Daxar Maverick
Captain of the IC Strike Force
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“To sleep, perchance to dream – ay, there’s the rub” [First Order Dominion of Vassek]
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Daxar Maverick
Captain of the IC Strike Force
Objective 3: Jetpack Freak
Post: 1/20
Allies: OK-3103 Viktor Alexander Evangeline Ovmar Greifen Ren Arthan Corvax Kriel Firin Miles Cormin [member="Larry Cheswa"]
Enemies: Elaine Thulhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/5345-elaine-thul/
Arsenal: DLT-19 Heavy Blaster, Jetpack, Stormtrooper Armor
Location: Vassek
Daxar was just about to launch out of a First Order star destroyer. It had been a while since he had been in battle. Things were going to be different, he was back, ready, and new and improved.
Once the star destroyer reached the planet, he launched out on his jetpack, checking his surroundings. No enemie soldiers near. Ugh, there wasn't ever anybody to kill around here.
"This is Captain Daxar Maverick, I have landed, do you copy?" He reported into his comlink.
Post: 1/20
Allies: OK-3103 Viktor Alexander Evangeline Ovmar Greifen Ren Arthan Corvax Kriel Firin Miles Cormin [member="Larry Cheswa"]
Enemies: Elaine Thulhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/5345-elaine-thul/
Arsenal: DLT-19 Heavy Blaster, Jetpack, Stormtrooper Armor
Location: Vassek
Daxar was just about to launch out of a First Order star destroyer. It had been a while since he had been in battle. Things were going to be different, he was back, ready, and new and improved.
Once the star destroyer reached the planet, he launched out on his jetpack, checking his surroundings. No enemie soldiers near. Ugh, there wasn't ever anybody to kill around here.
"This is Captain Daxar Maverick, I have landed, do you copy?" He reported into his comlink.
Clovis Torcularis
The Wretched Prodigal Son
Objective 5: Scavenger hunt
Post: 5:20
Allies: Unknown
Enemies: Unknown
The Force apparition slowly melted away, leaving me feeling like I struck a critical blow against my ghostly foe. Then to my surprise, I began to feel unfamiliar stirring within the Force. What I felt wasn't quite alive, but it was alive. Rather several entities being alive. Droids! I whipped my head from side to side, accepting the disturbing notification that I was being surrounded. First I removed my lightsaber, if it could be called that, and secondly went for my comlink. My lips, if one could see them, frowned when my ears picked up an eerie static coming from the device.
I was being jammed!
Above my head, I heard little feet moving across the run-downed building's floor. Both to my right and left, sounds of approaching feet drew closer. "Act one," I barked igniting my lightsaber. Turning me into the fleshy meat of a droid sandwich, several waist size droids emerged to my left and right, followed by the cackling laugh of the disembodied Jedi. The droids all produced medium sized electrically charged pinchers.
"Well played!" In my haste to try to act all tough, I had left myself alone by sending the soldiers outside. Now I could scream real loud in hopes of them hearing me, but that is not how I play. Instead, I charged the series of droids on my right, sweeping my hot blade in front of me. Even outnumbered, I still was far more dangerous than them, as long as I didn't try to overreach myself of what I could do.
I crashed through the wave on the right, killing a hand few in the process. I turned around quickly, taking notice that they were not as maneuverable as I. With their backs to me, they began to turn around at a snail's pace. I don't possess a lot of Darkside abilities yet, and those that I do know would not help me in this situation. But I do have a belt with some interesting toys. With a strong Force Push, well as strong as I can achieve, I sent the turning brigade into the center of the room where they greeted their incoming mates. Acting like my life depending on it, I reached into my belt and grabbed a few pulse-like grenades and hurled them at the droids.
With a loud bang, nearly all the droids where sent to electrical shut-down stasis. The rest of the droids I dealt with easy enough. But I still had the overhead group to deal with, and through the Force I could detect they were drawing closer.
Post: 5:20
Allies: Unknown
Enemies: Unknown
The Force apparition slowly melted away, leaving me feeling like I struck a critical blow against my ghostly foe. Then to my surprise, I began to feel unfamiliar stirring within the Force. What I felt wasn't quite alive, but it was alive. Rather several entities being alive. Droids! I whipped my head from side to side, accepting the disturbing notification that I was being surrounded. First I removed my lightsaber, if it could be called that, and secondly went for my comlink. My lips, if one could see them, frowned when my ears picked up an eerie static coming from the device.
I was being jammed!
Above my head, I heard little feet moving across the run-downed building's floor. Both to my right and left, sounds of approaching feet drew closer. "Act one," I barked igniting my lightsaber. Turning me into the fleshy meat of a droid sandwich, several waist size droids emerged to my left and right, followed by the cackling laugh of the disembodied Jedi. The droids all produced medium sized electrically charged pinchers.
"Well played!" In my haste to try to act all tough, I had left myself alone by sending the soldiers outside. Now I could scream real loud in hopes of them hearing me, but that is not how I play. Instead, I charged the series of droids on my right, sweeping my hot blade in front of me. Even outnumbered, I still was far more dangerous than them, as long as I didn't try to overreach myself of what I could do.
I crashed through the wave on the right, killing a hand few in the process. I turned around quickly, taking notice that they were not as maneuverable as I. With their backs to me, they began to turn around at a snail's pace. I don't possess a lot of Darkside abilities yet, and those that I do know would not help me in this situation. But I do have a belt with some interesting toys. With a strong Force Push, well as strong as I can achieve, I sent the turning brigade into the center of the room where they greeted their incoming mates. Acting like my life depending on it, I reached into my belt and grabbed a few pulse-like grenades and hurled them at the droids.
With a loud bang, nearly all the droids where sent to electrical shut-down stasis. The rest of the droids I dealt with easy enough. But I still had the overhead group to deal with, and through the Force I could detect they were drawing closer.
