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Star Wars - Outlaws

Name:Irikev Hardmill
Species:Human
Age:29
Appearance:

Appearance

Force Sensitive: Nope
Skills: Expert hand to hand combatant, expert melee weapons specialist, expert level blaster usage, above average piloting ability.
Abilities: Nada
Weaknesses: Below average technical skills. He can fly it, but he can't fix it worth a damn, Fierce hatred for the new republic, and some of the imperial remnants means he doesn't often take jobs from either side. Especially the new republic, and will probably kill them on sight alone. He sees most of the imperial remnant as weak, but if any were to fill his former masters shoes he'd probably sign on willingly, and sees killing the weaker members as separating the wheat, from the chaff. His history as an royal guardsmen has to be kept a secret to anyone he can't trust less he put himself at risk for exposing it, most royal guardsmen are wanted war criminals from the new republic, and thus have bounties on them if they can be proven as royal guardsmen.
Motivation: A return of the glory days of the Empire, even if it means killing some of the weaker members of the remnant to achieve it.
History: Irikev had always dreamed of the military life. His father served in the republic navy as a captain, his mother served with the republic security force. Before being phased out for clones that was. As his father was often away, Irikev was often close to his mother when she wasn't busy. The woman installing in him a rigid code of justice, and a rigid following for the laws, and rules. Were some of the core values that helped him during the rise of the Empire. The man would be sent off to the imperial stormtrooper academy of Cardia. Where he would breeze through his training, and serve with distinction in one of the stormtrooper corps many regiments.

This earned him the attention of many a commanding officer, and then eventually the attention of the emperor himself who had him discreetly pulled from service for training at the royal guardsman academy. It was here where his training, and his experience were put to the limits against other equally skilled soldiers. Put into pairs the new recruits were taught to not only rely upon themselves upon the battlefield, but a single teammate a far cry from the squad based training on cardia, besides that. The brutal training, the fighting, the insanity of it was enough to break many men, and kill those who were weaker than the rest. Finally as training neared its end there were only ten left, their final assignment was to duel their sparring partner to the death in front of the emperor himself.

While Irikev had come to rely on his partner like a brother, he was determined to serve the emperor even more. So the two fought, and for a long time neither seemed to have an edge on the other, until his former sparring partner made a mistake, and left himself open for an attack. There on the training ground his partner lost his life to his own blade, and for the first time in awhile Irikev felt a tinge of regret, but his duty to the emperor was so much more to him. Besides himself four other guardsmen joined the emperors service that day.

Between his duties of protecting the emperor, or protecting the emperors palace. Irikev was often deployed on undercover assignments to root out traitors to the emperor. So the man had many alias', and contacts that he wouldn't otherwise have if he had made himself known, among them some members of the bounty hunters guild. They didn't know his true identify, and they didn't need to know. Giving him someplace to run when the fall of the empire finally happened above Endor. With his emperor gone, the empire he served in the hands of nothing but petty warlords in it for their own selfish reasons he set off into the galaxy never looking back, taking whatever contracts he could to not only keep a living for himself, but to eliminate his emperors enemies, and the ones who led to his emperors death.
Equipment:

• E-11 blaster rifle
• S-5 Heavy blaster pistol
• Vibroknife

Storage:

• Royal guard armor
• Force pike
• T-28 repeating sniper rifle

Star Wars - Galaxies at War[MULTIVERSE SPACESHIP RP]

Glasgow away team one - Jedi Temple

The two operatives moved ahead of the crew of the other ship, quietly, and discreetly dealing with whatever clones were still in the area. Moving the bodies into the shadowy nooks, and corners of the temple then taking it in while they waited for the other teams to catch up. "They certainly didn't try to clean it up, after they shot this place up." Sarah said, to the others as she walked down some steps where a pillar had crumbled onto them, it provided decent cover for Imura to quickly scan with the scope on his weapon. Satasified that he found the archive, he gave a subtle hand signal to the other operative, then nodded to the others. "Looks like the archieve is dead ahead, we'll move up." Imura whispered, before heading to the entrance. He wasn't prepared for what he saw next, a woman in dark clothes stood before them, turning to the sound of footsteps she ignited something in her hand, the crimson red blade of this weapon hummed with energy, and she charged at Imura, her shout seemed to rile up the troopers with her, who turned to face the group, and start firing.

