, they have made it quite a ways out and away from the outpost exploring the surroundings in two different directions. Team Alpha (Jedi team) and Team Omega (Imperial Knight Team) are to meet up back at the rondevu point in exactly three hours.







Team Alpha:
Mal’Dam and Jade lead the way through the forest with the troopers behind them, Yarrick ready to command his troops at any second. A few small creatures have been spotted mostly rodents and reptiles as well as a few birds soaring above. The large white stocked mushrooms soar into the sky as tall as trees there huge umbrella like caps are finned if viewed from the ground looking up. A few that have fallen over the years reveal the tops of the caps to be colored some blue some red and even a few purple ones. They mix and blend in with the different breeds of tree that make up the lush wet forest.
The air on Mazitec seemed to be almost too thick with oxygen even though the scanners said it was a perfect atmosphere for human lifeforms. The sweat forming on Trooper Brian "Eagle" Nelsons forehead was quickly evaporated by his built in helmet cooling systems, it was humid at the very least he thought to himself as he marches along with the others preforming his duty. Scouting the area to see what is out here. He stretches his neck and looks up high into the canopy taking in a deep breath and exhaling calmly. Before Trooper Eagle could even finish exhaling he saw it. A large oval looking object, dark brown and slightly ridged in texture. That’s all he had time to take in before it hit the ground right near him.
The insect hive smashed onto the ground instantly killing many of the wasp like creatures that inhabit the nest. The sheer number of “wasps” that emerge from the crushed object is mind boggling. Some must have flew out while it was falling as the insects seem to be everywhere. Near the impact zone the “wasps” form into what looks like a huge flying ball that seems to roll and change shapes like a big flock of birds high in the air. The bugs being very confused try to find any near animal to blame their anger on. The wasps engulf the group, finding their way into cloths and under armor. Each sting delivering a tiny bit of venom that will numb the area, eventually incapacitating the enemy. Meant for smaller creatures but can easily paralyze a large animal by swarming in numbers.


Team Omega:

Heavy gunner Joe Dray Troop number J-0524 holds his Z-6 as he walks between the medic and the troopers. The Imperial knight leading the pack at the front. Joe had gotten used to carrying the heavy Z-6 Rotation Blaster a long time ago, wielding it in many battles in his past and taking many enemy lives with it. He had modified it a bit just to give it some of his own personality. The trigger had been replaced with a hair trigger, it got those barrels moving a lot faster than the stock part. He had also hollowed out one of the plasma conductors just a bit to give it more power without taking away any of the accuracy. Yeah, Joe had really come to trust his “Z” but he wasn’t sure if it would get much use out here. With the wars over and Jedi back to acting only as peace keepers he found himself stationed out in the middle of nowhere on a planet that seemed pretty peaceful for the most part. Joe Had just arrived at the outpost the day before and he was already liking the breezy nature of this job, a man could retire easy like this. Joe taps the medic on the shoulder and says,


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Ghost looks through the scope of her highly powerful and modified T-28 sniper rifle. The assassin had successfully retrieved the holocron item from the dusty moon, it had proven to be a bit more difficult then she had originally thought but found the treasure with relative ease hidden under water. Ghost blends in perfectly with the surrounding forest thanks to her reflecting camo sensors. The assassin adjusts her sights focusing in on a small dark entrance to an unassuming cave that could be easily passed by. The cave entrance is near the top of a tall hill covered in forest. The assassin hops down from the mushroom she had been hiding on and heads towards the cave on the hill.
Ghost nears the entrance when she hears voices in the distance.


The assassin quickly vanishes into the shadows of the forest background, stealth being one of her strongest abilities. She sees a small group of Imperial soldiers being led by an Imperial knight approaching her location.



Ghost sinks further back into the shadows all but disappearing.

Location: A moon within the Mazi sector.




The Sith apprentice lands her personal space craft on the dusty surface of the moon within the Mazi system. The oxygen levels on the moon are unusually high despite being too low to support any type of humanoid lifeforms, a proper life support suit will be necessary to supply oxygen while exploring. The fact that there is liquid water on the surface of the moon is a bit strange but may be that is the reason for the oxygen levels. Heck in another thousand years or two this place could have a full blown atmosphere, less with proper tera-forming.
Izin steps out of her craft and gazes out over the horizon, the uninhabitable planet that the moon revolves around can be seen as a huge sphere in the sky. The dead gray dusty landscape feels stagnant until a strong gust of wind whips dust around in every direction. Izin makes her way towards the eerie foggy lake located in the distance.
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Location: Somewhere in deep space.
Nearest sector: Arkanis sector / Geonosis system

The modified Munificent-class star frigate named “The Shaman” glides through space its captain who is human and called Hatak stands at the command center issuing orders to his loyal crew. The pirate captain holds a personal holo-communicator in his hand, the image of a Trandoshan pirate appears and begins to talk with captain Hatak.