Larry Cheswa
Second In Command of Sibar Laval. First Order
Objective 3: Golden Eye Larry
Post: 7/20
Allies: All First Order [member="Miles Cormin"]
Enemies: [member="Elaine Thul"]
Lord Only Knows What Side Their On:
The lightning hits my leg and I fall on my face, I get up and take a few shots at the Force user before she runs off back to her base, "YOU BETTER RUN, -pant-, BECAUSE WERE READY FOR ANYTHING! -pant-." I try to walk towards an overturned speeder-bike, "YOW!" I fall on my face again and realize, I broke my leg and sprained my ankle. 'Can it get any worse.' I manage to crawl towards the speeder bike an turn it over. I hop on and head for the main base, "I have to inform command." Then I see my friend, WEC, crawl out of some rubble, "Larry? Larry is that you?" I answer him, "Yes its me WEC, I broke my leg just hop on." He looks at the speeder bike and manages to crawl onto the back of it. The bike speeds off and heads toward the main base running over several enemies. "Nice driving, but will you keep your eyes away from the living speed bumps and towards the front." The speeder stops back at the base where [member="Miles Cormin"] and his squad await. "Hey trooper (Addressing Miles) we need help, I am pretty sure WEC has several broken ribs and I broke and sprained my leg."
Post: 7/20
Allies: All First Order [member="Miles Cormin"]
Enemies: [member="Elaine Thul"]
Lord Only Knows What Side Their On:
The lightning hits my leg and I fall on my face, I get up and take a few shots at the Force user before she runs off back to her base, "YOU BETTER RUN, -pant-, BECAUSE WERE READY FOR ANYTHING! -pant-." I try to walk towards an overturned speeder-bike, "YOW!" I fall on my face again and realize, I broke my leg and sprained my ankle. 'Can it get any worse.' I manage to crawl towards the speeder bike an turn it over. I hop on and head for the main base, "I have to inform command." Then I see my friend, WEC, crawl out of some rubble, "Larry? Larry is that you?" I answer him, "Yes its me WEC, I broke my leg just hop on." He looks at the speeder bike and manages to crawl onto the back of it. The bike speeds off and heads toward the main base running over several enemies. "Nice driving, but will you keep your eyes away from the living speed bumps and towards the front." The speeder stops back at the base where [member="Miles Cormin"] and his squad await. "Hey trooper (Addressing Miles) we need help, I am pretty sure WEC has several broken ribs and I broke and sprained my leg."
Clovis Torcularis
The Wretched Prodigal Son
Objective 5: Scavenger hunt
Post: 6:20
Allies: Unknown
Enemies: Unknown
With the approaching droids, I had two options available to me. First, I could charge toward them and deal with them as menacingly as I could muster. Or I could let them come to me. Risking the chance of being overwhelmed, I went menacingly toward them. I ran toward the far chamber, where a turbolift waited to take me up and up and up. As I ran toward my mechanical raiser, I struck the stasis droids ensuring myself that an attack from behind would not occur. I'm no master demolitions expert, but I know that pulse grenades do not have a long lasting mortality rate.
I entered the turbolift and pressed several black and red buttons, spurring the beast into action. I've said I possessed the Force, but it was not perfect. Yet. I knew they were up there somewhere but I didn't know exactly where. Meaning = floor hopping.
The first two floors were void of the droids, which disheartened me because my grand appearance to deal with them went unnoticed except by that pesky ghost; whom I believed was having a grand time of this. Jerk! By the time I reached the fifth floor, I had lost all interest of making a grand entrance; and in doing so stepped into a narrow hall filled with pint-sized droids who wanted to kill me.
"This is turning into the worst karking day of my life," I huffed. To make things more less hero-like for me, the Jedi Force ghost manifested at the end of the hall with an eerie glowing lightsaber. "How the kark is that even possible!?" As the droids grew closer, I cursed myself for sleeping during the teachings of Force ghosts.
Post: 6:20
Allies: Unknown
Enemies: Unknown
With the approaching droids, I had two options available to me. First, I could charge toward them and deal with them as menacingly as I could muster. Or I could let them come to me. Risking the chance of being overwhelmed, I went menacingly toward them. I ran toward the far chamber, where a turbolift waited to take me up and up and up. As I ran toward my mechanical raiser, I struck the stasis droids ensuring myself that an attack from behind would not occur. I'm no master demolitions expert, but I know that pulse grenades do not have a long lasting mortality rate.
I entered the turbolift and pressed several black and red buttons, spurring the beast into action. I've said I possessed the Force, but it was not perfect. Yet. I knew they were up there somewhere but I didn't know exactly where. Meaning = floor hopping.
The first two floors were void of the droids, which disheartened me because my grand appearance to deal with them went unnoticed except by that pesky ghost; whom I believed was having a grand time of this. Jerk! By the time I reached the fifth floor, I had lost all interest of making a grand entrance; and in doing so stepped into a narrow hall filled with pint-sized droids who wanted to kill me.
"This is turning into the worst karking day of my life," I huffed. To make things more less hero-like for me, the Jedi Force ghost manifested at the end of the hall with an eerie glowing lightsaber. "How the kark is that even possible!?" As the droids grew closer, I cursed myself for sleeping during the teachings of Force ghosts.
