Location: Unknown
Date: Unknown
Time: Unknown
Mission: Kill

That had been the only information you were given by the First Order as your band of prisoners of war went to fight. What they didn't give in data, they made up for in logistics. Armor of the First Order, with rifles, grenades, communicators, everything you would need to fight decisively. A red band had been painted along the arms and legs of all of your armors, to easily distinguish the mandalorians from the true First Order.

Surprisingly, the director of the facility had accompanied the mandalorians as overall battallion commander, traveling in her own ship as you and your comrades traveled in combatant transport ships.

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Jax checked and double-checked the gear he had been given.  His father had always taught him to verify that everything was in working order before a fight.

He had been training daily with the armor.  The armor must fit like glove and be an extension of your body...it wasn't quite to that point yet, but he was feeling more comfortable in it.  During training, he would mingle with the others, trying to get a feel for who he'd be fighting with...trying to win their trust in him.

When he wasn't training, he spent time meditating.  Searching within himself.

OOC: Not the greatest reintroduction post, but, have to start somewhere.  Training, mingling, meditating...

In the seeming quiet, you are startled by a strange female voice. One that doesn't seem to come from anyone near you, but also not from the intercom in the ship.

It comes from inside, somehow.

"Well, well. What a Diamond to be found in the rough. I was worried this may all become terribly predictable, but you? You'll make this all interesting, to be sure. I can't wait to see what happens..."