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Journey to Geonosis (Historian RP, part of Filling in the Blanks)

Trilan sat in the back of the unmarked Republic shuttle as it approached the near inhospitable surface of Geonosis. He had his sword, holo recorder, personal journal, survival equipment, and a few other useful gizmos on his person. The shuttle shook from light turbulence as it entered the atmosphere, buckling and shaking the interior of the shuttle. Trilan barely noticed, head in the last recorded report from Geonosis from it's government before the planet went dark, circa three hundred and eighty years ago.

A contingent of Republic agents had been sent with him to protect their investment since after all, his whole campaign to revive the past was funded from their coffers. Trilan didn't mind though, most of them seemed friendly enough and he could understand the precaution, besides, he didn't exactly let others know of his martial skills unless absolutely necessary so the Republic thought he needed the protection. The thought brought a faint smile to his lips.
 
Agent Maelion Liates of Republic Intel sat across from the Professor, apparently asleep. Of course, it was all a ploy on her part to make herself seem normal...human. People found it exceptionally hard to pick her out, and usually only could do it after a fight had started, to their cost.
She had been sent to safeguard the Professor, but also because she was utterly immune to the virus...not being alive and all that had benefits in these cases.

No one needed to know that yet. She 'woke', yawned and stretched. "We should be nearing touchdown, Professor," she said. She was, for this mission, Lieutenant Nadir, a war office functionary allegedly skilled in navigation and topography. Maelion was now an expert, having downloaded much information and processed it, she could pass muster with almost anyone.
 

Gezzo

Captain Gezzo, 73rd Infantry, Charlie Company CO
Gezzo watched out the window as his home planet approached, the shuttle shaking violently as it entered the atmosphere. He had left this place to find a better home in the Republic after the War of Corruption, now he was back again...back to the desert planet that used to be the pride of all his people. He was the only being in the Republic to have been to Geonosis in over 400 years, so it was only logical that he come along on this expedition. Honestly, however, he wasn't sure what to expect. After the Syndicate openly claimed Geonosis as a center of operations, anything could have happened. The government could have been destroyed, or a civil war wiped his species out, so many thoughts that he was afraid to think about. He never wanted to come back until he was sure he could restore the way of life, that was something that he could not do now...but perhaps this could be the first step.

He looked at Trilane "We must be careful with you and the other humanoids...when I left my people still disliked outsiders. If we make a wrong move you could find yourselves fighting in an arena." the bug looked back out the window and shrugged "or simply executed."
 
"Thank you Lieutenant, and I'll be sure to keep that in mind Captain." Trilan said as he finished reading the report. After doing some extensive research before embarking on this mission Trilan was confident he could win over at least a few of the Geonosians. Enough not to get killed anyway. He had a way with cultures, he just seemed to understand them more readily than others.

"Any thoughts on where to begin, or should we just go to where the last relay was sent out?" Trilan said, looking at the Geonosian. An oddity in the Republic, the Geonosian Army Captain seemed oddly loyal to the Republic, he'd have to ask him about his story sometime, maybe make it into a book.
 

Gezzo

Captain Gezzo, 73rd Infantry, Charlie Company CO
Gezzo mauled over the question, much could have changed during his time away. When he left many hives had been burned to near non-existence and the world had been laid waste to. In his native clicks he responded "Well, I suppo- suddenly Gezzo stopped and grabbed his head as an overwhelming pain washed over him, Trilan moved to help but he waved him off as he fought the pain away. "No, no I'm fine." Gezzo clicked as he straightened out "We can start at the beacon, but be mindful. During the darkness many hives had been repopulated and much of any outsider and ancient artifacts were destroyed during the purge. The War of Corruption saw those hives re-destroyed and burned, it is possible nothing survived." As he finished the pain returned to him and he almost keeled over as it hit him...
Already her voice was scratching at his mind, caressing his every thought with sweet lies...it was dangerous for him to be here with his companions...he must be mindful of her voice or else he could destroy much more than just a historical mission.
 

The Hound

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Geonosis. How he got this crappy post flying a shuttle was beyond him. Its not like he had done anything wrong...Well, maybe that depends on your definition of wrong. A few drinks here, a crude joke here. 'I guess I might have pissed someone off...' he thought to himself as he unbuckled his harness and moved from the cockpit and to the rear of the ship where the rest of the company was stationed. "Did everyone have a comfortable flight? Sorry there weren't any nuts or an in flight meal." he said, half jokingly. He didn't know why the Republic had any interest in Geonosis, but what ever the reason is they brought some non-combatant, probably some kind of scholar knowing the Republic, and a few extra foot soldiers. Excorts probably, and the famed Genosian captain. And then he saw her. She seemed as dangerous as she was beautiful, her black hair and light eyes entrancing him.

He caught himself staring and scratched his head before his next words. "So, the Brass didn't give a time frame here, so..." looking directly at the scholarly man he asked with a charming smile, "When are you all due back here? The Republic needs its Ace after all." he hoped that last part at least piqued the woman's interest, if not make her fall in love instantly.
 