Smuggler Captain
Objective 3: Licensed to kill
Post: 8+ 3/20
Allies: All First Order, OK-3103 Viktor Alexander Evangeline Ovmar Greifen Ren Arthan Corvax Kriel Firin Miles Cormin Larry Cheswa
Enemies: Elaine Thul
Once inside the facility Colrenth proceeded to secondary access main frame as it was less heavily guarded than the primary, and it would still provide him with information and access he need. Once he reached the secondary access main frame the first thing he did was to slicing in the targeting system for the facilities internal security systems, and changed to the targeting parameters to for droids and turrets to target everyone in the facility except for him. As he entered the commands I could hear the screams and explosions through the facility, satisfied that would be enough of distraction for him to finish his work, he began to download critical information from the data base, their com frequencies, code words, cipher, encryption protocols, and limited on troop movements and command staff for the military. It took several minutes for the data to download, to his data Pad, once he had the information he came as final touch he set base’s power generators to overload, if this didn’t destroy outright, this couple damage done by reprogramming of the security systems would at least render it ineffective for about a week. With done he made escape and from a secure location not far he watched as the generators blow causing black outs for several blocks and also cause several large explosions through the base. He then opened his secure comlink “Cipher 9 to command, stand by for secure datalink of enemy compunctions data.”
Post: 8+ 3/20
Allies: All First Order, OK-3103 Viktor Alexander Evangeline Ovmar Greifen Ren Arthan Corvax Kriel Firin Miles Cormin Larry Cheswa
Enemies: Elaine Thul
Once inside the facility Colrenth proceeded to secondary access main frame as it was less heavily guarded than the primary, and it would still provide him with information and access he need. Once he reached the secondary access main frame the first thing he did was to slicing in the targeting system for the facilities internal security systems, and changed to the targeting parameters to for droids and turrets to target everyone in the facility except for him. As he entered the commands I could hear the screams and explosions through the facility, satisfied that would be enough of distraction for him to finish his work, he began to download critical information from the data base, their com frequencies, code words, cipher, encryption protocols, and limited on troop movements and command staff for the military. It took several minutes for the data to download, to his data Pad, once he had the information he came as final touch he set base’s power generators to overload, if this didn’t destroy outright, this couple damage done by reprogramming of the security systems would at least render it ineffective for about a week. With done he made escape and from a secure location not far he watched as the generators blow causing black outs for several blocks and also cause several large explosions through the base. He then opened his secure comlink “Cipher 9 to command, stand by for secure datalink of enemy compunctions data.”
Objective: Troops on the Ground
Post: 9/20
Allies: First Order, Larry Cheswa
Enemies: Elaine Thul
When the TIE's had come in and started pounding the enemy, Miles and his squad had retreated back to base where they were most needed. It was there that Miles found Larry.
"Get a medic!" he called.
Post: 9/20
Allies: First Order, Larry Cheswa
Enemies: Elaine Thul
When the TIE's had come in and started pounding the enemy, Miles and his squad had retreated back to base where they were most needed. It was there that Miles found Larry.
"Get a medic!" he called.
Graf's Archive Account
Character
Objective: 6
Post: 4/20
Allies: The First Order, Knights of Ren, [member="Cameron Centurion"]
Enemies: Everyone else
Arthan flipped back after almost being trapped in a MagnaGuard sandwich, instead of abiding by their previous decision the rest of the droids had come to reinforce their brethren, meaning that the disciple was currently trying to survive against five MagnaGuards at once.
He knew fairly quickly that his lightsaber would not fare well against five electrostaffs, so he ran at one of the droids and fell into a slide at the last moment as the MagnaGuard swung at him, Arthan put his lightsaber up while he was sliding which effectively cut most of the droid in half.
The disciple caught the electrostaff that had fallen from the hand of the droid and scrambled to his feet, rising up the Zabrak now had a lightsaber in one hand and an electrostaff in the other.
The MagnaGuards looked at the fallen droid for a second with a digital look of forlorn in their eyes before charging Arthan, he once against used the power of the Force to crush the first droid, leaving it as a pile of scrap on the ground.
Then he stabbed his electrostaff into the chassis of another one of the droids, electrocuting it and shorting out its systems. The third and fourth MagnaGuards got too close before he could react and started beating Arthan with painful jabs of their electrostaffs.
He had never felt so much pain before, and he had been in explosions. Arthan felt the rage boiling inside of him as he executed a powerful three hundred and sixty degree spin with his lightsaber, cutting the droids in half.
Even though they had been MagnaGuards, droids that had killed countless Jedi, they were weak and rusted from the centuries of degradation and misrepair from the villagers. The disciple dropped the electrostaff and deactivated his lightsaber before putting it on his belt.
He had noticed the Master of Ren before him and started his approach in that direction.
Post: 4/20
Allies: The First Order, Knights of Ren, [member="Cameron Centurion"]
Enemies: Everyone else
Arthan flipped back after almost being trapped in a MagnaGuard sandwich, instead of abiding by their previous decision the rest of the droids had come to reinforce their brethren, meaning that the disciple was currently trying to survive against five MagnaGuards at once.
He knew fairly quickly that his lightsaber would not fare well against five electrostaffs, so he ran at one of the droids and fell into a slide at the last moment as the MagnaGuard swung at him, Arthan put his lightsaber up while he was sliding which effectively cut most of the droid in half.
The disciple caught the electrostaff that had fallen from the hand of the droid and scrambled to his feet, rising up the Zabrak now had a lightsaber in one hand and an electrostaff in the other.
The MagnaGuards looked at the fallen droid for a second with a digital look of forlorn in their eyes before charging Arthan, he once against used the power of the Force to crush the first droid, leaving it as a pile of scrap on the ground.
Then he stabbed his electrostaff into the chassis of another one of the droids, electrocuting it and shorting out its systems. The third and fourth MagnaGuards got too close before he could react and started beating Arthan with painful jabs of their electrostaffs.
He had never felt so much pain before, and he had been in explosions. Arthan felt the rage boiling inside of him as he executed a powerful three hundred and sixty degree spin with his lightsaber, cutting the droids in half.
Even though they had been MagnaGuards, droids that had killed countless Jedi, they were weak and rusted from the centuries of degradation and misrepair from the villagers. The disciple dropped the electrostaff and deactivated his lightsaber before putting it on his belt.
