How to Retrain your Jedi (Group Training - The Underground - or PM to join)

[Jorus Merrill]

Red Shift Cantina​

Hidden Base Station: Rebellion Actual​

Altir - High Orbit​

Neutral Territory​

Unknown Regions​

"...well, fundamentally, it's because we're finding that most of our Jedi and ex-Jedi really only know how to Jedi."

He'd put out the call through the Underground's networks; now folks were coming into the space station's cantina. Smugglers and spacers ready to teach their craft to people who'd spent their careers on lightsabre forms and Force tricks. Everyone here was Underground, or cleared by someone who was.

"So basically, everyone, the plan is to partner up. One or two Forcers to one or two experienced spacers; find partners or stick with me. For those of you who don't know me too well, I'm the translater. I'm General Jorus Merrill; I'm a career insurgent and an explorer, and I've never owned a set of brown robes and can't swing a lightsabre worth crap but I served on the Jedi Council. I speak both your languages, so if anything stops making sense, comm me.

"Once we're all in freighters or pairs of the new RebelX gunships, we're heading for Fringe territory. Going to run a gun dropoff and a raid to steal a ship, a very special ship. This training mission is a real mission -- and Fringe doesn't play around. Until they catch you, at which point they might play around with knives a bit. I can promise you this much, though: I'll be the first one in and the last one out.

"Oh. And no lightsabres unless we run into people who have lightsabres of their own. This is about learning to tackle challenges in other ways." He opened a large crate of triple-barrelled sawn-off shotguns. "Like so."

OOC/ This is from our discussion about things we want to learn. Open to whoever's interested among...

[member="Khaleel Malvern"] [member="Veino Garn"] [member="Galen Arterius"] [member="Flint Michigan"] [member="Callisto Scarlett"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Ijaat Akun"] [member="Xander Carrick"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Apoc"] [member="Paddy Quick"] [member="Alena"] [member="Allyson Locke"] [member="Catherine Romanov"] [member="Deagan Hunt"] [member="Kian Karr"] [member="Laura Hawtrey"] [member="Noah Corek"] [member="Reneé Denois"] [member="Vassara Raxis"] [member="Vaudin Miir"]

...or PM if you're interested in joining the Underground for this.

 

[Garza]

"Now those are sick."

I had been paying attention to the man. Clearly a smuggler or a scoundrel all of his life. He even looked the part with his rather haggard looks. However, he looked just barely above his prime. I was still really young. And I knew it too. Seeing as how I was still a Jedi, I had my lightsaber with me, only it was stored away in my boot. I wore nothing else with me. Dressing up in just my simple clothing, it looked much like a simple smuggler or spacer get up. I adjusted the blaster pistol as it was in the holster on my right. Knowing it to be there.

This man was going to send us on a mission, to use these shotguns that were strange at first, but as I kept looking at them, I could find a fascination for them. The were unique and would clearly be awesome to see in action. Only, I didn't want to be on the barrel end of the weapon.

I decided to stay with the man known as [member="Jorus Merrill"], well at least until he got sick of me.

"So General Merrill, What kind of firepower do these hand cannons have?"

 

[Alena Reckar]

Alena shifted uncomfortably where she sat. The Chiss-human woman was nursing a Lomin ale while the General went over the skinny on a plan to steal a ship. Alena was well learned in salvage and smuggling, though outright thievery had never been something she'd engaged in, and the thought of it made her nervous. The shotguns didn't make her feel any better; Alena had never killed anyone before, and liked the idea of keeping it that way. Perhaps the General might have a sort of non-violent support role she could fill. Regardless, Alena stayed quiet and listened. It wouldn't do her any good to write the job off without hearing the plan. From what it seemed, the main point of the mission was to learn and train. Learning new things was one of her favorite things, so maybe this would all pan out for the best.

