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Star Wars: Titan Station​

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- Three days ago, a secret research lab in the dark of space went silent. Now, only one specialist fire-team can take it back. And those singular individuals are now gathering on the edge of Duros space to begin their campaign. -​

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The Space Colony Hera
Duros Space

It was a white room. Connected by long white halls. With white floors that were polished by white workers and it's low white ceilings hummed with it's staggered, bright white lights. It was like a hospital for it's clean white surfaces. Yes. A hospital for the rich and for the healthy. A laboratory, for the strong and for the wise. A home for the natives and a vacation for it's visitors. This was the Duros Space colony 'Hera'. And it represented a new future for the strange alien-beings that called it home. It's colors represented the white lights of perfection, floating silently against the black night of space. Though sadly. The business of the day was rather foggy and gray.

"...Okay, okay! Gather up everyone. ...Yes you. The briefing begins in five. Have a seat and listen up. Focus with your eyes, and your ears, and your feathered gills. Cause we are only going to say this once. Do you hear me!? This isn't a picnic and it isn't a happy birthday party. This is war. And your mother ain't coming along for the ride. So do us all a favor and shut up when I'm talking. Yes. There will be time for questions afterward."

He called himself Mercenary Commander Faust. Pale white armor, with a blue cap, and a massive gun. He wasn't pretty by human standards, but a human he was indeed. Which wasn't a truly strange sight to see on a alien space station this side of the sector. The alien Duros governments had been everywhere in the galaxy for thousands of years and had the money to pay for the best recruits. Sadly... Commander Faust was not that. The best. He was just another soldier-of-fortune. A hired gun born of the New Warring States Period in the galaxy at large. He was just another lost Ronin looking to make a buck. The fact that he was giving the orders didn't mean much. Just that he had the Duros trust. Or their wallet. And the loyalty of both only lasted as long as this meeting was brief.

"Everyone take a seat and shut up. When you are all done yapping we can begin."

Faust stood at the head of the audience chamber. A security briefing room used by station security. The chairs could comfortably seat a human of moderate weight but did little to indulge the fittings of heavier armors. It didn't help that the station was classified High Security either and no firearms were permitted past the checkpoints and their very intrusive scanners. Which for most Mandalorians and other culture-bound gunslingers, meant striping down naked and walking around in your underpants for the better part of the day. But the Duros species valued 'control' on their homely space stations and Hera was no different. This stainless and 'perfect' atmosphere for the wealthy class was a controlled environment. And in many more ways than one.

"Close the doors Lieutenant. We're about to begin."

It was time for roll call. Time to see who showed up to get paid.

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*ooc:
welcome. please post an entrance with your character and have a seat. your character is allowed a com device and little else in the way of electronics. your characters have been scanned and eye-balled. powered armor and firearms are strictly quarantined by the security forces. combat is a no-win situation while on-station. all personal ships are docked very close by on the exterior of the station.

*ooc:
the purpose of these first few post to gain a briefing on your mission objectives and to met your (spoken loosely) teammates. Any exploration of the space station is to take place in your first post. once the briefing is over, the combat mission will begin. your first post may be as long as you wish. introduce us to your hero.

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all ooc comments by myself will be deleted upon thread completion to allow for a smooth story and transistions. any questions you might have? please address them in the OOC thread where you signed up to play. Also, remember to subscribe to the thread by clicking the 'Follow' button at the top of the topic. thanks. and remember to have fun. I provide the setting. You, provide the action!

 

[Mirta Kar]

Everyone was looking at Mirta as she tried to get past security, Her armor and her weapons? She might as well be naked, " I don't care who you think you are I am not going to give up my weapons and gear!" This had been the situation for over an hour, Mirta couldn't beleve a group hired a mandolorian and then expected her to take off her armor and weapons. An additional hour later Mirta stood there in nothing but her light clothes she wore underneath her armor. She felt naked and strange she had hardly ever been out of her armor and here she was weaponless and armorless. She yelled at the closest passer by " What you looking at!"
Mirta managed to look around the very white and clean station, she hadn't seen its like before that was sure. She grudgenly walked down the long hall and made it to the blasted meeting room to be called those names.. obviously this was one of "those" commanders she couldn't wait to knock him down a peg, she was a Mandolorian after all and her body was very defined and muscular, fighting was her life ande what she was good at. They were especially noticable considering her armor was gone.

