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Post by Desertb1ur101 on Fri Dec 18, 2015 7:26 pm

Fianlly Lazlen reached the controls for the defenses. He sees one guard talking over the comms.
"Really? Everything's about good? Even on Wedenlen? Yay you tell me Travis, I have no idea why the guys over there are so secretive. Hey who knows? Maybe they got Vader to join the movement or something!" Lazlen moves quietly behind him. "Yeah stupid Imps can't get past these defenses! Honestly, they should just let us have the blasted system, its not like we're import-" Lazlen choke hold the guard and snaps his neck. He drops the guard and his body falls to the metallic ground. Another nearby guard notices the sounds.
"Davis? Hey Davis? Everything alright? You kind of ended there pretty suddenly. Lazlen reaches for the detonator and places it near the controls. He sets it to create an instant EMP effect and a actual detonation 15 minutes later. Lazlen also notices something the guard said. Wendelen. That's an Imperial controlled planet within the system. How are there insurgents on there? And what did he mean by the secrecy? Lazlen knew this would mean another deployment to-
"FREEZE!" shouted a guard. "Drop the blaster and put your hand over your head!" Lazlen faced the guard, who appeared serious but also had a look of fear when he noticed Lazlen's armor color.
"Sure, kid" Lazlen obeyed. He threw his E-11 at the guard, who flinch on impact. Lazlen quickly pulled out one of his DH-17s and shot the guard once in the chest.
"What the-!" the man over the comms questioned. Suddenly the alarms went on and the comms went crazy with guards shouting at each other to go to the defense terminals.
"Well looks like its going to be fun after all." Lazlen picks up his E-11 as well as the Insurgent's weapon. "An E-5" Lazlen comments as he studies the blaster. "Classy." Lazlen sets the blaster on a nearby table and finishes arming the weapon.
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Re: Star Wars Role Play 2 (Currently Ongoing)

Post by PSYCO PEANUT13 on Sun Dec 20, 2015 1:17 am

Out of the dunes bolted out 6 speeder bikes. They rushed to the crashed remains of Galak's TIE.
All was quite. The laser show ended, no rumble of ships, no explosions, only the sound of the desert winds slowly caressing the step dunes, and the sound of Galak's own thoughts. He laid there in the cockpit of the TIE. A small dash fire was burning and scorched and seared his left arm to the point where he couldn't feel the pain anymore. Glass from the windshield was lodged into his face. His left leg was broken. His knee cap faced behind him and his leg was stuffed under the seat of the TIE. Galak tried releasing himself from the seat but couldn't get his arm to remove the restraints. He looked through the broken windshield and saw sand being kicked up. Galak was glad to know someone was coming, because they would either help him or put him out of his misery. The speeder bikes stopped about thirty meters from the TIE. Two hooded figures with blaster rifles walked up to the TIE. Then there was a piercing bright light. Must have been a plasma torch and within no time the figures removed Galak from the decrepit remains of his ship. One of the hooded people carried him to the back of a speeder while the other performed basic first aid on Galak's face, arm, and leg. Galak looked up to see a young Mirialan woman.

"It is going to be fine just relax. we will take you to a place where we can treat you.

Her and the other hooded person strap Galak down to the back of the speeder bike and leave the crashed TIE. Galak blacked out from blood lose. The last thing he remember was that the speeders where going top speed, and traveling away from Mos Eisley.
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Post by Atridian on Sun Dec 20, 2015 2:59 pm

Vector looked down at his radar screen below the gunships HUD; Galak was moving at very high speed away from the crash site now. For whatever reason; Vector still had his orders to extract him, regardless of any outside factors. He pushed up on the throttle and sped past the speeders on the ground; Vector veered right until he circled around and faced the oncoming speeders with his thumb on the ships cannon trigger. He let out a quick spray from the guns; not hitting anything, but causing the speeders to stop. Vector lowered the gunship down about fifteen feet from the speeders; blaster in hand, he jumped down from the cabin and walked over to the speeder where Galak was lying. One look was enough to see that he was unconscious and suffering from a number of injuries; Vector wondered for a moment if the people who had taken him were the ones who gave him such wounds. He pushed aside the thought and grabbed the speeder Galak was on then steered it over to the gunship's open cabin side door. Vector looked back once more and waved his gun over the entire speeder convoy to make sure they weren't trying to make a move on him while his back was turned. Lifting Galak on board the ship, Vector layed his gentley down on a stretcher then tightly sectored him so he wouldn't fall over when the ship started moving. Vector finished the tying the last bind then moved to the cock pit; the gunship rumbled then lifted a dozen feet into the air before shooting off toward the tower agian; based on the teams comm chatter, things were not sounding good. Vectore primed the rotary cannons and missiles just in case he needed to turn every life form, except Atridian and his men, into gooey paste.
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Post by Atridian on Sun Dec 20, 2015 5:50 pm

Atridian sprinted through the doorway to the supply closet and looked around in a mad frenzy trying to find his men; Zillo squad followed him inside after few seconds and instantly started looking through the debris for Rancor squad. Atridian closed his eyes and felt the room with his senses; he felt four strong life signatures in the force along with one that was very, very weak.

"C'mon, Sarge. Gimme just five more minutes; I'm too comfy to get up, sir," Nex and Keenan lifted a box off of Whilly who craned his neck up to look at them."Ahh geez, alright I'm gettin' up."

October and Stinger lifted a fallen shelf off themselves and glanced over at Atridian; Stinger gave him an enthusiastic thumbs up, which he quickly returned, but a loud scream drew his attention over to his left where Flak was crouched down holding Yorrick with both arms.

"Kid! Kid! C'mon, say something!" Flak gave him a couple light shakes that yielded no responses from Yorrick."Why'd you do something like that? Why'd you have to try and be a hero? Why!"

October strode over to Flak and hauled him to his feet, letting Stinger move in and start performing an examination of Yorrick; Stinger was both the team sniper and medic for the squad and was, therefore, the most qualified person to try and do something for Yorrick.

"Flak, get it together! His armor is still intact so he absorbed the brunt of the explosion. Just let Stinger do his thing and you do yours, alright?" October had a commanding, but sensitive tone as he talked.

"Roger...sir," said Flak as he turned and walked off, his gaze was still on Yorrick who was now spread out prone on the floor.

"What exactly happened, October," Atridian said.

"It was a det, sir. The woman we followed must've decided to blow us all up instead of being taken alive and interrogated. Yorrick saw her before any of us and threw himself on top of her. It went off and threw him into the ceiling, but, thankfully, his armor wasn't penetrated by the explosive. The concussive force may have done more damage to his body but I can't say for certain, sir," October replied.

Atridian moved and knelt down by Stinger, who had stripped off Yorricks plastoid torso plate and was spraying his bruised chest with a bacta tank."What's the damage?" Atridian said.

"Four broken ribs, if not more. Slight fracture in his left arm, by his elbow; it hit the ceiling pretty hard. Other than that, just minor cuts and bruises; he's unconscious at the moment, but we will need to get him into a bacta tank back on the Nexus if he's going to recover, sir" Stinger said, taking out a portable turbolift stretcher from his backpack.

"Good job. Get him setup," Atridian left Stinger to attend to Yorrick and moved back toward the doorway."We're getting out in ten, boys. Make sure your locked and loaded; we're moving at double speed," Atridian said to both Zillo, and Rancor squad.

Flak took out three clips for his WESTAR and slotted them along his left arm plate to quickly retrieve in the middle of a firefight; Hyde brushed off a line of black dust off of his rotary blaster then cycled the barrel to get it warmed up to fire. They moved out of the closet and formed and square wall around Yorrick as they slowly moved down the hallway toward the staircase to the upper level. Three gangsters turned the corner behind them and fired red lasers over the teams formation; Stinger and Whilly were on the rear guard and dropped the three targets in two bursts of their Deece's, leaving black pot marks over the dead gangsters faces.
Suddenly a cluster of grenades rolled out from the two sides as they reached an intersection in the hallways; Atridian yelled and they threw themselves down before the explosives sent fire and metal toward them at chest height. Nex, Whilly, and Keenan let out a stream of plasma bolts as two squads rounded the left and right corners and moved toward them; Atridian jumped up then bounced off the left side wall running toward the enemies as their shots hit all around him. He gave a heavy Force-push and the squads flew across the hall floor like ice cubes and drew his saber as he attacked them; Atridian cut left and right, leaving bodies and body parts in his wake.
One gangster managed to grab his pistol and fired a shot off while Atridian sliced down three others in a single swing. It struck his right shoulder and singed his skin underneath; Atridian grunted through gritted teeth as pain shot through his body and gave a murderous gave at the shooter who simply looked at him with an expression of terror. His eyes went dark suddenly; blaster dropping, the gangster lifted into the air as Atridian Force-gripped his throat with a tight crushing force. His neck made a crack as he shattered it then tossed the body down the hall with a spiral twist; Atridian looked over at his small wound and saw a small stream of blood running down his chest.

"Grazed, sir?" October said as he walked up behind Atridian; the team were only a few inches from him when he stopped.

