Waiting

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Previous events on Korriban had been....eventful. An attack from a Sit remnant in the ruins of the planet had left First Sergeant Nelovich's security team antsy. Two men had fallen in combat, and the Jedi had even gotten involved.

Coruscant had fallen however, and the One Sith were cutting a bloody swathe through Republic space. Korriban was important, yes, but not vital. The soldiers stationed here were all rather conflicted. None more than Jaelin himself who would have rather been on Carida than here. At the same time, duties needed to be done. The Republic could defend itself, but only if its defenders followed their orders.

So Jaelin did. He and the rest of his detachment stood guard over the tombs as scientists researched, awaiting orders from their leaders.

It was mid-day on Korriban and Jaelin had just left the Mess. It was hot, but dry, and warranted a walk. He strode out from the barracks into the valley that was once loomed over by the Sith Academy. He wore the simple camo fatigues of the Republic's military force, and wrapped the outer jacket around his waist. A single sidearm hung from the hip at his waist.

Orders on a possible transfer were due any minute. Select men from Korriban were to be shipped to the core to assist in the assault against the Sith.

He was antsy to say the least.

The soldier settled on a broken pedestal outside one of the tombs, and opted to simply scroll through his data pad for news. It was all there really was to do in this hell hole.

A thin frown was worn on his face as he waited. The wind had settled, and the afternoon sun cooked him where he sat. Still, it was better than the cramped, stuffy barracks.

Karking hot here...

 

[Rookie]

On a karking planet like this who would think they would get stationed on a place like Korrbian, even Sergent Nekovich seemed board. Rookie watched as the Sergeant walked out of the barracks, the barracks were too hot to be waiting in, also it was too cramped easy for a attack to happen.

So with that Rookie decided to walk outside of the barracks to find Sergent Nekovich. Rookie took a step outside and the sun was already burning. Rookie walked out to where the Sergeant was, with every step it got hotter, as he approach the Sergeant Rookie noticed that he was on his data pad.

"Sergent, you ok out here it's kind of hot to be in the sun." Rookie said while standing to the side of him.

I Hope the Sergeant don't have a bad attitude, Rookie wasn't didn't want to get yelled at yet

[member="Jaelin Nekovich"]

 

[Lok Xiangu]

Korriban. The last place that Riley wanted to be in. He just arrived to the planet after he completed his training. He was karking disappointed that he was stationed for security detail than going on the front lines and killing Sith troopers that were attacking the Republic. Once he arrived he went to the barracks and entered the quarters that he was assigned to and had to share with as well.

He read the briefing packet that was designated for him. His commanding officer was Jaelin Nekovich. He had an interesting file and Riley wondered why the hell he was stationed here. He should be on the battlefield leading a company or platoon.

After reading the briefing packet he dressed up in a gungir mark one armor and equipped himself with a XS-09 sniper rifle and a S7-Straight Pistol and exited out of the barracks to the tombs that scientist were researching so he could report to his CO. Man it was freaking hot which made his job worse. He found the officer who wasn't wearing no combat armor and looked as if he was on break.

He did a salute to him and said, "Riley Stryker reporting in, sir."

[member="Jaelin Nekovich"]

 

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Nothing worth spitting at.

Jaelin grimaced down at the data pad and cursed quietly to himself as the power pack died. There went all hope of entertainment until Rec.

The Sergeant rested his head in his hands and grumbled in self-pity. He wasn't the complaining type, usually, but Korriban had a way of bringing it out in people.

He barely caught the faint murmur coming from the man in full body armor."It's a dry heat. Not humid, just hot. It doesn't suck the life out of you like Felucia." He pushed himself up to his feet. "Or Endor."

He straitened out the tan sweat stained shirt he wore, and opened his mouth to speak when yet another unfamiliar voice reached his ears. "At ease." He mumbled offhandedly, a calloused hand running through his slightly graying hair.

"Welcome to Korriban. It's hot, and the Tuk'ata hunt at night, so no strolls after sundown. The mess is garbage, and the Kiffar who holds reign over the motor pool doesn't like Courscanti."

Jaelin's emerald irises flickered between the two men, and his lips pressed into a thin smile. "Bust your shebs and they might send you somewhere that actually matters."

[member="Riley Stryker"] [member="Rookie"]

 

[Rookie]

Rookie stepped back when the Sergeant got up, he didn't want to enter his personal space. Rookie's explosive skills were most likely being wasted but who cared. Hopefully they send us to a place that matters.