"Hmm." Was Trilan's only response to the Geonosian's reply, he seemed off in some way.

"A week, two at most, but I work quickly." Trilan said with a chuckle to the highly confident pilot who'd the government saw fit to send.
 

Gezzo

Captain Gezzo, 73rd Infantry, Charlie Company CO
Gezzo looked back to the captain "Your confidence is strong, let us hope that it is not all talk. Here, on Geonosis, only the truly strong survive." He then turned back to the historian and the robot that the Republic insisted on sending "We must move now, the weather is quiet but a sand storm of massive radiation burst could hit us at any second. Most the radiation bursts are in small dosage but if one massive enough hits I can not guarantee that you humans will survive."
 
Nomad sat quietly in the back of the shuttle, as if he weren't actually there. In fact, the entire flight crew must have thought he had fallen asleep. He was very much awake, though his face was hidden by the shadow cast by the hood of his cloak. It wasn't until the Geonosian spoke that Nomad finally moved. He stood, the brown Jedi-like cloak flowing around the bulk of the armor that was hidden underneath. He walked over to the historian, placing himself between him and the Geonosian.

"Stay close to me, and you'll survive." Nomad wasn't exactly sure how much the team assigned to this mission had been told. Though Nomad wouldn't volunteer the information, he had been one of the strong that had survived Geonosis.

Nearly nine-hundred years ago.

"Move at a fast pace to the nearest facility, and we'll be fine." Nomad started towards the exit of the ship. "As soon as the hatch is open, we'll follow your lead, Professor. If you feel in any danger at all, stay behind me, and we'll move back to the shuttle at a moment's notice."

It was at that moment Nomad removed the hood of his cloak, revealing the definitive features of his face. Would there be any reaction to the nearly identical face of Jango Fett?
 
"Alright Captain." Trilan replied to the Geonosian with a thoughtful gaze.

Trilan smiled and nodded when Nomad spoke to him as though he couldn't defend himself. He didn't harbor any animosity about it though, he was actually glad, few knew of his training and connection to the R.I.A and he'd rather keep it that way.

"Sounds good Trooper." Trilan said with a smile, he'd been told a clone would be on the mission, he just hadn't been told who, or apparently from what era they were from. This clone may have lived through the Clone Wars.

'If you don't mind me asking, how are you still alive?"
 
So he had recognized his face. He assumed that, like all the others, the rumors would have been enough to stall any questions. This man, though, was a historian. Nomad didn't know much about life beyond the military, but Tenthrad was curious about history. The fact that a living, breathing piece of that precious history was standing before him probably piqued his interest.

"I spent a lot of time on ice." It was short and to the point. Nomad was very much focused on the job which left very little for small talk. "I'll move when you're ready."

Suddenly, his chest tightened slightly. He showed no visible signs, other than a small wince at the corner of his left eye, but his mind was racing. What the hell was that? This was a fairly low risk mission. The only danger was of the storms that appeared sparingly on this planet, and he had survived those during the first-

The first attack on Geonosis. He took a deep breath and shut his eyes, calming his center. He had survived then, and he'd survive now. After the mission to rescue the Jedi had been a success, he had visited the planet twice. Both times, no reaction. This was no different. This planet was the same, he'd see that soon.

He'd see that soon.
 
"Let's get going then, shall we?" Trilan said as he hopped off of the now open landing ramp onto the hard ground. His sword was sheathed in a position where he could quick draw it if needed and his eyes shown with a practiced curiosity. The relay station was merely five hundred yards away.

Trilan grinned and began the trek, goggles kept the sand out of his eyes and put up HUD which included motion tracking technology.
 

Gezzo

Captain Gezzo, 73rd Infantry, Charlie Company CO
Finally, after so long he finally had heat! Real, dry skin scorching heat! It felt so good on the creatures exoskeleton that it made him want to purr. He followed Trillan, since he knew where they were going, but he was keeping his eyes out. Already he could feel they eyes of a hive on them, the question was whether the feral subspecies of his people or warriors ready to strike them down.
 
Nomad cautiously stepped off the ship, prepared to follow the historian with quick strides. As soon as his boots hit the sand, though, something made him pause. His eyes took several moments to adjust to the sun, but when they did, he looked out. Staring at the red sand, his breath seemed to be trapped within him. Unable to breath, Nomad was frozen in place.

Move, he thought to himself. Move, damn it!

"MOVE, DAMN IT!" His eyes widened. That voice. A clone? There was another Fett clone here? "MOVE, DROID COMPANY IN BOUND!"

He tried shaking his head, but his body wouldn't move. Sounds of explosions, of blaster fire, ran through his mind. Geonosis. The Jedi. They were there to save the Jedi. The Seperatists had a droid army, with factories built within the catacombs. His teams mission was to infiltrate and destroy them...but the ambush...there had been an ambush...nine hundred years ago...

He felt dizzy, stumbling back on the ramp as his back hit the wall. Breath. He couldn't breath. The Jedi...were they alright...?
 

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