"Happens to everybody, even to me. Force sensitive doesn't mean invincible," Atridian replied; taking a small bacta tank from his belt, he sprayed the small wound a few times to close it up and stop the bleeding.

"Should've told the jedi that," October said.

A rocket shot just a few feet above their heads and destroyed the window at the end of the hall; revealing the pitch black night sky as debris rained down the side of the building. Atridian looked back and saw a large, no; a very large group of gangsters filling the empty halls with shouts as they all opened up a salvo with their blaster rifles. Atridian shot back with a quick burst from his blaster pistol as his team all turned to face and returned fire; Stinger slapped a grenade on his Deece then shot it into the left side of the formation of gangsters; exploding in a fiery burst of hellfire, accounting for at least 7 hostiles. Hyde and Flak moved left and right to avoid oncoming blaster bolts then emptied both of their clips on the gangsters forward line; shredding 10 targets who curled up and fell over as they were riddled with collective fire. Atridian and the two squads fired and moved back down the length of the hall as the group continued to grow in number as more troops rushed out of from closed doors lining the hallway.

"October, we're getting overwhelmed! We need some cover before we get turned into pincushions!" Atridian yelled over the team comms as dozens of shots flew over his head, barely missing him.

October looked down at his wrist as he blinked a few times to bring up the 3D map of the building; he scanned the sector they were on for any relevant positions that could give them an advantage. October stopped on a cafeteria section in the blueprints that was only a few hundred feet down the hall from their current location.

"We're in luck, sir. We've got a mess hall pretty close by; should be a place to hold out for us," October said as he lined up a gangster, who was steadying a rocket on his shoulder, in his sights then downed him with a single round from his Deece.

"Let's hope they aren't serving something good right now; we're screwed if we barge in right when they're chowing down of some cake or even cookies," Flak said as he reloaded.

"Are you just hungry again?" asked Stinger as he mowed down three gangsters who were sprinting toward them, throwing them into a roll as they fell to the ground."I'm really gonna smack you if you don't get your head out of your stomach and into the fighting, you idiot."

Atridian forced pushed the doors open to the cafeteria and the team immediately filled in toward the center of the room; flipping a few tables, the commandos arranged them together to make a line of cover facing the doorway they came in from. Atridian reloaded his pistol and looked at Yorrick to make sure he was still stable; he only gave the hostage one look just to see if he was breathing still.

"Vector, this Atridian. We need an immediate evac from the second level, cafeteria area," He said as the first wave of gangsters ran through the entrance, blasters firing.

"Cop that, sir. Be advised: I'm gonna blow out the wall and park alongside the building so be ready to hop in real quick," Vector replied.

Concrete and steel shot over their heads as the wall behind them exploded and the image of a gunship appeared through the smoke; Yorrick was lifted onto the deck as Rancor team covered Atridian, Zillo, and the hostage as they jumped on board the ship. Zillo squad spun around and quickly fired on the gangsters who were taking cover behind the wall of tables as Rancor started running for the larty; five hostile were dropped with precion shots before the blast doors closed on the gunship with Rancor squad inside. The gunship took over at break neck speed, gaining altitude as it climbed into the night sky on route back to the Nexus.  
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Re: Star Wars Role Play 2 (Currently Ongoing)

Post by Atridian on Sun Dec 20, 2015 7:38 pm

The gunship landed inside the hangar of the Nexus and a medical team, who was waiting for them immediately took Galak to the med center for treatment, along with Yorrick.

"Poor bastards. Especially Yorri," said Flak as he removed his helmet,"He should've been here with us right now to enjoy the win, not knocked out cause of some crazy bitch with a death wish."

"Kids always bounce back faster, ner vod. A few days in the bacta will get them both back to tip-top shape," Stinger said, patting his brother on the back.

"Hope so man, I really do."

Atridian threw the hostage to October and pointed off in a direction; October knew he meant the interrogation chamber, but he assumed Atridian was in a very dramatic mood at the moment.

"Two kids; sometimes I think we should just kill everyone we see who isn't one of us," Atridian said as Arcade stopped right next to him."People who aren't our friends can't be trusted and we can't afford to think they won't try to roll us once the chance comes."

"It depends, sir. We can assume everyone is a hostile, and shoot them down accordingly. But how much good will that do us in the end? If everyone thinks we're out to kill them, then we don't have any more friends to make; only a sea of enemies would remain. I'd die for you, sir, but it would be a futile fight to make, in the end," Arcade said, rubbing his knuckles against his chest plate.

"Maybe. If you're right, we'll have to get more men."

Atridian looked at the planetary map on the holoscreen as it played out the same rotating image as it always did; it had been three days after their attack on the tower and Galak was all but healed. Yorrick wasn't as far along but he had regained consciousness, which was a good thing on its own. Since they returned, Atridian tasked October and Arcade to extract any information from the hostage that he may have had. Mostly he did it cause he wanted them to beat the man, to vent Atridian's anger over Galak and Yorrick; the man probably was willing to talk, but Atridian was too angry to listen to anything, until now.

"Boss, its Arcade. Our guest is saying he's still ready to talk with you and wants to know why we keep hammering him. Should I punch him in the throat again, sir" said October over the comms.

"Negative. Hold off on the beatings, I'm heading down there now to finally have a word with him; I'm stopping off to see Yorrick and Galak first. See you in a bit," Atridian said, moving away from the table and into the hallway.
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Post by PSYCO PEANUT13 on Mon Dec 21, 2015 3:53 am

Galak woke up to an empty medical room. At first he was glad to be alive, but then Galak was hit with fear.

"Whe...Where an I...I, I need to get back to."

Galak, had little to no energy, he couldn't even make a full sentence. He laid there for a few more moments and took the IV's out of his arm and got out of the bed. Galak was wearing a white shirt and gray gym shorts. He stumbled across the room and fell on the rolling table that held medical supplies. As he was trying to get himself back up the table shot out from under him sending him and the supplies all over the floor. CRASH. Galak laid on the floor gasping for air. Galak was scared he was in a place that was unknown to him and didn't know if he was going to be interrogated, sold into slavery or other bad things. He looked at his left arm covered in blisters and burn marks. The skin didn't even look like skin anymore. Galak stumbled to get up and felt a sharp pain tear through him. he looked down to see that his upper thigh had many scalpel cuts and stitches. And from his knee down was robotic. Galak was hyperventilating and leaned on the nearest wall.

After a few minutes he gathered the strength necessary to walk out of the infirmary.
He entered a huge hallway. Galak stumbled his way through the inner workings of the Nexus for about 15 minutes.

"For a ship this size there are a lack of people here."

Galak looked around and saw a sign that said 'escape pods'. He was out of stamina but couldn't risk taking a rest in the hall. He pushed with all his might over to the pod. Galak lifted on foot over the bulkhead and fell not having enough strength to fully put himself in the pod. He came tumbling down and hit his head on the floor of the pod and again was unconscious.
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Post by Desertb1ur101 on Mon Dec 21, 2015 1:59 pm

Lazlen takes cover behind a few terminals just before Insurgents flood into the room.
"There he is!" an Insurgent shouted. "Blast him!" All of the Insurgents begin to fire at Lazlen, with a few shots landing near his head. Lazlen looks up and begins to fire at them with his E-11 and takes cover again. Two blaster shots hit one Insurgent and kills him while another shot wounds another guard.
"He's just one guy!" One guard complained. "How is he not dead yet?" Immediately Lazlen looks up again and fires a single shot at the guard. The shot misses and the guard runs towards cover behind a wall.
"C'mon" Lazlen yelled at the detonator. "Power up!" An Insurgent realized what Lazlen yelled.
"Wait, he has a bomb!?!" The Insurgent asked. Lazlen looked up again and shot the Insurgent in the head.
"We're gonna need more troops! That's a Shadow Trooper!" One Insurgent yelled.
"Bring up the Gatling gun!" Another commanded. Just then a heavily armored Insurgent moves into the doorway, with a Z-6 Rotary blaster cannon. Lazlen looks up to fire again and sees the gunman moving up towards his position.
"Oh great" Lazlen said as the Blaster Cannon began charging up. Lazlen immediately took cover as the Rotary Blaster Cannon began to fire. Shot from the cannon ranged frmo hitting the back wall behind Lazlen to hitting the terminal that took cover behind. "Why do they have a thing for outdated blaster?" Lazlen asked. The other Insurgents began to fire as well, adding to the barrage of blaster shots attempting to kill Lazlen. Lazlen did not try to fire.
Just then the detonator powered up and sent an EMP blast across the base and disable the defenses and terminals that weren't already destroyed by the blaster shots. Realizing what would happen next, Lazlen took a thermal detonator from the dead Insurgent next to him and threw it at the Insurgent attempting to kill him. The Insurgents see it and run to cover, all except the one with the Rotary Blaster Cannon. It explodes and a few Insurgents are killed while smoke fills the room. Lazlen jumps for cover and runs out the doorway as the smoke begins to clear. As he runs past all the Inurgents, he notices the Heavy Insurgent with the Z-6 is still alive.
"Does nothing kill you?!?" Lazlen asked the solider.
Lazlen continues to run down the hallway until is met by three guards. Lazlen takes cover in a doorway as they begin to fire at him. Lazlen realizes he doesn't have much time left and takes his personal thermal imploder and throws it at the the guards. They panic as the the imploder explodes and creates a hole in the wall. Lazlen runs towards the wall and looks down to see swamp water below him. As he is about to jump he sees ten Insurgents coming from around the corner and taking aim at him. Lazlen immediately jumps into the swamp below. He survives and recovers quickly to swim to the shoreline. As he emerges from the water he looks at his wrist comms as the timer until the explosion happens is about twenty seconds. Lazlen pulls out another detonator from Plan B and presses it just as the timer reaches zero. Just then, two simultaneous explosion happen and the defenses, as well as half of the base are destroyed. Just then a few MAAT gunships arrive and unload stormtroopers to clear the base of any survivors. As Lazlen walks to more flat ground, the gunship that dropped him off lands in front of him with doors already open.
"Hell of an explosion" the pilot complimented Lazlen. "Must of been a really interesting mission then."
"No." Lazlen responded. "Just another day in my life." The gunship rises up and Lazlen sees the burning wreckage of the base one last tie as the doors to the gunship close.
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Post by Atridian on Mon Dec 21, 2015 5:46 pm