"Contact, contact!" Wilkes shouted over the din, Imura barely managed to get his omni-blade up in time to stop the energy blade, which seemed to surprise the robed woman, but she didn't stay surprised long. An unseen force pushed Imura across the room, his armor sending up a spray of sparks as he skidded across the ground. Wilkes managed to send a blast of biotic energy toward the clones, before providing a little cover fire so Imura could crawl into cover, but she could only do so much before she found herself suppressed as well, she'd have to wait for the others to free her up.

Glasgow away team 2- Bank

The team had managed to siphon away a fair share of credits, when their other team radioed them. Sergeant Chris Decker answered them, he had his doubts about these strangers but they had all been pushed away when they had come together on the ship, and when they had first met. "Things seem clear up here no trouble yet." His teammate gave a thumbs up, but something didn't feel right this had all been to easy, so he looked around the room. The bankers seemed to be speaking in hushed tones. The doors opened, and in walked a couple of clones with red markings on their armor. "I think we've been had, get ready to move." He said quietly into his radio, and got up the clones stopped him, and his squad mate at the bench they sat on. "Stop right there!" One said as they intercepted them.
"We've been notified that a device in this area has been accessing restricted banking records, and accounts. Let me see your device."
"Sure thing."
Chris handed over his datapad, and gave the signal to his squad mate, he knew as soon as they accessed the datapad that had been used. They'd find out they were the crew responsible for siphoning those credits. They were lucky though they had no name, and no identity in this universe, or anywhere in this galaxy so they were more than free to go loud. So that's exactly what they did.

Chris materialized an omni-blade which he used to quickly slash at the neck area of the clones armor, his comrade used his concealed carnifex pistol to blast a hole through the other one. The mass accelerated round tearing a large hole through the clones armor, and leaving a nasty exit wound. Even though the round was the size of a grain of sand, the speed at which it moved was more than enough to kill anyone in their armor. "We're leaving, chart a course for the nearest place we can steal a ride, and lets go!" Chris shouted over the radio, the screaming of the civilians in the area just started, and he had no doubt that backup was on the way.

Star Wars - Galaxies at War[MULTIVERSE SPACESHIP RP]

Team One- Bank Team

The bank team set down on a landing platform not far from one of the better intergalactic banks. The language they wrote in here was different than anything they were used to, but some of them had been spending time studying what they could. After all the instructions for their hyperdrive had come in the language, and if they wanted to blend in they found the need to learn it. The squad, The Resurgence had sent with him were acting very much like their escort, so they tried to act like rich tourists with their noses cutting the air, as they strode into the bank. Two of them went to sit on the benches, while one strode to the counter to open a shell bank account.

The information they gave was fake, something sent to them by their teams that infiltrated the gangs in the mists. It went through without a problem, and that was one of the first hitches they got over. The account was attached to a dummy corporation that could be tracked back to one of the ports in the Hapan. They'd funnel the credits into their actual account, and then split it into account amongst the fleet while the other two tried to access datapads, and noted security in the bank. The credit chips they handed out could have as much credits as the banks were willing to recognize, so all it took was getting one then making the banks think it was worth more than it actually was, or siphon it from other accounts.

In this case they would do the latter for now, siphoning from the bank directly testing their security, against the usage of some of the best hackers with omni-tools the alliance could muster onto a warship. It might take hours, or days but they could start here at the bank, and work from the ship. Their security systems were oddly archaic, but also advanced. Just like some of their holotechnology, felt outdated. But given time their systems would yield, or they'd have to resort to infiltrating the bank, and doing it the hard way.

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Team Two - Jedi temple team

They might have not of gone on the jumper, but the two operatives made their way to the groups landing zone without triggering any alarms. Sarah sat, and waited while Imura went ahead to take a good overwatch position to snipe whatever guards they had put at the entrance. Soon enough his voice sounded over the radio. "In position. Let me know when our enemy needs to sprout some new holes." Sarah chuckled. "Copy that, waiting for the jumper team to get moving now." She said, all that was required of them was to wait.

