The Monastery of Nomak Drome (IC)

[Echinsu Ocha]

As she waits seated in the briefing room, scetching ideas on a datapad, EO glances over to her bio-sensor as it blinks.
_________:______:::_______:_______::: indicating life.
"Nice, I knew I weren't alone"
She re-codes her datapad to file the info and shuts it down.

[Iorus Lion]

Iorus stands silent in a dark corner. Eager, but not showing it. Knowing that searching for the secrets of Nomak Drome is not to be taken lightly.
He then mutters to himself some passages he read in the Krath Library:

"From the halls of Cinnagar..." And another bit that came to his mind:

"There are emotions, yet there is balance"

He is not a Force user, but has been taught in the ways of the Krath to the extent of knowing this is important. For Nomak was wise. Even in death.

He then sits down, carefully looking at his comrades, to whom with a slight movement of his head greets.

He waits for the meeting to start.

[Talak Kasra]

Talak sighs while he looks out the viewport at the planet below him. An Ensign wearing the colors and insignias of a Mandalorian clansmen approaches him before snapping to attention. "Alor'aan, your ship has been prepared for your departure." Talak nods, once more glancing at the rock that the Werda Cabur was currently orbiting. Talak had received a priority communication from Grevendar some time ago, asking him to bring a ship that could be used to assist with defending the rock that hovered below so he decided to bring his Corona-class frigate.

Talak took one last look around the bridge before turning, the cape of his ceremonial armor flapping behind him, and making his way down the docking bay. Once there he boarded his personal Aurek, engaging the thrusters and powering towards the station "Some retreat, it looks more like an orbital junk heap" Talak thought, before bringing up his command console and requesting permission to board the station. Once granted he moved towards the assigned docking bay, landing and disembarking from the fighter. Talak took one look around before noticing signs leading towards some sort of briefing room. He sighed once again, noting that it would likely become a frequent expression, before walking towards the briefing room.

[Beskar Indaraes]

Beskar's ship had jumped out of hyperspace near the Colony, Gev's A-wing, already docked. This big ass boat he was flying wasn't going to be able to squeeze in just anywhere so instead of docking he would make his way down with a few of his senior officers and board his personal Skipray-blastboat, taking the three of them with him to the colony where he'd land and make his way to the briefing room.

All three individuals. Beskar included were drapped in flowing black and purple robes. Hooded, with gold accents. Beskar himself carried a blaster rifle, however the others were armed with vibroblades. The warrior monks would seemingly stick out in the crowd, though they all remained somewhat suspiciously silent as they observed and waited for the others to arrive. A simple nod of the head, the only greeting between Grev, and Beskar.

[Grevendar Togl]

-GM Post-

Looking over the assembled group, Grev only wished he had more to tell them.

"Greetings and welcome to the Exocron System. This mission is thankfully not one in the middle of a battleground, but it is dangerous nonetheless. Some of you may die, others may be injured, so I caution you all to take care."

Grev motioned and the holoprojector sprang into life.



"This is Professor Vynan Da'Shien, expert in ritualistic settlements and famed historian with a habit of investigating abandoned and buried locations. 3 months ago the Professor was approached regarding the investigation, recovery and cataloguing of all artifacts and equipment from the Monastery of the reclusive Krath Lord Nomak Drome, expert on the Order of Krath. He was accompanied on his studies by 2 companions, only known by their images".





"It is essential that we establish what is happening. To put it bluntly, the monastery was built by Nomak himself, we have no idea what is inside and only the efforts of the Professor and his team were promising. We received regular progress reports up until last week, when a death was reported among the team. Since then we have had no communications. Our mission is to land at the monastery, locate the remaining team members, obtain the best information they have and then help them finish the task at hand. We will all be taking one of the survery shuttles down together, a DX-9 dropship.

Before we leave, I will now take any questions, although my information is limited".

