Troop Transport ship
Nancora Orbit, Nancora Prime
Mactire sat on a rough seat towards the back of the ship. The troops on board were talking to each other. Most of the troops were greenhorns compared to him and a select few. Though this was his first Civil War, he wasn’t going to let that show. He looked down on his data pad again rereading the orders that had come arrived for him. He was to link up on the Shattered Legacy, and infiltrate an enemy base on Nancora.
Sirens blared as the lights shifted from a light color to a deep red. Some of the troops looked at each other while others stated to put on their helmets and gear up. The ones that were looking at each other showed hints of confusion and terror on their faces. Though deep down Mactire knew he was scared as well he tried not show it. Not after fighting some undead creatures.
“Look alive people seems we entered in the sector hot.” The pilot called shouted back towards everyone.
“Everyone strap in and stay put!” The squad leader shouted through his helmet, trying to take control of the situation
“Priority message for Mactire. Would you like it over the P.A. system sir?” The pilot shouted back while doing a heavy roll to avoid weapons fire from an enemy ship.
Slowly getting up, Mactire sighed heavily. “Who’s it from?” Probably it was Sang letting him know too late
“From Tasha’Vel sir. It’s marked urgent.” the pilot says with a hint of worry in his voice as a blaster shot hits the side of the ship, shaking it violently.
The Shadow slowly makes his way towards the cockpit. “Alright play the message, audio only.” he says calmly, and loud so that no one will worry. The fear that he can sense is slowly rising with each passing moment.
Tasha’Vel’s voice comes across the comms, with a hint of urgency and worry in her voice. “Varuk Kru, Armad, Mactire, and Katarina this is an urgent message. I need you all to come to the Shattered Legacy around Nancora’s orbit. There is a matter I need to discuss with you all privately. I will be in the conference room of Shattered Legacy. Please come ASAP. There is no more time to spare.”
Mactire looked at the pilot and smirked. “You got the flight path to the Shattered Legacy?”
The pilot looks up at the Shadow with a worried glance in his eyes. “Yes sir.”
“Good shoot them a message let them know we are coming in hot and heavy, and also tell them to have Tasha’Vel standing by for a special delivery” The Shadow says mockingly before returning to his seat.
An all comms response came back from the Shattered Legacy filled with static. “Message received, prepare for emergency entry with quick landing.”
“Hold onto something!” The pilot shouted as the approached the vessel.
Their landing was rough as they skidded across the landing bay, the bottom of their ship scraping against the metal, causing sparks to fly in every direction. As the bay shields quickly went up the pilots were counting their blessings, while opening up the hatch for everyone.
Several of the troops had thrown up in their helmets, as the Grey Jedi walked slowly down the ramp, his cloak flowing as if there was a wind around him. He looked around and quickly found someone in the hangar.
“Which way to the conference room? I’m expected by an angry Sith.” Mactire says in a jester’s tone.
“As soon as you explain to me what the hell you were thinking when you crashed that transport into MY ship!” an angry tone arose from behind the Shadow, sending a terrifying chill down his spine.
Slowly turning around to face the presence behind him, Mactire gulped loudly. As he completely turned around he say the furry in the figure behind him. It was his worst nightmare, Tasha’Vel was angry with him again.
“Well look on the bright side at least I wasn’t flying, and it wasn’t a holocam this time.” the Grey Jedi mutters nervously.
“Mactire, you and I are gonna have a long talk after this mission.” The Twi’lek shouts with an intense rage behind her voice.
“Great haven’t even started and already I’m in trouble what’s next more undead?” The Shadow muttered shaking his head.