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Star Wars Chapter 0: KNIGHTFALL

Kada Skirata

Interacting with: Alanna Blasaw @ASDAValueMilk

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^{Mandalore - Keldabe City
25th Anniversary of the Founding, Noon}

Kada had been mere seconds away kicking her Uncle from the brazen flirt he fired off as they entered the shop, yet stopped herself as the noticed the Twi'lek's slight blush. Oh, she likes it. The Togruta thought to herself as a thought flickered across her mind for a brief moment, but was quickly quelled as she forced it to not even show a hint on her expression. She did, however, play-up a devious grin as the Twi'lek approached them. "Uncle, I'm starting to understand why you talked about her the whole way here~" The Togruta teased, ensuring her voice was just loud enough to carry to the approaching woman. The comment, of course, causing Artak to shoot her a look and his own cheeks to color a bit themselves. "Ah, ignore the runt's comment, I merely sold your incredible work as a mechanic to her... and maybe a little about how you looked good doing it." The man said quickly, caught slightly off-guard by how his niece had so easily jumped in to tease him. Yet still, the clone wasn't safe. "You also mentioned taking her dinner as a tip for her work." Kada lied, but knew she put the man on the spot. If her read on the Twi'lek was anything close to accurate, the Togruta was willing to wager it'd work in Artak's favor anyways.

As Alanna finally stopped her approach before them, Kada gave a friendly little wave. "Ah, he was just bringing me over." Kada said to the Twi'lek, slightly annoyed that the woman had seemed to miss her previous request. Still, she didn't let the expression show as she continued to speak. "IG here has damage to his right wrist actuator, I believe. I... might've hit him a few too many times when he was teaching me how to defend himself." The Togruta admitted with a bashful expression being played upon her features, before continuing. "I'd fix him myself, but I don't have the proper parts. Nor the time with my schedule today. I was hoping you might have the part and be able to help?" Kada asked softly as she looked up towards Alanna with a pleading look on her features.

"Query: Why maintain an antiquated model? Recommendation: Upgrade to something more effective."

As IG's deadpan voice broke the silence, its question directed towards Alanna while its gaze stared openly at Sable; Kada stood there with an expression that could only be described as utter shock and horror upon her features. IG did not typically act out or speak in such a disrespectful manner, not towards strangers or when they were out. Kada stared between the two droids, uncertain of what model the other unit happened to be or why it had seemed to bother her companion so much. This time, however, the Togruta did kick. Her boot glancing off the Magna's leg enough to cause a clang but avoid causing harm to the young popstar. "IG!?! What was that about?" She demanded of her droid, before turning towards Alanna and speaking in a rather pointed tone. "Maybe you need to look at this one's behavior controls as well." She said, before letting out a little sigh.

"Sorry about him, I don't know what caused the outburst."

For her part, Kada was already staring down the Magna Droid again. Seemingly taking him apart in her mind and trying to understand the cause of his sudden outburst. Had he truly taken that much offense to the other unit's joke as it had entered? Was there some kind of programmed distaste between whatever model that other droid happened to be and the Magna Droids? Kada wore a slight frown as the thought that there might be something off with her friend's strange behavior sat heavy in her mind, yet knew that there wasn't much she could do about it right now. "If Miss Alanna decides to still help us, IG, you better behave. I do still remember how to activate your mute function." Kada threatened the droid, though both she and IG knew it to be a hollow threat meant more to express her frustration.

"I'd have muted him already."

Then Kada was wheeling back towards Alanna once again, but not before shooting a slight glare her Uncle's way for his comment. Then studying Alanna's face carefully to see if the Twi'lek was irritated at all by IG's outburst. Kada's lekku twitched slightly, a subtle movement that was really only understood by other species with similar features. A gesture to express her apology earlier for IG's outburst had been genuine. She flashed a little smile towards Alanna before speaking up again. She knew some owners were very overprotective of their droids, so Kada wanted to try to smooth over the incident in hopes she wouldn't get more fees tacked on.

"Can you fix him?" She asked softly.