Star Wars - Galaxies at War[MULTIVERSE SPACESHIP RP]

The Glasgow- Coruscant

As The Glasgow settled into it's docking struts, Travis sent Adrian to go pay the credit entry fee with what little they had, as he addressed the rest of his gathered operatives, and those who came with them on the ship would be addressed, though their local celebrity from the Daedalus had already left for the Jedi Temple. So he included them in the comm channel, by appearing on their omni-tool. "I will be sending Miss Wilkes, and Mr.Imura down to the Jedi temple, you will be going in armor. Mr.Imura your objective will be to find whatever data we can that's still standing at this Jedi Temple, we'll give it to The Resurgence to mull over when we get back to the mists. Miss Wilkes, you will be making sure everyone comes back alive." Travis, cleared his throat, and nodded at the two N7 operatives, who filed out of the room.
"Three of you will be heading to whatever passes for a bank on this planet, and we will be siphoning as many credits we can get away with. Keep cover, go in civilian clothing, and keep your weapons folded in your jackets. Last thing we need is a shoot out, in the streets here. And the rest of you, will be finding out what you can by eavesdropping, hacking, or infiltrating various points in the city. If we can enter targets will be The Senate, any military bases, prisons, and finally integrating yourself with whatever criminal element is in the city. If you need your armor, then keep it in the shuttle until you need it, we will not be marching through the streets in full armor. This isn't home, we'll stick out like a sore thumb. That's all Travis out." He ended the message, and let his crews get to work.

As the various crews went to carry out their missions, Travis cracked his fingers against his other hand, a nervous tick, before turning to Adrian who had made his way back into the ship. "Start letting other crew members go on shore leave, split whats left of our credits evenly among them. Whatever comes in from our siphons should be funneled into a shell bank account, then funneled into a real one. I'll be in my quarters, you take shore leave if you need it." Before the other man could speak, Travis left the room. He was going to monitor the away teams in his quarters to ensure things went smoothly.

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Sarah Wilkes, Roger Imura - Coruscant, Jedi Temple.

The two operatives didn't say a word as the shuttle left the hangar bay of The Glasgow, they didn't anything as they knew what they were about to do. A two man crew infiltrating one of the most locked down places, on the enemies version of the Citadel. Instead they busied themselves with inspecting their weapons. Imura was one of the best marksmen, and infiltrators that the ship had to offer. So he had taken with him his Incisor sniper rifle, and the N7 Hurricane serving as his primary. His drone would act as his spotter, and his cloaking device would be more his shield, than the actual shielding his armor provided. Sarah would go outfitted with her standard avenger, and service pistol. But the biotics she would be bringing to bear would more than offset whatever the temple threw at them.

As the shuttle cut through the skies of Coruscant, the two could only stare agape. The buildings dwarfed anything that could be built on the citadel. This planet made the citadels construction look like shoddy craftsmen ship for sure, but they weren't here to gawk at the sights they were here for a mission, but Sarah couldn't help but chuckle at the idea that the others blending in like tourists visiting the big city wouldn't be apt. "Get ready, we're coming up on the temple!" The pilot shouted back, and the two operatives sprang up. They had thought about going in loud, and linking up with the Daedalus crew later, but instead they had the shuttle put them down outside of detection range, and leave. The pair would then link up with the Daedalus crew when they got the chance, instead choosing to move cover, to cover.

Star Wars - Galaxies at War[MULTIVERSE SPACESHIP RP]

The Glasgow - Coruscant

Each envoy went off to do their own thing, The Glasgow had taken whatever dossiers were sent to the crews, and were dispersed among the security teams for reviewing. They would be heading to Coruscant, the capital of this empire, and infiltrating. Shouldn't be so bad, unless the away teams ended up doing something very, very stupid. They should just be in, and out. The other teams were secured quarters, or proper sleeping arrangements, and when properly put up were also granted access to engineering where they would be fitted for their omni-tool chips if they wanted one. The Tutorials that were given on the device would properly cover everything they needed to know. From using the fabricator to making a blade, or compressed gasses, to using it to break into secure systems, and to interface with what they were given clearance to around the ship. Mostly to use the elevator, access the food dispensers in the mess hall, and the datapads that were given to them to go with their omni-tools preloaded with a bit more history of their universe, and some tasteful books that hopefully wouldn't offend the senses.

The omni-tool would be invaluable to infiltrating Coruscant, and her systems. Travis doubted that imperial systems could properly deal with foreign intrusion so the thought of siphoning whatever the hell they use for currency around here crossed the mind of the assembled infiltration crews, and command staff aboard The Glasgow. But they'd bring that up when they got closer to the planet in question, and assembled the crews for talk about their assignment.

as the ship entered hyperspace, and left the mists. Travis breathed a sigh of relief, it felt nice to be out there again. The idea of seeing other planets, and exploring new space fascinated him. From what data that could be pulled up about the planet was that it was just one big city on a planet, nothing more than that. Composed of layers, of layers of buildings that stretch beyond anything one could see on the citadel, or Earth. They would be acting the part of a civilian yacht, so they would very much be acting like tourists seeing the big city for the time being.

