My Babies Daddy(s)

[Jaster Awaud]

[member="Patricia Susan Garter"]

Jaster looked up the genetic markers for the Mandalorian, he seemed fitting enough. The combat records also seemed high for a worrier of his breed, Jaster himself was one and lead a few in battle. This one though would have the potential of breeding a delightful batch of soldiers. He would list him in his top three, though the decision was not his.

Next on his list was the clone, though he was certainly aggressive as his boss had remarked. He had a certain circus presence on the field as he moved the field, wizzing through the obstacles, a true boots on the ground trooper. Though if his clones were ever as aggressive as he was, they would prove difficult. He would also be in his top three, though closely observed.

"I truly like the women," Jaster pulled the Medical Holo-pad to read, "this [member="Willa Isard"], she shows natural talent, and just at a glance, her biology certainly alludes my expertise," Jaster looked at the Mandalorian as well, "the Mandalorian, [member="Preliat Mantis"] I believe you stated, he seems usable, though my genetic panel will show how much of his tissue we will need for our analysis."

He was interrupted by [member="Grimm"] who asked Jaster to take his tissue sample, Jaster more then obliged the man. But not before he questioned him, "What are you doing here, your gana get yourself killed?"

 

[Farlon Orbit]

When Orbit realized the cup wasn't the objective, he threw it away as someone a piece of junk. The slug shots were starting to become very painful, Orbit thought as he crawled to cover. He looked at the others, some were being selfless, others not so much. Orbit decided it was his time to help out the others. Orbit thought for a moment before an idea arose from the recesses of his mind.

He reached to the back of his belt for the standard clone trooper armor thermal detonator. Luckily, no one had taken it. Orbit yanked it off the belt, it's metal release giving way to the force of the pull. It was a white plastoid cylinder that fit his glove well. Orbit's hand searched the buttons and grooves of the grenade until it found the primer, a small slidable switch. Before he primed it he yelled out to the others,

"I gotta thermal detonator, I'd suggest getting behind cover and away form those droids before I let her loose!"

With the given warning, he knew it was time to give the droids what was coming for them. Orbit looked up from his cover and let loose the projectile. Then he ducked once more under the cover, expecting a blast.

[member="Willa Isard"] [member="Ultimatum"] [member="Edward Frisby"] [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Grimm"]

 

[Grozurra]

[member="Farlon Orbit"]


Grozurra continued to stand amid a swarm of cables and projectiles as he raged against the droids. As the first droid fell to the floor, minus its head, Grozurra leaped at the next closest droid. The wookiee grabbed the droid's gun by the barrel and violently yanked the weapon to the side before grabbing the droid at the shoulders with both hands. Grozurra arched his back, craned his head back, and then violently bashed his own helmeted face against the head of the droid in a brutal display of the Keldabe Kiss that his people were famous for. As that droid too dropped to the ground, Grozurra turned his attention to the next of the worthless machines. Somewhere in the distance, a person was shouting. But in his anger and rage, Grozurra paid no mind to the voice. He simply charged forward towards the next droid that had pissed him off.

As the thermal detonator exploded near Grozurra's feet, the wookiee and nearby droids were tossed from their feet to slam against the closest wall, crate, or walkway railing. In Grozurra's case, all 350kg of flesh and beskar were tossed bodily through one of the droids, through a duracrete pillar, and into one of the far walls where he collapsed bodily to the ground. Grozurra blinked hard against the blackness that threatened to overtake his vision. <The kark was that?> The wookiee thought to himself as he allowed himself a moment to re-assess his surroundings. For the moment, bullets were not being fired in his direction and the droids were not in his immediate field of vision. Red and yellow indicators on his HUD switched over to green as his suit finished assessing itself and Grozurra slowly pried himself from the floor.

Everything hurt.

Grozurra took a deep breath, leaning on the wall for support as he slid himself to a standing position. Once off of the floor, Grozurra watched as the droids shifted their attention from himself to the clone trooper that had thrown the grenade. <Big mistake.> Grozurra thought to himself. The clone trooper might have had his explosives, but the wookiee would always be the biggest threat in the room.

Quietly, Grozurra pulled a small, cylindrical object from a pouch on his belt. A feral grin spread beneath his helmet as a golden blade of energy erupted to life at his side.

 

[Willa Isard]

At first Willa heard the sounds as she spun on the floor under the droid and they registered but... slowly. She had the advantage in an explosion... she didn't have to outrun everything just the others... the wookiee could make a nice shield. Then she remembered she was in a room fighting and spoke to herself "Frak" Then quickly she was off to the races moving and jumping to get into cover as she saw what the tech had taken from her for the test. Her armor and more important the mandalorian anti material rifle with her slew of attachments for under the barrel from Armatach thanks to draco. She jumped for it getting herself into cover when the explosion came and used her armor while holding the rifle as a shield. She grabbed the smg and waited until it was over before rising up as another sound came to her ears and she saw a wookiee in full beskar armor (purity not known) with a lightsaber and she crouched down. "Somehow I think we're more likely to kill each other then the droids hurt us." She said it low and mostly to no one while taking aim with the rifle and slapping Draco's flamethrower on the bottom of the barrel. "Is anyone actually wanting to try and stop the wookiee? Cause kid pulled a grenade... I'm ah I'm good right here. Builds character and teaches not to try and frag your teammates."

