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Post by jedivssith on Feb 16, 2013 21:04:39 GMT -8
*Aaghra was the first planet from the star Zug in the Zug system of the galaxy's Core Worlds region, not far from Coruscant. It was a moonless world of molten rock.*
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Post by Gabriel Solomon on Apr 23, 2013 11:54:44 GMT -8
jedivsith.com/viewtopic.php?f=230&t=15806&start=0 Above the ash, flame and sweltering heat of the molten world of Aaghra was Telluria Station. The floating city was the home of the Aaghra planetary system's only sentient organisms. It was decades, perhaps even centuries old, established first as a refinery and offworld mining station for the mining company that had interests in extracting the rare metals that were belched from the planet's core by lava. Afterwards the station was purchased by the economic venture called Project Eclipse headed by the military industrialist Mei Lan who futhered expanded and upgraded the station to accomodate starship manufacturing. It slowly became a trade port and self sufficient even after the failure of Project Eclipse.
For decades it has been a waystation for explorers, traders and miners who are attracted by the station's relative sfatey, security and wealth from the mining ventures on the planet below. It's close proximity to the Corellian Trade Spine is also of great benefit to the station.
In the Imperial Era, Gabriel Solomon, former Grand Moff of the Deep Core expanded and reinforced the station, adding additional space to garrison Imperial Marines pilots and personnel. Since his involvement with Telluria Station, Gabriel Solomon, as Director of COMPNOR, the Imperial propoganda officer, has made the station one of the key bases for COMPNOR activities. On this historic day, the first Empire Day in recent memory the state-wide celebrations of the Imperial lifestyle were taking place across the Deep Core. On Telluria station, the populace, content under Imperial rule joined the festivities.
Outside the station 6 Victory I Class Star Destroyers floated around it, ever vigilant.
"This will be a day long remembered. Today celebrates the rebirth of the Empire. A year ago today, in homage and memory to our great and powerful forebears, Nicademus Delvardus IV was elected Chief of State by the Moff Council as well as the civilian planetary governments of the Deep Core. In his short Tenure the Chief of State has revitalized the Imperial way. He has begun our economic overhaul which has brought the Deep Core back from the brink of total financial instability. Under his protection our forces have held the line against the chaos and disorder of the rest of the Galaxy. Your loyal servants in the Navy and Army stand ever vigilant to protect our closed borders. While some have criticized our isolationism and our black-out of the Holonet, I tell you today that we are reaping the benefits. Under the cloak of gravity wells, black holes and communication and sensor jammers we are allowed to grow and progress peacefully without fear of assault. We welcome with open arms our allies on Foerost, who, after negotiations with our Chief of State have agreed to join the Empire. With this move we have kickstarted their starship manufacturing and employed millions of Foerostans overnight. This is a day of rememberance and a day of celebration. Enjoy yourselves, for this is the Empire's day, this is YOUR day."
The transmission was ended soon after. The holoimages of Gabriel Solomon faded out and the people of the station returned to their revelry. The old Miraluka's armor clinked as he lowered his arms from their grand gesture that he had just performed. Around him, camera's powered down and his COMPNOR propoganda agents would quickly broadcast his statement across the Empire. While not as important as the Chief of State's address, the words of the Director of COMPNOR and the Central Commander of the Imperial security Bureau carried some weight, or at least he hoped. From the main Imperial Holonet station on Telluria station, the closed circuit imperial holonet was based and then provided to the Imperial worlds of the Deep Core. Most, if not all information passed through the massive COMPNOR offices and data archives located in the innermost and most secure ring of the station and it was from here that Gabriel Solomon controlled the information and the interpretation of said information throughout the Empire.
