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

[Oddball]

"Good to go Sir!" Oddball hopped on his comm unit and began doing his job, the LAAT was going to touch down any second at the tower and they had a job to do. A job that involved keeping communication open and cutting off the enemies. For that he would need to be inside the tower to either gunk op their communication network or get a class three sweeping jammer. Which he didn't have any of those he could pull out of his butt so the first option was it. They had to get all up in that and plant their white little selves so far deep into their stronghold they wouldn't have a chance to do anything. Oddball's writer enjoyed making vague sexual references to things and that would have to come to a halt unitil after they linked with the other clones in the unit.

Oddbal had heard of what force users were capable off, and it did not sound fair at all for a man like him to be fighting a person who could crush his lungs with the flick of a wrist. "Clone Dome this is Hellboy breaking off now, good hunting." He said the other LAAT going go help out the other clones make the push further into the city. They would have this by the end of the day and nothing would stop them! Except maybe death! But other than death nothing would top them!

 

[Lo-veht Shikt]

(OOC: Geez, I go to sleep and ya'll powerpost)

Sawtooth walked in with the rest of the troopers, his pistol up where it should be. "Sorry I'm late boys, what'd i miss?", came forth a gruff husky tenor. Looking around the room, he stood guard while Kage got all the info he could from the panel. He wasn't much of a techie, so he had literally no clue what was taking so long. Staring at the bodies of the Sith, he ran through his head every possible way he knew how to kill one. Gut their throats. Stab them repeatedly. Sever their heads from their spines. Coke to think of it, most of the ways he knew how to fight involved one or both of his knives. Pulling one out, he began sharpening it against the barrel of his pistol to pass the time.

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

 

[Revenchent]

(We're space thugs mane. That's how we do)

The LAAT screamed down the the launchpad. The sound of weapons discharging and the roars of a city at roar were domineering over the chaotic air the subjugated city presented. The Gunship's doors snapped open in the blink of an eye. "Alright lads move it! Take the Citadel!" Calico roared while slamming his fist against his chestplate. The Commander rushed out of the Gunship, his 'Deece' held in both hands as he made a mad dash for the grand entrance. It was a massive archway wit words from an old language that Calico didn't recognized embroidered on the sides.

The Troopers followed after their commander; rushing through the grand archway right behind him. They all stopped in their tracks as they made it into the major antechamber. The room was huge, easily large enough to fit a moderately sized freighter. The floors were a basic black metal that Calico couldn't identify. Data terminals lined every corner of the ornately made; matte black walls. They cast various different lights off the reflective floor in a myriad of color. Four figure were in the center of the room; one seated upon a massive throne erected from the same material as the floor. They were all draped in black robes and masked, hiding their face--save for the one on the throne.

He wore a massive crown shaped headpiece; long head tendrils falling down over his robes. His bulbous eyes narrowed at the clones. He was a Quarren. The Quarren barked something in its native language, and the robed figures all ignited crimson blades in unison.

Oh kripes.

"Keep at a range boys; their force powers won't work on you!"

 

[Galaar Tal'Verda]

Galaar fluttered back into consciousness to find himself being loaded onto a repulsor lift stretcher by a couple of griping mongrel medics in the Hanger-bay. He felt numb now, his entire body unable to move. Am I dying? Is this what it feels like... Always imagined it to be more exciting.

Then he felt a hard jab into his good shoulder and his ears began ringing, he could hear again and speak. His voice no doubt would be disfigured and broken but he carried on nonetheless. "Haar'chak... Where is Ka'ika an' Bluejay... They need to complete their slagging missions... Why am I back? I have to fight." At that he tried to sit but was forced back into the stretcher, looking around as they began moving him to an emergency med-bay and reading him into the causality list as a WIA. He had only been on that list twice before in his life, now he had a third. His Strill, Lord Cabur, followed along with loud whimpers. One of the medical staff trying to force the creature back.

"Back off Mutt! You can't come with! I don't even know what you are! I'll have you shot! Back off!" The Strill kept following though, yipping over at its soldier at Kage once. Rather intelligent creatures, Still.

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

 

[Bluejay Ungolfen]

Bluejay looked up and nearly burst out laughing at the medical staff tried to force Galaar's strill back. Shouldering her way over, she laid a restraining hand on the distressed man. "Let him through, eka. He's Galaar's." She said quietly, before adding "Not like you'll be stopping him anyway."

Scythe was currently pacing near the medbay door, gaze flicking towards it every time it opened. Bluejay had organized the Dread Sisters into as-of-yet-unofficial squads of three, just like Bluejay had been during her own training. Scythe and Lefty were in the same squad, with the third member - Nine - had been held back from the first assault and was now cheerfully assisting the current ground team in their fight to take the capitol.

@[member="Galaar CC-252"] @[member="Commander Calico CC-247"]

 

[Kahlil Noble]

Kage moves down to the hallway after Galaar and Bluejay. "We're going to quick heal that arm of yours Ga'ika. Once we do, we're going down there and assisting the Commander." He talks in a matter of fact tone. This is how it was, and Galaar was going to have to get over it.