 

[Flint Michigan]

Flint in honesty was a bit nervous about this particular mission. He was never big on interacting with space wi- Forcies, let alone 'training' them to have street smarts. They had enough skills, why add to their arsenal? Well, that was what his thought process a month or so ago. In working with the Underground he'd found that most of them were decent people, Forcie or not. He'd also promised [member="Kitt Solo"] that he'd try to get a new perspective on Force Users in general, and what better way to do it than to smuggling some guns and heisting some ships with 'em? So here he was, sitting in front of "General Merrill" and getting the low-down on what was going on. Gun dropoff? Check. Stealing a 'very special ship'? Sounds tough. Doing it all in Fringe Territory? Feth, that'd be tough. Flint looked around a minute at the guys around him. They looked experience in one way or another. At the least we have a shot, which is more than Flint could say about most raids. With a shrug he supposed he'd stay, until 'ole Jorus pried open a crate of triple barrel shotguns.

Flint whistled.

He may have only been a pilot when he served in the Republic and SIth Empire military and not some BA marine but he knew a good weapon when he saw one. He picked one of the guns up and immediately felt the heft of it. Three eight-gauge barrels were nothing to play with. The barrels cocked individually, and were loaded break action. Sure it was slow, but it probably packed a hell of a punch. Taking a holster he rigged it around himself and put up the shotgun with no small temptation to mess with it more, and headed towards the RebelX's.

"Normal, Blue Squadron." Flint called as the Underground dispersed with callsigns of whether they were heading towards a freighter, a squadron of RebelX's, and whether or not they were Force-Sensitives. Flint tried his best not to pilot his own ship when he was doing things for the Underground. No reason to get his crew caught up in the crossfire of what he'd done after all. Plus, that RebelX looked a lot like the old X-A5 he used to pilot in the Republic. Sometimes you piloted a ship because it was pretty, but sometimes you did for the nostalgia.

 

[Veino Garn]

Veino was listening to General Merril speak, lounging in a chair in the cantina. Much like the general, he didn't own a set of brown robes either. He was back in his usual back tramp's clothes. The old ones, battered and patched so much they looked like a quilt. They'd been through more battlefields than they were designed for, which in all honesty, was none. But that was beside the issue. He strode over to examine the slugthrowers.

He let out a small whistle as he turned one over. These would do some serious damage to Sith and Vong alike. They'd have to be carefully used though. It looked like it would have significantly more recoil than the blasters he was accustomed to using. He nodded and slipped one into a coat pocket. Unloaded, to be precise. He'd been through basic training with the Fel Imperium. He knew how to be a soldier. Sloppy firearm safety wasn't part of being a soldier.

"Quite a lot of firepower, by the looks of it," He said slowly in response to [member="Xander Carrick"], "Probably more than many blasters. Not deflectable either."

 

[Jorus Merrill]

[member="Xander Carrick"] @Alena @Flint Michigan

By way of answer to Carrick, Jorus unclipped his broad gunbelt, a piece of alchemized terentatek leather his sister had given him before she died. It held numerous color-coded shotgun shells in a gauge that matched the triple-barreled scatterguns.

"These shells will be made available to you. Some of them are combat-focused -- incendiary, concussion, buckshot, acid, CryoBan, slug. Others are for finding nonlethal solutions. This one makes an electromagnetic pulse. This one has weaponized Zeltron Elixir of Infatuation. This one makes a cloud of ablative ceramic flakes and anti-blaster aerosol -- area-of-effect blaster denial. This one has cortosis dust fine enough to hang in the air. This one has Bafforr pollen; some Yuuzhan Vong biots are allergic to it. This one fires a superconductive net for intercepting, say, Force lightning. All kinds of options. We've got people working on some other potential nonlethal shells, too. I don't like killing any more than I have to, even against people like the Fringe.

"Some words of caution. It is really really important that you be aware of what you've got on your belt. Shells can cook off if you get hit with fire or lightning, and there go your legs. Fire the shells in the wrong order, forget what barrel has what, and you could do all kinds of the wrong damage. This is a good way to get yourself killed if you do it wrong."