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Star Wars Chapter 0: KNIGHTFALL

Captain Alys Narezz

Interacting with: N/A

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^{Mandalore - Keldabe
25th Anniversary of the Founding, Noon}

"Are you kriffin' kidding me!? You two had one job, and somehow you lost a VIP?" Came a harsh tone, causing both of the Stormtroopers before her to physically flinch back before the much smaller officer. Her usually calmer expression now betraying an expression of pure anger. Anger fueled by fear of the fate of all three involved. Despite all being in civilian clothes, for the purpose of not sticking out, the rigid stance of the troopers getting a firm dressing down told any who might see the circumstances of the situation. The Nautolan officer fell silent as she watched the two troopers, almost daring them to give some sort of retort or excuse for why they'd failed the mission. Yet when none came, Alys gave a small nod. At least these two knew their error. "I want you both searching for the VIP, understand? I'll get some backup and assist in the search. Do not make it obvious. If we manage to find the VIP again, and somehow keep our jobs, you two are going to be on latrine duty until such time as I've decided you have learned the lesson. Clear?" She said, although her tone had lost its angry edge. Instead shifting to the calm confidence of command as she laid out their plan of action. "If you find our VIP, comm me immediately and before you take any actions." The Captain added, as she thought of that last little bit. Both Stormtroopers gave a firm nod towards her with an affirmative "Yes Ma'am." Before heading off together on their assignment.

Alys waited until the two were out of sight, before letting out a rather unbecoming string of swears herself. "I'm going to die." She said softly, cursing herself for letting the troopers escort the VIP on their own. Things should have been fine, but Alys should've known fate better than to think she could sneak in a little free time. A long sigh left the Nautolan's lips as she rubbed at her temple with one hand. "No time, back to work." She muttered softly before pulling out her commlink to raise a couple of her troops from the Wyvern. Two who specialized in intelligence gathering, she figured their skills should translate well enough to task at hand... and she trusted them to be discreet. "Escort squad lost track of the VIP, don't think anything malicious happened. Likely went off to explore Keldabe on their own. I've got two searching now, but I could use some experts helping find her. Once again, we believe nothing malicious happened. So act accordingly, we don't want to cause an incident. Use discretion." She said calmly, earning affirmatives from the two on the other end of the comm. Then with that, Alys herself moved off towards the Grand Bazaar. If she had to hazard a guess where their missing person would've snuck off to, she'd guess the Grand Bazaar.

A couple of hours passed, with Alys starting to become dejected in her failed search throughout the Bazaar when her comm-link chimed. "Go." She said simply, and let out an audible breath of relief as she heard the voice on the other end. "We've found VIP, ma'am. She seems safe. Sending info now." Was all the voice said before a small click signified the end of the call. Moments later, Alys' comm-link buzzed with the receipt of the info and send it to her datapad. She dialed the two troopers from before next, her features looking much more relaxed. "Sending coords now, you two meet me there. We've got the VIP, she's safe." Alys said softly before hanging up and heading towards the coordinates.

Star Wars Chapter 0: KNIGHTFALL

Captain Alys Narezz

| {Full Name} |

Alys Narezz

| {Age} |

24

| {Species} |

Nautolan/Mirialan

| {Gender} |

Female

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| {Force Sensitive/Alignment} |

No.

| {Appearance} |

Standing at a towering 5’4”, Alys does not exactly come across as the most threatening of individuals. With a toned and athletic frame Alys’ history as an Imperial Marine does show its face. Muscles ripple beneath otherwise blue skin. Her facial features are often described as youthful and rather striking, albeit her blue eyes are capable of portraying a stormy mix of emotion that can be as varied as the tides of the ocean itself. Coupled with a rather stunning body and lengthy head-tails, this imperial often finds herself the center of attention in many situations. Whether she wanted it or not.