 

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The room was filled with other mercenaries and freelancers. Mirta was far from being alone in her discomfort. She shared the briefing room with heroes and villains alike. And since everyone was seated Faust decided to begin,

.. "Okay. Now, two days ago one of our Research Labs in the Outer Rims went silent. Nemesis Corporation ships were seen entering the system before the station's last transmission was sent back. We suspect that our competitors at Nemesis seized the station to get their filthy hands on company secrets. However, these ships were still there upon our scout vessels arrival today. And that means we still have time to stop them."

Faust looked about the room with a scowl,

.. "But your not here because your loyal or because you give a damn about our Companies equipment. Your here to take back that station from those Nemesis dogs and get paid for doing it. Heh. ...Now. Because our operations out in the Outer Rims are classified? I can't exactly give you a layout and floor-by-floor analysis of what to expect out there. I can however give you a run down on Nemesis' own personal and in-house Security Company. Nemesis Security Solutions."

Faust clicked a button and brought up the projector,

.. "Nemesis has brought into the system two light-frigate vessels to capture our station from us. We have prepared a surprise package for them and it is already on it's way to their location in the Outer Rim. Once you arrive the enemy frigates will already be disabled if not destroyed. Cutting their men off and leaving them without a resupply for at least two days. This however? Is our only advantage."

.. "On screen is a listing of all of Nemesis known trooper formations. Here we have their standard Soldier Class. Note the Heavy Armor and Blaster Carbines. These soldiers work in tandem to provide covering fire and then out maneuvering their foes. Soldier's are most dangerous is groups."

He paused to look about the room. See if everyone was still listening.

.. "Next. Is their Guardian Class. Another Heavily Armored trooper but possessing a Carbonate War Shield. That shield is immune to blaster fire and can cover his whole body when carried from the front. Since it takes both hands to maneuver the shield, an emplaced turret is mounted on the Guardian's shoulder. It's not powerful but it does fire quickly."

He paused again.

.. "Next is their Shadow Class. These zero-armor troopers use smoke and gas grenades to disable packs of friendly soldiers. Then they take them out from a distance with Sniper Weapons. Since many times, Shadow's do not reveal themselves with smoke or gas canisters? It is very important that you remain observant of your surroundings. Snipers are renown for picking places amongst the rafters and with excellent visibility. These guys can be very tricky."

He stopped to squint at the screen,

.. "Last is their heaviest troopers. The Rhino Class. These troopers are equipped in power-assisted armor and coated in dual layers with an ion-shielding metal. Rhino armor can dissolve almost 80% of all heat and kinetic damage placed against it. Giving the Rhino Class troopers the nick-name of Tank Busters. Since they seem to be immune to even most grenade and rocket launcher attacks. These boys are best avoided all together, since only a single one can wipe out an entire fireteam. If you do encounter one? Speed is your only ally. They have no weak points. So... Good thing that do not move quickly. However, they can charge you. ...And I hope I don't need to portray the effects of how power-assisted servos can smash in your helmet with ease."

.. "Again. Avoid them if you can."

Faust paused and settled down a bit. He was wrapping up.

.. "That is all the Intel we have on the enemy formations. Everything else you'll have to discover on your own. Your ships will be jumping in-system accompanied by two Private-Company Frigates. You'll arrive in-system two days from now. Your primary objective is to clear the station of all enemy personal. Kill everyone. Our men will handle getting the station back online. They will not interfere with your work. Heh."

He stopped again to observe the crowd.

.. "Any questions? Let's get this out of the way."

 

[Darth Metus]

In most cases, the young Mandalorian by the name Isley Verd would not remove his armor under any circumstances. It was one of the tenants that dictated his culture, one of the things that meant being a Mandalorian...however, since the station security was so adamant that he would not be permitted to the mission briefing unless he remove his armor, the young warrior ultimately relented and strode into the briefing room only a few seconds after his fellow Mandalorians. Garbed in nothing more than a set of light clothing that was provided by the station staff, the warrior took his seat beside his kinswoman and gave her a confident smile.

"Calm thy fire my sister, the briefing will be over soon enough."