 

[Vilaz Munin]

An invitation sent to him by no other than the general of the Underground, a Rebel Organization that knew how to get 'er done. And one that this particular Mandalorian was invited to. He knew about your average Rebels: the ones that try to overthrow an oppressive government, and broke the rules, and wore their cool sunglasses, and their leather jackets. Well, that is how he viewed a Rebel -- a teenage rebel to say. No, these rebels were way different than the other organizations. All of them came from different backgrounds and different personalities. So did Vilaz.

How did he knew of this Jorus Merrill? Well, they did do a joint operation bounty on some ASA ships for the Omega Protectorate. And the Mandalorian had a reputation going on somewhere for he tend to keep to himself, but if you were in the vode, a client, or some Hunter that he knew then it wouldn't surprised him to know how this person knew the Warrior. And he was glad to participate in this Organization. They concentrated on oppressive factions that were evil to the eyes of the public, such as the One Sith, the ASA/CIS for what happened on Druckenwell, the Imperial Remnant, and many more factions that were the main targets of the Underground. That's what he liked. He despised all of those factions and would refuse to lend them a hand or offer mercy. Where was the mercy on Druckenwell? That was something not to bring up, but something that this Galaxy knew of.

And there he was beskar clad Rally Master at one of the secret bases of the Underground with his primary weapon, Oror'bev, a crossbow that was not your ordinary crossbow. A deadly crossbow that fired bolts at insane speeds that couldn't be dodged by a normal being or a new Padawan or Acolyte that didn't knew any Force Abilities. A beauty it was to the Redneck's eyes and many would think of why he carried such outdated weapon that was not the equivalent of a slugthrower or a blaster. Soon, those who doubted his weapon would see why he carried it to everywhere he went.

"Merrill," the Mandalorian said at the open bar of the cantina drinking a bottle of beer with his buy'ce clung on his belt that contained several grenades and two WESTAR 34 pistols, "how much for dem guns?" Now this was a weapon that would suit his personal armory. Many weapons he had aboard his personal ship, the Cin'ciri Talyc, was his second home with his pet Vornskr. This scattergun definitely much more lethal than his Vornskr Scattergun.

[member="Jorus Merrill"] [member="Veino Garn"] [member="Flint Michigan"] [member="Alena"] [member="Xander Carrick"]

 

[Jorus Merrill]

[member="Vilaz Munin"]

"We can issue them to you for free, or you can buy them at cost -- three hundred, plus all sorts of varying prices on the shells, and some of those shells you can get elsewhere, like from Silk. We like to keep our fighters' options open if we can."

 

[Garza]

Being answered by two different people at once, One looked familiar form a long time ago. However, I let it slide for now. Instead I focused on Jorus. The shotgun was bulky. While he was pointing some out, I grabbed one of the shotguns and held it in my hand. Hefty, and clearly not meant to be fired with one hand unless you were really strong. None the less, for this mission, I would opt to just simple rounds for now. Seeing as how I needed to learn how to crawl before I start running. Flipping the lever on the bottom, I checked to see it was unloaded.

Most likely, I would be switching back and forth between slug, and from buckshot. Slug for larger enemies, something like a Gen'dai or a beast, while the buckshot was for smaller unarmored people. or lightly armored. I smiled. Knowing that if I had brought my hammer, I could really dish out some pain. Getting smacked with a hammer that weighed like a ton, only to be shot with a gun like this would be devastating. Looking up to Jorus, I smiled brightly like a kid on his birthday.

"So we each get one, and then pay for the shells. What are we waiting for? I want to see how this works in action."

I closed up the hatch design with a click. it was a beast of a weapon, but nothing is quite as satisfying as hearing the slide racking on a shotgun. Despite this, I think that this will become my new favorite toy.

[member="Jorus Merrill"], [member="Vilaz Munin"],[member="Flint Michigan"], [member="Veino Garn"], [member="Alena"],

 

[Alena Reckar]

Alena chewed her lip nervously as some of the other members began hefting their shotguns about, inspecting and admiring them. She slipped down from her stool and cautiously approached, leaning forward to look at the collection of new weapons. Sheepishly enough for a woman of over thirty years, Alena glanced around. "I'd prefer to avoid wielding one of these things, but I've got a military-style bag lying about I can carry extra rounds in for people." She chuckled nervously. "I could be a sort of ammo donkey."

