RC 212
HUNGRY HUNGRY HIPPO!
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Dawn Company
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Yutan Training Grounds
It had been some time since the Battle of Kashyyk. A new call was sent out. Fresh soldiers were needed. With no Clone Army and Loathe to conscript Jack Raxis took action. Taking it upon himself to organize and outfit a band of wild and unruly Rogues. The Dark Tides of the Mandalorian Crusade were crashing upon them.
So he grabbed the blackest hearts he could find. The most villainous, wanted, and corrupt. And mashed them together into a prestigious unit, set to carve it's place in Republic History forever. Throw away shock troops with a fanatical zeal.
Dawn Company.....
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The rising sun broke the horizon bathing the concrete drill pads in a red hue. They'd been up for hours now, running drill after drill. They were tired, and Jack was tired, but war required one to be tired. Freedom came at no easy price. It required sacrifice. Most of the men and women here were wanted criminals or Vagabonds. Held together by one thing. The hope of a pardon, which would not be granted until their service was up. The exchange of blood for a new life drew the wild and the wicked, and it was up to him and his handpicked Captains to hammer the Company into a cohesive, orderly and lawful force.
"Again!"
"Yarrghhhh!"
From one side of the trenches swarms of bodies piled forth onto the makeshift defenses of the simulated fortress. Sim rounds and stun blasts ripped the ozone, crackling the air with energy. Jack was at the fore, wading through the sea of fire. Stun blaster in one hand and silver banner pole in the other.
The symbol of a rising golden sun emblazoned upon it.
"Charge!"
"Yarghhh!"
So far they were zero and sixteen. Every single assault had been rebuked, all the attackers mowed down.
"There it is, shields up!"
From the rear brown coated, oil stained and greasy warriors burst forth, deploying a durasteel shield and locking them. They were fighting the Mando'ade which meant it was time to go back to old warfare.
"Phalanx push!"
And push they did, right up onto the parapets of the wall...
[member="Zephyr Carrick"] [member="X-99A"] [member="Dalansa"] [member="Farlon Orbit"] [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"] [member="Anaki Sann"] [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Jynx"] [member="Reen Lorgon"]