Atridian stood uncomfortably upright as he watched his ship's medical specialist walk into the med bay, who was dressed just like a stormtrooper in level 1 plastoid armor. He was only distinguished by the triage symbol over his right shoulder; Atridian didn't know if anyone could tell when he was glaring at them, but his nervous movements made him start to think they could.

"So, explain to me, trooper. How exactly did an injured man not only manage to pull himself out of his bed without assistance, but then also exit the med center, and just disappear altogether? All of which happened while you were suppose to be treating both men, as well as keeping an eye on them," said Atridian, his voice was ice-cold as his helmets speakers boomed.

"I-I was taking a very, very small break, sir. He must've regained consciousness in that time and flown off by the time I re-returned," the med specialist was shaking slightly in his knees and he fiddled with his hands.

"Exactly how long were you absent from you post during this very, very small break, then?" Atridian said.

"No longer than 5 minutes, sir. I make a habit out of being punctual and attentive; you have my word, I did not go longer than that," the specialist replied, with a level of conviction in his voice.

Atridian knew right away he was telling the truth; his feelings radiated pure shame in the Force, like a sun, it was clear to Atridian instantly. He kind of pitied the trooper slightly; it wasn't his fault for wanting to take a few minutes to relax after being on duty for hours. This was a screw up that happened just at the right time; it was a million and one chance of happening and, unfortunately, the specialist got beat.
Still, as understanding as he was, Atridian was still visibly angry.

"What have you done so far to find him?" Atridian crossed his arms as he spoke.

"Nothing yet, sir. I came to you immediately before deciding on what to do next," said the specialist.

Smart."Collect 5 troopers and start searching the entire ship for him. His condition was very severe when we found him so he can't have gotten very far," Atridian said, looking over to Yorrick who was lying down in one of the medical beds.

"At once, sir. I shall see to it immediately," replied the specialist; he snapped off a crisp salute then made for the door outside.

Shab; I can't keep doing this. Taking my anger out on my men is unbecoming of someone with my position. It's unfair. It's not right.


"Your name, trooper," Atridian looked up from Yorrick to the specialist."A commander should know each and every name of the people who loyally serve under him. I have failed to gather yours thus far; so, please, what is your name."

"Rede, sir. My name, it's Rede," he said, turning back to Atridian only a foot away from door.

"Good name. Don't dwell on this mistake; it could've happened to anyone and there's bound to be more in the future. It's inevitable; keep doing a good job and you'll be golden," Atridian said, trying to put as much warmth as he could into his words.

"I.....thank you, sir. Yes, thank you very much," Rede replied happily and trotted out of the med bay and into the hall.

Atridian sat at the end of Yorrick's bed and stared at the face of the young trooper; he had done more than Atridian could have possibly expected in the short time he was with them. One thing was certain; he had guts, and he had mountains of courage. Throwing yourself on a thermal detonator is, even with Katarn armor, a gamble that does not guarantee your life.
His heart could've been caved in; his skull could've been cracked; hell, he could've broken his spine for the rest of his life. Yet, he still did it; despite the danger and the risk, he willingly put himself in harms way for the welfare of the team. Atridian felt a tinge of shame as he watched Yorrick's chest slowly rise and fall; he'd never consider any of the academy troops as lesser beings ever again because of him.

"He had the right stuff, the rook," Stinger said as he walked through the doorway, with Flak following right behind him."He should've been up to celebrate our win together, not sitting here on a bed like some vegetable."

"You didn't ever eat your veggies growing up, huh, ner vod," Flak said, uncharacteristically somber as he moved past Atridian stood right beside Yorrick."We should've been better. We shouldn't have let this shit happen; for osik sake, we're commandos, dammit! We're suppose to be the best!"

Atridian stood up and placed a reassuring hand on Flaks shoulder; he had been totally unaware that this was having such a negative effect on him like this. Atridian quietly swore, and kicked himself for not having paid more attention to his men's emotional responses as soon as they had gotten back.

"It's okay, Flak. He's not in any danger of dying; medic said he'd be up and walking later tonight so just simmer down a tad. Okay?" said Atridian.

"It could've been worse, ner vod, a whole lot worse. We may be the best, but even the best can't always know what's going to happen all the time, for each situation. Sometimes we get rolled; sometimes we take a hit. It happens; what makes us the best, though, is that we can take our hits and roll with it. We don't give up just because the odds kick our asses; we flip it, and kick their asses instead," Stinger said in his low, but very deep, voice."Tell you what; I'll come out with you and Whiles. We'll hunt down every shabuir in that bloody gang and make them pay for what happened to Rook."

"Sounds good to me, ner vod."

Atridian started as his commlink chirped in his ear,"Sir, this is Rede. We found the other patient, he was passed out inside one of our escape pods. How should we proceed, sir?"

"Set him up as comfortably as you can, me and Rancor squad are heading down there to handle things. Atridian, out," he replied, pointing two fingers toward the door at Stinger and Flak.

The three exited the med center and walked briskly down the hallway toward Rede's position. They stopped by the barracks to collect Whilly and October; Whilly had been polishing off his armor while October was practicing with his vibroblade. Atridian and Rancor squad now walked together down the clean, white, hallways on the Nexus; October had his Deece ready at his fingers just in case something unexpected happened.

"What do you guys think about Galak trying to get off the ship; why do you think he did it?" Whilly asked.

"He was probably scared out of his mind, ner vod. Waking up in a strange place after a battle, not knowing who rescued me or why; I'd try and make a break for it too," Stinger replied.

"He's gotta be stronger than he looks for sure; it takes a lot of energy to lift yourself off a bed after three days of lying like a vegetable," Flak said, all humor again."Maybe he got fed up with our hospital food; nothing makes you wanna get out faster than awful meals that taste like plastic erasers."

"Why don't you take it up with the droid chef then, smart guy. I'm sure he still remembers your last conversation together. Y'know, the one where you took your vibroblade to his neck circuits because you thought the nerf stew watery. Ring any bells?" Whilly said mockingly.

"Oh, that's all ancient history now. Me and chef Sparks buried the hatchet a few months back; granted he had a plasma torch aimed at my face, bygones are bygones," Flak shot back with an equally mocking tone.

"I thought chef Sparks wanted to torch Flak because he cut holes in the bottom of all the pots and pans, sir?" October said over a private comm link between him and Atridian.

"Oh, he did, vehemently even. But I convinced him it was in his best interest to not do so because it would affect his rating," Atridian replied humorously.

"His rating?"

"Oh, you didn't know? His ego is still that of a grand chef, so I put out a couple review sheets a month to the staff. They rate his food and I compile it into a point system to show him how good they think he is. Losing a point off his record is the worst thing to him; I figured it would be the best position to convince him from."

"Add me to that list, please, Atridian; I wanna take him down a couple pegs. Last weeks Felucia bean casoral was seriously lacking."

Atridian and Rancor squad turned a corner and saw Rede, with 5 other troopers, gathered around a clearly unconscious Galak. They propped him up against the wall and crouched down to his head-level.

"Hold on a sec, guys. Shouldn't we take off our helmets before he comes back to the land of the living?" Flak asked.

"Why? It's not like he'll recognize us; we all have the same face. If anything, it might scare him more than if we kept our helmets on," Stinger replied, comtemptively.

"Well, how would you feel if the first thing you see when you wake back up are four T-shaped, blue-lit, faces looking down at you. Like you're the next project about to get slabbed on the operating table," Flak protested.

"I don't believe this......"

"He might be right," October said all of a sudden."His vision probably won't be clear right away and seeing human faces would be better than visors and helmets."

"If you say so, sir," Stinger said, undoing his helmet's seals.

