Omega SOCP (Any Protectorate Members)

[Muuri Lethar]

[member="Noah Corek"] [member="Telgath"]

Muuri stood next to Telgath, not feeling confident enough to mingle around with such a large and diverse group of people. In fact, she didn't even want to be here for any real reason. It was just suggested that she trained in combat to strengthen her skills. Muuri hadn't ever needed to defend herself properly. A few cons she'd pulled off with Telgath involved them fighting, but never for real. This would be the first class she had ever taken in combat.

As for the people, Muuri had dealt with so many different people, that no one surprised her much except the oddly dressed redhead. Just how many slightly daunted her.

 

[HK-36]

[member="Ven'Rain Sekairo"], [member="Ventasia Terana"],


Looking to the Vens greet each other he would comment,

"If it is entertainment you are after here, perhaps you would like to spar me after this is over? I believe others would agree that would be entertaining."


The machine offered, looking in direction of [member="Sarge Potteiger"]'s voice he would respond to his words,

"Well Junior Agent Templar is one of MICO's finest, I believe you will find her among those worthy of being taught how to use your cloaks. By the way, have you ever considered dabbling into ventriloquism? I believe you would be quite fine at that."


When [member="Doctor Stormson"] looked to him he gave her a friendly nod before looking to other soldiers and still those gathering, many of them new faces indeed,

"Some of you may have noticed already, to some this will be news, but Omega Pyre has the highest rate of homosexual females in any military formation to date. This is because our males, well-"

He would look to Noah,

"Our males look like Noah or Sarge."

The droid quipped looking back over the ranks like the agent [member="Telgath"], slightly drunk [member="Dicer"], or young [member="Zemen Selah"] who joined them, giving them a nod, noticing [member="Xyhn-Drez"] in the back he would give her a wave, hoping the young being was not being too scared by the amounts of people gathering.


As [member="Jenna Templar"] whom he just recommended to Sarge stepped forward and said her piece to Noah the machine only muttered,

"Keep it professional today, you two."


Before looking to [member="Noah Corek"] again,

"Now when you say weapons and vehicles, you mean it is all set to stun and using blank rounds? I really do hope you do not plan firing on our recruits with live tank ammunition."

The droid asked, questioning about how these captured vehicles and armor are used specifically.

"Also, i was ruling a planet for a long time, since Observers on Abregado have total power due to Pyre's initial take over of it and presence ever since, however as an Exarch I govern multiple planets, just for clarification."

 

[Meanken]

So apparently this army was run by a bunch of weirdos. The dude in charge looked normal enough, but then you got the droids, the lady who showed up to training in the most inappropriate clothing he'd ever seen for combat, two chicks who just went and made out in public, and now the droid was cracking jokes. Apparently this army, or at least the leadership, did not bother with the whole saluting and 'sir yes sir' nonsense Chaff had seen in army's before. Chaff was cool with this. Never been one for that kinda thing. Chaff also could not help but chuckle quietly at the droid's jokes. Who knew combat droids were programmed for wisecracks?

 

[Dicer]

Curtis continues to stand in line with the dozen or so ODF squaddies. They stood quietly, attentively and politely whilst the conversations continued. However, none of the officers seemed to be paying any attention to them and there were no sergeants within earshot. It wasn't long before a quiet comment was uttered out of the corner of someone's mouth: "This happening today or what?"

"Officers busy sucking up to civvies," came another quip.

"Looking for a pension top up," another added.

"As always," Dicer agreed. He waited for Legs For Arms to start the session. Wondering if the assembled droids, soldiers, and civvies would be joining in. He was still wondering when an old and grey haired Colonel would be joining them to run the session.

"I wanna spar with that one!" Private Scarn whispered with a wry grin, nodding towards [member="Jenna Templar"].

"She wouldn't stand a chance, your stench would knock her out at five paces!" Stich, the squad's female medic interjected from behind them. "But I've got dibs on the drill sergeant!" she added, nodding towards [member="Noah Corek"]. Putting females and openly gay soldiers on the front line hadn't changed the lewd nature of squaddie talk from ancient times when only straight men served, but it did ensure the sexism was now fired off in all directions equally.