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Post by Gabriel Solomon on Apr 29, 2013 17:32:50 GMT -8
Gabriel rose with a soft groan, his joints ached and he was not as young as he used to be. The creak of his knees was inaudible over the din of the dining hall. The Empire Day feasts were in full swing and Gabriel had hosted not the officers, but the young men and women and aliens of COMPNOR and the ISB in Telluria's old refinery. The inside had been gutted and the Moff's achitects and interior designers had spent weeks prepping the place, making it look grand and imperial and prestigious before the low level officers and enlisted, bottom tier folk arrived for merriment and food. Though the image was lost on the old blind Miraluka, it was not lost on the eyes of those seated at the long tables. There was an audible gasp as the young imperials walked into the refurbished hall. That was several hours ago and now the tables had been cleared away and dancing and shows of strength were taking place across the hall. This was the young people's night and Gabriel was old and willing to leave to young people to making memories.
There had been a disturbance in the force and he needed to meet it. He exited through an anteroom where the guards were drinking and listening to a new holo-starlett's song. He exchanged a few pleasant words with the men as he bid them to return to their enjoyment. Gabriel exited the refinery and was greeted by the force aura of a young man. While Gabriel could not see in the conventional manner, he was uncannily discerning and gifted, like all his people, with force sight. He could sense different individuals, see them as they were made of force energy coursing through their veins. With concentration he could see fingers and noses and weapons... The young ISB officer who came to greet meet him was Jazon Hagerty and he was quite surprised to see the Moff.
"Sir I was sent to escort you back to your office we've just received..." Gabriel cut the young man off with a wave of his hand. "You're here to tell me that the fleet is assembling. I know. I sensed it. We will not be going to my office. Take me to the main docking ring I'll meet the officers there. They are on their way I presume?"
Jazon looked a bit flustered and then glanced at his datapad, making a few cursory manipulations until he found the information he needed. He looked back at the Moff with a quizzical look bordering between disbelief and awe. "Uh... Yes, yes sir. They are estimated to be landing from their shuttle craft within the hour."
"Excellent." Gabriel said with a smile, then gestured to the speeder. Corporal Hagerty quickly opened the side door then entered the pilot's seat. While it was well known that Gabriel had trained and been ordained as an Imperial Knight, it did not stop the questions how a blind man or an old man could retain or even earn his position of power. As head of the Imperial Propoganda and loyalty initiative known as COMPNOR and as Central Comander of the Imperial Security Bureau, Gabriel was in many ways chief of the Empire's domestic security and internal affairs, though he would never be so bold to state it. He had been away from teh capital for some time however, and perhaps the dynamics had changed. Regardless, Gabriel would continue on withh his schemes and machinations. The assembling of his fleet and the redistribution of it on it's maiden voyage was but the first step in his plan to further secure the Deep Core...
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Post by Gabriel Solomon on May 7, 2013 15:42:43 GMT -8
A blast door opened with a hiss and light from the hallway spilled into the conference room, causing shadows to dance on the far wall. The long shadow of a man grew smaller as he entered the room. His stormtrooper escort took their position guarding the door while the young sergeant took his leave, returning to his duties. The man raised a red gauntletted hand and then lowered it, as if on cue the blast door slid shut. Another gesture was answered by a small click as the door sealed. The gauntletted hand was lowered and the man moved forward in the darkness. The room was cold, not simply because of the metal that it was constructed from or the recycled air colimg in steadily through the airvents. No... Gabriel had felt this cold before, the wisps of the dark side. He moved forward slowly, his force sight gleaning the room for the remnants of dark essence. As he moved his head he saw the mass of it, in the far corner of the room, almost obscured and would have been had he not been so focused on it.
So, he had arrived... It was early than he had expected, but he had not removed his fleet from it's patrol routes to have it sit at port for days while captains begin to ask questions... It would appear that their time table had been accelerated. It was not matter, everything was going according to plan. If this dark one was here it would mean that his master's fleet was already on the move. The secret hyperspace route and security codes that Gabriel had provided themduring his mission on Pzob would allow the fleet to bypass all of the Deep Core's defenses, patrols and early warning systems and deliver them to Prakith without warning. It had not been an easy decision, the lives lost would be.... justified... At least that was how high command, well, it wasn't even high command, it was how a select few individuals in the Empire rationalized this decision. It was for the good of the Empire! Right? Well it was far too late to back away now and if everything worked well, the shields would be raised, most people would be saved and those who died would be snuffed out miliseconds by powerful turbolaser blasts. This would secure the future of the Empie. Sacrifices had to be made and Gabriel knew more about sacrifice than most.
