The Ballad of Leroy Jenkins (CIS Dominion of Toong'L 100 posts)

[Kahlil Noble]

Kage loads up into the LAAT, grunting. "Get the remaining sisters on here! We're finishing this aye?" He's not the pilot at the moment, but the plan is to get to his gunship at least. Once in the air this fight would be that much more one sided. CIS Victory today.

 

[Galaar Tal'Verda]

Galaar spoke back at Calico over the comms. "Gonna be evaced soon sir, Dread Sisters are clearing the armory first and Ka'ika is grabbing the Tart-Cart, all objectives are complete and my arm hurts. You better have a caf nice and warm for me when I get home vod, or I will piss on walls and the Strill ain't being left behind." He darted toward Bluejay and the Sith, he kept his Strill back and opened fire with his pistol to distract the apprentice for her to finish it.

"C'mon Ad'ika! We gotta move! The Capitol is waiting!"

@[member="Commander Calico CC-247"] @[member="T:N1:LDR"] @[member="Kage CC-743"]

 

[Revenchent]

An annoyed grunt left Calico. Sigma was still being iffy. "Perfect squad my shebs." The Commander opened the direct comms to the wayward squad. He snapped into the Sergeant's earpiece. "Toph, move with Master Sergeant Galaar and his team!" Calico ordered while simultaneously coordinating the fighter assault to pepper the city's defenses. The M-A-C's would take time to recharge after multiple blasts in a short time period.

The Commander flipped back to Galaar's channel. "Trade the strill for caf, that's how this game goes. Keep it together ner'vod, we're almost through the storm."

Toph
The squad of matte black Commandos erupted out of their cover positions. BLue arches of lasserfire flew toward the Dread Sisters' aggressors. The man in front--clearly in charge-- popped in a fresh clip as he lined up with Galaar. "Sir, Sigma Squad is attached under your command as of now. We'll be escorting you and the ladies until our boots hit the city!"

 

[Galaar Tal'Verda]

Galaar was back on Calico's channel in an instant as he and Sigma hosed down blaster fire on poor Bluejay's assailant. "You're being a slagging d'ikut, I'm not leaving adorable Lor'ika behind. he's like a son to me." Those were words his brother likely dreaded; the worst part about is that he was grinning under his helmet before barking more orders. "Everyone onto the Tart-Kart, we gotta roll out, that means you too Bluejay!" He called her by her name for the first time.

@[member="Commander Calico CC-247"] @[member="Kage CC-743"] @T:N1:LDR

 

[Kahlil Noble]

Kage gets into the seat of the Tart-Cart then, turning the beauty on. So nice to have you back in my control. He smiles as the engines hum to life. "Load up chaps! We got a city to take!" He takes control of the stick, starting to lift off. Just enough to be off the ground, but not high enough to make it hard for anyone to get on. Today was turning out to be a good day, save for poor Galaars arm.

He wont stay back. Strong willed at least.

 

[Bluejay Ungolfen]

"Everyone onto the Tart-Kart, we gotta roll out, that means you too Bluejay!"
"Working on it, sir." Bluejay said through gritted teeth, trying to keep her focus. Damn all these comm channels. She thought furiously.

Finally.

Stigma's blasterfire distracted the Sith apprentice just long enough for her to slide around his guard, jam her blaster pistol under his chin, and pull the trigger, sending a small flurry of brain bits shooting up in the air. She stepped back, and for a moment there was a deadly silence, before she took the two seconds to reply to Galaar properly. "Yessir. On my way." She said, turned, and sprinted, just managing to get aboard before the Tart-Cart took off. Scythe glanced at her. "Nice to see you could join us ma'am." Bluejay tilted her head. "Nice indeed." She replied. "Well done with the mortars, by the way."
Scythe didn't say anything, but she was grinning underneath her helmet.

@[member="Galaar CC-252"] @[member="Kage CC-743"]

 

[Galaar Tal'Verda]

Galaar was the last onto the Tar-Cart after his Strill which oddly enough moved to sit on Bluejay's feet. His arm was torn to hell still and Sigma had to help him. His looked at each person in the dropship. "Alight, lets take this slagging rock and then we can meet some Twi'leks and huff some driink and maybe spice..." He was grinning under his helmet as he looked toward the embattled capitol on the horizon.

"Alright Ka'ika! Take us in, time to get this show on the rode so I can show the rest of the Sith my handsome face and new scars."

@[member="T:N1:LDR"] @[member="Kage CC-743"] @[member="Commander Calico CC-247"]

 

[Kahlil Noble]

Kage pulls the stick up. They're up in the air in a matter of seconds then, soaring right for the city. The pilot seemed much more comfortable now, finally back in the sky where he belonged. "Don't get comfy, we'll be there shortly. Where do you want me to drop you?" The clone keeps his gaze forward, focused on the incoming city. There were bound to be more AA turrets. "And be sure to hang on this time. We'll be pulling off more this time to evade turret fire then last time."