"Sir, did any orders come in yet, I feel like we're all just being wasted here." Rookie didn't like the fact that they just sat there with no orders, unless First Sergeant Nekovich has orders to give, that he wasn't . Not being able to go out after dark made Rookie a little paranoid there could be attacks that could happen Tuk'ata or not.

Rookie looked at the solider that was previously at attention, Rookie wondered if he was just assigned to this duty because he wasn't here before. All Rookie could hope for was the First Sergeant giving enough info, if he knew himself.

[member="Jaelin Nekovich"]
[member="Riley Stryker"]

 

[Jason Reeves]

Sergeant Jason Antonovich Reeves casually strolled across the arid lands of Korriban. Jason didn't understand the politics between the Omega Protectorate and the Galactic Republic, but some Protectorate forces had served in the Republics defence of Coruscant, and now, well, Jason was here. The OP Miles Away, a Kerrigan-class Star Defender had delivered Jason and the rest of Fireteam Alpha as a sign of good will towards the Republic. He was alone in retrospect, whilst his troops were elsewhere occupied with a plate full of meat and a glass full of water. He glanced across his shoulder to three others, Republic soldiers. He didn't have any defining opinions of them yet but knew they were as tough as nails.

Jason crossed the vast expanse between him and the gunnies. He gently unclipped his helmet and slapped it to the magnetic strips around his waist. He was relatively cool. The armour designed by the Omega Protectorate had an environment suit that kept him at a temperature perfect for him, and he was able to adjust it as he pleased. Jason swept his brown gaze upon them, resting his hands gently upon his hips. "Th'names Jason Reeves, Fireteam Alpha, Sergeant. Protectorate boy. I hope you gentleman don't mind me having a sit with you." It was more statement then question. He didn't wait for confirmation before taking a seat. "So, what're your names?"

[member="Riley Stryker"]
[member="Jaelin Nekovich"]
[member="Rookie"]

 

[Rookie]

Rookie spotted a armour clan man walking towrds him, introducing himself as another Sergeant from the Protectorates. Then he asked for our names. Rookie decided to answer "Private James Kal, but call me Rookie everyone does." Rookie said

Rookie was examining Sergeant Jason's armour from afar, by the way he spoke he didn't seem as disciplined as others even if he was a Sergeant. Rookie then turned to First Sergeant Nekovich for a proper take on the Protectorate Sergeant, the Protectorates had some forces help with defense on Coruscant, hopefully this will not turn out with bad blood between them.

[member="Jason Reeves"]
[member="Jaelin Nekovich"]
[member="Riley Stryker"]

 

[Hishamori]

Hishamori looked around at her current resdience, Korriban is not what I would call, 'a nice place' She thought as she looked around, right now Korriban was her currernt place to be stationed until command could find a proper place for her, since right now she was squadless, and command just didn't know what to do with the young LT. They'll figure out what to do with me eventually. Hish thought absent mindly as she walked, she then noticed a small group of repbulic soldiers and a protectorate, which she found interesting. She was wearing her normal combat uniform and it showed her 1st LT bars, she decided to approach the group of soliders, and at least get used to know the poor guys who were also stuck here until command figured out where to deploy them.
"Hi there, I'm First Lieutenant Hishamori Hashama." Hishamori had a tiny small smile on her face as she said hello but not much else. "I hope you guys don't mind me intruding." Hish said somewhat embarrasingly incase she did interupt them.

(ooc: Hi there! I hope you guys don't mind me jumping in on this.)

 

[Lok Xiangu]

Riley put down his arm after his Sergeant said 'At ease'. "So, what are we going to do, sir? I mean, we're stuck here doing anything while the others are out there on the front lines." Then two soldiers came in and asked if they were a disturbance. "I don't think so but that's the Sergeant's call."

[member="Hishamori"] [member="Rookie"] [member="Jason Reeves"] [member="Jaelin Nekovich"]

 

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((I apologize for taking my time with posting. I am at a family function until Sunday, but I'm attempting to squeeze in as much as I can when I am free.))


My, my, you're quite popular this evening Mister Nekovich.

Jaelin stared up from his little perch outside the tomb. It wasn't odd that the ground pounders were out and about in their off time. The barracks on Korriban were poorly maintained, and there were far too many couples sprouting up.