As far as her dress, Alys is most often seen dressed in proper uniform or military attire fitting her situation. Although Alys, contrary to many of her fellow officers, does take time to enjoy her life. Her casual outfits range from leather jackets with white undershirts, which show off her toned stomach and a small navel piercing shaped like a wave, and a pair of leather pants to formal dresses worn to extravagant events. Her color choices tend to either be darker colors, or shades reminiscent of the ocean itself.

| {Equipment and Personal Belongings} |

• Ascendancy-Class Star Destroyer “Wyvern”
• Imperial Officer’s Uniforms
• Casual Clothing/Off-Duty Clothing
• Light Combat Armor
• Holo-projector full of images from various places she’s visited and events in her life.
• EC-17 Holdout Blaster
• E-11 Blaster Rifle

| {Physical Abilities} |

• Former Marine: Being a former member of the Imperial Marines, Alys understands the difficulties of ground combat and is able to more efficiently coordinate combined-arms operations. In addition to this, Alys still retains both her marksmanship and close-quarters combat skills.
• Hard-Work/Quick Study: Alys is not a naturally gifted prodigy. She got both her skills and position solely by working harder than everybody else. To aid in this, Alys has always been quick to learn and notice details when studying a particular topic.
• Skilled Tactician: As a result of her intense studies, Alys has developed a rather impressive tactical awareness and knowledge of common tactics amongst the Imperial Navy, and those who beat the Navy. As much as she could get her hands on at the academy to study, to any degree. The result being an officer who has proven herself rather capable on the frontlines of the War with the CIS.
• Charismatic: Alys is a very personable young woman, and rather easy to get along with. Keeping her own ego in check, the Captain is oftentimes spotted interacting with and getting to know her enlisted and crew below her. Developing bonds to foster a healthier atmosphere and inspire loyalty among her crew.
• Hybrid: Being born from a Mirialian Father and Nautolan Mother, Alys inherited traits from both sides. Being able to breath underwater, swim at inhuman speeds, and being more agile underwater from her mother. While her father’s side gave the girl enhanced flexibility and agility when compared to a human.

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N/A.

| {Limitations} |

• Headstrong: Alys can be quite… adamant in her beliefs. Oftentimes not being afraid to voice dissent, even when it comes to a direct order from a superior officer. This has often gotten the Nautolan into trouble, particularly when she struck a superior officer over his humano-centric beliefs.
• Small Stature: Despite her toned muscles, Alys is still a relatively small individual. She can be overpowered quite easily by others much larger than herself.
• Inexperience: While Alys has been through quite a bit in her life already, she still is only 24 years old. She’s yet to experience some trials that come with years, and to develop ways to counter such issues. Moreover, more experienced or gifted tacticians might be able to get past the girl as she has yet to face their own ideas.
• Political Capital: Being a girl who came from basically nothing, Alys does not have much by way of political weight to throw around in the Empire; beyond her military rank.

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| {Personality} |

Alys can be accurately described as a sharp break from the common stereotype of an Imperial Officer. While the Nautolan is fiercely proud to be serving her Empire, she does not carry with her a feeling of superiority many of her fellows do. In uniform, Alys is nothing but a shining example of professionalism for the Empire. Showing nothing beyond exactly what she needs to show, and keeping a calm air about herself at all times. While professional, Alys ensures to keep herself away from being downright unpleasant and stiff as an officer. Approachable, and willing to consider the thoughts and opinions of others instead of believing her own above all else. She has often been described as fair, charismatic, and extremely intelligent.

Though the Nautolan is not without her flaws. Buried underneath her professionalism is a headstrong nature that sometimes shines its way through. Mostly shown in her willingness to question orders she believes to be immoral, along with her rather… troublesome record of refusing to hold her tongue against evidence of discrimination by older officers. This along with her nasty habit of holding grudges against those who have crossed her before present some glaring issues with her personality.

Outside of the uniform, Alys is a rather friendly and flirtatious individual. A young woman who is eager to enjoy everything that her life has to offer outside of being in the military. Often seen out going to the club or at the bar on days off, Alys has a borderline carefree attitude. A smile constantly on her face being a sharp contrast from the rather intense expression she wears while in uniform.

| {Place of Origin} |

Born to a retired Republic Marine and the nurse who’d brought him back to health. Neither had any particular amount of money, nor had they invested very wisely in their younger years. The result being that Alys grew up in a loving home on Glee Anselm, albeit one without much money.