The four removed their helmets individually and looked down at Galak, waiting for him to wake back up. Contrary to what Stinger said: the four had very different faces from each other that singled them out immediately. Stinger had a clean shaven face with his hair fashioned into a wild, but kept, mohawk.
Whily had a cut going down his chin that was still relatively fresh and red; his hair was nothing special but he had a thin mustache on his upper lip. Flak had long, wild, unkempt hair, that reached down to the back of his neck; he wore a full beard across his grinning face, with a few tiny scars here and there along his cheeks. October had his usual white scar and trimmed short hair like always; he rarely changed his appearance by letting anything grow. Atridian knew the conversation didn't apply to him; most of his dark hair was starting to grow back, but the idea of removing his helmet made him feels very uneasy. He focused his mind instead of Galak, who felt slightly disconnected in the Force. His inner workings resembled that of a broken group of wires who's ends were sparking increasingly rapid with each second.
Using the Force, Atridian began repairing him with immense concentration; the wires began to connect with each other, and eventually they fused back together. Atridian felt the life energy resume properly flowing all throughout Galaks body; he'd be awake in only a few moments now that his body was back in sync with his brain.

"Galak, can you hear me. It's Atridian, a friend," he said in a sincere and ginger tone.


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Post by Atridian on Mon Dec 21, 2015 8:02 pm

ON BOARD THE STAR DESTROYER THE ORDER. FIVE MINUTES AFTER THE SUCCESSFUL MISSION TO SABOTAGE THE INSURGENT BASE.

Initiate Inquisitor Deviss and his Imperial  Commando bodyguard, a clone trooper named Vil, stood silently in the moving elevator together as it lightly hummed with movement. They were on their way to the bridge to talk with the commanding officer about requesting a certain trooper for the mission given to them. Word had spread fast among the ranks about how Initiate Boros had been killed by another Force-user with very little effort. Deviss had no love for Boros, he was an arrogant and cocky fool who constantly underestimated others and it was no surprise it finally did him in.
However; Boros was still a brother Inquisitor and his death casted a shadow of shame and grief over them all. Deviss was the first one to volunteer himself to hunt down the scum who had slain his fellow comrade and make him feel the full wrath of the empire. Luckily, Sergeant Vil was given the position as his body guard; him and Deviss were old friends from before his Inquisitor training so he was glad to be in his company.
Vil wore the silvery-white standard Imperial Commando armor, which was only a slightly modified version of the previous Katarn-class that they used to wear. A DC-17 hung in his hands lovingly; Vil had requested to keep his old kit when the re-armament went around the ranks and command decided it would be appropriate. The commandos grew up with the rifle so it came as no surprise that they didn't all trade it in for a new E-11.
Deviss was no stranger to firearms but he understood the clones sentimental bond with the rifle that most imperial officers couldn't. Two sleek-looking lightsabers hung from Deviss's belt, both containing red crystals; the bond they had with their rifles was more or less the same relationship he had with his sabers. Elegant weapons, lightsabers; he kept them within arms reach at all times.
Sometimes they felt like the only two things that could protect him in the whole wide galaxy. Deviss wore pure black plastoid armor wrapped in dark cloth, with shoulder pauldrons, knee guards, and a modified full-face helmet that was totally blank except for the little slit where his visor was. He may have not been the most Force-sensitive Inquistor, but what he lacked in power, he made up for in weapon skill. He could manipulate minds, Force-push, Force-grip, but that was the extent of his abilities; they weren't the strongest either.

"I can tell you're giving yourself shit again, Deviss," said Vil.

"Here I thought I was the Force-sensitive one. How could you tell?" Deviss replied, somewhat curious.

"You tap your left foot when your nervous about something, and seeing as we're on a pretty high-level mission, it's not a far leap to figure that you're cutting yourself short, again."

"I'll be fine; I've got the Empire's image to uphold and a comrade to avenge."

"Believe me, I've been there before, Dev. Don't let it completely consume you."

"What was yours again? You want to kill every Genoshian you see as payback for the first battle still, right?"

"All commandos remember the scoreboard with those bugs, especially the ones who lost brothers that day."

"Did you lose any?"

"Thankfully, no. Most of my squad made it through the whole war; it was only after we were organized into squad 40 that we lost someone. We're lucky, in a sense; we lost only one squad brother where most have lost everyone."

"Who was it?"

"His name was October; one hard SOB who had your back through everything that came at you. We lost him while attacking Kamino; mortar round sent him off the ledge and into the water below. Nothing we could do for him after that."

"I'm sorry to hear that; I can't imagine it was easy. Do you still keep in touch with the rest of your old squad?"

"Yup. Jaz is in the outer rim training guerrilla fighters to hunt down rebel supporters in the senate. Urz is on a spec ops hit team taking down rebel bases all over the Naboo quadrant."

"Still close with them?"

"Can't get any closer than squad brothers, Dev."

The elevator finally came to a stop and the doors opened to the ships bridge; officers and navigators chattered loudly as they moved back and forth going about their tasks. Deviss and Vil strode across the floor toward what looked like the captain, who was having a pleasant conversation with a female officer. Deviss never really figured out how to speak to official Imperial personel; his position as an Inquisitor gave him more authority than a lieutenant but not enough to boss around an admiral. Captain was a gray area that was never really clarified in training so he didn't know how to properly conduct himself with them.

He decided to be neutral; the captain turned toward him as he approached,"Greetings, Captain. I am here on an important mission and I would like to speak with one of your troops. A shadow trooper, named Lazlen. His record shows he's skilled and he could prove invaluable to my mission; please direct him to me when possible. Thank you."

The captain nodded to him in acknowledgment; Deviss and Vil found a quite spot off to the side and started looking out at the space beyond the window.
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Post by Desertb1ur101 on Mon Dec 21, 2015 11:18 pm

"Wendelen," Lazlen thought to himself, "why Wendelen?" Lazlen reflects on how the Insurgent are somehow on one of the most Imperial controlled planets in the system. How could they-
Suddenly the blast doors open to shine on the lights from the Main Hangar of The Order. Lazlen steps out of the MAAT as he sees Trew approach him.
"There's the victor!" Trew shouted. "How was it down there."
"Humid, muddy, and deadly," Lazlen responded. "Oh and I brought you this" Lazlen throws the D-5 at Trew, who catches it with one hand.
"D-5. Blaster used by Battle Droids during the Clone Wars. Nice find. Insurgents used them?"
"Yep. Along with a few DC-17s and a Z-6."
"No way! And all you brought me was this?"
"Well they were still using those guns when I was escaping."
"Well obviously you weren't-"
"*Ahem*" coughed the mysterious trooper who Lazlen just noticed.
"And who are you?" Lazlen asked.
"Sedra. I'm the newest recruit to Commander Fretner's Shadow Trooper Division." Lazlen remembered. He asked to see her before Trew could.
"And I hope Sergeant Trew wasn't a burden on you," Lazlen asked cautiously.
"Not at all Sir, he was very kind, sir."
"That's what I'm afraid of."
"Well," Trew commented. "I see it didn't take long for you to convert back to you again."
"Lieutenant Lazlen" an Imperial Captain shouted as he approached the three Shadow Troopers.
"Captain Yeteran," Lazlen responded "What's the situation sir?"
"Commander Fretner request for your presence on the bridge."
"He's already got another assignment for me?"
"Not from him this time."
"Then from who?"
"Inquisitor Deviss." Both Lazlen and Trew look at the Captain in surprise.
"Holy Parsecs," Trew said to break the silence.
"I'll meet him immediately, sir." Lazlen said as he walked with the Captain towards the elevator.
"How's Inquisitor Deviss, sir," Sedra asked Trew.
"Exactly, the less you know the better."


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Post by Atridian on Tue Dec 22, 2015 10:03 am

Deviss checked his chrono as time seemed to be just ebbing by; wherever this Lazlen was, he certainly was taking a bit to get up to the bridge. He was a patient man thankfully, unlike his fellow Inquisitors, he didn't hold Imperial staff to such high standards of perfection that would be completely impossible to live up too. Aside from Vil, Deviss hadn't come across a trooper or officer who was as skilled as him in so many ways; Imperial staff and personnel weren't awful by any means, but Deviss had started seeing where the cracks were starting to appear.
Stormtoopers had mediocre accuracy; the average Lieutenant were little more than inexperienced rookies, and TIE pilots were more likely to smash into an asteroid than they were to actually hit their target. Even the newly formed Inquisitor division were producing less than stellar results so far; more shame on them and everyone felt it too. The elevator doors opened and in walked a shadow trooper, Lazlen, who stopped only a few feet from Deviss.