It was against protocol, of course, and in many places would have brought up one of the hundreds of articles the GAR had in place for such issues. Here, however, everyone was lonely. It was dark, depressing, and dirty. Even Jaelin, a stickler for the rules, had started to allow the young men and women under his jurisdiction to have relations.

One issue that came about with this however, was the noise, and the mess. It was also rather depressing sleeping next to couples when your sweetheart was back in the core. Many soldiers took to wandering in order to kill time, and that seemed to be the prime time activity today.

"The Protectorate is good people. Pleasure to make your acquaintance." He mumbled to Reeves in that mixed fringe world accent that always helped people remember him. It was different, and different was interesting with most.


"First Sergeant Jaelin Nekovich. I was with Fleetops, but after Triple Zero is under the bathrobe brigade's boot...I suppose there isn't a Fleetops anymore." His emerald eyes drifted up to meet Jason's face. "So I suppose I'm a marine now."

He opened his mouth to say something to the Rookie, but the sight of an officer cut him off. He was off duty right now, but formalities were demanded. His attention fully shifted to her. "Not a problem ma'am. Just spit balling and killing time."

The Sergeant's lips pressed into a thin line at Stryker.

So very eager.

"Well, Book's funeral tomorrow. Some bathrobe cleaved him from shoulder to hip in the tombs." His finger trailed over his body to replicate the wounds. "And the Chief of ruins and excavation is looking for some idiots to run a torch and burn on the saber-jockey lair in the southern valley."

He reached up to wipe a bead of sweat from his forehead, and exhaled deeply.

"They want to wipe out whatever is left of the Sith presence here. Not a bad goal, but its volunteer per mandate, and no one is signing on. Other than that, you can wait around until we lose Carida and get called to the Core."

Jaelin huffed a quiet laugh, crossed one leg over the other, and let his gaze drift between each of the people nearby. "It's all a fun little adventure I suppose."



[member="Riley Stryker"] [member="Hishamori"] [member="Rookie"] [member="Jason Reeves"]

 

[Rookie]

((Not a problem mate, we all have family functions at some point.))

Wow two Sergeant's and a Lieutenant in one place, kind of feels like a meeting between leaders. Rookie got a little tense at the thought of it. Hell not a little tense more like alot. What the hell are we going to do we can't be just standing and waiting for the freakin Tuk'ata to come, if it was me I would blow the temples to bits no matter what the Jedi or Republic needs it for. All the same Rookie waited for a response from the Sergeant, even if he kept getting interrupted as it seemed.

[member="Jaelin Nekovich"]
[member="Riley Stryker"]
[member="Jason Reeves"]

 

[Jason Reeves]

Reeves glanced over to [member="Jaelin Nekovich"], placing a thick cigarra between his lips and lighting the precipice with a zippo. The tip burnt brightly as smoke wafted through the air. Reeves waved his hand, a poor attempt at keeping the smoke away from the others. He took a few quick draws from the cigarra before standing and shoving the butt against his own pouldron, putting it out and placing it back into a pouch on his belt. Reeves waved a hand to Jaelin, "Torch n' burn op? I can get my boys and volunteer." He slapped his right boot onto the stone he had been sitting on and leaned forward. Forearms crossed and rested over his raised knee.

 

[Nevaeh Krytal]

Korriban. Hot and dry. What a lovely combination. Nevaeh had been trekking around the forsaken planet for a few days now. After completing the bounty the Hutt's had set on a slaver war lord, she could afford the few days break. Her attire consisted of her usual armour, the hood rested against her neck instead of covering her head. Her hair held a certain vibrance, the pink seemed to glow, even against the bright sky. Her katanas rested at her side, though she had no plan to use them. She had it from a reliable source that a tomb wasn't too far off. There was no out right reason for Nevaeh to get herself involved in that kind of business, but the adventure couldn't hurt. At the sound of voices the behemoth woman pulled herself out of a small day dream. She hadn't expected to run into anyone here either, but plans changed.

She rounded the corner of a large cluster of rocks, to come face to face with the republic entourage dotted around the entrance to the tomb. She huffed. Some part of her had hoped beyond hope that she could catch a small break. She had expected to have lost herself in the maze of darkened corridors by the midday at least. Her empty hands remained in clear view of all. Nevaeh stood rather motionless as she sized up the republic soldiers.