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Born to a loving couple of a retired Republic Marine and the Nurse who’d saved his life many years back, Alys had a rather pleasant upbringing. Their family did not have much by way of money, mostly due to poor investments in their younger years. Still, their life on Glee Anselm was a pleasant one. The first two years of Alys’ life weren’t all that significant, at least until Knightfall’s fallout tore through the galaxy with a terrifying sense of unease and chaos. The girl was much too young to have memories of this turbulent time, but grew up living in fear of the CIS and Grevious’ wrath coming down atop their world. An eventuality that she, fortunately, would never have to experience. Before the CIS could find a reason to turn Glee Anselm to slag, the forces under the newly-minted Renkar Imperium seized the planet from the iron grip of the droid forces. At first, Alys and her parents lived in fear of another despot… until the years showed life under the Empire to be better than it had before. That the Empire had truly liberated them from the evil within the Galaxy.

When she was fourteen years of age, and had matured into an adult herself, Alys decided that she wasn’t willing to sit off to the side while others fought to defend their Empire. To beat back the evils of General Grievous. As such, despite her parents’ wishes, she went to enlist within the Imperial Marines. Training was hard, but the girl threw every ounce she could give into her training. Into every task thrown at her, and as a result of her hard work she started to excel. Proving herself in combat, leadership, and special operations. Her record soon was glowing with recommendations and victories, though one in particular stood out. During an assault on a Droid Factory sitting along the frontlines, her squad found itself pinned down with their reinforcements nearly entirely obliterated. Yet it was Alys who noticed the waste pipes dumping under the oceans nearby, and using her Nautolan heritage took on a solo mission beneath the wages to infiltrate the factory. Inside, she was able to disable the core and send the factory into a meltdown. Which, in turn, shut down a large portion of the defenses that had pinned down her squad. From here, Alys led her squad on a guerilla campaign for nearly three months until they finally were able to put out a call for rescue to the Empire. A campaign that had weakened the CIS’ grip on the planet enough that the fleet sent to rescue her squad was able to beat the CIS back from the planet entirely, and seize it from Grevious’ grip.

That guerilla campaign and Alys’ contributions caused her to gain the attention of several officers who selected her for officer training. At first, Alys felt as if she didn’t belong in officer school. Yet, once again, Alys wouldn’t let herself give anything except every ounce of her being. Slowly, but surely, her hard work started to show. Her late nights spent studying tactics of Imperial Officers, their enemies, and particularly one admiral Gilad Pellaeon caused Alys to discover and develop a sharp tactical sense. Soon, as a test of curiosity by one of her instructors, Alys was tested in a simulator of a Star Destroyer’s Command Bridge. A test she passed with stellar results, and caused her to be given an immediate transfer into Fleet Command. Not long after, Alys graduated and was assigned the role of an XO onboard the Star Destroyer Adamant, Flagship of the 3rd Fleet. Here as well, Alys’ service record excelled. She distinguished herself with some rather ingenious suggestions to the ship’s captain, and by serving to coordinate combined arms operations with the ground forces to great effect. Yet this command would not last, as the 3rd Fleet’s Admiral was an older man, recruited from the Republic Navy and fostering some rather offensive humano-centric views. Views which caused the man to callously spend non-human lives as currency for victory, while protecting human lives in turn. Such views, when finally brought to a point by Alys pointedly calling the Admiral out in a private conversation, caused the girl’s anger to boil. Which, in turn, resulted in Alys slapping the Admiral across the face while demanding he treat all his troops as the equals they were in service to the Empire.

This, of course, caused an immediate demotion to be handed out to Alys. For the next two months, the former XO found herself in charge of the Star Destroyer’s mess staff. A job which the Nautolan cursed every second of, up until the day she received word that Emperor Renkar himself wanted to speak to her. Naturally, Alys was more than terrified of the sudden summons. Yet, once she found herself before him, the reasoning for the summons became clear; The Emperor had heard of the stand she’d taken in the 3rd Fleet. He liked that she was willing to stand up against that injustice, and he was impressed with her service record. He wanted to offer her a command of her own, the Ascendancy-Class Star Destroyer “Wyvern”, currently assigned to the 1st fleet, and the Flagship of his eldest daughter. With this command, she would be tasked with ensuring the eldest’s travel and security whenever such services were required. Else, she was to be fighting on the front lines with the rest of the 1st Fleet. The honor was too much for Alys to deny, and as such she accepted the command that she has held for the past eight months. During which time she has shown herself to be a devastatingly competent Captain, while keeping a healthy relationship with her crew.