"Greetings, Lieutenant. I apologize for the abrupt summons, but my business here needs to be brief so that I may get on with my critical mission. I won't waste your time, topper; I've been looking at your service record for some time now. Most impressive, if I may say. I will level with you, we're hunting a Force-user who's killed one of our fellow Inquisitors; I need a good infiltrator for this mission and you fit the bill perfectly. So, I will ask you, can you lend me your assistance for my mission?" Deviss said.
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Post by Desertb1ur101 on Tue Dec 22, 2015 12:32 pm

Lazlen studied the Inquisitor, his tone, his appearance, and his emotions. He never worked with an Inquisitor, all he heard about them were of the stories and fears by those troopers that saw them in action. But yet, Lazlen wasn't afraid, while he heard of their capabilities he also remembers the time when the entire Grand Army of the Republic brought down the Jedi Order.
"Killed an Inquisitor? That's no easy task. Alright, sir, I'll join you. What are the coordinates?" Lazlen asked.
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Post by Atridian on Tue Dec 22, 2015 1:54 pm

Quick to the point; Deviss was already liking Lieutenant Lazlen so far. Shadow Troopers weren't like regular stormie meat cans, a general phrase used by the troops to designate themselves in the grand Imperial army. They were faster, tougher, smarter, more dangerous and lethal, and could perform solo operations by themselves with relatively high success rates. Lazlen was older than Deviss, with him being barely turning 19 years old as of last month; Lazlen no doubt was a veteran of dozens upon dozens of engagements throughout his career. Though Deviss was still left to wonder exactly how well he'd do against a very adept and skilled Force-user. His target was no Jedi but that only made his existence that much more worrisome to Deviss; Jedis were easy and predictable, but still fairly tough to kill.
Deviss doubted himself for a brief moment, considering the possibility of facing this foe, he honestly wasn't sure if he could defeat him or not. He shrugged it off and returned his attention back to Lazlen, who had been silently standing still; waiting to be answered. Deviss sensed a hit of contempt within him; he probably didn't have a very opinion of the Inquisitors, judging by the way he felt in the force. He couldn't blame Lazlen if he did, since they were still a relatively new group within the Empire and had yet to prove themselves as effective operatives.
Yet, most Inquisitors acted like they already had, and demanded unearned respect and obedience like it was their given right. Deviss found that humorously ironic; Inquisitors looked down on common infantry because they considered themselves superior in everyway, but at the same time, they were performing just as poorly as the troopers they mocked. Funny, indeed; there was something behind the thin wall of contempt in Lazlen's feelings.
Deviss couldn't make it out at first but he slowly put it together; like forming wet, flat, clay into an object, he put together the unreadable emotion Lazlen felt. It was a lack of fear and weariness that he was putting off; he looked at Deviss in a way, not like you would a foreign species or superior ranking officer, but as a possible and potential threat he could neutralize. Lazlen was a loyal trooper so he would never deliberately fire on Deviss, for such an act would be treason, and label him forever as traitor.
What he felt was, in fact, a calculated and collective emotion of confidence; that if worst came to worst, he would make it through, both alive, and victorious. Deviss felt slightly disturbed by him all of a sudden; he'd make sure to keep a close eye on his doings, just to be safe.

"Our target lies in the Outer Rim sector, on a desert planet called, Tatooine. That's where Inquisitor Boros was killed that will be our starting grounds. You are to depart independently from us and operate solo in the field; it is what you're best at and having us would only slow you down. Once you reach the system, you are to check in with the commanding officer on of our ships called The Requin so he can notify us that you successfully arrived. From then on, you are to search throughout the Mos Eisley quadrant of the planet for any sign of the target; if yo find him, you are to immediately report his location to me. I will personally move in to take him out; if I need assistance I will call you," Deviss cleared his throat for the second half of the assignment."While you are on this mission, you will also have a secondary objective to complete; if you happen to complete the primary objective first, then this becomes your next primary objective. You are to locate a certain geneticist named, Yara Jin. She could be a possible asset to the Empire, or so command tells me. Once you find her, your orders are to capture her alive and bring her back to the Requin. Command made it very clear they want her alive, but they said if taking her alive is not possible, you are to terminate her instead. It was also added that your rules of engagement for capturing the geneticist are to be explicit. They want her capture to be invisible and unnoticed; leave no witbesses alive if they see you. That means rebels, civilians, and even our own men too. Command said they don't want word of her capture getting out to anyone by any means necessary. We'll be operating planetside as well, separately from you of course; we'll share any relevant intel we come across over a secure channel. Does everything sound good and clear to you, lieutenant? If so, you are dismissed."
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Post by PSYCO PEANUT13 on Tue Dec 22, 2015 6:31 pm

Galak eyes shot open, eyes moving quickly. Shocked by all the faces huddled over him he rolled off the table and crawled backing himself to a wall. He blinked a few times and caught his breath and saw that the people looking at him was Atridian and the men in old clone armour.

"Whaa... What's going on. I was" Galak starts to breathe very heavy. He looks around and becomes light headed and his vision became blurry. Galak looked down and vomited. He looked back up at the people looking at him in astonishedly confused.

"I was on a speeder in the desert, where you the people that saved me. If so..." Galak takes another breath. "If so where is the lady in the hood?" I have to thank her." Galak makes subtle eye contact with everyone in the room the locks eyes with Atridian.
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Post by Atridian on Tue Dec 22, 2015 6:38 pm

Galak was definitely feeling disoriented, and he didn't need the force to tell him that.

"Calm down, Galak. Take a few breaths; you're on our ship right now. After you crashed our pilot came and picked you up; I don't know anything any hooded woman, though. She was probably one of the ones who pulled you from the wreckage," Atridian said as he touched Galaks mind with a gentle caress of smooth, clear, cold blue water to help him calm down faster.
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Post by PSYCO PEANUT13 on Tue Dec 22, 2015 6:49 pm

Galak rested his head on his hand, and released a sigh.

"My leg, was it that bad from the crash that it had to be removed."

Galak rubbed his new metal leg feeling the cold metal on his hand.

"My arm got pretty messed up too" he let out a light chuckle.

Galak was calm but was stilled huddled in a defensive position with his back to the wall.

"They didn't come back for me did they, the Empire not even." Galak broke down crying.

He wiped off his eyes and stood up. "Tarvie didn't even care to come find me. They probably though I died like any other pilot."
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Post by Atridian on Tue Dec 22, 2015 7:02 pm

Galak was radiating pain and turmoil that tore deep into his very being; Atridian couldn't help but feel pity for him. He certainly wouldn't be the first pilot the Empire had sent to their doom; it was so big and massive that it just churned out numbers on top of numbers every second of every day. Galak was only one in a sea of millions who could replace him at a moment's notice; Atridian was positive that realisation was just dawning on him for the very first time.
It pained Atridian just to see him this way; tearing himself apart from the inside out.
Atridian walked forward and knelt down on one knee so he was head level with Galak.

"I'm sorry, Galak. Truly, I am. I can't speak for Tarvie, but I think, even if the Empire tossed you aside like a broken tool, she wouldn't just accept not finding you in case you were alive. I can't tell you that it's true unfortunately; you could very well be right in your assumption too," said Atridian; this man before him had lost everything in a moment and all he could do was watch.
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Post by Desertb1ur101 on Tue Dec 22, 2015 11:35 pm

"Yes Inquisitor." Lazlen responded and he left the bridge.
As he prepared for his next operation he grabbed what he considered necessities: his E-11, dual wield DH-17s, and his E-11 sniper rifle.
"A sniper rifle" Lazlen thought to himself, "Never had a talent for clean headshots." Lazlen then grabbed one unique piece of gear: a jump-pack. "Don't want to get too close to a Force Wielder" he warned himself. As he was about to leave was leaving the armory, he noticed Commander Fretner looking at him. "Commander. I didn't know you liked to walk among the troops."
"Amusing Lieutenant" the commander responded. "But I wanted to personally hear your report on your last mission."
"Well sir, there is something I wanted to warn you about" Lazlen said. "There might be Insurgents on Wendelen."
"Wendelen." Commander Fretner sounded shocked. "That's pour most stable and controlled planet in the system. "I'll have Trew and Sedra do recon there."
"Careful Commander. You don't want more 'loyal' citizens to turn to the 'savagery' of the Insurgents" Lazlen joked.
"I believe you have a mercenary to hunt down Lieutenant. Good luck." Commander Fretner walked away and up towards the bridge while Lazlen approached the hanger.
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Post by Atridian on Tue Dec 22, 2015 11:43 pm

"I talked with a trooper today, regarding the sensitive mission I've been tasked with to eliminate the Force-user currency believed to be on Tatooine. His name was, Lieutenant Lazlen of the shadowtrooper corps.; I enjoyed the conversation with him, albeit it being short and informative one. He was a professional soldier through and through and I have the utmost confidence in his ability to complete his given assignments.
So then way is my faith mired by uneasiness and doubt? Lazlen is a soldier and, like every good soldier, he will follow his orders to the letter. Even still, I can't completely trust in him; no matter how skilled, there will always be a risk of failure for everything, and anything.
I don't know Lazlen and he doesn't know me; to him, I'm probably a figurehead that embodies the idea of all the faults in Inquisitors. I can't be sure either way. The only person left in the entire Imperial arm who I can trust, with complete unwavering certainty, is Vil.
He was the supervisor during my cadet squads first mission to the molten rock planet called, Mustafar. I still vividly remember everything as clear as if it happened just yesterday. We were on a bridge spanning across the space between two cliff sides suspended over a molten lake. Our mission was to extract an old separatist General who had managed to flew into hiding following the end of the Clone wars. We weren't told much; other than he was a very important person that the Empire wanted very badly. We were halfway across the bridge when the cables snapped and the support beams vanished in an explosion.
I learned later that bombs were planted out there by the Generals own men in an attempt to save themselves from being hunted down after he exposed their names to Imperial intelligence. They succeeded; when the end of the bridge nose-dived into the molten river, the General was the first to sliding down into the sea of fire below. I don't remember the names of my squad; I honestly don't know if that makes me an awful person or not, but it's the truth.
I heard their screams plummet down below as I turned around to grab hold of a support rail; I didn't even glance back once to see if they were alright. I was about to slip and join the rest of my squad when Vil suddenly appeared and hauled me up the vertical hanging bridge all the way to the top. I remember rising up over the edge just as the last cables on our side snapped and the rest of the bridge feel into the river.
I failed my mission, but I gained a friend. I spent the rest of the trip back to base lavishing Vil in generous gratitude, and he spent the entire time telling me it wasn't necessary. We went on a few more missionsn together, which solidified our friendship, and trust in one another.
I owe Vil my life; I'll never forget that. He's the reason why I continued my service to the Empire; without him, there wasn't a single thing keeping me to stay. And I feel the same way to this very day; without Vil, I would honestly resign from the Imperial army without hesitation.
I owe it nothing. I owe him everything. Hopefully that day will never come, but if it does, I know what I'll do."

