Jarven Zexxel
Code Name: Graz
Location: Above the Dead Zone
Objective: Rendezvous with Red Ravens and Investigate the Dead Zone.
Allies: [member="Keira Ticon"], [member="Daxton Bane"], [member="Nei Laa"]
Enemies: Whoever messes with my friends (Yes, I'm looking at you, [member="The Devourer"])
A soft blue light shone on Jarven's armor and a lit datapad in his hands. Jarven was on the Handwave Express, readying himself for the coming objective, learning about the background of this planet and his destination. He reviewed the list of Ravens who had been sent to this objective. Daxton Bane, don't know him. Nei Laa, don't know her, Keira Ticon...I definitely know her. The urgency of this mission had taken on a new tone. Jarven had read some perturbing things about this Dead Zone and he knew that they were in a dangerous place.
"Pilot! Our timetable has moved up! If you can, please make more haste!" yelled Jarven to the pilot.
"Don't get yourself out of sorts, Jarven! I'll getcha' there as fast as possible, but I'm not riskin' this bird's integrity! This planet is dangerous and she needs to be ready for anything!" The shuttle hit some turbulence and then settled back into its rhythm. Jarven, having read the entire dossier, tossed aside the datapad and started checking his gear. After a satisfactory inspection, the pilot chimed in, "We're now entering Objective space. Will you be dropping out of again, sir?"
Jarven tapped his jet pack and said, "Of course!". This time, Jarven had come prepared. He had gotten a Ravens communicator that could detect friendly Raven comms a mile away and he had traded out his anti-grav chute for a jet pack, all thanks to a poor merchant who was "all too happy to help the Red Ravens". He had paid him what he could, of course, but Jarven had decided to lean on this shifty merchant for now and pay him back later.
The doors slid open and Jarven stepped up to the plate. He pulled out and checked his comm. Luckily, he was in range of his friends' signals, all three dots pinging closely...He was new at using this machine, but the grouping seemed to be that of a defensive one. Flicking his hand to the pilot in a goodbye fashion, Jarven stepped out of the ship and, opting for a less risky position, started to drop feet first. He looked in the direction of the pings, but couldn't quite see anything but ruined buildings and decrepit streets. He flipped his body, angled towards the ping locations, and spread eagled his legs and arms. Smoother than last time...Good. It was then that Jarven could see the blaster fire. He zoomed in on the location and found Nei Laa firing off blaster bolts into the air, Daxton Bane tossing out 3 lightsabers against a...a shadowy mist creature? He could also see Keira Ticon standing there in the defensive position of someone with their back against the wall, prey hissing at it's predator.
Whatever that creature is, he's going to rue the day he picked on MY FRIENDS! Jarven activated his jet pack and made a beeline for the hot spot. Pressing a button on his comm and speaking into the comm mic he had installed in his helmet, he roared out to their comms, "FROM YOUR SIX, COMIN' IN HOT!" He put away the comm and unholstered his repulsor rifle. He could see the three now. He angled up and started to climb. He soon shut off his jet pack, flipped in mid air, and fell to the ground. He spoke into his comm again after punching the talk button through his pouch. "Okay, now I'm at a vertical 12 o' clock...Don't flinch, Keira. I don't want a lightsaber for organs." When he got close enough, he engaged his thrusters. His pack struggled against the gravity of the situation (...Get it?!) and he leveled his rifle at the ground. Before he landed, he readied his body and shot the ground, lessening the otherwise jarring impact and creating a spectacular explosion of an entrance.
Jarven was now positioned between the shadow creature and Keira, leveling his rifle at it. Turning his head to her, he said, "How ya' holdin' up, sunshine?"
Objective: Rendezvous with Red Ravens and Investigate the Dead Zone.
Allies: [member="Keira Ticon"], [member="Daxton Bane"], [member="Nei Laa"]
Enemies: Whoever messes with my friends (Yes, I'm looking at you, [member="The Devourer"])
A soft blue light shone on Jarven's armor and a lit datapad in his hands. Jarven was on the Handwave Express, readying himself for the coming objective, learning about the background of this planet and his destination. He reviewed the list of Ravens who had been sent to this objective. Daxton Bane, don't know him. Nei Laa, don't know her, Keira Ticon...I definitely know her. The urgency of this mission had taken on a new tone. Jarven had read some perturbing things about this Dead Zone and he knew that they were in a dangerous place.
"Pilot! Our timetable has moved up! If you can, please make more haste!" yelled Jarven to the pilot.
"Don't get yourself out of sorts, Jarven! I'll getcha' there as fast as possible, but I'm not riskin' this bird's integrity! This planet is dangerous and she needs to be ready for anything!" The shuttle hit some turbulence and then settled back into its rhythm. Jarven, having read the entire dossier, tossed aside the datapad and started checking his gear. After a satisfactory inspection, the pilot chimed in, "We're now entering Objective space. Will you be dropping out of again, sir?"
Jarven tapped his jet pack and said, "Of course!". This time, Jarven had come prepared. He had gotten a Ravens communicator that could detect friendly Raven comms a mile away and he had traded out his anti-grav chute for a jet pack, all thanks to a poor merchant who was "all too happy to help the Red Ravens". He had paid him what he could, of course, but Jarven had decided to lean on this shifty merchant for now and pay him back later.
The doors slid open and Jarven stepped up to the plate. He pulled out and checked his comm. Luckily, he was in range of his friends' signals, all three dots pinging closely...He was new at using this machine, but the grouping seemed to be that of a defensive one. Flicking his hand to the pilot in a goodbye fashion, Jarven stepped out of the ship and, opting for a less risky position, started to drop feet first. He looked in the direction of the pings, but couldn't quite see anything but ruined buildings and decrepit streets. He flipped his body, angled towards the ping locations, and spread eagled his legs and arms. Smoother than last time...Good. It was then that Jarven could see the blaster fire. He zoomed in on the location and found Nei Laa firing off blaster bolts into the air, Daxton Bane tossing out 3 lightsabers against a...a shadowy mist creature? He could also see Keira Ticon standing there in the defensive position of someone with their back against the wall, prey hissing at it's predator.
Whatever that creature is, he's going to rue the day he picked on MY FRIENDS! Jarven activated his jet pack and made a beeline for the hot spot. Pressing a button on his comm and speaking into the comm mic he had installed in his helmet, he roared out to their comms, "FROM YOUR SIX, COMIN' IN HOT!" He put away the comm and unholstered his repulsor rifle. He could see the three now. He angled up and started to climb. He soon shut off his jet pack, flipped in mid air, and fell to the ground. He spoke into his comm again after punching the talk button through his pouch. "Okay, now I'm at a vertical 12 o' clock...Don't flinch, Keira. I don't want a lightsaber for organs." When he got close enough, he engaged his thrusters. His pack struggled against the gravity of the situation (...Get it?!) and he leveled his rifle at the ground. Before he landed, he readied his body and shot the ground, lessening the otherwise jarring impact and creating a spectacular explosion of an entrance.
Jarven was now positioned between the shadow creature and Keira, leveling his rifle at it. Turning his head to her, he said, "How ya' holdin' up, sunshine?"