With that said, the young male folded his arms across his chest and rolled his neck in a circle to loosen up; joustling his mass of dark dread locks in the process. It was a rare sight to actually see the face of Isley Verd: a handsome face characterized by a dark complexion, a goldenrod Kiffar marking that consisted of a horizontal line that ran between his cheeks and over his nost, and bright green eyes. He remained silent over the course of the briefing, carefully sizing up the potential enemies that were presented upon the screen by the "mercenary commander."

When asked if there were any questions, Isley's hand shot up. Perhaps it was cockiness, perhaps it was just the warrior inside him, or perhaps he just wanted to jibe the commander who was so certain that they should avoid the Rhino-Class combatants. "What's the potential for me to get a bonus here? I'm sure I can take down a Rhino or two, surely that's worth an extra heap of credits for the trouble."

 

[Mirta Kar]

She saw Isley and nodded glad to see she wasn't the only mandolorian. She had a plan, it wasn't so focused on fighting but it got the job done, and thats what she cared about right now. Mirta smiled and listened for the answer, as she was truely curious. She would have to make sure that her suit and weapons were ready during the two days it took to travel. She also would have to get a few things out of her ship before they left. It was going to be a fun job, she could tell already as the foes they were going to face were challenging in ways most foes weren't. So she waited and watched wondering if anyone else had questions.

 

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Isley asked a question and the Merc Commander frowned. He ignored the soldier's dress and simply spoke with a tone of boredom,

.. "Your mission is to kill everything that moves on that station Mercenary. So you'll have to kill those Rhinos eventually. But do so when they are alone and without support. Fighting shielded power-armor while it is surrounded by troop formations is just plain suicide. However?"

Faust nodded to one of the Security Personnel by the doorway and the man disappeared.

.. "I have managed to scour up some lost munitions here on the Station. The Duros like to keep the illegal guns they find and sometimes those little treasures are truely worth your while."

Two Security Guards dressed in green returned through the doorway carting a large military crate. They pressed a combination and unlocked the rod-iron bars that held the munitions box closed. With a snap-hiss the box unlocked and opened. Inside were gloss white rocket tubes.

.. "Predator AF9 Rocket Launchers. Single use. And very, very illegal. ...But damn Jessy, do these girls pack a punch. Wha'hoo! Haha. Them Rhino might just be made manageable if you mini-nuke em."

Faust slapped his thighs like a cowboy and continued,

.. "So it's your lucky day Mercenary. Because everyone who signed up can take a single warhead tube with them when they leave this station. ...Erm. I'll have it delivered to your docking air-lock, of course."

The Security Guards relocked the container and set it aside. There was just something about live explosives that set them on-edge. Understandable really.

.. "So? Anything else before I dismiss this meeting and send you little girls on your way?"

 

[Mirta Kar]

Mirta liked the look of those warheads. She couldn't wait to use it, it would be very useful in her plan. She looked to the other man, and asked one last question. " Will we be taking our own ships or will you be providing the ride? " She wasn't sure so she figured why not ask. Her ship would get her there. but heh not very nicely.
Mirta liked this job they game her a new toy and provided her with a chance to prove her self. She was going to kill as many as possible, she just needed to figure out if her plan would work. Mirta smiled as she looked at the boxes. She couldn't wait, she smiled like a kid in a candy store.

 

[D' Orrin]

::Orrin would be present. Taking the time to listen to all the information that was given. He was dressed in black clothing and although he didn't have his full helmet, he still placed something over the lower portion of his face that looked much like the breathing masks the Keldor people used. He wasn't very comfortable with people seeing all of his face. Though the deep seated scar going down the right side of his face was easily perceived. The scar stretched down his right eye. Everytime he blinked, the sections over his eyebrow and just under his eye would connect as the rest of the scar stretching over his eyelid completed the picture. His arms were placed in front of his chest in a folded position as he took a spot in the back and out of the way of most of the crowd. His intent wasn't to attract too much attention. The retinal lense of his right eye gave off a deep blue illumination as it blinked in and out a few times His attention going towards the twoo Mandalorians for a few moments and then back towards the man giving the briefing as he awaited any more information that he may have wished to give out to those assembled as he contemplated just how he'd personally deal with each class of soldier he'd be encountering. Factoring in whether or not the Mandalorians would be aiding him and attempting to best calculate his chances if the group separated and he had to go at the mission with no support. While awaiting any more information he'd move his hands and flex them for a moment. The joint popping slightly before he'd then return his arms to their previous folded position ::