Captain Hatak gets a quick nod from one of his crew re assuring the navigational charts have been recorded before ending the communication. The Captain with a wide smile looks to his navigator and shouts,

Captain Hatak sits back down at the command center as he thinks to himself, ”This time Siliscus, I WILL get what rightfully belongs to me!”

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Location: Aboard Siliscus ship close to the Mazi system

The traitorous Trandoshan crew member abord Siliscus ship drops the communicator he had just used and crushes it under his boot. He can’t risk being caught with it. Just then he feels the ship rumble. He catches his balance on the ships walls right as the intercom relays the message from the bridge.

Yarrick howled as the wasps stung his flesh, there were too many to swat and he started to panic as his muscles began to respond slowly. The wasps buzzing had filled his head and he thought about firing his blaster pistol into his ear to shut them up. His eyes stuck on something, something that he thought might be his only chance. A pool of mud.
Yarrick dropped his blaster and pistol, along with his com device and everything else strapped on him. Once he was free of unnecessary gear he began to roll in the mud like a man possessed. The stinging slowly stopped, but the buzzing remained. Cool mud seeped into the cracks that were once filled with wasps, and Yarrick just stopped and laid there. Yarrick knew the numbness that had stolen his elbows and knees from him would soon turn to pain, but while he was in the mud he didn't care. It felt like for once in his life his problems were over and he had earned a break.
One of the wasps landed on the Captain's helmet. It stung his face mask, leaving a small puddle of toxin. Yarrick's gloved fist enveloped it, and crushed it, the wasp's bodily fluid dripped through his fingers. Already his joints began to scream, and he dropped his arm back to his side.
Maybe I should just die here, Drazhar was right the jungle sure is beautiful... Yarrick thought, before his mind trailed off. He felt his eyelids get heavy, and his breathing slowed. The toxin moving through his body wouldn't kill him, or necessarily paralyze him, but Yarrick would sleep. A deep sleep filled with fever dreams and cold sweats.

Fucking hell... i need to command my men... my com... The captain opened his mouth but no words would come out. His hand slowly raised and reached out, but it felt like someone had turned the planets gravity to x100. Yarrick's eyes rolled back in his skull, and he began to sleep.

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Drazhar had heard something, he knew he had. A quick swivel of the head proved him wrong though, they were alone in the forest. The small creatures had run off, and the birds had stopped chirping. Drazhar raised his massive, scarred hand indicating a stop. The forest was dead silent, which gave the knight proper reason to worry. They were being hunted, probably by a high-end predator.

Eventually the birds began to chirp again, and the rodents and forest creatures returned to life as usual. Drazhar opened the com channel with Yarrick, only to be met with static. Static could only mean the captain was not close to his com device, and Drazhar cursed at the the thought that the man might be dead. The scout squad needed to keep moving though, and so Drazhar began walking, ordering the men to keep up.

M-0018 looked at the trooper. Idle chatter. Woefully Impractical. Regulations dictate silence as not to cover radio transmissions and miss vital information.

"Maintain formation trooper, these forests are perilous and it would be inefficient to treat wounds caused by negligence."

M-0018 marched on, he disliked the lack of order in this new Empire. Infractions like this made troopers careless. Carelessness cause mistakes. Mistakes cause deaths. Acceptable loses were standard, but unnecessary deaths inhibited the chances of success. The Imperial Knight delegated to watching the rear, his attention fixed on his surroundings. His demeanor and professionalism was evident on the patrol. All commendable attributes.

The patrol had been uneventful, thankfully his services were not yet required. Perhaps the squad would return to the outpost at full operating strength.



Battle stations? Battle stations. And here she was thinking this'd be another borrrrrrring flight. That said, she deflated a little when she found it was just asteroids. They just don't have that... Oomph (or screams) she wanted. She manned one of the ship's photon launchers, twin-linked she might add. Quite a beauty really, she built and installed the new harmonic pulse relays, its payloads were much betterererer-CLANG- oh yeah asteroids. The Captain must be having a blast trying to dodge these buggers.