Now, Alys stands on her latest assignment; an escort mission for the Emperor’s Eldest. During the last two months with her, Alys has found a small friendship to develop between the two. Albeit, one she does let get in the way of her own professionalism. After all, she owed the Empire everything for liberating her planet.

The Empire would get nothing but her best.

New Imp, who dis? :3

Star Wars Chapter 0: KNIGHTFALL

Talik Gida & Vorkro Olkzar

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^{CIS Outpost - Teth, Baxel Sector}

”We got off at the wrong exit.” Came Talik’s response as the dropships rapidly descended towards the planet’s surface. Talik could hear a light whine from the engines as the dropship reoriented to come in on the heading Captain Olkzar had indicated for them. ”We’re moving in from the South, sky’s are currently clear. Should be groundside in fi-” Talik said, being cut off as the ship’s own klaxxons blared a warning and Admiral Yularen’s voice screamed a warning into her helmet. "Landing Party, get evasive! Enemy has rolled out artillery and anti-air units!”

Even as the warning came over the comms, Talik could feel the forces from the LAAT rolling aggressively to get out of the line of fire from the deadly hail of lasers that suddenly lept towards the inbound ships. Talik’s LAAT shuddered violently and the crew within stumbled as the ship was thrown violently to the side, accompanied by a loud boom and smaller rattling impacts against the hull. ”Down one, AA took out the lead!” Came the report of the LAAT’s pilot, and a flash of rage tore through Talik’s mind as she heard the news.

””Admiral! Danger close fire support, I want those guns wiped out!” She shouted, and within moments she heard thunderous roars racing down towards the planet.

”Captain, be advised the Liberator is firing upon the CIS base, we’ve found Artillery and Anti-Air being deployed, and lost a flyer. Securing the landing zone, the facility and immediate south is about to get very hot.” Talik relayed to Olkzar, even as massive red turbolasers tore through the atmosphere with tremendous roars of rage, tearing past the remaining dropships as they tore through the atmosphere before the lasers slammed into the ground with thunderous impacts. Hurling dirt and superheated rock up into the sky with each impact. The destruction slowly tracing a deadly path towards the very guns returning laserfire back up into the sky. A violent, yet beautiful, display of raw power pounding its way down through the atmosphere.

Vorkro had very little time for a witty retort towards his new ally, he had even less time to shout back a warning as lasers lanced out towards the sky toward his incoming reinforcements. He only hoped that whatever ship she had in orbit was in a good enough position to have seen the AA weapons before they were ready to fire.

His heart sank somewhat when he saw burning wreckage and debris tear through the clouds. It spiraled downwards before colliding with the ground beyond his view.

Vorkro was about to give the order for his closest team to move in and secure the site, and any survivors when Taliks voice came through the Comms. Not even responding to her he shouted at the top of his lungs over the din and into his communicator as the sky turned red. "EVERYBODY GET DOWN!!"

He turned and saw Mohira starting to lift off when he shouted, likely not hearing him over the din. He lunged towards her, grabbing onto a nearby tree with his feet he grabbed her leg with his right arm as his left clung onto another nearby tree.

Vorkro for a moment until she managed to power down the jetpack. Pulling her down towards the ground the pair cowered as explosions rocked all around and the ground shook. He peeked from behind his cover but could see nothing but flashes of light, ducking back behind his cover he knew that there would be no knowing the outcome until the bombardment had come to an end.

The doors on Talik’s LAAT slowly, silently slid open. Their sounds overridden by the sudden roar of wind whipping through the cabin as the gunship tore a blinding pace through the sky. All around, Talik could see devastating glows from the turbolaser fire raining hell down upon the CIS base that had dared to target her landing party. ”Bring us in as the dust settles, Hotshot.” Talik ordered into her comms, receiving a click of acknowledgement from the gunship’s pilot as he shot between twin turbolaser shots that slammed into the CIS base with a thundering response. “Liberator reports Artillery silenced, and base shield is failing. We’re picking up some readings on the scans of the base, will update as more details come in.” Admiral Yularen reported over the comms established between both Talik’s party and that of Captain Olkzar.

