OOC: Saffron, his speakers were off when he said that, mainly so Keesa wouldn't hear him swearing at the ship.

IC: "We aren't going to have a helmet your size, ma'am, nor greaves or bracers. You should be able to fit into the breastplate with little discomfort and paldrons should only be a little large. ((I'm kind of guessing on her size as being quite a bit smaller and less bulky than a clone, but if not, correct me and I'll edit))

While walking back towards the armoury, Cam opened a link to the pilot. "Gree, what have you done to the ship?"

"I didn't do anything, Cam," the pilot replied over their closed comlink. "The engines and hyperdrive shut down for no reason. Well, there's always a reason, but not one that I can tell."

"Alright, ner vod, what's the extent of the damage?"

"The undercarriage took the worst of it. The front end is mangled up pretty bad, but the engines are mostly intact, if still not working. I've got Sev up here checking the extent of the damage."

"Right," Cam said. "Get General Skywalker on the line and report that same information to him."

"Aye, Boss."

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Where once eight Gods did war and will,
And if the Gods themselves may die,
What does that say for you and I?

Now, three Gods wait on the windowsill
Where one God's blood was lately spilled
While black tongues lap at the spreading pool
And build the strength they need to rule.

"If you check the logs you'll find a slight energy spike when your systems went down," Tilon said from behind Cam.

He had slipped in the ship quit easily.

"It's eminating from behidn the planets moon."

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One of the DC-17s was pointed at Tilon's head before he even spoke. "Two things, di'kut," Cam spoke without turning around. "One: never try and sneak into my ship. Two: never come up behind a clone silently unless you want to be ventilated. Multiple times. In the head." Inside, Cam was berating himself for not turning off the speakers on his helmet; he had assumed the ship would be safe. 'Keep your kovid out of the clouds, Cam.'

"Now, who are you and can you give me one good reason not to shoot you dead right now, takisit?"

OOC: Translations: di'kut=idiot or something slightly more impolite if the speaker wants it to; kovid=head; takisit=any insult the speaker wants when it (takisit) is being used as a noun. And ner vod from the last post meant my brother.

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Four Gods wait on the windowsill,
Where once eight Gods did war and will,
And if the Gods themselves may die,
What does that say for you and I?

Now, three Gods wait on the windowsill
Where one God's blood was lately spilled
While black tongues lap at the spreading pool
And build the strength they need to rule.

"Hey, look... If I wanted to die I would have just stayed out on the baren snow planet and waited for the storm to hit," Tilon said with all seriousness.

"And like I said... "If you check the logs you'll find a slight energy spike when your systems went down... coming from behidn the planets moon."


Tilon glacned around, then peered aimlesly at Cam's gun for a moment. "Nice gun..."

"Anyways..." Tilon shook his head. "I crashed here a few weeks ago. I was out looking around when I saw your ship crash."

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Mas sighed and shook his head at Cam. "Udesii, Captain. He's not worth you time." Then, he turned to Tilon. "You'd find an ENERGY SPIKE because the Seperatists on Toola, are the ones responsible for this crash, you clueless idiot." he snapped, struggling to keep his Cathar temper.

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"As I said, don't try and sneak up on me," Cam said in response to Tilon's comment about dying. Cam had to admire his levelheadness and attempt to make conversation with the barrel of one of the most powerful handguns in the galaxy a few inches from his face. "It's a customized DC-17, so don't be expecting to see more than these two."

Cam smiled behind his helmet when Mas came up, but holstered his gun upon the Cathar's command. "Whatever you say, boss." He turned his attention back to Keesa, but kept an eye on Tillon through the omnidirectional HUD in his helmet, "Lets get you that armour."

Cam really did love that ability, the unobstructed 360 degree field of view offered to him by his modified helmet. Some of the mods were probably illegal, as he had taken them from the corpses of Mandalorians his commands had fought until he learned enough to recreate their HUD interface in his helmet.

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Four Gods wait on the windowsill,
Where once eight Gods did war and will,
And if the Gods themselves may die,
What does that say for you and I?