He had noticed the Master of Ren before him and started his approach in that direction.
Jacen Voidstalker
Failure Is Not Fatal
Objective: my own, add some posts
Location: deep in the wilds
Jacen walked through what had once been a makeshift camp. Now it looked far more organised. Troops in standard issue body armour and camouflage moved back and forth with rifles paid for by the Alliance.
Netting hung through the trees above them, hiding them from thermal and life form scanners that the First Order may have running from ships or satellites in orbit. Wherever the Order went, no matter how diplomatic they were, the crack downs and discipline would always lead to rebellion.
Alliance special forces wouldn't be here much longer now. The locals had been trained and armed, but there was a limit to how much they could directly interfere. Just as the First Order sponsored the Vanguard to fight back against the Alliance rather than starting a war that could rage for years.
Location: deep in the wilds
Jacen walked through what had once been a makeshift camp. Now it looked far more organised. Troops in standard issue body armour and camouflage moved back and forth with rifles paid for by the Alliance.
Netting hung through the trees above them, hiding them from thermal and life form scanners that the First Order may have running from ships or satellites in orbit. Wherever the Order went, no matter how diplomatic they were, the crack downs and discipline would always lead to rebellion.
Alliance special forces wouldn't be here much longer now. The locals had been trained and armed, but there was a limit to how much they could directly interfere. Just as the First Order sponsored the Vanguard to fight back against the Alliance rather than starting a war that could rage for years.
Bad Kitty
Post 1 of 20 | ♫
Objective 4: Suppress Piracy
Location: Asteroid Base
If the grand vision of the Supreme Leader's magnificent plan for Vassek and it's people was to come to fruition, order must be instilled.
Order ensured safety, the protection of the society as a whole necessitated that freedom not be so liberal as to give way to chaos. The rule of law was the divine right of kings, and the Supreme Leader its monarch. And that meant that criminal elements must be swiftly brought in line, particularly those who used violence as a means of both intimidation and control because they were a clear and present danger to the legitimate power of government and the community that the planet Vassek represented.
Of course, the problem with pirates was that they struck from the dark of space.
Rarely moving in the light of public spaceports, the First Order knew that they were somewhere in the system, but where? Narrowing the field was the first challenge presented to the Knights of Ren, and one for which Chiyo Ren's past work in finding the hidden base of extremists on Lorrd made him uniquely prepared to undertake as a mission for their Supreme Leader. Which hadn't made it easy. But, studying the pattern of pirate attacks in the sector, the boy had ultimately settled on a plan that involved fishing.
Droid control supply ships, three in all. Each following established trade routes through hyperspace in which attacks had sporadically and unpredictably occurred. Their route and cargo made known by sending port entry documentation to their supposed destination that was either encrypted or inadequately so. Two of the bait ships made it to their destination unmolested.
But the third...
The YV-666 was hardly recognizable now. Modified extensively with pod hangers and a myriad of illegal systems. The pirate ship ferried its stolen prize inside a bay carved out of a large asteroid within a belt inside of the planetary system, seemingly unaware of the Seinar Systems Star Courier that was drifted in its shadow.
It seemed that the boy had found the proverbial rat's nest. The dense rock suggested the presence of an ore or mineral that reflected sensor beams, as the ship was unable to map more than the contour of the asteroid itself. The craters of which masked the indentation of the hangar bay. It seemed a personal visit would be required in order to glean more information about this operation.
Securing his helmet in place, the boy inserted the air cartridge into the slot and then checked the pressure of the rebreather system. Twenty minutes of air. It would have to be a quick space walk.
Objective 4: Suppress Piracy
Location: Asteroid Base
If the grand vision of the Supreme Leader's magnificent plan for Vassek and it's people was to come to fruition, order must be instilled.
Order ensured safety, the protection of the society as a whole necessitated that freedom not be so liberal as to give way to chaos. The rule of law was the divine right of kings, and the Supreme Leader its monarch. And that meant that criminal elements must be swiftly brought in line, particularly those who used violence as a means of both intimidation and control because they were a clear and present danger to the legitimate power of government and the community that the planet Vassek represented.
Of course, the problem with pirates was that they struck from the dark of space.
Rarely moving in the light of public spaceports, the First Order knew that they were somewhere in the system, but where? Narrowing the field was the first challenge presented to the Knights of Ren, and one for which Chiyo Ren's past work in finding the hidden base of extremists on Lorrd made him uniquely prepared to undertake as a mission for their Supreme Leader. Which hadn't made it easy. But, studying the pattern of pirate attacks in the sector, the boy had ultimately settled on a plan that involved fishing.
Droid control supply ships, three in all. Each following established trade routes through hyperspace in which attacks had sporadically and unpredictably occurred. Their route and cargo made known by sending port entry documentation to their supposed destination that was either encrypted or inadequately so. Two of the bait ships made it to their destination unmolested.
But the third...
The YV-666 was hardly recognizable now. Modified extensively with pod hangers and a myriad of illegal systems. The pirate ship ferried its stolen prize inside a bay carved out of a large asteroid within a belt inside of the planetary system, seemingly unaware of the Seinar Systems Star Courier that was drifted in its shadow.
It seemed that the boy had found the proverbial rat's nest. The dense rock suggested the presence of an ore or mineral that reflected sensor beams, as the ship was unable to map more than the contour of the asteroid itself. The craters of which masked the indentation of the hangar bay. It seemed a personal visit would be required in order to glean more information about this operation.
Securing his helmet in place, the boy inserted the air cartridge into the slot and then checked the pressure of the rebreather system. Twenty minutes of air. It would have to be a quick space walk.
