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Gilamar Skirata

Gilamar Skirata

Member Since 26 May 2013
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In Topic: Achilles

Yesterday, 05:32 PM

*makes note*

In Topic: A New Junction [Mandalorian Empire dominion of Feriae Junction]

16 January 2019 - 09:38 PM

Objective: Survive the attack!

Allies: Mig Gred Ambrose Cadera Kaine Australis Cassiopeia Australis Yasha Cadera

Enemies: Amun


The bacta flowed through him like a cool river. The darkness eating away at the corners of his vision slowly began to recede, but then the side effects of the bacta began to kick in and his eyelids fluttered closed and locked him in darkness. The limp body of Gilamar was heavy, but probably not as heavy to the large amazonian woman. The red clad guards moved with the Mandalorians as they moved from the room. Hawke limped along with help.


"There's a med bay, 12th floor. He looks bad, we need to get him into a tank ASAP, he's loosing too much blood under all that armor," Hawke's voice rasped. Despite thinking of the older man first, Hawke was in no better shape. The warrior struggled against the sedative laced bacta stim he'd received. The bleeding had thankfully been stopped because of his armor, Gil on the other hand hadn't even seemed to have a chance to activate his own internal tourniquet and was dripping blood between plates. 


They could find the hunter later, or maybe not. After all, they had all survived the attack. But it had gotten Hawke thinking...Who had hired the killer? Who wanted to weaken Junction so badly as to assassinate himself and the Mandalorians? Maybe the Sith were already at his door and he just didn't realize it. 

In Topic: Rule Tweaks

12 January 2019 - 11:55 AM

I always figured words like "true" and "Official" didn't matter anyways, the same way having a "canon" named company is just...a name. Instead of saying "You can't use these words in the name" instead how about a tweak saying that those words don't recognize as any one faction more legitimate over another of the same name?


Let's not police words now. Treat the names like we already do Canon items and Canon names, especially since those words help separate and indicate the goals of said faction. For example, now we have two Chiss Ascendencies. While the idea of having two of the same faction isn't an issue, actually distinguishing the two at a glance is. Where before one could glance at the names of said factions and potentially ascertain loose goals or even the kind of faction it would be.



EDIT: And on a clerical side-note, I imagine it would cause the same sorts of confusion in searches that I assume are also the reason why players can't have the same name? 


Valiens Nantaris

In Topic: A New Junction [Mandalorian Empire dominion of Feriae Junction]

06 January 2019 - 11:03 AM

Mig's comment drew both Gil's and Hawke's gaze. Hawke cared little for these scientific achievements. Junction was not a world devastated by ecological disaster like Mandalore. In fact, it was relatively safe, functional, and modern. They weren't a verdant garden world by any means, it didn't have any major exports except old Mandalorian weapons and war artifacts. The occasional Mandalorian, Sith Imperial, or Republic helmet. Hawke had heard rumors of people finding lightsabers out past the walls of New Junction, but other than that it mostly imported goods and exported labor and some minor minerals.


But the people were happy, safe, and satiated. He didn't need the Mandalorians to show him their harvests, he needed to be sure they weren't going to abandon the planet again...And that he would keep power here himseslf. Before Hawke could say anything to either Mig or Cass Gil stood up to address the rather talkative guard. He'd had time to read up on Mig on the way planetside. There were rumors that he was force sensitive but the old man cared little for "feelings" and other mysticism. 


"Mig, let me speak to you for a moment outs-"


He didn't finish his sentence. While the shots would miss the visor because he stood, the shots from the rifle shattered the transparisteel of the window in dramatic fashion. Gil whipped his head towards the window to check if Yasha and Hawke were alright, but found his vision turning upward quickly. Suddenly his face was on the cool star speckled black tile and he had no recollection of falling. His breathing was labored and his head was throbbing. Through a cracked visor he looked down at his armor which was already slick with blood. Slugthrower? No, it was too quiet for a slugthrower. A shatter rifle of some sort, probably Verpine.


He winced.