 

[Darth Metus]

From the depths of hyperspace surged forth a single vessel: a cruiser of Confederate origin. Though a late arrival to the "shin-dig", the Archmaster of the Imperial Knights had made absolutely certain to lend a helping hand to the militant goals of the Confederacy. To this end, he had borrowed a ship from Druckenwell Shipyards and made his way as quickly as he could across the void of space. His intention was to lend support to the forces on the ground however he could, and hopefully hasten the eradication of the enemy; thereby heralding another world's entrance into the Confederacy. Standing upon the bridge of the vessel, he then turned to the communication's officer and spoke in his "commanding tone".

"Send a transmission to our men on the ground, I want an update on everything that's happened this far."

 

[Darth Metus]

Within the confines of the cruiser that was borrowed by the Archmaster of the Imperial Knights sat a master of the Templar Order. Alone, in the darkness of his quarters, he sat with his mind fixated upon the Force. Calm breaths characterized him in each moment, and his meditation prepared his mind and body for whatever violence awaited him on the ground. Upon exiting hyperspace, the Mandalorian inhaled a sudden breath and his eyes snapped open; the time to begin the operation was now at hand. To this end, he arose from the floor of his quarters and opened the door, flooding his eyes with the pale, white light that characterized the hall. Isley began his journey then throughout the ship, making his way down the the hangar so that he might dispatch to the ground and help his fellows accomplish their goal.

 

[Jackpot Tal'Verda]

The Commando was aboard the LAAT, along with CT-953 Oddball. Their Gunship would touch down any second now. It was Jackpot's first mission ever since he woke up from his eight-hundred years slumber. He had trained a lot ever since he woke up, just to regain his old sharpened senses and skills, but he didn't know how well he would be able to perform during this mission. He would either fail completely, or keep up with the rest of the squad. Either way, this was no time to think about that. He spun up his Z-6 and readied himself for battle. ''Let's do this'' He shouted as the troops deployed. He ran out of the dropship seeking cover from which he could oversee the battlefield and provide cover fire for the rest of the troops.

 

[Oddball]

Stepping out behind calico Oddball hopped on his radio and continued to follow his commander into the large spooky tower. "Overlord this is hellboy! We are in the building moving to-" His comms cut off as he was surrounded by the strange black metal. "Sir my comms are off I'm getting a lot of interference from this metal!" Lifting his rifle he had another objective to accomplish. He needed to get their comms offline. And that's what he would do. "Moving!" Running off into a nearby doorway oddball went off to go find a control room it was best that he worked alone on this since the writer was swamped with threads

 

[Darth Metus]

At the behest of the Archmaster, the communications officer began to focus upon the Confederate frequencies that were prevalent on the planet. She then began to relay all that had transpired thus far, ranging from the commencement of the initial strike to the destruction of the war coordinator. To say the least, Josiah found himself impressed with the swiftness and skill displayed by the Dread Guard and he was absolutely glad that they were on their side. With this information in hand, he then issued an order to the helmsman, which was to be relayed to the various gunners strewn about the capital ship. "I want all of our weapons primed, we are to lend pinpoint, air support to our forces on the ground. Send the team a transmission and let them know that we are awaiting their coordinates."

 

[Darth Metus]

After quietly striding along throughout the interior of the cruiser, the Mandalorian came upon the lift that would ferry him down into the hangar bay. As such, he promptly pressed the "down" button affixed to the exterior console and waited the few seconds for the lift to be summoned to his level. Though this span of time was not long in the slightest, Isley's desire to join the fight resulted in impatience; and the feeling that the seconds were actually a small eternity. When at last, the doors opened, the Mandalorian eagerly stepped within the confines of the lift and signaled it to begin it's descent into the hangar bay with but a press of a button. From there, he leaned his form up against the wall of the lift, arms crossed about his chest, and awaited the conclusion to this part of his voyage.

 

[Revenchent]

For a split second; Calico couldn't breath. Those bright led blades made his heart threaten to burst from his chest. One wielder held out his free hand like he was trying to push something; only to go down screaming as the white-jobs doused him in azure laser-fire. He writhed in agony for a few moments before growing still. The Sith had begun to charge. Calico fought for a breath, and it finally came. "Understood Oddball!" He snapped through the comms. The clones were fanning out around the room, surrounding the Sith. The Quarren remained in his seat; webbed fingers tapping absentmindedly on the throne's arms. Red blades slice through the air, one soldiers screamed as he was cleaved from shoulder to hip. Another Sith took a bolt to the thigh but pressed on.

Calico's Deece was upward and firing expelling powerful streams of energetic death at a defender wielding two blades. "Oddball, establish comm signals immediately! We need them to secure the surroundings of the Citadel. Jackpot, with me!" He called over the short range squad comms. The dual wielding Sith singed another soldiers to a crisp with a bout of force lightning; repelling all of Calico's bolts at the same time. More SIth were flowing in from doors that blended into the walls--effectively coming out of the wood-works. They needed assistance, and there was no way to call for it.