[member="Edward Frisby"] [member="Preliat Mantis"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

"Go for it." Patricia said addressing [member="Grimm"]

This was going fantastic, she wanted to see these people cut loose, she wanted to see what these people would do when their back was to the wall and all hope seemed lost. Was it a very Jedi thing to do? No it wasn't, but then again Patricia was never really a good Jedi so her conscious was clean on that. Though watching the sheer destructive power of the wookie was fantastic to say the least, the power that was being displayed was awe inspiring.

"I like the wookie even more now, but yes I agree the woman is good. Shoot her DNA as well as the wookie's up for genetic review. Make sure they are fast tracked but done throughly, I want to try and move forward with the alpha wave or trainees." Patricia said to Jaster and looked down as an explosion blew more droids to pieces.

"Now for the final test. Send in UAWs" Patricia said to her little crowd as she began to press a few buttons.

A large set of doors opened up bellow the cat walk and soon shit got real. Four urban sized walkers along with more of the soldier droids began to walk out of the doors. Their massive gun's glaring down at the applicants. Of course they were set with stun and shock rounds but Patricia wanted to see what they would do when their backs were to the wall.

"Stand down organics, or be fired upon." the droid up front said as it aiming their blaster at the group. There must of been at least twenty of the infantry to compliment the walkers, and it all summed to four simple words.

Best Job Interview Ever.

[member="Lord Tarantula"] [member="Grozurra"] [member="Ultimatum"] [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] [member="Farlon Orbit"] [member="Grimm"] [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Willa Isard"] [member="Edward Frisby"]

 

[Jaster Awaud]

It would seem that this was Jaster que to leave and begin the genome panel. It would most likely take the rest of the day, but Jaster was a true master in his field.

Jaster stood to bow his head to [member="Patricia Susan Garter"], "I shall begin the panel and tissue sample immidatly."

Jaster made his way outside the observation room to be greater by two scientist, they would guide him to the genetics lab. It was rather impressive, though Jaster only took a second to be mesmerized. As soon as he entered the door he handed data pads to all the scientist leaders. Jaster wanted this done right, and he always got what he wanted, he was tough that was instead of in the battlefield.

Jaster made his way to the nearest computer terminal, receiving constant data of genetic markers of the paitents. So far so good, none seemed to have any disabilities, though he was no where near done.

 

[Edward Frisby]

[member="Patricia Susan Garter"]

Oh, was that all.

The droid Frisby had been attacking had toppled over and Frisby had taken its weapon, (The sim rounds probably wouldn't do much, but what the frell, every little bit helps,) but the clone's thermal detonator knocked him into a wall. The Wookie... Mando... Jedi... fellow, seemed to be holding his own against the droids so that wasn't much of a concern any more.

Then the walkers came out with a battalion of biped droids with them. By the look of them, they seemed more suited to long range combat them close quarters, not that it matter much since the group was at the far side of the room from them. Frisby however? He was recovering behind some crates from where he could, without peaking over them, see both the test group and the droids.

The walkers would fare well in open battle, but not in the cramped confines of this room. They'd be an easy target for quick combatant... with a jetpack... and fantastic good looks. Oh he'd probably not do much damage, considering the infantry and all, but if her intent was to see the full extents of the subjects, well, this would be it for him.

Frisby leaped onto the crates kicked off, activating his jet back midair and jetting towards closest walker.. He grabbed it's heavy cannon and hugged its body close to avoid the blaster shots from the War hounds. Bracing himself against its outer plating, he fired his jet pack's rocket at the middle walker's side.

Even if he'd fail, at least he'd get a big boom out of it.

 

[Grimm]

He nodded in [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] direction as he was approved the okay for such a fun chance.

When the words came out of [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] mouth, was he going to get himself killed? Who knows the outcome until all the cards were played.

"I'm more worried about the other contenders killing themselves, or me. Plus you never forget your time as a mercenary or how to kill..." He said to Jaster, before he headed out the door to the room in question.

He decided to take only his sword with him, as he left the protected room with all the big wigs alone. In reality he wasn't a mercenary for long, instead he was a assassin for hire back when he was apart of the sith order. When he reached the room, he was furthest away from the walkers and attacking droids. That was when he saw [member="Willa Isard"] ducking back towards the crates, where her equipment was and decided to slide in next to her to get out of sight of the walkers.

The man with the jetpack rocket fired without question, what would happen was will be easily noted as a big bang! It wouldn't be a simple task for anyone caught in the mix, hopefully those walkers would fire it out of the air quick enough. Then again in the confide of the room which was rather small, it would travel rather quickly. Looking at the rifle in her arms, then to the walkers in question an idea knew threw his head.

"When those walkers start firing, aim for there leg joints. They don't seem well armored and it could cause it to misfire into it's own allies." That was all he said to the women, a suggestion if she wanted to take it upon herself. He on the other hand was preparing to make his next move, waiting to see what the next set of actions from the others would bring.

 

[Willa Isard]

[member="Patricia Susan Garter"]

Willa had taken the time to get into most of her gear when she peeked out and saw the walkers. Her rifle in her hands while the others started shooting and she was listening to what the others said. One hand sliding her smg into the holster while the other was gripping the rifle. She was longing for some range and better cover now but there was something to be said about no scoping things and she was fairly certain she could hit several of them with the other distracting as they were. Now that she had her sheaths back and she slid onto the sniper rifles barrle the grenade launcher with a snap. Reloading it and checking the slug as she let her senses within the force flare out. She let a breath out and came out firing at the legs of the one walker with the grenade as it ripped out of the barrel then she fire an anti material slug towards the front of it while going back into cover and reloading. "Oh this is going to be fun."