Cameron Centurion
The First Son
Objective 6
Allies: [member="Arthan Corvax"]
Enemies: Others
The Master of Ren's gaze lingered for a handful of moments as the sounds of blaster fire and yelling filled the area around the modest-sized village. At nearly the same time as the conclusion of Arthan's interaction with the MagnaGuards, the audible record of his assigned stormtrooper platoon's efforts subsided. Slowly, Cameron regarded the Lieutenant with a shallow nod. "We're done here, Lieutenant. Prepare for redeployment to another area of the planet."
The Lieutenant snapped to a brief attention. "As you command, Lord Ren." Turning, the Lieutenant issued new orders to the remainder of his platoon. The armor of all the stormtroopers showed some element of participation in the bloodshed.
For Cameron's part, he returned his gaze to the approaching Disciple. However, it quickly diverted to the troops that had arrived with Arthan. Cameron had not issued any orders to their unit commander, and he supposed at some point the Disciple had told them to stay put. "Disciple. Fortune seems to favor you this day." Motioning to Arthan's troopers, Cameron issued the young Zabrak a new directive. "Prepare to redeploy your forces elsewhere. A small contingent of our forces are in need of reinforcement."
Turning, Cameron began walking back towards his vessel, calling briefly over his shoulder to Arthan. "That is, of course, unless you feel their assistance unnecessary."
Allies: [member="Arthan Corvax"]
Enemies: Others
The Master of Ren's gaze lingered for a handful of moments as the sounds of blaster fire and yelling filled the area around the modest-sized village. At nearly the same time as the conclusion of Arthan's interaction with the MagnaGuards, the audible record of his assigned stormtrooper platoon's efforts subsided. Slowly, Cameron regarded the Lieutenant with a shallow nod. "We're done here, Lieutenant. Prepare for redeployment to another area of the planet."
The Lieutenant snapped to a brief attention. "As you command, Lord Ren." Turning, the Lieutenant issued new orders to the remainder of his platoon. The armor of all the stormtroopers showed some element of participation in the bloodshed.
For Cameron's part, he returned his gaze to the approaching Disciple. However, it quickly diverted to the troops that had arrived with Arthan. Cameron had not issued any orders to their unit commander, and he supposed at some point the Disciple had told them to stay put. "Disciple. Fortune seems to favor you this day." Motioning to Arthan's troopers, Cameron issued the young Zabrak a new directive. "Prepare to redeploy your forces elsewhere. A small contingent of our forces are in need of reinforcement."
Turning, Cameron began walking back towards his vessel, calling briefly over his shoulder to Arthan. "That is, of course, unless you feel their assistance unnecessary."
Dissero
Breaking Even
"Naturally," replied the Archivist as he gently pushed another book into place on the shelves. Lids pulled taught over eyes as his gaze of blue swept along the lip of the shelf, a hand stroked after it to lift a thin layer of dust. Seemed it was time for a cleaning.
"I make no promises of what skills I can provide on a battle field, Mr. Ren. It has been a long time since I've been compelled to such things and longer still since I have played warrior on the front line. Those that I once eagerly supported have passed on..."
To a new realm, new home, new body. He found some humor in the fact that the only people he might have moved mountains for were the people that never really seemed to need such efforts on their behalf anyway. Ashin Varanin could count him among her allies, but the late Empress had only ever once called for his expertise and it hadn't been to fight a war for her.
"I can promise this," the man turned to square broad shoulders at the two guests in his study, unflinching gaze settled upon [member="Greifen Ren"], "no efforts will be made on my behalf to cause you and your Order trouble. I live a quiet life now, Mr. Ren, and I like it that way."
"I make no promises of what skills I can provide on a battle field, Mr. Ren. It has been a long time since I've been compelled to such things and longer still since I have played warrior on the front line. Those that I once eagerly supported have passed on..."
To a new realm, new home, new body. He found some humor in the fact that the only people he might have moved mountains for were the people that never really seemed to need such efforts on their behalf anyway. Ashin Varanin could count him among her allies, but the late Empress had only ever once called for his expertise and it hadn't been to fight a war for her.
"I can promise this," the man turned to square broad shoulders at the two guests in his study, unflinching gaze settled upon [member="Greifen Ren"], "no efforts will be made on my behalf to cause you and your Order trouble. I live a quiet life now, Mr. Ren, and I like it that way."
Bad Kitty
Post 2 of 20
Objective 4: Suppress Piracy
Location: Asteroid Base
One of the reasons he'd taken courses in being a rescue diver at the Levantine Astronautical Academy was that space used to terrify him.
With no directional axis upon which to orient the mind, vertigo would set in and panic was quick behind. But fear had long been his companion. He wielded it now as a weapon, and so he'd faced his fears of being alone in the dark of space and equipped himself to be prepared for it. And, now, he found he actually enjoyed it. It was very peaceful. Alone, drifting in the nothing that spanned the lightyears between stars.
Inertia carried him at the same speed as when he'd jumped out of the Sith Infiltrator. His arms were casually tucked behind his head as he sailed lazily into a sea of nothing. Just an empty void that was occupied by distant stars and the mechanical sound of the rebreather cycling the air inside his mask in time with his natural breathing. A First Order Stormtrooper pistol was secured to his leg with a magnetic holster, and his lightsaber was hanging from his belt. The amphistaff didn't like the snow. There was no way she was going out on a spacewalk, but he had enough other weapons that he could get by without the pet for a short while.
A shadow passed, blotting out the light of a distant star. Ice crept across the transparisteel face plate of his helmet, as the temperature plunged several hundred degrees in the shade. Glancing down, the boy saw the asteroid looming like a mountain before him. Unlacing his fingers, the child casually pulled the blaster pistol from his thigh and casually adjusted an ascension gun attachment on the front of the barrel. When he'd finished, he leveled the gun outward and pulled the trigger.
And then waited.