 

[Jorus Merrill]

[member="Xander Carrick"]

"Oh, we can definitely issue you the rounds as well, for missions anyway."

Jorus turned his attention to [member="Alena"]. "For you," he said slowly, "I might have something you'd find more interesting." He produced two handheld scanners, capable of being linked together into a somewhat bulky, but still handheld, unit. "I got these way at the other end of the galaxy, in Levantine free space. This one's a Scanpack - seven scanner modes, translation function, comm built in. The manual's with it. Nothing better for keeping you and everyone around you alive. And this one's a Lightbringer sensor node - it detects Force-users. Boot it up and you'll see a little glowing dot for me, Carrick and Garn here, and maybe a couple others of us. Real handy for picking up Fringer Darksiders where we're going.

"I've got one or two others if any of you have a support function in mind too."

 

[Riley Reese]

Riley stood off to the side, listening to the conversation. Her helmet was tucked under her arm, allowing the curiosity on her face to be visible as she scanned the firearms. Things were getting more interesting by the minute. She was, strangely for her, getting somewhat excited about this.

 

[Vilaz Munin]

"Deal," he responded to the General and took out three hundred credits from one of the pouches of his utility belt and walked forward to Jorus. After all, he needed a way to pay for the drink he ordered for at the open bar of the cantina. As he approached Merrill standing right in front of him he placed the credits on the table and picked up one of the dozens shotguns that were introduced to them. "I'll take them combat shells," he said in his Redneck accent that was always there when he talked. The Rally Master then waited for Jorus to give him the specific combats shells for his new weapon he just recently bought. This would be handy to shoo off any trespassers that dared to enter his domain.

He can see it now in a vision.

'GET OFF MY DAMN LAWN'

[member="Jorus Merrill"] [member="Alena"] [member="Xander Carrick"]

 

[Alena Reckar]

Alena had to force back the smile threatening her features as the General handed her the dual sensor set up. She took them eagerly and bowed her head, "Thank you, General, these will do wonderfully." Alena flicked on the Lightbringer sensor node and jacked it in to the Scanpack. On the screen she saw the General, Carrick and Garn, and... "No," she muttered under her breath, "That's a mistake." Alena swiped the device off, locking the screen and bowed her head to the General once again. He seemed to be asking her to create her own job position and title. "Sir, if it pleases, I can easily serve as an on the ground communications and logistics coordinator. I can basically be the extra eyes and ears for all our eyes and ears." She smiled, glad she would be able to help in a capacity more suited to her nerves. "I don't mind getting shot at, I'd...just rather not do as much shooting."

[member="Riley Reese"]
[member="Jorus Merrill"]
[member="Xander Carrick"]
[member="Veino Garn"]

 

[Jorus Merrill]

[member="Alena"]

"Every team does better with someone good in that slot. The job's yours, and I'll stick with you personally, make sure you're covered at all times."

He looked around the room. "Questions? Concerns? Options?"

[member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Riley Reese"] [member="Xander Carrick"] [member="Veino Garn"]

 

[Alena Reckar]

Alena's eyes widened at the mention of serving at the General's side, but she was glad to hear it. He'd either be the best protected soldier there or the best soldier period. Regardless, she would be able to best assist the operation by being wherever he was. She shook her head as the General asked about further questions. "None from me," she said.

[member="Jorus Merrill"]

 

[Vilaz Munin]

"Ain't got none now, Merrill," weird that he was calling him by his last name and not "Sir," or "General," but he was taught to call people by their last name if he knew them or called them "Boy," if it was an unknown male or "Gal," if it was an unknown female. He grabbed his new shotgun and began reloading the three barrels with one normal slug, a slug contained cortosis dust, and an anti-blaster aerosol slug. As for the rest of the ammunition that he would carry on him he would soon empty out some of his pouches that contained ammo for his pistols and filled them in with mostly effective non lethal slugs and just normal slugs.