++AN EXCERPT FROM THE PRIVATE JOURNAL OF INITIATE INQUISITOR DEVISS FROM HIS QUATERS ON BOARD A DISGUISED SHIPPING VESSEL IN LIGHT-SPEED TRANSIT FROM IMPERIAL STAR DESTROYER 'THE ORDER' ENROUTE TO THE OUTER RIM PLANET, TATOOINE++
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Post by PSYCO PEANUT13 on Wed Dec 23, 2015 6:31 am

Galak stood up straight and shrugged everything off. Galak was still weak in the knees but forced himself to stand up and erect. He looked Atridian in the eyes.

"You and your men fixed my leg, healed my arm and removed shrapnel from my face. I thank you all for that, but I need to know who those people where that originally saved me from my crash landing."

Galak then looked down, and back up at Atridian, "I need a ship, or a ride back down to my crashed ship, and from there I will some how find those people. I know you have helped me a lot and I am thankful, but I need to do this."

After talking to Atridian Galak's eyes closed and his body went limp. His body collapsed from Galak's lack of energy.
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Post by PSYCO PEANUT13 on Wed Dec 23, 2015 7:11 am

Aboard The Requin

Tarvie was banging on the bulkhead to the command tower.

"He is still down their god damn it, you have to send a search party to go save him! If you don't..."

Motti walked out of the room with arms crossed behind his back.

Tarvie got ready to punch Admiral Motti in the face. Then with a swift movement Motti slammed Tarvie to the grown with his hand around her throat. Her slender body began to twitch from the lack of air that Tarvie was getting then with a hand movement blew Motti flying across the hallway and hitting the wall. She walked to him and started to force choke Motti.

"We will look for Galak you worthless excuse of a man"

She opened her hand allowing Motti to drop to the floor.

Then Tarvie's facial expression turned from anger to frightened.

"You are a force user. How long have you known, why haven't you told the Empire. You are a traitor to the Empire and should be executed for your force abilities" preached Motti.

Tarvie Force pushed Motti into the wall and ran. She ran to the Requin's armory and grabbed and E-11 from a rack. The sound of troopers came eerily closer ever second. 12 troopers come rushing into the room. Tarvie picks up one of the troopers with the force and slams him into a box full of thermal detonators. She then aims her blaster and shoots a trooper in the face leaving a slight sizzling noise and a hole where the man's eye should be. Tarvie Uses the force to pick up a detonator but 2 troopers ran up on her and stunned her. She woke up some time later and was locked into an interrogation chair with Motti and many other Imperial officers in the room.

"Well well well, Tarvie a jedi" said Motti.

"NO I am not a Jedi"

"Then why darling are you able to use the force"

"I have always had the ability to use it, ever since I was a small child, but I hid it. I read books in the Imperial archives about these force welders and they all talked negatively about them."

Motti chuckled. The doors behind him opened and in came the dark figure in all black that she saw kill the old captain, And behind him was another man that had a light saber.

Admiral Motti, thank you for detaining this woman. The man in all black walked up. His respirator breathing like a machine. He grasps Tarvie's lower jaw.

"This here is an Inquisitor and he shall teach you how to use your abilities for the Empire.

Those where the only word he spoke. He left the room and the Inquisitor stayed. Motti walked up with an evil grin on his face.

"Galak is dead we found blood at the crash site, after blood testing it showed up as his. There were drag marks and a sea of blood." the word blood rolled off his tounge almost forced leaving chills down Tarvie's spine. "There was nobody but the amount of blood at the site meant that he bleed to death.

Tarvie began to cry. The chair started to hover and 2 troopers pushed her into the hanger. In came a Lambda shuttle and she was pushed into the ship with the Inquisitor followed suit. The ship's ramp closed and the ship left.
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Post by Atridian on Wed Dec 23, 2015 5:07 pm

Atridian stood completely silent, like a granite statue overlooking a large city scape from high above the clouds. Rede and his team gingerly lifted Galak up to his feet and slowly laid him out over the cushioned bed. Right after he fell unconscious again, Rede's team immediately set out back to the med bay; with Atridian and Rancor squad in tow.
Rede went about the standard medical procedures for setting up a patient with his team, which they probably had down to a basic rhythm considering they'd practiced and drilled each procedure at least a hundred times over in training. Once they were done attaching the life-line to Galak's finger, Rede's team quickly fanned out and started working on other stations within the room; Atridian had so far gathered they didn't like being idle for too long. Rede hung back beside Galaks bed and pulled out a datapad from his belt then inserted a small datachip into it's small external port.
Rede lifted off his helmet, revealing a surprisingly well kempt, and cropped, full head of red hair and stubble on his chin; his eyes darted left and right as the screen flooded with information that he had to sift through. After only a few moments, Rede lowered the datapad and turned toward Atridian; judging by his expression, he must've thought Atridian was nervous based on his arched back and rapidly tapping fingers.

"You can rest easy, sir. Galak is in near perfect condition and has a clean bill of health. His brain is still recovering from the trauma induced by the force of the crash; it should stabilize within the hour with the medication we've started him on. That should get rid of his consciousness going in and out," Rede said, with the measured tone of practiced medical officer.

"Thank you, Rede," Atridian said to him; he waved Rede off with a raised hand and the medic gave him a curt nod then briskly walked off toward Yorricks bed.

"What are your plans for him, Atridian?" Alea said; suddenly appearing walking through the doorway and stopping a few feet short of her brother."He's an imperial, and imperials always mean trouble for everyone who are unlucky enough to catch their attention."

"I know, I know, Alea. I remember. But he's a crashed pilot; probably presumed dead already, so, as far as the Empire is concerned, he's not their problem anymore," Atridian replied; he had a sneaking suspicion that this discussion would quickly escalate into a fight with her. But he wasn't going to back down."That means he's a regular man just like any one else without two creds to their own name. Plus, I like him; he's dumb but his heart is in the right place. That's why, once he wakes up, Zillo squad are gonna go with him on the gunship back to his crash site so he can figure out whatever he wants to figure out."

That had made her mad; she always sucked her teeth and raised her right cheek, making a slight snarl, whenever she got upset with him.

"Have you forgotten something, brother? Like what we are? We're bloody mercs, not a charity clinic; so why the hell does it make sense to you to just help this shabuire for no reason at all?" Alea said venmously, each word dripping with pure anger.

"I feel sorry for him; he reminds me of myself, back when I had my accident. His situation isn't so different by comparison," Atridian replied; with a calm, calculated and level, tone.

Alea's face, which was almost twisted in total rage, suddenly evaporated into a somber and saddened expression of regret.

"Atridian......I'm sorry. If I had known you......if I had known he reminded you of that I wouldn't have said a single word," she placed a sympathetic hand gently on her brothers shoulder."You know I would, right? If I could change anything, anything at all, from our past: it would be saying yes to you to take that job. I'll never live that down, brother; not ever."

In that moment, Atridian was suddenly very conscious of his missing flesh that had been taken from him abruptly, and stripped away a big part of his own humanity too. He used to be normal a time ago, which now almost seemed like it had happened in a different lifetime. Atridian had fingers, toes, hands, feet, arms, and legs in a time that felt almost foreign and unfamiliar to him now when he thought about it. But now it's all gone; he was metal now. Pure, cold, unemotional, rigid, undying, metal. Atridian looked at his gloved hand for a moment and moved his metal fingers; the durasteel claws attached to them made a tiny, metallic, clinking sound as they lightly grazed each other.
This was reality; it was his reality. He'd been transformed into a cybernetic monster so he could survive, and it had cost him his own flesh and blood. But he was still human; he still had his feelings and emotions intact even if he was all mostly metal.
Atridian had accepted that long ago; so long as he still had his emotions, he would never be a complete monster.

"You couldn't have known, Alea. Don't keep dragging that over your shoulders; it happened, I lived, we moved on. That's all it was," Atridian said almost mechanically."Let's focus on the present, instead of the past. When Galak wakes up, give him anything that he needs; credits, armor, weapons, intel. Then tell him our gunship will take him wherever he wants to go, and that Zillo squad will be escorting him for as long he wants, and not a moment later. I'm going to chat with our guest now; update me if Yorrick wakes up."