[Cuyan Hulo]

After docking with the Exocron Retreat, Cuyan quickly flags downs a Rodian technician and gets directions to the briefing room. Fully equipped in his heavy battle armor sans the helmet, he clanks his way down the clean-looking hallways of the space station. He slips into the briefing room, meeting still underway and nods to the group before leaning up against the wall. He looks over the holoprojections and takes out his datapad and types in a few notes regarding the targets and the Monastery. From outside the room, he could hear his T3 unit beeping loudly in a frantic tone. Cuyan shrugs and thinks to himself that its probably just some poor technician messing with the wrong droid. A smile forms on his face as he focuses back in on the group meeting.

[Echinsu Ocha]

As EO transfers the images of the twi'lek and togruta to her datapad, she couldn't help but blert out....
"Are they members of the bluewomangroup?"
But without a pause, she kept asking,
"The droids, will they be able to travel thru the site without delay?,and besides traps and such, resistance of outside foe?"

Knowing now that travel to will be by dropship,EO pushes a tan button on her datapad, which puts her YT-1210 in standby mode.only life support active.

[Beskar Indaraes]

After listening Beskar would transfer the information to his datapad and tuck it away. He would be interested in hearing what the others had to ask, and figured that all the other questions would be thusly covered. He would listen and take notes instead, making sure to write down any extra information. The more that the group knew before walking into a deathtrap, because essentially this is what this probably was, was vital. He did however, make a statement.

"We're going to need medical on standby once we hit the ground."

[Iorus Lion]

Lion stands up to ask:

"Are we getting a map of the temple? I am thinking of something partial, for if the excavation team had already written down some areas.
I think it would be recommended to use one."

Iorus knows it was too much to ask to get the locations of the diverse traps, but it was worth asking. Precautions are never enough.

[Varro Belle]

With his back turned to the private door, Varro clicked the heavy belt into place, slightly adjusting the straps. He continuously was looking down at the datapad and holoprojector, the datapad providing an image of the briefing room from a security camera and the holoprojector bringing the same images Grevendar flashed to his audience; both played audio in harmony, occasionally muffled due to picking up shuffling in the room by other members. As Varro grabbed both blaster pistols by their handles a holstered them, the image of the Twilik appeared on the holoprojector.

She certainly did look better without the uniform last time I saw her.

Bringing small straps over the protruding handles of the guns, he snapped the straps into place, and wiggled the gun quickly but gently to ensure the strap held. Next, he reached for the blades, picking them up in the usual manner so that it would be easy to sheath. Varro slid the blades into their respected locations in under his cloak. He new it would not be long before the new designs would come in from Belle Industries to be adjusted before put on the production line. Still, Varro would miss the current design dearly, but knew the old design would not be in vain, for his family's guard would still be in need of such a design for future endeavors.

Varro grabbed the DLT-20a by it's strap, and swung it over his head and shoulder, adjusting the strap so that the weapon rested snug under his backpack.

"We will all be taking one of the survery shuttles down together, a DX-9 dropship."

Varro smirked and lightly scoffed at this notion.

What was it Jeraq had said before... Varro mused to himself in his head.

Varro snatched up the datapad on the table, navigating out of the security camera to access the Death Stroke. Finding a suitable dropship among the fighters and bombers, Varro sent a request to his crew to prepare and dock his transport to the monastery. Setting the datapad back down with the live security footage back to the forefront of the screen, Varro deactivated the holoprojector, and reattached it to a fastener on his belt. As he grabbed some other tools and items used hours ago, he opened a spare pouch to temporarily store them.

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While questions were being brought up, Varro was walking down one of the halls, nightstinger in his hands, probe droid hovering a pace behind him, and head held high. With the datapad synced to his armor's systems, Varro listened as the audio played in his helmet. Upon hearing Beskar's question, Varro reached for the controls on his wrist, securing a connection with his flagship.

"Death Stroke, add on my personal Sprint to the requisition. It seems our man in OoK may have some use for it while on our operation," Varro said, closing the line after confirmation and heading to the nearest docking bay.