The crew behind her was screaming a bit, or a lot, whatever. There they were panicking, while she was sitting just here blasting space rock that was a bit too friendly with the ship.

She opened comms on her headset, "HEY CAPTAIN! HOW BOUT THIS WEATHER HUH? YOU COULD SAY IT... ROCKS! GEDDIT! HAHAHAHAHA! -oh shit- DON'T WORRY JUST FELL OFF THE CHAIR A BIT"

"I FUCKING HATE ASTEROID FIELDS" Siliscus yelled from the Captain's seat. The Copperhead was getting pounded to shit, and the fucking cannon wasn't firing. If they took too many, the ship would probably sustain a crack, and then they would all die. Siliscus did not like the thought of his guts being ripped from his asshole and being sucked out of his body and into space. That's what he was told would happen if there was a crack in the ship, and he'd never wanted to find out if that was true or not.
"CRUSTY! WHY AREN'T THE ASTEROIDS BEING SHOT OUT" He shouted into the com to the small jawa boy. Suddenly the turret came online, and brilliant beams began to cut into the rocks. The feeling of the ride went from a prison asspounding to a gentle lovemaking session. Siliscus sat back in his chair, he hadn't even realized he'd moved forward in it. The good captain stood up and walked out of the cockpit, striding towards his room. As soon as he got there he pulled out a bottle of Rum and poured himself a drink. While walking back to the cockpit with his glass, he noticed Diratk walking hurriedly somewhere. The Trandoshian was to be in the turret with Crusty, however he was only now moving towards the Turret access door.
"Diratk, I thought I called battle stations." Siliscus said walking towards the man. He finished his drink and put the glass on the ground next to his door, "Don't ignore me, when I give an order you fucking follow it. Now turn around and explain yourself before I really lose my temper"



The Sith had made it to the moon, and Rad'qet watched as his apprentice walked on the soft ground of the moon. Dust was kicked up whenever she walked, and as she neared the water Rad'qet moved towards his meditation room. It would take every ounce of focus and concentration to make this go off flawlessly. Rad'qet knew the twi'lek girl was well attached to the force, but she was nowhere near powerful enough to do this on her own. Swimming wouldn't have been a problem for Rad'qet, nor would keeping his focus enough to protect his body, but it would be a good way to show the girl the powers of the force. A good training exercise too. The cold enveloped Rad'qet as he removed his outer robe and entered his meditation position.
The power of the force soon shot through Rad'qet, and his mind once again focused. In his mind's eye he could see the landscape, and his apprentice walking towards the water.

Jade screamed in pain as she was swarmed with the insects which stung her exposed skin which was most of her body. She instantly regretted her choices to wear short pants underneath her light tunic leaving most of her arms and legs exposed to the insects. She summoned enough strength to jump high into the air away from the swarm that was attacking the group and landed on a large branch overhead as she ripped her cloak off and swatted at the remaining insects that clung to her body.

She felt her muscles tightening up forcing her onto her butt as every part of her body screamed in pain refusing to move anymore. "I think I might just rest her for a little bit while the pain stops." She muttered to herself before laying down on the branch as her eyesight faded into darkness.

Location: Mazitec, 9,000 years before the outpost was built.


The shaman who is decorated with feathers, paint, wooden piercings, and tattoos and wearing a loin cloth made from rope and animal leather dances around the fire and sings ”Hey-ya hey”
Drummers wielding big padded mallets create entrancing tribal beats on their huge animal skin drums. The people of the city crowed around to view the excitement. The towering pyramid that is the center point of the city as well as the location of the ceremony is decorated with red flowing cloths that have been set like a carpet along the steps that lead to the top. At the apex of the monumental golden painted structure is the sacrificial shrine where “lucky” people will be able to give their blood, and life for the gods.
The ritual that is meant to connect the user with the spirit world must be performed exactly right and takes much concentration. The aged shaman holds his staff high up into the air, the white horned animal skull at the top of the staff starts to glow from the eye sockets. The red glow intensifies as the shaman points the staff towards the pyramid, a beam of red light shoots at the apex of the structure striking the throne and the king.
King Tek’tel ti’con looks down over his people from the top of the great pyramid that his forefathers had built. The power flowing through him feels like nothing he had ever felt, like a tornado spinning within him. King Tek’tel ti’con holds up a black leather covered book inlayed with the golden symbol of the Maztecian people, a coiled serpent with an open maw bearing venomous fangs jeweled with turquoise, ruby, emerald and pearl. The magnificent book holding all the dark rituals and knowledge of the Maztecian tribal sith kings. Each king listing there signature “Spell” that was undoubtedly raw Sith magic stemmed straight from the dark side.
Tek’tel ti’con takes a triangular relic from his beaded and feathered side pouch, touching the holo-cron artifact to the center of the book. The snakes ruby eyes on the front cover start to glow as the book is unlocked. The holo-cron is placed back in his side pouch and the book is laid out before him only being opened once every lifetime. King Tek’tel ti’con adds his “spell” to the book of his ancestors with a quill pen made from an extinct dino-bird feather. The book is closed and re sealed ready to be put away for another one hundred years. The king slowly walks down the red steps until he reaches the bottom. A narrow entrance leads into a cave like room with smooth walls decorated with bright paintings depicting ancient stories. In the center along the back wall is a stone shrine, A gold and silver plated chest sits on the shrine the box meant to hold the book and keep it safe.