When they finally entered Coruscant space sometime later, the bridge crews were hailed by the port authority. "Unidentified ship, you do not match any known ship designs, identify yourself, and point of origin." The voice that came through flooded their speakers, and the bridge crew scrambled to send a message back. "We're The Glasgow, civilian yacht on a pleasure cruise from around the outer rim, last planet we were at was Bakura but we wanted to see the big city. Now my clients are upset were stopped waiting on you, do you really want to tell these very rich people they aren't welcome?"
The voice on the other end was clearly talking to someone else, the bridge crew heard something about yokels, and tourists, before it spoke again. "Glasgow, you're clear to dock at civilian port nine-four, please pay for your docking fee before heading planetside." With that out of the way the crew made port, and shuttles would be prepped but for now they had to gather the other crews for a briefing.

Star Wars - Galaxies at War[MULTIVERSE SPACESHIP RP]

Travis - Aboard The Resurgence

There was a lot of talking, and a lot of backhanded insults toward the robust man. Travis would of joined in but he felt that the man wouldn't of gotten the point across anyways. As the new ship came in from hyperspace, he looked at the woman who revealed they had brought them here with much skepticism. "So we're slave soldiers, is that it? No choice on if we want to go home, or want to stop fighting. But you're more than capable of pulling in ships, and letting them go just as much as proven by that Terran ship. I don't know if I quite like being a pawn on a chessboard. Frankly it's my men dying, and you're not gonna so much as grace the battlefield with a dainty little pinky toe." He was angry, perhaps rightfully so. But then the talk of this... Anubis going to other universes was perhaps something of an issue.

They didn't have proof if Anubis wasn't just going to stop at this galaxy, or not. Finding it wouldn't be so easy either, if Travis had been Anubis he probably would of just stopped here the managing of an empire on a galactic scale sounds like a total bureaucratic nightmare, the likes of which that would trigger a migraine of epic proportions. So Travis quieted down until he heard talk of his ship, and that's when he shook his head. "Why not the Resurgence, shes from a universe similar to this, and we saw them use ships exactly like her when we fought those Imperials on the way into the galaxy, we can just steal a military access code. Because I've already been dropping my men off into key positions with the local consortium to find information. I have a very limited amount of N7 operatives left, mostly pulling double shifts in engineering. So unless you're putting your men on my ship, which I sincerely hope you are not putting that on the table. Because if you are, i'm deeply offended. You're asking me to put trust in your band of highly trained murderers, when my best are away. What's to stop you from turning my ship into the same ship we did that snatch, and grab on." He sighed, and he sat there thinking it over, wishing to some higher power he had a cup of coffee in that moment.

If they had wanted The Glasgow dead they wouldn't of gotten them a hyperdrive, of course providing that the engineers from The Resurgence didn't sabotage it in someway, shape, or form. But he had to place his trust in these people if he was to get home as well, and the same went for them as well. "Fucks sake, after doing some thinking I just want the dossiers, files, or whatever. On whoever you're bringing aboard. And they have to wipe their feet first. But otherwise, you are welcome aboard. Anything bigger than our shuttle will have to attach itself to the scaffolding on the ship, but otherwise. If you need to use something around the ship, you'll probably need to be fitted for an omni-tool, or ask a crewman." He sighed, he knew that hyperdrive was the best ticket to them fitting into this universe, so The Glasgow was really the best infiltration ship in the fleet, at the moment. "But we need targets first." He added.

Star Wars - Galaxies at War[MULTIVERSE SPACESHIP RP]

The Glasgow, and The Resurgence

The Glasgow had been currently zipping around their sector of space dropping off crews of infiltrators, and spies to worm their way into whatever groups they could get into, they needed all the information they could get, and Travis didn't doubt that some of the seedier underground groups would have information. Whatever information they could glean would then be passed onto the command, and engineering crew of the ship. Of course they had found out nothing interesting so far, so Travis would be forced to go to the meeting without anything to offer, which didn't bother him so much as that the amount of ships that had joined their group have gone up by a total of four more ships, meaning that whatever brought them here intended to draw this out for the long haul, it was building some sort of ragtag fleet.