 

[Aeron Kreelan]

Meanwhile, Aeron would be hanging back watching the new recruits move front and center. In her hand she held two small black polished balls, one would wonder what kind of metal they were, but their gunmetal hue was enough to provoke curiosity.

They would float in her hand, and she would be idly spinning them round and round. First in one direction and then the next. The Zeison Sha held a specialty in ballistic-kinetics, and this was one way to keep her practice and focus.

Two-toned blonde and red head high up in a pony-tail, Aeron would continue to observe quietly for now.

 

[Soldiers By Kage]

Drez would move to the group rather quickly, trying to get next to [member="HK-36"] without bumping into anyone else. Too many people she didn't know, but it wasn't all that overwhelming at least. She'd speak softly, patting the pistol at her hip. "So... Is this where I learn how to shoot better..?" Or at all. It wasn't that she hadn't fired her guns before, but more that she hadn't used it all that much, or effectively. For now she'd look up expectantly at the robot.

 

[Artemis Vahl'Nyx]

Drapaem *BLEEP*ing Nyx was not your normal soldier. But compared to her new weird-ass commanders, she was pretty *BLEEP*ing normal. Just had a bit of a *BLEEP*y vocabulary. Well... there was also that *BLEEP*ed up Sith Poison thing, her whole *BLEEP*ing history with those force-using *BLEEP*s, and her general *BLEEP*ery. C'mon though. It's not much, right? Sure, she had a habit of swearing the socks off of even your hardiest sailor, but she was a soldier herself. What she lacked in the whole functioning member of society department she made up in the killing things section. Along with the good looks! Or so said the members of the squad she had been put into. Said squad was made up of several very heterosexual men, one quietly bisexual one, and two perverted girls who Nyx was pretty sure would sleep with a sentient plant if it asked. Was 'it' even the proper term for a piece of flora capable of thought?... Could plants have genders?... Probably. The universe is a pretty *BLEEP*ed up place. So says our hateful little queen, the wondrous Nyx. A smirk very momentarily found itself on her face. She didn't even realize it. Perhaps because she was to busy crawling through a service hatch... Did I mention that our force-sensitive, force-user-hating, ex-Blackblade-Guard was strange? No? Oh... well then. Probably should have done that.

"Hey, Silvo, where's that one chick?"
"The hot one, the hotter one, or the hottest one?"
"Hottest one. One with the *BLEEP*ed up eye. Shouldn't she be here? I thought that queen would be all up for training."
"Haven't seen her. Wonder where she is?"
"Wish she was waiting in my bed..."
"Oi, shut it Cadden! We all know she'd prefer me!"
"Ugh, you guys are idiots..."
"Says the lady who thinks with her-"

A loud smack would be heard, signaling that Silvo had just been slapped. Hard. That group of recruits went silent. For the moment. Somewhere above and behind them a sigh was heard. Well... they didn't hear it. But she who made the sound did. Nyx found herself moving a panel away to reveal those who had been speaking. This 'service tunnel' as it had been labeled was just a bit above ten feet from the floor. Moving the metal sheet had given her a fair bit of space to look out from. Of course, this also made it quite clear she was there, as long as one looked in her direction. But she had been quiet. Very, very quiet. Such was the *BEEP*s nature. With a *BEEP*-eating grin she swung her legs over the edge. From here she'd watch. Listen. Maybe eventually make a comment or two. If anyone offered up lessons on stealth or sniping she'd take them up on it. However, she was already pretty damn good at those. It had been what she specialized in. Still... there was always room for improvement. That's what her commanders in the Empire had told her. When she signed on. When she got her first post. When she completed her first solo mission. When she joined the Blackblades.

When they sent her to be experimented on by Sith 'scientists'.
They always told her that. Always.