Cade had been the closest to the nest and when the wasps attacked had had the most warning. He immediately ignited his saber and spun it around him in a soresu style guard killing many insects as well as his armor and helmet stopping quite a few, but still taking a variety of stings. Finally Cade barreled through the wasps and out of their immediate range just in time to see his padawaan pass out on a tree branch. Cade knowing that he couldn't leave her there used toe force to allow him to scale the tree and grab her before falling back down. He sprinted as far as his legs could take him with the adrenaline in his system. Laying down he could feel the wasps stings and began to pull their stingers out. Once he had removed what he thought was the majority he used Force Body to rid himself of the toxin. This took much of his strength due to the amount, but it would keep him from dying.

After that he picked Jade's unconscious form up and finding a cave took her into it. He leaned her against a wall before turning to sit in the middle of the dirt cave. He reached out with the force attempting to sense any life nearby, and allowing the force to flow through him to rejuvenate his strength some. The stings were a constant annoyance, even without the venom they still hurt.

The Mandalorian bounty hunter had been in his room shaving his face with his knife when the ship entered the asteroid field and started to bounce off every rock in it's way. This resulted in the blade slipping and giving Kal's face a fresh new cut that would just refuse to stop bleeding no matter how much he blotted at it. This did not help Kal's mood, since he was already in a bad mood from this morning when he realized that he had not been paid for last month meaning that he had a bone to pick with the dear captain. Wasting no time once the cannons started blasting the rocks away from the ship, he slipped the blade back into his armor and grabbing his helmet off the table before leaving the room.

"Where has that slippery bastard made off to." Kal muttered to himself as he walked down the hallway toward the bridge. On his way to the cockpit he heard some voices and looked around the corner to see Siliscus berating a Trandoshian about some battlestations or something. It did not matter to him as all he needed was his money which was all he thought about as he hefted his helmet under his arm before turning the corner and heading toward the pair.

"Siliscus, I need to speak to you right now. It is an important matter that can't wait."

Location:Mazitec: Alpha team, within the forest.

Slowly the wasps begin to disperse the group is all but scattered, there venom starting to fade away. The group starts to wake form there slumber, the forest glowing with the light of the moons. Brian “Eagle” Nelson slowly opens his eyes, the whole day had passed and the trooper could see the stars up in the sky. ”So beautiful the stars are” He thought to himself for a brief second before remembering that his troop was due back long ago and there is probably a search party looking for them. He slowly lifts up and sits on the ground putting his hand on his helmet as to shake off the confusion. He looks around to try and spot his captain and fellow troopers. The moonlight slightly brightens the forest but still Eagle has a difficult time making out anything. He switches on his night vision looking in all directions, he can’t seem to recognize his surroundings and finds that he is all alone. The sound of the bushes and trees shaking startles Brian and he thinks it might be a fellow trooper. He shines his red laser blink as to indicate “friendly” ahead, to whoever is out there. He waits for the response that should be a green blink laser, when he doesn’t see the response he gets a bit confused. A chill runs down Brian’s spine when he sees the red eye shine coming from some creature in the distance, a brilliant flash of light closely followed by the loud crack of thunder causes Brian to jump a bit right before he feels the rain start to fall crashing down on his armor. The creature crouches down as it spy’s on Brian who can see its distorted form. ”It looks like some sort of troll” he thinks to himself as he ready’s his blaster rifle.
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Location: Mazitec: Omega team, a few hours earlier.