"But I'm ready to use this little pal."

[member="Alena"] [member="Jorus Merrill"]

 

[Garza]

As the General said that for missions the ammo would be provided, I nodded my head. Accepting that we would be loading up on the way there. Letting the weapon hang from my side, I smiled as everybody was being handed out things. Each one had a purpose, and was useful to an extent. As the Chiss woman was looking at the marks on them, she said no. I wondered what it was, but then, I smiled. There was another dot that was unaccounted for. or she just couldn't believe her eyes that she got one of these tools.

I left it be and decided not to press it. Moving on, I watched as the Mandalorian was clearly all geared up for this and ready. I reached up to try and touch my helmet, only there was none. I always felt naked without the armor. and it felt weird. I don't know why I did. I just... I did okay?

As the question for any concerns came up, I shook my head. None from me. Only use the lightsaber unless absolutely necessary. other than that, rely on the weapons we already have. Which meant I might be punching a lot. Or simply pistol whipping them. That was always fun to do. Realizing that I was no longer a normal Jedi, let alone even called one, I took note of that. I was becoming, ever so slowly, more like a scoundrel, and less like the paragon knight that I once was.

"Lets get this show on the road."

[member="Vilaz Munin"], [member="Alena"], [member="Jorus Merrill"], [member="Riley Reese"], [member="Veino Garn"], [member="Flint Michigan"],

 

[Julius Sedaire]

Ijaat grinned as he took his new helmet off and clipped it to his belt. With his recent time in the forge, he now resembled nothing so much as a walking wall of weapons. A long two handed saber in blue-grey leather, forged of pure beskar, hung at his hip suspended by matching belt with electrum cap and detailing. Clipped to the back just shy of his jetpack nozzles was a heavy, vicious looking coach gun he called the haymaker, a sonic shotgun with a variable power setting in the form of hammer-locks and a stout pistol grip. Strapped to his back was a massively modified power hammer design with a ion blast-sword on the back spike, the whole thing humming with pent up repulsor energy.

To add to the deadly combo, shuk'ork encased his hands, an ancient mandalorian gauntlet that would let him crack even vodon crab armor of the vong, given enough time. Last, but not least, gleaming on a servo arm, tucked back into a space on the jetpack, was his A-10, a massive drive mini-gun that would shred pretty much anything he put in it's sights. There was toe spikes, flamethrowers, a wrist-blaster and dart launchers integrated into his armor to boot, along with a liquid-cable grappling hook.... As an ancient poet once said... "I am become death, destroyer of worlds"....

Bending, Ijaat picked up the scattergun and spun it about like a parade marshall with a baton, and snapped it to aiming at a wall and spiun it back along his arm after a quick look down the barrels. There was approval in his gaze as he nodded to Jorus with a pleased grin that was almost feral and maniacal. Almost...

"This is a gun I wish I had when I was a boy.... Kark but you have a good eye for weaponry... And I should know! I'll be happy to tag along on the journey..."

[member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Alena"] | [member="Jorus Merrill"] | [member="Riley Reese"] | [member="Xander Carrick"] | [member="Veino Garn"] | [member="Flint Michigan"]

 

[Arage Bao]

There are guns… and then there are guns. Ya never really know which category your piece fits until your fingers curl over the handle, feel the texture of the material and it just… clicks in your mind. This was one of those times, the time when ya just experience how rare it is to have a good solid gun at your side.

Had my revolver, but I was able to find a place for this beauty too. Didn’t really spend too many words on it though, no need, no want either, I just wanted to take one of those RebelX’s and… fly. Seemed Flint had the same idea there, walked after him and started running checks - better to check ‘em now, then to get it all blown up in your face later, s’all I am sayin’

‘Oi Nexu.’ called out to the guy, wouldn’t hurt for some small talk before the big mission. Guy seemed a little bit anxious, would probably help him. ‘Ain’t got the girl with you? Solo? Good catch.’

Gave him a wink, reminder he had it good. Would probably keep him balanced in the coming battle.

[member="Flint Michigan"]