"*BEEP*ing *BEEP*s... Should just *BEEP*ing shove a *BEEP* right up their *BEEP* *BEEP*... They'd deserve it..." She mumbled quite angrily. Thinking of her old 'masters' always managed to ruffle her non-existent feathers. There were at least some pretty good reasons why she got so pissy about it. For one, there was the near-blindness of her right eye. That had been the eye she looked through her scope with! Her favorite eye! Why couldn't they have at least messed with her other one?... It's like they hadn't cared whether or not she went back to fight for them or not. And that was just the thing. They hadn't. None of the Sith had actually gave a damn about who they messed with. All they loved was themselves, power, the force. Occasionally a prized experiment got their affection. But only until the next one came along. Nyx brought one hand up and gently rubbed her temples. Stressing out before training even started wasn't a good idea. This was the time to focus. Maybe show what she was made of. Prove that just because she came from the wrong place she couldn't end up in the right one.

[member="Noah Corek"] | [member="HK-36"] | [member="Meanken"] | [member="Jenna Templar"] | [member="Sarge Potteiger"] | [member="Ventasia Terana"] | [member="Xyhn-Drez"] | [member="Telgath"] | [member="Dicer"] | [member="Zemen Selah"] | [member="Muuri Lethar"] | [member="Aeron Kreelan"] |​

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

Sarge didn't respond to [member="HK-36"], his head tracking like a missile towards the woman who was, apparently, [member="Jenna Templar"]. Pushing himself up and using the old, elongated blaster like a walking stick, he moved to a nearby weapon rack and gave it a slow once over, taking stock of what was there. "Well." He says finally, looking over to her. "Grab a weapon. Melee." He didn't care about what [member="Noah Corek"] was going to teach right now.

It would be functional, and serve its purpose. He knew that much.

But if HK was going to endorse anyone to Sarge, well, that was just asking for the man to try them out. As he moved to get himself in a position away from people, he realized that no one here had truly seen him fight before. Oh, sure, there was the old holo of him kicking Avicus in the face, but... that wasn't a fight. Not an actual one. He was, admittedly, terrible at sparring. If he was going to fight, he was going to kill. Simple as that.

You were a threat, or you weren't worth fighting.

His cloak rippled and shimmered, adopting the colors around and behind it with effortless ease. A predators grace kept his cloak from shifting unduly, keeping him cloaked in the shadows that had been his home for so long.

Pausing, he turned towards Jenna, forgetting about everyone around him. So there he stood, directly in front of her, deep shadow cloaking his face, one arm visible where it extended to keep hold of his weapon. Old, coyote brown boots poked out from beneath the large cloak, but what his actual bulk and height were was hard to say. "Some space." He says, without looking around.

Challenge offered.

 

[Miles Varden]

Miles wandered over to The Pit on Fondor, it was a rest day for the Soldier turned Pilot. He heard [member="Noah Corek"] was putting on a training session for CQC, and Miles figured it was as good a time as any to get some more training in. Dressed in fatigues, Miles entered the area and found it gathered with some well known faces and a few unknown. He'd spent so much time in the pilots seat lately, he had not been home in a while.

"Commander Corek", he saluted as he entered, and nodded at the others in a group, it would take too long to acknowledge each one. "Have a spot for one more sir?"

"Lord Protector, good day sir. And congratulations." He gave an extra stern salute to the newly appointed leader. [member="HK-36"]

 

[Tanalth]

When [member="HK-36"] gave his little comment about keeping thing professional with [member="Noah Corek"] Jenna only shurgged with a smirk and said "I can as long as he does." indicating Corek himself. After that she'd heard as the men near [member="Drapeam Nyx"] began to talk about her before she utterly chewed them out with her words. While others might have been taken back by such a sudden outburst Jenna smiled with a more ehtusiatic look and said "I like her."

She turned only to be met by the imposing form of [member="Sarge Potteiger"] that had offically challeneged her. Jenna was taken back by this, obviously not expecting that the lessons today would involve dealing with fighting someone as large as Sarge. She knew hand-to-hand was not an option with his build, but then any weapon would give her but a fraction of a chance against him. She gulped when he told her to chose a weapon, making Jenna look at her options. Trying to think what would work best for her, while being effective enough against Sarge, she settled on two bola sticks and tested them out, making sure she had a decent feel for them.