Now, three Gods wait on the windowsill
Where one God's blood was lately spilled
While black tongues lap at the spreading pool
And build the strength they need to rule.

{Ah, sorry about that. And you're right, Keesa's much smaller than a clone...}

Keesa frowned, still uncormfortable with the idea of armour. Master Civen had said that she would probably need it, but it seemed to go against her trianii nature. "Alright," she sighed. Her fingers brushed over the hilt of her lightsaber, subconsciously, and she gave a curious glance at Tilon.

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I've lost my faith in so many things but I still believe in You

Tilon could feel Keesa's glare, almost like the eyes of a predator in the night... but somehow less threatening.

He glanced over to her and with a gentl smile nodded in a sideways motion.


He then turned back to the troopers. "Sepratists may be the last of your worries. There is a sith... oh, and did I mention they were building an ion cannon?"

He glanced back over at Cam. "Nice modifications by the way. I knew a guy who used to do 'em just like that." He flashed a wry smile.

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"Sweet," one of the troopers that accompanied Mas said. "More things to blow up."

Cam gave a short laugh at that, "Just don't blow us up, okay." He entered the armoury and began to rummage around for a breastplate that wasn't damaged or scratched. He found one that was in almost perfect condition, with only a minor ding from the impact. "Here," he tossed the breastplate to Keesa, "try this on."

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Four Gods wait on the windowsill,
Where once eight Gods did war and will,
And if the Gods themselves may die,
What does that say for you and I?

Now, three Gods wait on the windowsill
Where one God's blood was lately spilled
While black tongues lap at the spreading pool
And build the strength they need to rule.

Tilon looked around the ship. It was a nice ship. Much better than hishad been. He wondered if maybe there wasn't an internal reason why it went down.

However, he had already pushed his luck he wasn't about to suggest a traitor in the ranks...not yet anyway.

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Anakin crouched in the snow, slowly moving towards the ship with his lightsaber still ignited. He pulled his comlink out. "Cam, what's going on over there? I think we might be under attack."

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{Wasn't exactly a glare but okay. xD}

Keesa put the breastplate on, struggling to keep from grimacing at it.
"Yeah. It fits. I guess."

She turned her attention back to Tilon. "You said something about a Sith? I thought one was killed on Tattooine, years ago. Anyways...who are you?"

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I've lost my faith in so many things but I still believe in You

(sorry, meant glare more as gaze not as agitated look )

Tilon looked back over to the young Jedi. "Yeah... I detected a Sith before crashing. Don't have much info on it but my sources say it's probably a padawan that has been stationed here to 'prove his worth' to his master by running the opperation."

Tilon paused, seemingly going over his words in his mind to check and make sure he got everything right.

"I'm from... everywhere actually. I travel.. live in my ship.. well used to before I crashed it."

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Anakin ran into camp with his cloak flying and his lightsaber ignited. "We're under attack!" He glanced at Tilon and glared. "Where's Cam?"

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"Over here, General," Cam shouted from the armoury, stepping out with his DC-15S in hand. He opened a comlink to Gree outside the ship, but quickly cut the link when electronic feedback squealed in his ear. "Generals, the comms are being jammed." He gestured at the two clones flanking Mas with a gloved finger, "You two, guard the jetii (Jedi) and aruetii (foreigner, outsider, traitor). Make sure they don't die; I'm going topside."

With that, Cam took off sprinting towards the upper decks, boots making light clanking noises as the plastoid armour hit durasteel decks.

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Four Gods wait on the windowsill,
Where once eight Gods did war and will,
And if the Gods themselves may die,
What does that say for you and I?

Now, three Gods wait on the windowsill
Where one God's blood was lately spilled
While black tongues lap at the spreading pool
And build the strength they need to rule.

"Forget that!
Tilon said with a grin. "You can guard the Jedi, but no five foot-semi-intelegent gun-wielding munchkins are going to run me into hiding."


Tilon grabbed his gun and sprinted atop the ship. He fell flat on his belly and shouldered his sniper rifle. Seconds later the first shot rnag out and one of the creatures dropped to the ground.

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