The aging Miraluka had sunk too much of his life into the Empire to let it fizzle out and die. The Empire would return to prominence in his lifetime. He swore it every night. Now that they were so close, now that the dominoes had begun to fall, there was no time for games, nor time for second thoughts. "Dark one, reveal yourself. I sensed you as I approach and I sense you in this room now. You might have been able to shield yourself from other Imperial Knights, but not from a Miraluka. Come now, I suspect you bring word from your masters?"
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Post by Innon'Ruuk on May 10, 2013 7:19:07 GMT -8
The Maka-Eekai L4000 Transport, had arrived to the edge of the planets gravity well, baring no IFF or any kind of identifying system, the completely un-marked vessel made it's way to an already pre-determined hanger bay at Telluria Station, the ship swooped in and turned one-hundred-eighty degrees and touched down, Captain Galchenyuk and his two StormCommando's dressed in matching standard issued StormTrooper body armor, except they are colored crimson with golden shoulder pauldrons and matching golden stripe down the center of the helm and body, with black cloaks flowing behind them, they carry OE issued Disruptor Blaster Rifles and twin Disruptor Pistols, move to the rear, the Captain stopped to notify his commander, the Sith Bith Darth Octennial, as the other two move to open the cargo hold and stand guard, weapons hot, safeties off. Galchenyuk opened the door to the small meditative chamber and spoke.Captain Galchenyuk:: We are here Mistress ::
Octennial's large black bulbous eyes slide open as she released herself from her meditative trance, she gurgled through her respirator.Darth Octtenial "Very well" Gurgles. They were early, Octennial moved out of the room and the Captain followed, she wore crimson robs and cloaks that moved with the air currents she leaves in her wake, she hand motioned for the Captain to stay as she moved off to meet the other half of the plot.
She stood in the shadows for quite sometime before she began feeling a slight tremor in the force, someone was coming, she wrapped herself in the darkside and let it permeate her, the conference room door opened and the person entered, it is Gabriel Soloman.He said, she stepped forth from shadowed area, her cowl drawn deep as per the norm for Sith, masked in black from the hood, her large black cold and soulless eyes looked over the visually blinded man, her respirator inhaled/exhaled reminiscent of the Great Sith Lord Himself, Vader.Darth Octennial"Indeed Gab...Respirator gurgles...riel Soloman and the Items...respirator breathes in and out...as promised."
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Post by Gabriel Solomon on May 10, 2013 14:19:21 GMT -8
Gabriel allowed a small smile of satisfaction. It appeared as if the sith were playing the game... That was reassuring. The "items" she referred to were an integral piece of the charade. Gabriel reached out a hand, moving it slowly until his fingers felt the cold metal of a chair. With more confidence he leaned towards it so that his hand could grasp the head of the chair fully and pull it out. He slowly eased himself down and took a seat at the table. He gestured across from him "Please, seat yourself. Would you care for refreshment? We have insertion tubes compatible with respirators." Said the Miraluka politely.
He studied the sith and found himself rebuffed by her power. She played her cards close to her chest, she was upholding her mental barriers.... Even her force aura was repressed as to prevent a true guage of her power. "You must extend to your masters our thanks. I must admit, Imperial high command was... how should I say it? Well, they were wary that your masters might not deliver as expected. I am glad that while there was some small distrust you have swept it away with the delivery of the missiles. I will have my mechanics begin installing them immediately."
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Post by Talon Fenris on May 12, 2013 7:16:02 GMT -8
A short-burst Comms transmission finds its way to the Imperial worlds, warning of the current events on Prakith.