After that she took her few steps back so that both she and Sarge had enogh space. She breathed, trying to get her mind and body ready, while looking at Sarge. She waited to see what his move would be, knowing she was going to need to pull out all the stops to stand up to him.

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

The man rolled his shoulders, other arm extending from beneath his cloak so that the four and a half foot long blaster could come to rest in a comfortable grip. He was, actually, planning on using it as a quarterstaff. One hand gripped the top of the weapon near along the barrel housing, the other gripped on the bridge leading to the stock. Still, he hadn't removed the wicked thirty centimeter bayonet attached to it.

Normally, he didn't attack first. Personal preference. If you were going to fight, make sure you weren't the aggressor. It allowed you to play your cards close to your chest, and kept people from assuming things about you based on the fact that, well, you weren't the one trying to beat someone else up.

But he could live with it this one time. Maybe.

Weapon readied, he began the slow, measured circling favored by so many sizing up their opponents, his boots making nary a noise on the ground as he shifted and moved. Halfway around the circle, he lunged forward. The hand on the top of the barrel shifted, gripping it under the bayonet lugs as he made to spear her in the stomach with the long weapon; before he could connect though, he angled the blade upward so it would miss her and used his forward momentum to carry himself in and bring the stock down towards her neck, right along the collar.

His every movement was precise, calculated. It was a testing strike, and that was why he was glad for the carapace armor he sported under the cloak that kept him near-invisible despite his motion.

[member="Jenna Templar"]

 

[Tanalth]

As he came towards her Jenna crossed her sticks together, ready to defend on his first move. Seeing his weapon, however, Jenna realized she had to put more effort than she thought into both attack and defense if it meant taking on his weapon added with his own strength. As the bayounet came foward and then up, trying to slice at her neck, Jenna had pulled back at the last minute. She stumbled, realizing how close [member="Sarge Potteiger"] had come to cutting her throat, before reacting. She came foward and tried smacking the blaster aside with one stick before making a stike to the side of his head with the other. Provided it worked she would try to duck away in time before regrouping. Otherwise she would bring one arm around the blaster to keep him from moving it on her while Jenna would need to hang on tightly with her underarm.

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

If she were hoping to bat his weapon aside, she could get that. Such were the perks of a single, long weapon. Bat half aside, and the other was still viable. So that's what he used. She struck the blaster along its center, sending the top half away from her. But that meant she was trying to open him up for another strike, which she would, theoretically, have done. There was a cliche he often found in novels.

The cliche that time slowed down in a fight. That something in the body, adrenaline and a copious amount of other released chemicals, allowed the brain to make everything seem slower. He'd found it wasn't a cliche. It was true. It was the bodys way of keeping your senses from getting totally overloaded in an instant. All those signals, all that processing.

She swung, knocked aside his blaster, and he ducked. But the side effect of knocking aside part of the blaster is that it allowed the other end to come around - the butt end - and swing for her torso, even as her second stick passed through the air where his head had been. He shoved forward, the momentum of bringing the stock around allowing him to move in even as she backed up.

Blaster-made-quarterstaff swinging in his hand, he brought it around into a ready position before seamlessly transitioning to face the stock forward, spearing it towards her midriff before flicking upward to hopefully catch her under the chin.


[member="Jenna Templar"]

 

[Tanalth]

The hard hit to the gut was something Jenna sould've seen coming. She backed up when he struck her with the end of his gun, obviously seeing how experienced her was with his weapon. It was a good thing, at least, that he wasn't using the blaster part of it. Jenna needed to recover and fast once he tried stricking her again, now with the sharp end of his bayonet. She crossed her sticks and kept them at a positon and waited until his weapon came close enough. She caught the sharp end in-between them before focing them up, leaving [member="Sarge Potteiger"] with his arms occupied. She took the oppertunity and tried to kick him in the chest, hopfully sending him back.

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

Sarge gave a grin beneath his cowl, the only real display of emotion he'd had through this whole fight. He'd fought with that blaster for years in this exact manner, and it was, for all intents and purposes an extension of his body. But, as was the case with war, sometimes you had to let pieces of your body go for reasons out of your control. So she took his blaster, and he let go.