 

[Bluejay Ungolfen]

Bluejay's eyes shot up in surprise when the strill went to sit on her feet. Carefully, she stepped away before the strill could actually sit down - she didn't really fancy having her feet pinned, and something told her that kicking the animal would not be a good idea. Particularly with Galaar standing in the same ship as she was, with a blaster close at hand.

Yes. Very bad idea.

@[member="Galaar CC-252"]

 

[Galaar Tal'Verda]

Galaar looked over at the Dread Sister and then reached up and ran his hand over the exposed bone of his shoulder. He staggered his way to the back of the gunship where he was positive he wasn't going to fallout and then grunted before slumping against the metal. "Bluejay, you're in charge on the field for now... As much as I want to I don't think I can make it." His helmet was popped off with a hiss and he gave a tired, pained grin. "Just get me a Caf when this is all over and keep Ka'ika alive for me." Then he passed out, he was still alive, but passed out with a whimpering strill at his side.

@[member="T:N1:LDR"] @[member="Kage CC-743"] @[member="Commander Calico CC-247"]

 

[Bluejay Ungolfen]

Because I'm so bloody good at command.

Well, it was a sad truth. Bluejay was good at directing squads. Not...well, not anything bigger than a squad. Thankfully, there was still enough time for her to think while the Tart-Cart flew. Only a few minutes, but it would be enough.

Scythe switched over to a private channel with Bluejay. "You do realize you're covered in gore, right ma'am?" Glancing down, Bluejay saw she was right. Oh. Well. More cleaning to do when this is over. She admitted it was - probably - not that bad. But still.

@[member="Kage CC-743"]

 

[Kahlil Noble]

Kage glances over his shoulder then. He pulls on the stick in front of him and turns from the city, aiming right for the frigate. "Say what you want, but we're going back to the frigate. Galaar needs the medics there. You still wanna fight Bluejay, find another ride down." Kage then focuses on his flying then, ignoring any further conversation. He wasn't one for friends, but Galaar was like family to him. No way he'd fly to a combat zone with him passed out in the back.

You're going back up. No questions asked.

 

[Bluejay Ungolfen]

Bluejay had no objections whatsoever. "I'm not arguing with you on that point, Kage." She told him wearily. Any other time she'd find another ride down, but she would be too worried about Lefty once she got there to do anything about it. One hundred and sixty-five of them there might be, but they were all Sisters. And that meant they looked out for each other, battles be damned to the darkest pits of the Nine Corellian Hells.

@[member="Kage CC-743"]

 

[Revenchent]

Calico stared down at the tactical monitor with a very focused expression. The reports had begun to flow in. Their men were all en route back to the frigate in a swarm of LAATs. The hangers were being filled as medical staffed ferried injured soldiers through the various facilities of the ship. It was all a well oiled machine--but Galaar had been wounded. The Commander kept a close eye on Tart-Cart as it drifted into the welcoming hanger bay of Bravo-Six. His boys were on that flight.

"Flight control, make sure Tart-Cart is treated immediately." He ordered, turning away from his command console. "Inform the Colonel that stage one of the assault was a complete success. Minimal losses, and the M-A-C cannons work past expected performance value."

The Ensign from before stood up straight and proud. "Sir, the Infantry division s ready for a full scale assault on the city. CC squads Alpha through Gamma are on station for deployment!" The Ensign snapped off a crisp salute; before turning back to his station.

Calico cracked a wide grin. It was his time to shine now. "Good lad! Inform Colonel Isley that we will be launching the final assault in twenty mikes. Command of the blockade should be performed by whoever he sees fit." With that; the Commander strode on proudly toward his private quarters. He needed to kit up--it was his turn to lead the ground assault.

 

[Oddball]

Oddball stood with Calico and his other clone brothers, he was here to make that last push to make the day theirs. "COC COC this is Hellboy Two Four, ready for advancement into the current objective. How copy over." On his radio pack the clone awaited to head into combat, the last time he tried he ended up hitting his head and having to stay behind and work the comms for the operation. But not today, today he was doing the grunt work with his hands. Setting up his log book he began to write down the various heights and measurements to call in air strikes when needed. Humming a tune to himself he made another call on his radio set. "Hellhawk One Niner be sure to stay over four cherubs when engaging." Radio talk was needed in this situation due to the open comms situation but he would handle the freq hoping situation later

Doing a small dance around the various wounded clones around him Oddball popped and locked until he made his way to the LAAT where the other clones were located. "Hotter then hot!" He said almost stepping on an injured clones finger. He would be sure to help out when the fight was over but for now they had jobs to do.

 

[Revenchent]

Calico strode up to the hanger bay all business. He was covered in the full Katarn armor that was personally marked as his. The gray marking around the center of the back-plate was just another scar for the worn kit of armor. He'd even taken the time to put on his kama. "Od'ika, my boy! You're with me this fine evening." The Commander called loud over his helmet's voice chatter. The sound of various different vessils expelling from the frigate would have drowned his voice out otherwise. The majority of the Legion was already ground-side, fighting Sith defenders for control of the city. Judging by the battle reports flowing across the Commander's HUD; the skirmish was going swimmingly.