####Emergency Transmission#### ####Secure Comms Line Open### ####Message Begins#### This is Imperial Knight Fenris, Stationed on Prakith. *Static* T07e Planet has 0987345/[/# Attack from unknown F000-.[;';rces. This Broadcast is going out to all Imperial forces..*static* Help Is required. *static* ####Message Ends####
It was short but to the point, anyone who heard it would now know there was trouble afoot in the Empire.
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Post by Innon'Ruuk on May 12, 2013 15:12:07 GMT -8
Gabriel allowed a small smile of satisfaction. It appeared as if the sith were playing the game... That was reassuring. The "items" she referred to were an integral piece of the charade. Gabriel reached out a hand, moving it slowly until his fingers felt the cold metal of a chair. With more confidence he leaned towards it so that his hand could grasp the head of the chair fully and pull it out. He slowly eased himself down and took a seat at the table. He gestured across from him "Please, seat yourself. Would you care for refreshment? We have insertion tubes compatible with respirators." Said the Miraluka politely. He studied the sith and found himself rebuffed by her power. She played her cards close to her chest, she was upholding her mental barriers.... Even her force aura was repressed as to prevent a true guage of her power. "You must extend to your masters our thanks. I must admit, Imperial high command was... how should I say it? Well, they were wary that your masters might not deliver as expected. I am glad that while there was some small distrust you have swept it away with the delivery of the missiles. I will have my mechanics begin installing them immediately." She watched him sit as he asked her to, she shook her head with a slight No to the seat and drink, she pressed a button her wrist to let her StormCommando's know that all was clear and delivery was made.Darth OctennialRespirator gurgles. "I Will See Your...Inhales/Exhales...Gratitude's Extended...Pauses to breath...To More Impor...Gurgles...tant Matters, Do Not Use The Miss...Inhales/Exhales...iles Until The Flag...Breaths...Ship Arrives, It's Commander Likes...Gurgles...Make A Very Late Entrance"...Respirator Hisses.She tosses a datapad down on the table, in it are the complete spec's of the Ionite Missiles, She Turns and walks away, exiting through shadows. her force presence still masked, thou the darkside brewed violently in Octennial.
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Post by Gabriel Solomon on May 12, 2013 16:14:12 GMT -8
He was not surprised by the sith's refusal of accomodation and refreshment. Gabriel wondered if she felt as uncomfortable surrounded by the Imperials as Gabriel fetl working with the sith. They were an amiable lot, if you played their games and followed their tenuous rights of passage. They feasted him well during his trip to Pzob, yet the Miraluka doubted they would be so friendly again... Or perhaps they were of the old way, the civilized way... There was a time, a time even before Gabriel, where to be a villain was to be evil and an actor and a gentleman. It was almost respectable, with monologues, dinner with the heroes and rancor pits. It would appear as if that era was coming too a close, and Gabriel felt a pang of nostalgia.
Through the methodical rasp of the respirator Gabriel listened respectfully to the sith's suggestion. To consider it an order would be to consider her a superior and that was certainly not the case... Or at least he hoped... He heard the clatter as the datapad was tossed across the table top and was brought to a halt by Gabriel's left hand. He picked it up and held it up to his face, quite aware that he could not see what the screen depicted. He did however see her visage shudder and begin to deteriorate as she drew the darkness around her and tried to hide her presence. He had no doubt that she would be able to leave the station unaccosted, which was convenient for Imperial-sith relations, but less reasssuring knowing thatsomeone like her could slip past his knights. He would need to speak to the Grandmaster about their training.
Gabriel sent a telekinetic message through the force and summoned his right hand man, Colonel Hyrum Graff. The ISB officer entered the conference several minutes later, well after the sith had made her departure. "Sir, Knight Talon Fenris of the Prakith garrison has sent a priority transmission. The planet is under siege and now all of the Empire knows it." He said calmly after he had given a short bow.
"It would appear as if the time is upon us Colonel. Please, have a seat. Would you care for a drink?" Asked Gabriel, posing the same question he had to the sith. However unlike the sith, this was a man of the Empire, a man of substance and service and pride. Graff nodded graciously and took a seat across from Gabriel. "Yes, thank you sir. If I may be so bold as to request some of your Tarisian ale?"