The spool of microfiber cable spun outward in the wake of the shot. Too far and he'd miss the anchor point, continue to sail out into oblivion for all time. Or, at least until he ran out of air and died. Whichever came first.
The pistol jerked in his hand, the forward tug canceling his momentum as it seemed the grappling shot had found its mark. Firmly gripping the weapon, the boy activated the motor on the cable spool and felt himself pulled slowly toward the asteroid. Now, he'd just need to find a way inside...
Objective 4: Suppress Piracy
Location: Asteroid Base
One of the reasons he'd taken courses in being a rescue diver at the Levantine Astronautical Academy was that space used to terrify him.
With no directional axis upon which to orient the mind, vertigo would set in and panic was quick behind. But fear had long been his companion. He wielded it now as a weapon, and so he'd faced his fears of being alone in the dark of space and equipped himself to be prepared for it. And, now, he found he actually enjoyed it. It was very peaceful. Alone, drifting in the nothing that spanned the lightyears between stars.
Inertia carried him at the same speed as when he'd jumped out of the Sith Infiltrator. His arms were casually tucked behind his head as he sailed lazily into a sea of nothing. Just an empty void that was occupied by distant stars and the mechanical sound of the rebreather cycling the air inside his mask in time with his natural breathing. A First Order Stormtrooper pistol was secured to his leg with a magnetic holster, and his lightsaber was hanging from his belt. The amphistaff didn't like the snow. There was no way she was going out on a spacewalk, but he had enough other weapons that he could get by without the pet for a short while.
A shadow passed, blotting out the light of a distant star. Ice crept across the transparisteel face plate of his helmet, as the temperature plunged several hundred degrees in the shade. Glancing down, the boy saw the asteroid looming like a mountain before him. Unlacing his fingers, the child casually pulled the blaster pistol from his thigh and casually adjusted an ascension gun attachment on the front of the barrel. When he'd finished, he leveled the gun outward and pulled the trigger.
And then waited.
The spool of microfiber cable spun outward in the wake of the shot. Too far and he'd miss the anchor point, continue to sail out into oblivion for all time. Or, at least until he ran out of air and died. Whichever came first.
The pistol jerked in his hand, the forward tug canceling his momentum as it seemed the grappling shot had found its mark. Firmly gripping the weapon, the boy activated the motor on the cable spool and felt himself pulled slowly toward the asteroid. Now, he'd just need to find a way inside...
Elaine Thul
Duchess Thul
7/20
Objective: 2
Allies: None yet
Enemy: [member="OK-3103"] [member="Miles Cormin"] [member="Larry Cheswa"] [member="Daxar Maverick"] [member="Colrenth Renfrew"] and the first order and the one sith allies
Equipment
3 Howlers
5 Reapers on tripods
90/120 regular infantry, with infantry armour, and infantry blaster + auxiliary grenades various see sig 30 dead/injured
20/36 scout infantry light armour and carbines 16 dead/injured
She got back to her encampment, and got a message on refugee transport know loaded. Get them of this world ASAP, then begin get ready for us to get of this rock before they over run us. They had manged to stave of the first wave, but she knew in her hart they would becoming again soon. As the civilian transports began to move, she looked up with a smile. It was time to begin there withdrawal, this would take time how ever. As the troops where in different locations, and they had to get the hard ware of the planet if possible and if not they had to spike them, to avoid them landing in enemy hands.
This was her next job, first up would be the injured, they where not going to waste time with the dead.
Objective: 2
Allies: None yet
Enemy: [member="OK-3103"] [member="Miles Cormin"] [member="Larry Cheswa"] [member="Daxar Maverick"] [member="Colrenth Renfrew"] and the first order and the one sith allies
Equipment
3 Howlers
5 Reapers on tripods
90/120 regular infantry, with infantry armour, and infantry blaster + auxiliary grenades various see sig 30 dead/injured
20/36 scout infantry light armour and carbines 16 dead/injured
She got back to her encampment, and got a message on refugee transport know loaded. Get them of this world ASAP, then begin get ready for us to get of this rock before they over run us. They had manged to stave of the first wave, but she knew in her hart they would becoming again soon. As the civilian transports began to move, she looked up with a smile. It was time to begin there withdrawal, this would take time how ever. As the troops where in different locations, and they had to get the hard ware of the planet if possible and if not they had to spike them, to avoid them landing in enemy hands.
This was her next job, first up would be the injured, they where not going to waste time with the dead.
Kriel Firin
Enough witless banter
Objective x: Do our own thing
Post: 5+6 of 20
Allies: [member="Greifen Ren"]
Enemies: None confirmed
Other: [member="Dissero"] [member="Verie Lacroix"]
It was tough to call and to be perfectly frank, Kriel was losing interest. Part of him wanted the owner of the castle to kick-off, if only because it would give him something to do mother than stand around and...well...stand around.
He was unsure if there was broad agreement or merely a stand-off, but the outcome was the same. The First Order leaves the castle alone and the owner leaves the First Order alone. The Order would have a resident on the moon who would prove an excellent early warning system for trouble and the inhabitants of the castle would have at least a neighbour that would not give them too much hassle - if any.
Behind his mask, he smirked and stifled a yawn. He wondered if there might be some action once they leave, for he was keen to be active in this Dominion - one way or another.
Post: 5+6 of 20
Allies: [member="Greifen Ren"]
Enemies: None confirmed
Other: [member="Dissero"] [member="Verie Lacroix"]
It was tough to call and to be perfectly frank, Kriel was losing interest. Part of him wanted the owner of the castle to kick-off, if only because it would give him something to do mother than stand around and...well...stand around.
He was unsure if there was broad agreement or merely a stand-off, but the outcome was the same. The First Order leaves the castle alone and the owner leaves the First Order alone. The Order would have a resident on the moon who would prove an excellent early warning system for trouble and the inhabitants of the castle would have at least a neighbour that would not give them too much hassle - if any.