The Commander didn't notice another Darksider approaching his rear. He heard the emitter of the Sith's weapon and span just in time to catch the crimson blade on his retractable vibroblade. His 'Deece' was dropped in the process. The vibroblade was only a few inches long, and Calico fought hard to keep it balance on the blade. His legs went up to smash into the Sith's. The armored warrior tumbled to the ground as a loud cracking sound emitted from his legs. The Commander was instantly on top of him, driving the vibroblade up under the Sith's chin piece.

Yet, Calico didn't notice the massive armored, unidentifiable Sith wielding a double bladed saber rushing to decapitate him....

@[member="CC-953 Oddball"]@[member="CC-777 Jackpot"]

 

[Oddball]

Aiming his rifle up at the ready the solider movies at a high crouch to keep quiet. Comms were cut off for him and he wound make sure he could get a signal to this place. The twist and turns seemed to go on forever in this place but he would find his way eventually. Moving slowly he kept his blaster ready and off safe, though the next thing he knew oddball was talked to the ground by a sith trooper. Wrestling with the man oddball struggled to keep control of his weapon as the man on top of him had gravity on his side. Though there was one thing, he wasn't wearing a helmet.

"I don't kiss on the first date!" Rearing his head back oddball went for a headbutt to knock the man out cold. Grabbing his rifle he stood up and shot the man in the chest to finish him off"Yeah that's right! You dead! Cause I kill you!". Finishing his bragging he continued down the hall "Okay, got this. Now if I were a control room where would I be?" looking up he saw a directory that would lead him there

 

[Sonnie Rain]

Snikt. A sickening sound could be heard behind the commander, followed by a low thump as a body hit the ground. Standing directly behind Calcio was Sawtooth, both knives covered in Sith blood. Had he been a second late, the commanding officer might as well have been sliced plasteel. "Come on commander, can't always watch your back for ya."

@[member="Commander Calico CC-247"]

 

[Lo-veht Shikt]

(OOC: Ahhhhj wrong alt >.<)

 

[Jackpot Tal'Verda]

The Clone Commando followed his commander into the great room with the Sith in it. He got ready to lay down suppressive fire to keep the Sith from advancing towards the clones. His Z-6 started spinning and soon he was shooting many blue bolts of death towards the Sith. They would have to keep a defensive formation to defend against the onslaught of blaster fire released by that single weapon. The Sith kept their position, preferring to deflect the blaster fire, instead of rushing forwards and attacking the clones.

A couple moments later, Jackpot noticed a large figure rushing towards his commander. It didn't seem like he had noticed the large figure rushing towards him, so Jackpot turned towards the Sith and released a barrage of blaster fire. The Sith was already dead before he realized what had happened. After he had been dealt with, the Clone turned back towards the other Sith, keeping them at bay with his continuing barrage of blaster fire.

 

[Revenchent]

Calico blinked down at the dying Sith's body. The sounds of laserfire and lightsabers humming seemed so much more dim now; like the sound of a speeder flying through a tunnel. The Commander stood up, and shot both Sawtooth and Jackpot mock salutes. "Thanks boys." He huffed; realizing he'd lost his Deece in the midst of the chaos. With an annoyed grunt, Calico took his twin DC-15 sidearms in his hands and weaved on int the center of the room. He fired rapidly at one SIth swinging down on a wounded soldiers. The robed figure crumpled as its blood began to pour unto the matte black floors.

Soon enough, the majority of the Sith within this room had been dispatched, save for the lone Quarren and his guards. Calico leveled his weapons to aim at the Quarren--who seemed oddly calm. "Congratulations m'lord, this world's just been liberated. Surrender and stand trial within the courts of the Confederacy of Independent Systems."

Please surrender.

The Quarren simply stared at him, unmoved. His remaining Sith guards had formed in a line to defend against Jackpot's supresive fire, though they had stopped attacking. They all stood still, deathly silent. The remaining infantrymen lined up; ready to fire at the Sith.

Calico patched into the squad comm. "Oddball, get me those comms. I need to speak with the Colonel on the matter of Sith prisoners...Whether we take them in or not. Jackpot, ner'vod, I think we caught 'em with their pants down. Stay on guard."

 

[Oddball]

Oddball made his way into the control room and sighed happily. This was it, getting the network offline and causing mass panic. "I always wanted to do this. MAMA IF YOU COULD SEE ME NOW YOU'D BE SO PROUD!!" By mother he meant the jar he was born in but letting him have his moment was good. "Okay here carry the one and subtract." looking at the system in front of him he scratched his helmet puzzled. He had never worked anything this advanced before but he would try his best.

Grabbing his rifle he used it as a club and "sliced" the terminal by banging it over and over again until it sparked and burst into flames. "I DID IT!!" He yelled in a happy tone. The enemies communication network was down and their were quite online. "FleetCom FleetCom this is Commander Calico's Unit requesting air support right now. Clear them out for us they are flying blind!" Smiling oddball had done it. He did his job

 

[Lo-veht Shikt]

Nodding in return, Sawtooth looked over at the remaining Sith, who oddly enough had stopped fighting. Everything had now become deathly silent, eerily so. A low whistle came from his helmet as he pulled out a cloth and began cleaning his knives of the now drying blood. All he wanted was to pass the time really, the sudden lull in the fighting was unsettling to him.