#kyberled

[oraiculum]

You were very brave. you were also very lucky.

NOTHING LIKE A CROCODILE'S SMILE.

"I am not brave, and luck does not exist."

The retort is as swift as the next shot from the barrel of his gun. A streak of green cuts a hard line through the air, and it plunges into the chest of another B1 series. The cavitating orb of plasma collapses into a tightly packed ball before it erupts outwards in a shower of heat and steam, rending the droid's torso in two from the impact. The explosion staggers the platoon's OOM-series, which Two takes advantage of to pepper it with shots until it finally stops moving before he yanks Braig along and across the hangar floor.

Half of Two's face is missing and the skin of his arm has been blown off, leaving metallic cabling and endoskeletal structure visible underneath. An unfortunate run-in with a B2-HA, beautifully built things (for a lesser machine), left him scarred and deformed in ways he usually wasn't on what was supposed to be a pretty simple help-find-relocate-extract-whatever job.

"Firstly, your life is nowhere near as disposable as mine. Courage is a very human thing and I'm not afraid to die here, so, in the absence of fear there is no bravery."

Yeah, he's getting paid for this. Who wouldn't he get paid for this? Move VIP from one spot to another. It's easy. It should be easy. It would be easy were there not three dozen of these clunky machines standing between them and the shuttle he took to get here, which was also their way out of here. Two grumbles and slips back behind cover as the droids continue their ponderous, lazy march forward. They chatter to each other in their little high-pitched tones. Kinda cute.

He leans out again, poorly timed, and a blaster bolt blows the other half of his face off. Two falls and goes awfully still for a moment before his limbs all snap back to life simultaneously, and he sits upright in a smooth motion like a spring uncoiling, head turning to Braig like a doll's turning in the joint.

"Next lesson: luck is a term for people who lack the ability to measure, observe, and ergo influence probability, y'know." He hums as his voice box reboots and he reloads his gun. It's shaped like a slugthrower but it's clearly not one. Looks more like a modified K-16 Bryar pistol or even an MW-20. A sudden storm of enemy fire beginning to concentrate all around them muffles his words a bit. The droids were trying to flush them out like rats.

"By the way, do you have a grenade on you?"

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[[ Went thru and read Braig’s bio since we haven’t imteracted yet, feel free to correct details or brainstorm further

While riding as a passenger aboard Nero’s ship, Braig uses the Simulac-Room to show snippets of the SW Galaxy’s past with holograms. Unfortunately safety protocols glitched and disengaged— forcing them to run a veritable gauntlet of one history textbook chapter after another until repairs can be effected outside the chamber.

Nero tries to get out of a deal he made with at least one of the major crime syndicates over gambling debts. The deal itself was made before encountering Braig but the consequences kick in after the jedi becomes an acquaintance.

Failed attempts to bargain with traders like the Jawas after they grab some of Nero’s robots and add them to the droid inventory. Which then results in trying to break into a sand crawler.

Nero gets a lightsaber (derogatory) (this could end very badly)

[realitieswarped]

@kyberled continued from here

Billy sits down next to him, making sure to give enough space so that he felt comfortable. He scuffed the toe of his shoe against the ground absently.

He nodded at the other teens comment.

He desperately hoped the others were alright. Clearly the transport spell had worked, but why it had sent him somewhere different than the others was a mystery to him. He wished Teddy was here, at least he knew a bit more about space stuff than Billy did.

"I don't, but I can try to figure that out." Billy said, reaching out with his powers. The familiar smell of ozone and a staticky crackle filled the air around them, his words heavy with power when he spoke next, "I want to know the way out."

The energy jumped at his fingertips, but quickly spluttered out, revealing nothing to him.

"Seriously?! Now?" Billy groaned in frustration, running his hands through his hair. He had just started to really understand his powers, why did they have to make things difficult again?