Behind his mask, he smirked and stifled a yawn. He wondered if there might be some action once they leave, for he was keen to be active in this Dominion - one way or another.
Larry Cheswa
Second In Command of Sibar Laval. First Order
Objective 3: LARRYYYYYY CHESWAAAA!
Post: 7/20
Allies: All First Order [member="Miles Cormin"]
Enemies: [member="Elaine Thul"]
Lord Only Knows What Side Their On:
I am taken to the makeshift infirmary, "We lived Wec, we lived to fight another day." A medical droid comes up to me, "Diagnosis sir, severe fracture in the right fibula, and spraining in the left ankle, and several broken ribs sir." I think about this, "Are these life-threatening injuries? Am I going to be able to fight?" The droid answers coldly, "They are not life threatening injuries sir, and you will be able to fight after a few days of medical treatment." I think to myself, 'At least I will still be able to fight.' I look at Wec, "What about you?" He answers back, "Few broken ribs, slight concussion, nothing major, how about you?" I answer as well, "Broken leg, sprained ankle, and a few broken ribs. Fighting a Force user by myself wasn't my brightest idea."
Post: 7/20
Allies: All First Order [member="Miles Cormin"]
Enemies: [member="Elaine Thul"]
Lord Only Knows What Side Their On:
I am taken to the makeshift infirmary, "We lived Wec, we lived to fight another day." A medical droid comes up to me, "Diagnosis sir, severe fracture in the right fibula, and spraining in the left ankle, and several broken ribs sir." I think about this, "Are these life-threatening injuries? Am I going to be able to fight?" The droid answers coldly, "They are not life threatening injuries sir, and you will be able to fight after a few days of medical treatment." I think to myself, 'At least I will still be able to fight.' I look at Wec, "What about you?" He answers back, "Few broken ribs, slight concussion, nothing major, how about you?" I answer as well, "Broken leg, sprained ankle, and a few broken ribs. Fighting a Force user by myself wasn't my brightest idea."
OK-3103
Captain Meneer Chrome
Post: 6+6 of 20
Their task was straightforward. To clear an old and abandoned fortress. It was a routine mission and he was in a way glad that his first taste of action as an officer was to be mundane – yet a part of him yearned for something more challenging.
So he entered the fortress with the squad of stormtroopers close behind. Around them, broken stones and crumbling walls cast deep shadows. Meneer noticed something strange about the ruins. The old fortress seemed quite small from the outside, but inside the wall, the area was much larger.
Or at least it seemed that way. It might have been a clever design of the builders, or maybe a Force trick. Chrome didn’t care. Near the center of the ruins stood the only remaining building. The structure was round, like a tower, except that it wasn’t very tall. Curiously, the tower seemed to have no door.
Meneer strode around the ancient building until he’d made a complete circle. There was no way inside. He stood and considered. Maybe this place had been designed so that only a Force user could enter? He dismissed the notion and checked more closely. Finally he saw it..It was right in front of him. He tried to push the door open, but it would not move. He didn’t know whether the door was locked or just frozen shut with age. He didn’t care. He gave a further shove and the door finally opened inward.
He strode forward into the circular room. He was no Force sensitive, but he was a well trained soldier. He knew there was something here. The faint click of metallic weapons reached his ears.
Faster than thought, he dived to one side. In the same moment, small openings appeared in the walls and ceiling, and hidden blasters fired. Energy beams rained down on him and his soldiers. Stormtroopers cried out as blaster bolts shattered their white armour. Chrome backed out of the room as quickly as he could, dodging all of the bolts.
Except for one.
The last blaster shot glanced off his armoured shoulder. Looking down, he saw that the energy beam had sliced a thin hole in his armour and reached his skin. A tiny stream of blood trickled down his white armour and dripped onto the stone floor.
More blasters fired.
“Retreat,” he ordered, backing out of the building. Only then did he realize that all his men were dead.
Their task was straightforward. To clear an old and abandoned fortress. It was a routine mission and he was in a way glad that his first taste of action as an officer was to be mundane – yet a part of him yearned for something more challenging.
So he entered the fortress with the squad of stormtroopers close behind. Around them, broken stones and crumbling walls cast deep shadows. Meneer noticed something strange about the ruins. The old fortress seemed quite small from the outside, but inside the wall, the area was much larger.
Or at least it seemed that way. It might have been a clever design of the builders, or maybe a Force trick. Chrome didn’t care. Near the center of the ruins stood the only remaining building. The structure was round, like a tower, except that it wasn’t very tall. Curiously, the tower seemed to have no door.
Meneer strode around the ancient building until he’d made a complete circle. There was no way inside. He stood and considered. Maybe this place had been designed so that only a Force user could enter? He dismissed the notion and checked more closely. Finally he saw it..It was right in front of him. He tried to push the door open, but it would not move. He didn’t know whether the door was locked or just frozen shut with age. He didn’t care. He gave a further shove and the door finally opened inward.
He strode forward into the circular room. He was no Force sensitive, but he was a well trained soldier. He knew there was something here. The faint click of metallic weapons reached his ears.
Faster than thought, he dived to one side. In the same moment, small openings appeared in the walls and ceiling, and hidden blasters fired. Energy beams rained down on him and his soldiers. Stormtroopers cried out as blaster bolts shattered their white armour. Chrome backed out of the room as quickly as he could, dodging all of the bolts.
Except for one.
The last blaster shot glanced off his armoured shoulder. Looking down, he saw that the energy beam had sliced a thin hole in his armour and reached his skin. A tiny stream of blood trickled down his white armour and dripped onto the stone floor.
More blasters fired.
“Retreat,” he ordered, backing out of the building. Only then did he realize that all his men were dead.