"Not at all Hyrum, you and I have known each other far too long for such questions. I dare say I've become a bad influence on you Hyrum, what with your new affinity for the ale."
The Tarisian ale was brought in and left between them. Gabriel used the force to pour for both men while they spoke of things to come. As the two drank their doubts away, Gabriel's fleet was being loaded up with Ionite missiles, preparing for the counter attack.
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Post by Innon'Ruuk on May 13, 2013 7:37:07 GMT -8
The bulky freighter received it's compliment, Darth Octennial moved towards her tiny room, as the three StormCommando's took to the bridge and began lift-off procedures, they had left their cargo behind in the hanger bay for the IR to take possession of.
After a few ticks of chrono, the vessel was ready, repulsors fired and ship moved out of the hanger bay and into open space, where the main drives bursted to life and launched the husky ship out into the cold vacuum.
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Post by Sarah Dodonna on May 19, 2013 20:53:44 GMT -8
A high priority message is broadcast through secure military channels to all Imperial fleets in the system.Attention all fleets, this is Grand Admiral Dodonna. As I am sure you are now aware, the planet Prakith, a planet only recently brought into the Imperial fold, is under attack by an unknown force. All available fleets are to report to the following coordinates and prepare for a counter assault.Short, sweet, and to the point. The transmission ends as soon as it begins.
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Jun 20, 2013 18:00:34 GMT -8
Meanwhile on the other side of the planet things went on just as same as they had without the knowledge of the would be battle. No these men and women were simple folk who just wanted to make their way in the universe without making much of an impact on anyone or anything. They worked for the galactic spanning company known as Solomon Mines. Descending down into the atmosphere the many different crews moved to the different parts of the planet that held the raw materials.
Dropping their hooks and stuff into the molten lava they pulled up the assorted materials the super heated metal glowing a bright red from the heat of the lava. Rising back into space the hot metals trapped in the box were deposited in the drop area. Once they were there droids drifted lazily through space separating the different ores from one another with precision and accuracy usually left for well robots. This continued around the clock as a steady line of ships came from planet to docks and back, similar to ants. The ore showing up faster than it could be cut, the droids worked through all hours of the day cutting and separating and so on never requiring rest.
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Post by Count Monte Demici on Jul 6, 2013 22:02:43 GMT -8
*A golden J-type Nubian star skiff comes roaring out of hyperspace. It slows to a steady idle. A hail is sent to the fleet in orbit from Count Monte Demici requesting to land and meet with Xeonon Solomon. Monte sits in the back awaiting a response in what can only be described as extreme lavishness. Quite standard for a Sovereign ruler of Serenno. Monte waits patiently as he had heard about the exploits of the Imperial Knights and sent a request to join. Monte's jaded sensibilities and chivalrous code of honor and nobility led him here after a failed trial somewhere else. Seems failed experiments followed him as far back as he could remember. His family offered him up to appease a monster of a being he would eventually call his Master and dark lord. Even after breaking his chains and winning his freedom, even if it was out of boredom, he couldn't except the whole good and evil concept. He was a weapon and shield and it was high time he came to terms with this concept. The Imperial Knight was just the right fit.*
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Jul 7, 2013 7:04:15 GMT -8
Down on the planet usually someone would have replied but there were not people on this rock of boiling magma. Not much lived out here. There was of course the usual stuff, the miners going about their business digging up ores and suchs from the swirling mass of death below. One such man actually heard this who was actually named Xeonon as well and contacted the man. This is Xeonon Slyman, to my knowledge there is no Xeonon Solomon here but this is an offshoot of his business here. Give me a minute to patch you through to him. At this a rather annoying song (declaimer: I did not even listen to the song it was the top result on google) came over the intercom as he was put on hold.