He took an escort of two marines with him, and went to the shuttle bay. Travis boarded the shuttle in silence, as his escorts talked among themselves talking about what their new allies would be like, and cracking jokes about some of their allies. Usual soldier banter, but it came to a halt as they entered the hangar of The Resurgence. Exiting their shuttle, and making their way through The Resurgence once more, the group from The Glasgow joined the other groups in the room. Among the new arrivals were three more groups of humans, and a fourth much more robust human being. But he paid attention to none of them, as they took a seat.

The groups began to talk among themselves. They were talking about taking out whatever big bad, from The Daedalus' universe somehow it had made it's way here, perhaps it was the reason why the rest of them were here. Perhaps they were just a ripple of whatever power that being had used to bring itself here, tearing them out of their universes, a matter of sheer chance. But that would mean the technology that brought them here wasn't precise, and he highly doubted that it was sheer chance that had brought them here.

As they discussed fighting Anubis, and emeralds for whatever reason. Travis shook his head. "So we're all united on taking this fight to this Anubis guy... But did anyone bother to get hard targets? Do we even have the resources, the support, and the men for a grand campaign? We're all from other universes, where are we gonna pull on reserves from? Because I doubt our target is just going to show up, without us having to draw him out. So our odds are not looking good." He said, gesturing around the table.

The Tower Chapter 1: A New Dawn

As CJ watched the ambulance leave, a voice startled him back to reality. As the digital parahuman spoke to him, he could only guess what it was pushing him towards, it wanted him to find some mother, and what? He didn't know for sure, but it barely registered to him. He didn't care about it, or it's mission. For all he knew it wanted to push him into some special group for parahumans, probably some criminal group no doubt. Whoever they were, they had been watching him, they knew he was a parahuman, and they probably knew what was going on in this alleyway yet they didn't help, so as far as CJ was concerned they were complicit, and not if, but when he found them he would throw them in a cage to rot with the beast who murdered his partner. Oddly he didn't seem to care if the other parahuman turned him with the fact that he was a para to anyone, he just wanted revenge, and as far as whatever mission it charged him with he didn't care. He liked to think when he gave one of the cameras the middle finger it was watching, and it knew he wasn't going to play ball.

Each step toward the cruiser felt heavier than the last, but when he finally made it into his cruiser a message flicked across the console over the dash. "Return to the precinct, we'll talk, and have a debrief. - Cap CJ shook his head, and programmed in a place to go eat, but the vehicle wouldn't take it, instead putting him on autodrive back to the precinct garage. The ride was twenty minutes of pure silence, the emptiness of the vehicle hung over CJ's head like a guillotine ready to drop at any moment, and he was almost thankful when the vehicle pulled into the garage. He exited the vehicle as quickly as possible, and all but threw the keys at the guy on post. He didn't bother saying anything to the man, as he entered the elevator, and removed his helmet. He could only fathom what the detective captain wanted to speak to him about, probably to chew him out for losing a para, and a partner all in the span of a few minutes.

When the door opened to the detectives bullpen, he felt all eyes on him. Odds were they already knew his partner was dead. Things weren't secret for very long among the other detectives, and he couldn't help but feel like he had failed somehow. But it wasn't anger he felt in their gazes, it was more pity than anything else. When he knocked on the captains door, the muffled voice inside only said. "Come in." As the young detective made his way inside the captain's office he slowly shut the door behind him. "You wanted to see me captain?" He asked. The captain nodded, and gestured to one of the empty chairs opposite his oaken desk, the detective took his seat, and waited for the captain to speak more. "I heard about what happened, with that parahuman... I'm sorry, Vickers was a damn good detective."
"He was."
"Why don't you tell me what happened?" The captain asked, and CJ was all but happy to tell him everything that happened, recounting his story, the captain nodding along as he spoke. When he was finished accounting his tale the captain spoke again. "I'm putting you on desk duty until we can find you a new partner, with the exception being this Saturday. Lorne asked for a few officers to do security detail at their little medical clinic at city hall, you're going, and until then I don't want you to leave your desk except to eat, sleep, and do whatever needs to be done around the station. Am I clear?"
"But Captain!
"But nothing!" He interrupted, his voice full of authority now. "Not a peep out of you until we find someone willing to put up with you, now back to your desk, and await further assignment. I can't have a detective out there seeking some ill conceived plan of revenge. You are dismissed." With the air cleared, it was clear to Chester he wouldn't be getting another word in, he stood, turned on his heels, and exited the room making his way to his desk, awaiting assignment.