Drazhar leads the pack through the forest as the sun starts to slowly go down. Alpha team had been completely silent over the comm for the last few hours and the Imperial knight was beginning to worry.
Joe lugged his “Z” through the woods the strain of his muscles having become all but normal to him. He thinks about earlier when he tried to talk with the medic. May be he was out of line? Had he possibly put the team in danger? A bit of small chat was permitted in his last assignment when on low key missions but he would never forgive himself if he somehow threatened his team. Before Joe can complete his thought commander Drazhar announces that the team will be returning to the rondevu point. Saying that Alpha team could have lost their comms and returned.
Once Omega team returns to find that Alpha team is nowhere to be found Drazhar sighs deeply.
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Location:Mazitec

Once the Federation troopers led by the Knight disappeared back into the forest Ghost makes her way into the cave entrance. Her advanced night vision allows her to see that the cave is more like a mid-sized room. Looking as if it once had smooth square walls. The scuffed and faded paint on the cave walls tells her that it was once painted with bright colors. Stone rubble along with decade’s worth of dirt and debris clogs the area causing the ground to angle up towards the ceiling. The center of the room along the back wall halfway buried under dirt and rocks is what looks like an ancient alter of some sort. The assassin starts to dig away at the dirt with great haste.
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Location: Within the Mazi system. A small ways away from the asteroid field that blocks the systems entrance.

Diratk looks up at the captain with his reptilian eyes and says,

Before The captain can respond Kal Jaf’lo marches up to Captain Siliscus and starts to yell about money…like he always does. Diratk slowly slips away back to the gun turret as the two get into it.

Over the comm system a voice announces ”We will arrive on the planet Mazitec in exactly three hours and forty five minutes.”
Diratk approaches the turret where everyone’s favorite Jawa is blasting away at the remaining asteroids. The Trandoshan pirate slips into the turret next to Crusty and takes aim at an asteroid. Before Diratk can pull the trigger Crusty has already taken it out. ”Hey! That one was mine! He yaps as he takes aim at another. The ship shakes as a few more asteroids smash into its shields.
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Location: A moon with in the Mazi sector.

As the Sith apprentice makes her way closer to the water’s edge she takes notice of the ground as it starts to rumble under her feet. A violent jolt knocks the Twi’lik to her backside. The ground erupts in front of her like a bomb went off or something. Debris and rocks fly out in every direction as a huge pale white worm busts out from its hide out towering three stories tall with its nasty looking drill like teeth that spiral down its throat. The giant moon worm looks hungry and ready to devour anything it can grab. The gargantuan thing starts to crash down towards Izin mouth first.

Izin left the ship and made it to the ground of the mood. Of course, like any being, she needed to be suited up for the lack of air and difference in pressure. Her helmet was made to accommodate her head-tails, but that was the only main difference between her own suit and most others.

When they had touched down on the moon, The young Twi'lek bid her master farewell before leaving, quite unsure if she would be returning successfully, or if she would even be returning at all. It was a dangerous mission she was going on, and she could not fain her master.

Quickly, she made it to the edge of the water. As she got closer, the ground began to rumble. She moved back several steps in an attempt to see if it would calm down, but fell back onto the ground as a sudden and violent jolt knocked her back. She watched as a massive worm emerged from the ground, and instantly pulled out her lightsaber to combat it. As it charged at her, she sprinted in it's direction, her lightsaber ready to pierce it's heart and rid the world of this creature.

Peculiar. Alpha had not returned to the predesignated time slot for rendezvous. In addition they had not received an appropriate sit-rep from Alpha. Regulations would indeed dictate radio silence if friendly comms were in danger of interception, but the briefing had not entitled an enemy that was capable of breaking Imperial Comm Security. This put M-0018 in a uncomfortable position. The patrol had deviated from course since the beginning of this Emperor damned expedition, adding this most recent infraction, M-0018 hypothesized that this project would be scrapped in but a few cycles. The Knight Commander had been quiet, hardly a word said in instruction, commendable, but in this present situation, not entirely appropriate. The younger troopers had become restless, the heavy trooper had began idly chatting. Unacceptable. It was not entirely in his place to quiet him as the commander had no standing orders of silence nor was he speaking ostentatiously loud. That said M-0018 had resigned to stare impassively at the trooper, questioning the integrity of this new Imperial Army.