[member="Jaelin Nekovich"] [member="Jason Reeves"] [member="Rookie"] [member="Riley Stryker"] [member="Hishamori"]

 

[Hishamori]

Hish nodded towards the Sergeant, and listened to what was going on, she was still new here, so listening to the converstation helped in learning new things. She noticed movement out of the corner of her eye, and saw what look like a bounty hunter considering how the woman was dressed, and wondered what she was doing here. She sighed a bit and walked over towards the woman "I'm the Lieutenant Hashama, of the republic. What's your buisness here?" Hish somewhat said bored tone, sometimes she really hate regalations but it at least she made it simple.

 

[Rookie]

Rookie watched the Lieutenant walk from their current position, to a figure that appeared out of nowhere, Eh must've been a lost merchant or something. Whe the Lieutenant starded to walk towards the figure Rookie followed just to make sure. When the Lieutenant walked to the figure it turned out to be a person. She tuen asked what was the person's business here, Rookie saw how it would be skeptical, who would want to be on a hellhole planet like this. Rookie pulled up next to the Lieutenant. Rookie waited for a answer, he was ready to shoot the person if he had too, even though it might just be a lost person he was ready.

[member="Hishamori"]
[member="Nevaeh Krytal"]

 

[Revenchent]

((Wrong alt))

 

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Well aren't they all rather excited.

The enthusiasm for what seemed to be a suicidal operation was nothing short of amusing for Jaelin. He was no brave young hero of the Republic. He certainly wasn't old either, just entering his thirties, but he had learned to pick your battles.

Then again, if I stay waiting and the kids bite it...

The First Sergeant exhaled deeply and audibly. He reached into his pants pocket, and after a bit of searching, pulled free a circular holocron. His calloused fingers flicked through its list of options with the precision of a surgeon, and the ghastly blue light the devices were known for lit up his face.

The image of a duros in a long gray coat formed over the device. You find me soldiers yet?" He questioned, arms folding over his chest.

"Apparantly." Jaelin sighed. "Make sure they're covered with hazard pay Nalan. Me as well."


"You come too? I thought you busy relaxing as you say." Nalan countered, his bulbous eyes staring at everyone gathered around the comm. Be at flight bay in fourty...you call them mikes, me thinks. Bring big guns."

The comm shut off abruptly, and Jaelin grumbled a curse under his breath. He shoved the comm back into his pocket, and opened his mouth to speak. The words died in his throat however when he caught sight of the oddly haired woman staring at them.

The First Sergeant pushed on up to his feet, and cracked a smile the could have been warm. "Evening sweetheart. Lost?"


[member="Hishamori"] [member="Nevaeh Krytal"] [member="Jason Reeves"] [member="Riley Stryker"] [member="Rookie"]

 

[Lok Xiangu]

"Well, at least we'll have something to do in this dry forsaken place," Riley commented as the group was going to get involved with the mission that nobody was signing up for. "Besides, that karking Sith won't know what hit him," as the soldier patted his sniper rifle. Finally he was going to get some action and not just protect some scientist that was going to waste their time on studying some stupid tomb.

Then he saw the Sergeant looking and talking to a woman that wasn't Republic personnel. Readying his rifle just in case if it was a Sith or a hired bounty hunter. Eyeing the woman from his helmet he didn't say nothing and waited for orders.

[member="Jaelin Nekovich"] [member="Rookie"] [member="Hishamori"] [member="Nevaeh Krytal"] [member="Jason Reeves"]

 

[Nevaeh Krytal]

Creases formed on her nose as she lifted it in annoyance. The woman was a little closer than she'd have liked. A genetically engineered 7'6, 211 kg super human and he still had the gall to call her sweetheart. She lifted her hand, pushing the shadez up to rest on her head. Her eyes narrowed gently first toward the woman, then in his direction. She was sure she recognised that face. Nevaeh parted her lips to offer a reply, while lazily glancing over the rest of the group. "No, I'm not lost. Are you?" A small smile curved her lips upward. They might as well have been, they sure looked like it.

[member="Jaelin Nekovich"] [member="Hishamori"]

 

[Hishamori]

Hish cracked a smile at the sarcastic joke, she didn't actually feel that intimadated from the gaint woman, she blamed it on she's had to deal with worse and bigger things, that could either incenirate you, or turn you into paste Yep, I blame that for sure Hish thought with humor, before responding "Yes, we all are very very lost. Since this planets is sand, rocks, more sand, and rocks.. and then canyons." Hish said off handily, she could gladly say, korriban was the most confusing planet she had every been on and that was saying something.