Fire Emblem: Ashes of Sacrifice [Fall of the Empire]

Thom Chaff Garleton: The Evacuation, Evening, The Camp- Morning

Thom knew he didn't need to help with the bandit chief, he knew the poor fool was a dead man the moment the wyvern took flight again. When the streets fell silent, he just shook his head. The bandits were gonna run for the hills, but so would they. As they followed the prince back toward the castle, he shot a silent glare to the two guardsmen who had accompanied him. He didn't know how they didn't aid the prince, but they didn't so he wouldn't be surprised if the three of them ended up with the headsman's ax. But that would be for later, he would just have to follow quietly behind the little lordling, hoping that things would slow down enough that they wouldn't run into combat. Then came the march, as they walked the tunnels underneath the keep. Their guide, who Thom could only guess was some sort of adviser, led them through the twists, and turns of the cavern. The fact that the tunnels looked all the same, only served to make the guardsman bored, so it calmed him down enough, and brought down his blood rush from earlier. He hoped the wyvern rider, knew where to go he didn't think the beast would fit in these tunnels. It'd be a stretch just to fit a horse down here. When they finally made their way from the dank tunnels, into the cool night air. Thom let out a sigh of relief. Not only because it felt nice to end up on the surface, but because there were no more battles to fight, as they slunk away into the night. The marching in the days to follow was what could only be described as hell. Slowed down by mercenaries who weren't used to the march, and civilians the group was all but a large moving target. Thom wasn't even sure how they escaped to their current camp without incident, but somehow they did. When the news reached them that the capital had fallen, he could only sigh. They were a resistance band as of now, and only time would tell what would happen. His last group turned on each other when they had the chance to become rebels, and he can only imagine what would happen with this group. How many would turn into little more than bandits, and how many would help the people. For awhie he briefly thought about deserting on his watch. But thought against it, some of the mercs had already fled into the night. Either off to join the enemy for coin, or because they knew a hopeless situation when they saw one. Not that it bothered Thom much, as far as he was concerned the lordling, and anyone with him were as much as dead, himself included. So he cared little into what would follow. The enemy would likely be hunting down heirs, and anyone who could challenge their right to rule. So they had a very large target painted on them. The princes speeches could only do so much to keep the groups spirits up, and he knew that eventually that they'd have to go on the offensive if they wanted to be taken seriously.

_________________________ Status: Upright Class: Guard Inventory: Vulnerary Iron Axe

Star Wars - Galaxies at War[MULTIVERSE SPACESHIP RP]

The Glasgow

The battle had been something great, and the group had learned quite a great deal about their enemy in combat. But when the time came to leave, Travis couldn't help but feel that if they had more time to fight off the enemy, they might be able to scavenge the battlefield but these new enemies were more than enough trouble. So when the Daedalus made it's jump, The Glasgow was right on her ass. When they exit the mists, and the rest of the fleet caught up at their various speeds. With Sarah, and the rest of her team who had helped the assault on the bridge, returned the crew had felt a wave of relief, and for the first time in a while things felt normal again, if you ignored the numerous ships from different universes that was.

For days the other vessels had come, and gone doing various chores, and assignments. The Glasgow could really only watch them go, as it had no way to travel this galaxy without the aid of others. So it had contented itself with patrolling the edge of the system, and staying alert. The command crew spent this time planning on their next moves, the military portion of this crew spent it's time training. They had lost only a minimal amount of marines on the raid, but this instilled in them the need to keep fighting. The tech crews had spent their time pouring over the data their infiltrators had gotten from the imperial vessel, and their engine room. As the days wore on, they were approached several times to pay taxes to the coalition in the area, but The Glasgow refused. Until the day came where they got their hyper drive.

The installation had been rough, and interfacing two different techs had been difficult, even with help from the engineering crews of The Resurgence. But with a little bit of intelligence, and some grit they had even gotten their omni-tools to interface with the technology of this universe. With their new hyperdrive in, and their omni-tools able to interface. The Glasgow left the mists for the first time, dropping off their best infiltrators, and operatives in plain clothes. Their mission would be to find out whatever they could not only about this universe, but about the big players in it. With that mission underway, The Glasgow would return to the mists, and wait.