Cameron Centurion
The First Son
Transitioning to Objective 2
Allies: [member="Larry Cheswa"] | [member="Miles Cormin"] | [member="Daxar Maverick"] | [member="Arthan Corvax"]
Enemies: [member="Elaine Thul"]
Cameron's transport raced just above the top of the jungle canopy as it traced an indirect route to the transponders identifying the largest mass of Imperial forces at the moment. Nearing the edge of the thick foliage, the shuttle banked hard to the right as the flight crew dropped the vessel to a point roughly one hundred feet over the ground.
The Master of Ren's gaze drifted to the horizon, towards their target. Inhaling deeply, the dark-skinned Corstris native spoke a series of commands into the headset he would wear for the duration of the transit. "Deactivate as much of your flight management systems as you can spare." There were no words of protest or concern.
As the flight crew did their job, Cameron stretched his mind to manipulate the aura of the Force around his body and gradually spread his efforts outwards. It would be far too much of a drain to cloak an entire assault shuttle and all of its inhabitants. Perhaps it would be easier if the vessel were stationary, but that was not the case. The conditions of the atmosphere, however, he could control with much greater ease.
In a matter of time, a thick blanket of darkness began to roll over the horizon as lightning illuminated the sky to the sound of thunder as a steady rain began to fall. The conditions would make the job of piloting a touch more difficult, particularly with a great deal of the available systems deactivated. The flight crew, like the troops on the ground, would have to rely on sensory equipment provided by their helmets.
Allies: [member="Larry Cheswa"] | [member="Miles Cormin"] | [member="Daxar Maverick"] | [member="Arthan Corvax"]
Enemies: [member="Elaine Thul"]
Cameron's transport raced just above the top of the jungle canopy as it traced an indirect route to the transponders identifying the largest mass of Imperial forces at the moment. Nearing the edge of the thick foliage, the shuttle banked hard to the right as the flight crew dropped the vessel to a point roughly one hundred feet over the ground.
The Master of Ren's gaze drifted to the horizon, towards their target. Inhaling deeply, the dark-skinned Corstris native spoke a series of commands into the headset he would wear for the duration of the transit. "Deactivate as much of your flight management systems as you can spare." There were no words of protest or concern.
As the flight crew did their job, Cameron stretched his mind to manipulate the aura of the Force around his body and gradually spread his efforts outwards. It would be far too much of a drain to cloak an entire assault shuttle and all of its inhabitants. Perhaps it would be easier if the vessel were stationary, but that was not the case. The conditions of the atmosphere, however, he could control with much greater ease.
In a matter of time, a thick blanket of darkness began to roll over the horizon as lightning illuminated the sky to the sound of thunder as a steady rain began to fall. The conditions would make the job of piloting a touch more difficult, particularly with a great deal of the available systems deactivated. The flight crew, like the troops on the ground, would have to rely on sensory equipment provided by their helmets.
OK-3103
Captain Meneer Chrome
Post=7+6/20
Angrily, Lieutenant Chrome took aim. One by one, the hidden weapons exploded as he took them out with his rifle. The returning blaster fire stopped.
The Lieutenant walked over to the wall and studied one of the small openings. Inside, the remains of a ruined blaster smouldered. By the looks of the device, the blaster weapons were as old as the building itself. Interesting, Meneer thought. The blasters were an ancient booby trap-a trap that was still so effective. Something important must be buried in these ruins. Something very old and very valuable. He had just decided to investigate further when his comlink beeped urgently.
"What?" he demanded into the microphone.
An officer aboard an orbiting Destroyer said, "One of our scouts just located a small outpost that is putting up resistance."
"I'll make my way there immediately," Chrome replied. He took one last look at the ruins. They would have to wait. Capturing the planet came first.
Angrily, Lieutenant Chrome took aim. One by one, the hidden weapons exploded as he took them out with his rifle. The returning blaster fire stopped.
The Lieutenant walked over to the wall and studied one of the small openings. Inside, the remains of a ruined blaster smouldered. By the looks of the device, the blaster weapons were as old as the building itself. Interesting, Meneer thought. The blasters were an ancient booby trap-a trap that was still so effective. Something important must be buried in these ruins. Something very old and very valuable. He had just decided to investigate further when his comlink beeped urgently.
"What?" he demanded into the microphone.
An officer aboard an orbiting Destroyer said, "One of our scouts just located a small outpost that is putting up resistance."
"I'll make my way there immediately," Chrome replied. He took one last look at the ruins. They would have to wait. Capturing the planet came first.
Jacen Voidstalker
Failure Is Not Fatal
Objective: my own, add some posts
Location: deep in the wilds
"We've got a ping!" someone called from within the encampment.
"Bring it up!" someone called.
Jacen stopped talking to a soldier he'd engaged on the topic of armoured infantry. They'd been discussing the merits of infantry firing from the platform, or keeping the platform sealed to protect those inside and leaving the platform systems to return fire until the infantry could disembark. Jacen was in favour of the latter approach, preferring to have armoured infantry sweep in after heavy armour and allowing the infantry to disembark before providing support fire.
Two red tracks were visible on the holodisplay, they appeared to be angling towards their base.
"Lock it all down," Jacen called.
Location: deep in the wilds
"We've got a ping!" someone called from within the encampment.
"Bring it up!" someone called.
Jacen stopped talking to a soldier he'd engaged on the topic of armoured infantry. They'd been discussing the merits of infantry firing from the platform, or keeping the platform sealed to protect those inside and leaving the platform systems to return fire until the infantry could disembark. Jacen was in favour of the latter approach, preferring to have armoured infantry sweep in after heavy armour and allowing the infantry to disembark before providing support fire.
Two red tracks were visible on the holodisplay, they appeared to be angling towards their base.
"Lock it all down," Jacen called.