Atridian, along with Rancor squad, moved out of the medical bay and started striding down the straight, white, hallway toward the interrogation room. When they reached the door, Atridian threw it open with a wave of Force-energy and crossed the threshold into the room; stopping only a foot away from a battered, bloody, and beaten man sitting in a lone chair under a white light. He looked up at Atridian suddenly; his right eye was a painful shade of dark purple with tints of red at the corners, and it had swollen to the size of a regular grapefruit.

"I honestly thought you'd have my legs broken before you actually decided to come down here and face me yourself," he coughed out in a very hoarse voice.

A red shaft of light sprung to life suddenly and Atridian's lightsaber hovered in the air just below his prisoner's throat. Atridian was silent as a tomb; he didn't say a single word to the man as he stood over him with his lightsaber only inches away from his Adams apple. The prisoner knew he wouldn't speak; all Atridian was doing was waiting for the man to give him a reason.

"I got the information about Yara from a private commlink conversation sent by a man called 'Sand Sabre'," the man took a breath; he wasn't dead yet so that meant he was doing good so far."He didn't say a whole lot; just that the doctor knew about clones and that she was very important to them and their cause. Me, being the septic and pessimist that I am, traced the call before he hung up. The signal was sent from deep within the dune sea, on a base adorned with what looked like the colors and sigils of the Alliance."

Atridian still didn't speak; October was fixing a dead stare at the man, waiting for him to continue.

"The coordinates to the base arm on a datachip in my pocket. The last piece of relevant information I have for you is this: when I looked at the base through satellite imagery, it captured two very interesting looking characters conversing with the rebel commander. They looked very much, can't say for certain but I know what I saw, like jedi," that made Atridian react; the prisoner couldn't see it, but underneath his helmet, Atridian's eyes widened tremendously.

"Describe what they looked like," he demanded.

"Both were humans, one male, one female. The male was tall, lean, and muscular with broad shoulders but had graying hair, and wore brown robe. The female was much shorter and thin; she had long, dark brown, hair and wore similar looking robes, except hers were sleeveless. She also had a little braid hanging down her shoulder," the prisoner said.

"Definite jedi knight, possibly a master, and possible jedi padewan learner accompying him. We can take them, sir, easy. We've had plenty of practice killing jedi; we know where to hit them to make it hurt the most," October stated plainly; he loathed jedi with murderous passion so Atridian didn't doubt his words.

When Order 66 was initially issued, both Rancor and Zillo squad obediently, and willingly, followed the order and gunned down their jedi officers without so much as a second thought. The two squads harbored no love for the jedi; their deep loathing was routed deep in them ever since the first battle of Geonosis. They saw jedi as incompetent, arrogant, morally twisted, and hypocritical tyrants who commanded their slave army of clones in a stupid war that the clones never even volunteered to be a part of. October had once told Atridian stories of when they were Imperial Commandos tasked with hunting down any escaped jedi who had survived the purge.
They killed dozens on top of dozens of jedi escapees during their bloody, and ruthless, campaign. October had also seemed genuinely enthusiastic, almost happy sounding, when he talked about each and every jedi kill they made. Atridian guessed that his hatred of jedi was seconded by something much, much darker, and carnivorous, than what appeared on the surface. He didn't blame him, though; jedi rubbed him the wrong way too.

"That is all of it, then?" Atridian said to the prisoner.

"Ye-" he didn't even finish the word he was on before Atridian brought his lightsaber straight up.

The mans head hit the floor with a fleshy smack, smoke flowed out of the yellow rings on his neck stump formed by the contact from the saber's intense heat. Atridian deactivated the device and clipped it on his belt then turned toward October.

"We're going hunting again. Sharpen your teeth and ready your claws, boys; we got rebels and jedi to kill," Atridian said.


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Post by Atridian on Thu Dec 24, 2015 12:50 am

IMPERIAL SHIPPING VESSEL, ENTERING ORBIT AROUND TATOOINE: 0600 HOURS

Deviss had never once in his life seen a worse looking planet than when their ship dropped out of hyperspace and the gigantic dust ball that was, Tatooine, filled the entire forward viewport. The datapad that he'd been reading to pass the time between transit had been all about the planet, which, and it came as no surprise, it was mostly one giant endless sea of sand and dunes. Vil manned the control console and steered the ship on a safe course through the planet's atmosphere; the edges of the screen turned red as the ship broke through and entered the skies over the vast sand abyss below.
Deviss left the viewport and moved back to the ships cargo hold where five armed, and armored shock troopers sat scattered around the room prepping, and checking, their kits. They all had red markings over their armor and carried the standard DLT-19 heavy blaster rifle—with custom made overcharged tibanna gas that exploded on impact once they hit their mark. Deviss didn't know any of them and he wasn't going to pretend he wanted to; they were just here to fill in the missing numbers on the team and nothing more. Their lives mattered not.

"So, how many Jedi you kill between the five of you?" asked Vil, appearing at the doorway.

"Never killed any Jedi before, actually," one of them replied."Intel says they carry weapons that are powerful enough to cut through durasteel; that's just plain nonsense, right sir?"

"I wish it were, bud, but it's totally true. I've seen them cut down entire squads at a time with their lightsabers. Do not underestimate them," Vil said.

"You seen any before, sir?"

"Yup. I was there when the order came down; the first day, we killed over a hundred Jedi in their temple, easy," Vil said."They are tough but not invincible by any means. Put a round in their chest and they'll go down like the rest."

The ship docked at Mos Eisley spaceport and Deviss began his search; he started with the cantinas, which were the hottest spots to find relevant intel on the whole planet. It was fruitless at first, but eventually, he came across a young woman who recalled overhearing something about Force-users being somewhere in the desert. After paying a visit to a couple of the local gangs, and using the negotiation skill of his lightsabers, he learned that there was a base hidden somewhere in the dune sea that matched the story of the Jedi hiding in the desert.
It was only after his investigation had finished that he discovered that the Empire had put out mercenary contracts to anyone who was willing to hunt down and kill rebels; they would be handsomely rewarded a generous sum of credits for their work once they proved a success. Deviss grunted—he hated when the Empire made his job inadvertently more difficult. A deniable op was only deniable so long as the number of people who found out, and were killed, was kept to a small number. if a large collection went missing, then that would raise questions on its own. He'd have to manage, regardless. Deviss looked over as Vil brought up a speeder next to him with the five shock troopers seated in the back. He hopped in and they sped off toward the coordinates of the hidden base.  


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Post by Desertb1ur101 on Thu Dec 24, 2015 1:57 am

"You know sir, these Imperial Shuttle are basically the 'shoot me down' ships," the pilot said to Lazlen.
"Well that's why I have a pilot like you, so that doesn't happen," Lazlen responded as he checked his gear for the upcoming mission.
"Thanks sir, but that's gonna mean droid scrap when our giant wings are shot. So where would you like to go?"
"Tatooine," Lazlen responded.
"The place where its inhabitants are as interesting as its scenery. Alright sir, buckle down and prepare for hyperspace." Lazlen began to sit in the nearest seat to him when the pilot rang out "oh wait! I almost forgot! I brought something a little special for you to help during the mission. Its in the crate to your right." Lazlen gets up and opens up the crate to find a high-end baton inside.
"A baton?" Lazlen asked unimpressed.
"Its more than that," the pilot responded, "its modified with the technology that was used by the magnaguards of the Clone Wars. Basically, it can resist lightsaber beams."
"Nice touch. You make it?"
"Me? No sir! I had the technology guys make it. I said it was an 'Important Shadow Trooper Operation.' They like hearing that kind of stuff."
"Well good idea Pilot" Lazlen commended.
"No problem sir! Now might want to prepare for lightspeed." Lazlen sat into a seat and buckled up as the ship entered hyperspace towards Tatooine.
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Post by Atridian on Thu Dec 24, 2015 4:49 pm

TOP OF THE DUNE 'SMUGGLERS NEST' OVERLOOKING HIDDEN REBEL BASE, SEA DUNES: TATOOINE: 0720 HOURS

"Ya know something? We've punched through a lot of bases, and I mean a lot of them, in our careers. We've sabotaged, infiltrated, bombed, raided, assaulted, assassinated, and generally just kicked the living osik out of them. That being said; this one looks pretty darn beautiful from here if I do say so myself. I mean they've got troop numbers, turret emplacements, spotlights, alarm systems, durasteel fence perimeter, speeders, light hover tanks, and the cherry on top of the whole cake, Jedi. If I wasn't me, and if you guys weren't...well you guys, I'd say this place is pretty damn impenetrable," Flak spoke over the squads secure commlink channel; his lips smacked together between each word as he loudly chewed a stick of, Galactic Brand, gum.

"Well thankfully, us guys are, in fact, us guys and that means this regularly impenetrable hidden rebel base: is penetrable," Whilly replied; he smacked the back of Flaks helmet and heard the sound of his gum fly out of his mouth with a liquid spat.