[shardgathered]

asthelios peeked around the corner, watching their parents talk fervently - they aren't sure what it is about until catching the word 'visitor'. a visitor in amaurot! rarely anyone came to their planet, last time had been an emergency landing. though whatever news those people had brought, had put the grown ups on edge ever since.

they had never liked change and most of all, any involvement in it.

"can I come with you?" crius turned around to his child, regarding them for but a moment before nodding "if you can find your mask quickly" asthelios beamed and rushed to their room to grab their mask - all of them wore it when outside, especially when in the presence of strangers. white masks that left the lower half of their faces exposed.

it didn't take them long to arrive at the landing pad. their father greeted the stranger with a polite smile "forgive me for only arriving now - we did not expect anyone. I am crius, this is my child asthelios. our leadership is currently in an assembly so I am here instead. we do not often receive guests from outside of our planet so I hope it is not offensive if I ask directly how we may help you?" — @kyberled .

[healerrs]

"Master? If you've got a moment, would you mind joining me for some forms?"

She looked up from what she was doing at the sound of Braig's voice, a smile quickly spreading across her face.

"Ah, Braig. Of course I will join you."

Essa hesitated for a moment before standing. The paperwork could wait, even if Master Che might have a few choice words to say about it. She quickly tidied her workspace, then nodded to the padawan, signalling that she was ready.

[purplebladedhand]

[toss]

[ toss ] from a secret hiding spot only receiver and sender can see as they avoid an enemy, sender silently gestures to receiver to toss them (their gun, something valuable, etc.)

Mara's heart won't stop racing in her chest. Pounding, unceasing, beat after beat, like it's just getting closer and closer to bursting out of her rib cage. The dreams. The voices and screams. For years, they'd grown louder and more common. The sickly sweet crooning in her nightmares- execute- my empire- rise darth vader-

Master Yoda always stressed focussing on the here, and the now.

Now the here and the now was her nightmare. The troopers (family, friends, trusted warriors in battle, they had her back and she had theirs) turned on them. A blasterbolt catches Mara's arm; she bits her lip to keep down the scream as she falls behind the half wall of stone.

She twists her head around, desperately searching the area for any sign of- There. Behind a tree, not far away. Braig; does she imagine that the fear she feels is echoed on his face?

He gestures, and in the force, she feels the details of what he wants her to do. On her belt, is a rack of grenades (Boomstick gave them to her, not two days before, said she needed a distance weapon, even if she'd bad at aiming her throws). She takes two out; small enough to hold in one hand.

She doesn't arm them- just tosses them towards Braid.

She doesn't know why her nightmares have come real. Why their troops have turned on them. She only knows that Braig is still her friend, still feels true in the Force.

And if he wants her to toss him some of her grenades, she'll do it without a thought.

[niner1309]

TAKE :)

[ TAKE ]: sender takes a hit meant for receiver | ACCEPTING

It happened fast. Niner had been chatting to Braig when the civvie pulled out the gun. He was one of those anti-clone fanatics, somebody who believed genetically altered super soldiers were better off dead before they turned on society or some osik. Niner hadn’t even noticed the man when Braig grabbed the commando’s shoulder and pushed him down, ultimately taking the shot himself.

Niner whirled around, drew his rifle, and shot the man dead. A scream rippled through the crowd, sending people into panic. Niner paid no mind. Instead, he rushed to Braig to assess the damage. The padawan was bleeding.

“I'm here, Commander,” Niner said, slipping into Sergeant mode. "You're going to be okay."

[purplebladedhand]

for @kyberled

She dangles her feet in the pool; the cool water grounds her. It's like she can feel the thoughts being washed away (thoughts, dreams, it's all the same to Mara). Cool and calm, cool and calm. She kicks her foot out, watches the ripples move around the pool. These areas are always so quiet in the early pre-dawn times.

When she's most often visiting them.

She hears footsteps coming up behind her, and gives out a sigh. There's still on a smile on her face though, because she knows who it mostly likely is.

"Sneaking out of your padawan dorm again, Braig? Tut, tut. What will you master say?"