"At ease." He mumbled as he stepped aboard the Laarty. There were no Commandos this time; strictly infantry. Calico stood out immensely in his grand, ancient armor. "The Colonel will be joining us groundside. A Sith Master by the name of Darth Ganus has made the citadel his little home." The Commander waved for Oddball to join him. He'd taken a liking to the not-so-normal Clone. "He and his apprentices need to be expediated. Until they've been killed our control on the surface will not be ultimate--and personally, I'm not a fan of the bathrobe look!" That issues a few laughs from the infantrymen.

Good, they need to like me as well as respect me. It's all key.

"We dust-off in two mikes! Any issues before we move? Bathroom breaks? Anyone forget to fill their Nexu's food bowl?"

@[member="CC-953 Oddball"]

 

[Oddball]

"I left the sink running!" Oddball turned the other direction then was about to take off before he remembered that he was on a ship. So there was no sink, no running water, just him and his fellow clones and the commander who was doing some kind of speech. "Okay let's retrace your steps, from three to four I stared at the wall. Four to five was soul searching moment. Five to five thirty was getting yelled at by that staff sergeant for slicing into his comm unit and dirty talking him as his gay corillian lover Lance." Putting his finger up to the mouthpiece of his helmet he was lost in his own little sauce until the man in charge called him forth. This was unexpected, oddball never got called to the big leagues. He was too busy with his own devices. This was it! A shot at the big leagues!

Running up he saluted his supperior officer then spoke. "Sometimes I pick my nose when no one is looking then flick it on the backs of other clones armor! I call them snot shots!" He blurted out without thinking then slapped his head trying to get his jumble of a mind right. "CC-953 reporting sir! But my friends call me Oddball!" and by friends he meant the other clones who picked on him and played pranks on him. But in his little world they were his friends

 

[Revenchent]

Calico canted his head to the right. Did the white-job not remember that operation back on Styx? "I know, Oddball." He chided like a father speaking to a very, very slow son. He resisted the urge not to laugh; though a handful of the other men in the LAAT brushed off quiet chuckles through the comm system. "No more boogers, okay?" He grunted, motioning with his right hand. The doors to the gunship instantly snapped shut. "At ease Od'ika...your words are...colorful, but you kept comms running the entire time on Styx."

That's a damn good enough reason right there.

Calico clapped a hand on the much younger clone's shoulder plate. "Stay calm, stay alert. You're hunting bathrobes today." The Commander shook slightly as the gunship's drives rumbled from their slumber. His stomach lurched as it defied the artificial gravity and thrust into the air. "And...it seems we're already under way. Stay close to the team, Private."

 

[Oddball]

To be honest he should of been a lance corporal by now, but somehow oddball kept getting non recommended for promotion. Why that was, it was completely beyond him. "Yes Sir, no boogs." Grabbing his back he got onto his comm unit and sent a message to nearby ships coming in "Overlord this is Hellboy two four, linking with Rock Eater two one and Clone Dome three three" Informing the fleet of what was happening he would get ready for what came next. The transport rocked a bit as he took a deep breath, the young private was going to do his best on the ground and make sure they had a constant commiunication with FleetCom. "Brevity code is Hutt, I repeat brevity code is Hutt." hopefully if they came across any ambushes they could repeat the code and get out quickly

But either way oddball slung his blaster rifle and continued to work the comms for their landing "Commander what are we looking at for air support?" He had never fought sith before so he wanted to make sure that they were ready to drop bombs on a mo fo. But he would get the answer as he continued the comms to make sure he had connectivity to the other squads. "Clone Dome this is Hellboy Radio check over" he said into his unit doing everything he could do before they hit the ground

 

[Revenchent]

Calico held tight to the support rail as the LAAT broke atmosphere. It shook violently as they always did. Below was a scene that could be mistaken for carnage. The craters from the M-A-C rounds were clearly visible; but the city remained intact. Multiple defense turrets lay in twisted wrecks on the walls of the city. Clone soldiers were already within the walls; flashed of blue mixing with the long crimson blades of the darkside warriors. The ground game victor was clear.

All the other Gunships were descending toward the city; theirs was headed toward a massive spire easily a few hundred feet high in the center of the city. A massive holographic landing pads jutted out of its side. The citadel was long and covered in lights; painted matte black and domed at its summit. It looked like something that Calico was too embarrassed to point out. "The Snub Fighters are our primary air support. We can't afford to damage the citadel...I want you to keep comms open for extraction...but this is an indoors game." Calico paused as the gunship strode through massive clouds of smoke. They were almost at the citadel's landing pad. The only other vessel there was a small personal freighter shaped like a fruit. "When we've dealt with the Sith, or as we're fighting them, access the citadel's private comms and scramble them. If the robes can't talk then they can't fight."