Next instinctive action would be to kick, as her legs were the only things free and he was in prime position. One foot transitioned its weight to the heel, and that meant the other... He pivoted, the kick scraping along the front of his chestguard before he finished his turn. Completely it, back now facing her chest and his body crouching, an arm moved to loop around the underside of the kicking limb before the other went to lock around the top.

Then it was a heave and a pull and all of his extensive muscle would be put into throwing her bodily over his shoulder and onto the ground in a violent slamming motion. Provided, of course, she wasn't stopping him.

[member="Jenna Templar"]

 

[Tanalth]

Damn. He was good. He sacrificed his weapon, Jenna not thinking on it, before managing to snag her leg even as she landed a blow. She felt herself being lifted up and off the ground before he brought her up and around over his shoulder. She had no way of landing on her feet, but at least she could try to bring him down with her. As she was in the air Jenna reached out, trying to snag one of the sticks in her hand around [member="Sarge Potteiger"] by the neck and/or head, hopefully pulling him down with her before she would eventually hit the ground. A heavy and hard blow, obviously, and one she knew she was going to feel sore from for a while.

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

Sarge felt something batter against his shoulder, but he wasn't overly concerned. Armor was armor, but a few inches higher and he'd likely wind up with a throbbing headache. But once she'd gone over his shoulder, he'd loosened his grip so that momentum was the real killer in regards to pain she felt. Not unlike a trebuchet, he'd merely provided the tension and torque to propel her towards the ground.

And in the same manner, once she reached an apex, he let gravity and momentum do the work. Still crouched, one knee on the ground in the position one often assumed while using a shoulder-fired launcher, she'd finally get a look up into the shadows of his hood. Scruffy beard obscured much of it, but wherever his eyes were... it was hard to tell. Glistening shadow lay where eyes would normally be.

"Acceptable." He says to her, mind already away from the fight. This was how he was; it wasn't about winning or losing, or even making a point. When he was done, he was done.

This was that moment.

He'd understand if she got agitated.

[member="Jenna Templar"]

 

[Tanalth]

Admist her groaning Jenna heard [member="Sarge Potteiger"] say how her act was apprently acceptable. Still lying on the ground and looking up to the ceiling she smiled and gave a weak "Hooray..." before coughing a little. She sat up, feeling the unforgivable sore feeling in her back and stomach, before asking "Can I get an ice pack here? Or maybe just bring a whole damn fridge." She just sat there and waited for any medical help she could get, because she needed it. She looked over to [member="Noah Corek"] and [member="HK-36"] before giving them a smile and shrug. Apparently all of this being good enough for Sarge meant it was good enough for everyone.

 

[Aeron Kreelan]

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Meanwhile, Aeron would continue her practice with the small metallic spheres. Ones that would suddenly break apart under her concentration and turn into four smaller ones.

"You have to give it to the good ol Colonel." she would say, making her way over to [member="Jenna Templar"]. "He always has a way with women." she'd say wryly. Not in offence, but more in good humor.

Her hand would extend down, the free one that is that wasn't playing with floating balls.

"Up you go. I'm sure the medic will be around to patch you up."

 

[Cassus De'Gaunt]

[member="Jenna Templar"]
Well, looks like Veronica would be working even sooner than she had thought... The medical team had watched the fight with half-hidden interest. Of course they had all assumed that Sarge would win. He's Sarge, after all. Which was why they finished setting up their miniature med-bay as fast as they could. Who knew how beat up the girl would end up? Doctor Stormson frowned slightly as she looked on. Not much later Ms. Templar was asking for assistance. That was her cue. Putting a little pep in her step the girl jogged towards the wounded warrior. Behind her those she came with were getting a couple ice packs ready.

"Ms. Templar, I'm Dr. Veron Stormson. Why don't you come over to my station and we'll get you patched up?"

She would have offered a hand, but it looked like [member="Aeron Kreelan"] already had. So for now the woman stood back a little. Once Jenna got up she'd offer her shoulder for support.