Moments later, a soft bump was heard as the gunship came in for a hot landing, both turrets opening up to keep the separatist forces from getting any smart ideas as the rebels poured out of the trio of ships that had made it to the ground. ”Gunships are RTB, call us when you want that pickup.” Came the ever-cocky response from the pilot of Talik’s gunship, Hotshot. The twi’lek gave a simple thumbs up towards the cockpit before turning back towards the base at the top of the hill. ”Tivva.” Talik said, as a twi’lek in blue beskar knelt down and the rocket in her pack fired off on a deadly arc towards a small bunker built atop the hill. “Already on it.” Came the reply, and moments later the thundering explosion from the small bunker as it went up in a violent explosion.

Immediately, Talik’s troops started pushing up the hill as their blasters created a deadly wave of bolts meant to suppress anything dumb enough to try to stop their advance. Talik’s own blaster belching out a furious stream that she waved back and forth across a small barrier she knew two droids to be sheltering behind.

”Captain, we’re moving in from the south. Any target of priority in the base, or is it a simple destroy op?”

As the bombardment stopped Vorkro nodded at Mohira. Signalling for them to advance towards the outpost. Some of the outer buildings were scarred, battered and bruised from shots that landed after the shields had already failed. Shouldering his rifle he pushed up, shots ringing out the moment anything was brave enough to lift its head. Moving towards the compound all they came across was debris, broken droids and molten slag. Some of it still steamed and smoked, occasionally a droid moved slightly but before it was able to stand up it was loaded with blaster bolts.

Vorkro looked at Mohira when the call from Talik came through, he couldn’t exactly discuss details without checking with his employer. She nodded as she charged ahead to the tower in the centre of the compound.

He tapped his comm. “Recovery. Intel indicates there is an underground facility here where a Separatist Scientist is working on something to help them in their war against the Empire. My Employer, Mohira, wants the scientist. After that, we turn the rest to slag.”

Talik clicked back an affirmative as she heard the scope of the mission. ”Liberator, we're taking an underground facility here. Could that be related to the anomalies on scans?" Talik asked her mothership, hearing an immediate acknowledgement and order to switch to scanners meant to penetrate the surface of a world and find said underground bunkers. In the meantime, the rebel leader did not waste even a second as she started to push forward. Her hellish spray of blaster bolts kept the droids pinned in their cover while her two squadmates surged past her and over the barrier. Moments later, the reports of each twi'lek's blasters could be heard with accompanying flashes. Then Talik's side of the compound started to quiet down as her forces pushed in to clear out remaining defenders.

The Twi'lek herself took two squadmates and pushed in deeper to the compound, aiming towards the side her HUD identified Vorkro's IFF tags approaching from. Several times, Talik's rifle barked and spewed streams of crimson death, and each time more battle droids were reduced to scrap. ”Friendlies approaching, Captain." Talik announced as she started to get within visual range of her newfound allies. ”I've got Liberator performing ground penetration scans, we should be getting results soon. Hopefully it includes whatever anomaly they've been seeing." She said, even as her squad carefully swept their weapons across the now-quieter compound.

Their sweep proved fruitful, as the ground ahead of them suddenly retracted back, and the sounds of an elevating platform could be heard. Before Talik could even question the development, a hail of blaster fire started to emerge from the elevator, as a trio of battle droids emerged, flanked by two Supers. ”SBDs, MOVE!" Talik shouted into her comm, responding with her own deadly hail of covering fire as the Twi'lek moved quickly towards the nearest cover….

Only to find the ground beneath her boots starting to violently shake as if the planet itself were trying to shed her. "All Ground Forces, the underground base has been identified as a buried Providence Class Dreadnought, and it's engines just flared offline. Recommend getting away NOW!" Admiral Yularen's voice calmly explained over the comms, even as the earthquake became more violent. Talik, meanwhile, turned a look towards Vorkro. ”I think those clankers are blocking our only survival path." The Lethan said, even as she started to reach for an EMP Grenade. ”Think they'll mind a few stowaways?" She asked, before hurling the primed grenade without waiting for a response.