"This will be easy; mask our heat signatures, jam their radar so we're invisible, cut through the fence, disable their vehicles, plant charges on the emplaced guns and barracks. Det 'em; deal with the stragglers, locate Commander 'Sand Sabre', pop him, then wrap it all up by tagging us some Jedi before getting picked up," Stinger said confidently. He let out a low grumble that turned into a growl as he cleared his throat.

"Don't be overconfident, Stinger. Even the most perfectly well laid plans can go fatally wrong at a moment's notice for the slightest reason," October said as he adjusted his sights to get a better look at what he presumed to be the command building."Keep your heads screwed on tight, all of you. I don't want us making any mistakes whatsoever; Yorrick isn't here, this time, to take one for us if we get sloppy."

"These guys might not be related to that in any way, but I'm still gonna kill them the same as those shabuire gangsters. Three Ns, ner vods: No doubt, No hesitation, No mercy," Whilly said chillingly as he ground his teeth together.

"You think they'd just let us walk in and slot the Jedi if we asked them real nicely, sir?" Flak asked, craning his neck back toward Atridian.

"Doubt it, Flak," Atridian said as he belly-crawled up next to October."We good to hit it yet? I don't wanna move a single step unless you've accounted for every possible tactical plan for us to get into this place."

"Just finished, sir," October snapped his head and looked over to the three next to him and held out three fingers pointed toward the base.

Atridian and Rancor squad started sliding down the dune in complete silence; the distance to the bottom was little over a hundred feet, and it was another five hundred to the base's perimeter once they reached it. It was almost completely pitch black out and they had to switch to night vision optics to carefully guide themselves around mini holes and half buried rocks covering the massive dune as they slid. 0720 hours on Tatooine meant the moon was gone, but the suns weren't quite over the horizon yet.
The twilight period where nothing hung in the air to shine any source of light created a thick cover of darkness, that was even darker than if it were simply nighttime. The horizon brimmed slightly with the yellow and red mixture of the creeping first sun; it lit the corner of the sky where it hung with a dark-red shade of gold that was just a marvel to take in. Atridian reached the dunes end first, with his men only seconds behind him; together, they all burst into a crouching sprint toward the outer perimeter of the base, that was only thinly made, see through, durasteel.
A spotlight scanned the massive dunes overhead and swept by the one directly behind them; where they had been positioned only a few minutes ago. Atridian reached the fence and put both of his hands firmly around the metal bars, that were made after the criss-cross pattern of a prison cell door. With little effort, Atridian bent the bars apart wide enough for them to slip through; October was first through the breach with his Deece raised in ready fire position and the three others were right on his back.
Atridian moved through last; before him was a row of, three by five, barracks that stretched from his end all the way to the other side of the base's perimeter edge. To his left, there was an armory, a small hangar with three parked fighters, vehicle depot surrounded by speeder bikes and light tanks. Sitting at the center of everything was, long and wide from top to bottom, a control tower three stories tall. Atridian surmised that the building was most definitely where everything was coordinated from; it would also be the place he suspected both the commander and the Jedi would be held up in.

"Really? Another tower? Jeez; we go in just one and suddenly they're all over the place," Flak said as he charged his Deece and checked his power cell for the blue light on the indicator."Whatever. We'll reduce it to rubble once we're done redecorating this place. Watcha think, Sting? Hang some new drapes, put down a carpet, maybe add a new paint job. This place could totally be the osik if we put the work into it."

"Yeah, totally. A real happening joint, this place could be; bring the kriffing roof in from all the partying that'll go down," Stinger flexed his wrists and ejected his vibroblade a few times to assess its draw speed.

"Here's the plan: Stinger, you're planting bombs on the Hangar and Depot then cutting power to the base alarm system. Whilly, you're on sabotage; blast the turrets with EMP charges then boobytrap the armory to explode when they try to get their guns. Flak, you're going to be placing thermal dets on the barracks; I mean every building that troops are sleeping soundly in without waking them up," October said, looking from face to face as he spoke to them.

"What are you and the commander going to be doing?" Whilly asked.

October didn't turn around as he pointed two fingers to the guard towers, and then to the patrols making the rounds on the ground."We're on meat duty," he dragged one finger quickly across his throat then balled his hand into a tight fist.

The five nodded to each other in unison then quickly scattered across the base and started working on their designated tasks. Atridian, back against a small storage shed, leaned his head out over the walls edge and spotted two guards advancing in the opposite direction at a slow walk. He moved out into the open and started creeping toward the two at a fast pace; Atridian's boots had sound dampers built in them, making his movement as silent as a parade ground during a funeral ceremony.
His blaster was drawn in his left hand; Atridian had taken the liberty of adding on a few upgrades to it before deploying on their mission. A two-inch long barrel attachment hung over the muzzle of the blaster, one that increased his effective firing range while also doubling as a silencer. Atridian had reworked the plasma distribution inside the blaster too so that instead of firing in quick succession with a short recharge rate.
It now fired much more dense, and powerful, rounds that took only four and a half seconds to recharge before being able to fire again. Power was better than speed to Atridian; he leaped up and put one of the guards into a one-armed headlock then put two bolts into the other's back before he even managed to turn. Blood started to seep into the sand as his body landed flat on the ground without making a sound.
Atridian twisted the neck of the guard he held with his right hand; it mad a satisfying crack then pop before the body went limp and fell from his grasp. Atridian was on the move again; he checked the squads helmet feeds to check on their progress as he slid into a lone guard on repair detail and slammed two claws into the back of his head. October was in one of the towers throwing a guard over the edge then slammed his wristblade into another who was sprawled out on the floor with a visible red bump on his throat.
Whilly was happily ripping wires and cords apart leading to one of the E-Web turrets and threw a handful of EMP charges over a lot filled with three-sixty degree emplaced heavy guns. Stinger was sitting around at the regroup point playing with the detonator to the charges as he tediously waited for them to complete their tasks. Flak whistled quietly as he walked down the isles of troop buildings and casually tossed thermal detonators onto their sides as he passed by.
Atridian moved and eliminated three more two-man patrol teams around the base then regrouped with Stinger; the man was starting to rehearse each and every BlasTech manufactured weapon, with their full titles and the complete list of attachments, out of sheer boredom. Half an hour they sat there, making idle small talk here and there, mostly about blasters; three figures finally appeared from the darkness and silently crouched forward to meet them.

"....DC-15 is a good rifle through and through; it's length, range, and stopping power are the reasons why it was so beloved. If I could get my hands on the shabs who decommissioned it....." Stinger stopped as the rest of the squad formed up around him.

"Any troubles on anyone's end?" Atridian asked, genuinely concerned for his men's​ safety.

"One guy decided he needed to take a midnight leak and wandered into me planting bombs on his neighbors house. I put him up in the outhouse to do his business quietly so that no body will bother him. Though his dilemma was changed from peeing, to trying to breath with blood filling his lungs when I left him there," Flak laughed dryly as he spoke.

The sun was barely over the horizons edge when they moved into position outside the command building. Whilly moved in front of the door and placed a timed breaching charge across it's flat steel panel then moved back behind October. He was stacked up on the doorways left while—in order by name—Stinger, Atridian, and Flak lined up the right side.

"Does anyone else find it sort of awesome that the Empire has merc contracts out asking for this exact kind of thing? I mean, as if getting kill two Jedi wasn't good enough, once this things over all we gotta do is present a little evidence to an officer to verify our handiwork. Then we just sit back and let the numbers in our accounts go up and up. God! I love my job," Flak said excitedly.

"Reason number 3 on my list of 10 reasons why I love being a merc: blowing up everyone else's shit," Stinger said, surprising everybody with a light chuckle.

"I gotta admit, getting paid to kill and explode stuff is pretty freaking sweet. Especially since our last jobs didn't give us osik," Whilly chimed in.

"I like the scenery. We get to see lots of neat places in this line of work," October said too, joining in on the conversation for once.

"What are your guy's retirement plans? Now that we're making money for ourselves, we're gonna have to think about the future too," Flak said.

"Already got mine: the grave," Stinger replied in his deep, and hoarse, sounding voice.

"We ready to go or what?" Whilly said.

"We're always ready, ner vod. You're the one with who thought a timed explosive, synched with all the charges set around the base to run off of the same timer, was a good idea," Flak said.

"Anyone got the time?" Atridian asked.

"Thirty till det," October replied.

They stood there, silent now, waiting and ready; the numbers on the timer reached 10 then quickly dropped till the clock read 0. Then went bang.

Deviss wasn't too proud of a man to admit when he'd made a mistake; they were, quite simply, lost. In hindsight, maybe it would've been more prudent to bring a map or, at least, some kind of—
A large flash filled the early morning sky and fire rose in columns as a deafening wave of explosive sound shot through the desert. Deviss blinked a few times then looked left toward the direction of the spontaneous explosion; he felt something in the Force, something strong. Both light and dark mixed together in the same place.
Deviss instantly knew what it meant and what he should do. A quick shout to Vil and their speeder spun around abruptly and raced toward the origins of the explosion. They were there; Deviss felt that much, but there was something about the way the darker being felt that made him unsettled.
It was bizarrely strange for reasons he didn't know why; the dark being felt familiar to him.
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