"Get cover," he croaked loudly just in case anyone was too shocked to move. The shot had hit him somewhere in his torso between the creases in his armor and a second shot had cracked him in the head, leaving a dent in his helmet and his visor cracked. He could feel blood dribbling down from somewhere on his head. Until he got to a medbay there was no telling exactly how serious the wound was, but he'd been shot enough times to know this one was bad. His armor didn't have any sort of triage systems in place. For now all he could do was reach into his utility...


Darkness clawed at his vision and the sounds of the office and claxons began to fade out in his left eye and then the right. Gil was down.




The shots through the window rained transparisteel down on the group. Luckily it had been designed to not fall in large shards and fell harmlessly as little nuggets and pebbles, though a few of them did scratch his face under his beard. His arms went up and he turned his back to the large pane of glass to protect himself from further cuts and he leaped to his left so as to not run into Yasha. He felt a shatter rifle round clip his shoulder. It lodged itself in the armor with a crack, the force of which threw off his leap. The second one cut an artery in his leg. It didn't hurt much, but he was losing blood fast. 


The man barked out a curse and started tapping buttons on his wrist mounted controller. Without anything to bite on he groaned as inwardly as possible as the bodyglove underneath his armor began to tighten and reform, creating a tourniquet. After that he couldn't feel his right leg, not a good sign, but he had one good one. 


"Initiate shut down! Find the assassin!" Immediately after that, two red legion commandos burst into the room. They both went around the room in opposite directions in a sweep. The one closest to Hawke helped him up and acted as his crutch. Alarms blared throughout the spaceport.


"Gil has stims in his utility belt usually, get one in him now," the older man barked at the three other Mandalorians if they hadn't been wounded. "Get him up we need to go!"


Amun Cassiopeia Australis Mig Gred Yasha Cadera

In Topic: A New Junction [Mandalorian Empire dominion of Feriae Junction]

05 January 2019 - 09:11 PM

Hawke frowned at Yasha's statement. Whether or not that had been her attempt at humor he couldn't tell. It seemed that the young warrior lacked discretion or modesty on top of an apparent lack in diplomatic skills, though that was a field many Mandalorians struggled in. There were other ways to gallivant across the galaxy collecting allies than showing up with enough firepower to reduce a continent to dust. 


"There are plenty of smaller, less threatening ships a leader could have brought to what is supposed to be a diplomatic meeting without bringing the firepower to wage a full campaign while not being the equivalent to a junk hauler or...stripper pole. But I digress,"


Her question about his artifacts brought a playful grin to Hawke's lips as the strangely armored Mand'alor inspected Hawke's small tribute to Mandalorian war and conflict. He was a little confused at her cryptic comment about Rekali though. Every military leader worth their salt knew that Ember had been dead for years now. He cast Gil a quizzical look but the old man's black visor stared back at him, giving him nothing in the way of confirmation or closure. 


His brows raised as his smirk turned to a wistful smile as he thought back to his younger days.


"You could say a little bit of all of that," he replied about her inquiry on Rekali's symbols. And then the guard spoke, unannounced and frankly un-needed. He wanted to retort but again Yasha began to speak and he decided it was more to his benefit to listen to her than worry about the loose tongue of a guard. Sitting in his chair the woman towered over him and he felt himself tense up as she spoke down to him, her tone grave. Much of what she said was true. An Alor-class was formidable, able to take the brunt of an assault from multiple warships on its own and when supported by some of the other smaller ships and station emplacements, Junction could prove a difficult world to take with conventional means.  


The mere mention of the Sith Empire's flagship drew a reaction from Hawke and he started to think that maybe Gilamar wasn't crazy for bringing Yasha along. It was good to see potential partners true colors and he had a feeling he was getting a glimpse of her's. But her height was beginning to get to him and so he started to stand when the meeting was again interrupted by someone he wasn't sure should be there. He stood quickly, years of combat and war and survival kicking in...Only to see a rather beautiful young woman with a tray of...what he could only assume was food enter. He stood and listened to the Mand'alor, all the while trying to judge if the Mandalorians had truly gone soft. In other words, examining the young blonde woman with a look of confusion and intrigue. 


"Hrmm...Maybe the Mando'ade aren't lost," he said quietly but loud enough for all to hear.


Yasha Cadera @Amun @Cassiopeia Australis Mig Gred