After a few minutes a crackling could be heard from the other end when a tired sounding man came over from the other end. This is Xeonon Solomon, word is you want to land and meet me. Problem is, I am not there. You see I am located here At this a location was sent to Monte. Its a common mistake I am afraid, the Deep Core is confusing and these two planets have a similar.... His voice broke up for a few seconds as a large volcanic eruption happened planet side. Just head... Aargau... see... there Had the interference not been there it would have been a whole "head to the coordinates and Ill see you there thing. However at that the transmission was cut as something happened down at the relay station.
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Post by Count Monte Demici on Jul 7, 2013 10:31:35 GMT -8
*After a few moments a response is heard. It seems the droid flying punched in the -Wrong- coordinates. Monte tosses a cup at it and apologizes for the pilot error to the Knight before the interference cuts out the comlink. Making very sure that the -Right- coordinates are put in the Golden J-type nubian star skiff roars off towards Aargau.*
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Aug 29, 2013 10:40:43 GMT -8
Dropping out of hyperspace above the planet a ship started to lazily drift towards the mining station. On the side of the the ship was the insignia for the mining company owned by Xeonon Solomon; Solomon mines although surviving the galactic depression it was still on a down slope. What was not helping it was a large amount of attacks on the local mining ships, it seems that some pirates or other ilk had set up shop in the area. More so was the whole area went dead, no comm traffic leaving or entering. Someone had taken over the comms array on the planet.
Thats the reason this ship was here, one last partial message had made it to Imperial Command and lets say it was not pretty. Stormtroopers with their pants around their ankles... On board was the Xeobot dressed as Xeonon this time as well as a group of recruits and weapons.
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Post by Titan on Sept 1, 2013 22:33:09 GMT -8
The weapons were shiny and new, which matched their bearers well. The recruits stood at ease in pretty, perfect rows, with crisp, pressed uniforms and bright eyes. Titan stood in the group closest to the general, his rifle resting naturally on his shoulder as he scanned his surroundings. He had given up a long while back trying to fit in as just another soldier, probably a few days after he had first started his partnership with LE-9615, when they had begun to rise through the evaluations together. Towards the end, they had stood out at the top of their class in a wide variety of areas, and the superiors had taken notice. Titan himself had seemed to merit some strange fascination from the superiors, and had ended up more often than not, at a leading position at whatever he was doing. At the very least, whatever instructor had charge of him at the time had liked to keep Titan close at hand, and with no way out, the former street-rat had decided to go all in to his performance, and built his contacts and reputation among the upper ranks as a rising star.
He readjusted his rifle while discreetly making eye contact with one of his former instructors, who held it briefly, then broke it to gaze towards the general again. A few days ago, another of the recruits had been chatting with his girlfriend on Aaghra, when it had cut out. A few days later, when he still couldn't reach her, along with anyone else on the planet, Titan had decided to start poking around, if only to satisfy that man's incessant whining. Apparently, there had been a complete comms blackout on Aaghra, even among the military level, and the suspicions were leveled towards a planetary resistance group of some sort, or perhaps pirates. Either way, a significantly large enough group had somehow managed to pry away the comms array from the resident Imperial garrison, and, given that it hadn't been restored quickly, then managed to subdue the aforementioned garrison. It was an embarrassing situation, and one that would get more and more embarrassing the longer it went on, so the Imperial Military had decided to ready a quick response to the attack, or so Titan had been told.
Still, as he stood here, watching the mass of other recruits wait anxiously on some explanation from the command, he was unsure why he was actually here. He was a new recruit, along with most of the other soldiers the general had decided to bring along, and while they had numbers, their experience wasn't strictly the greatest. From what he had learned in training, local revolutionaries tended to be low-numbers, low-training, but high amounts of experience and morale, coupled with a fanatical devotion to their cause. Given that they had managed to effectively wrest control of an entire planet from the Empire, it was obvious these guys were good. So why were they here?
Titan sighed under his breath, then closed his eyes for that half second. The smells of excitement filled the room, coupled with a touch of nervousness heard in every adjustment of stance, every small shift in the way the rifle had been held. He could almost taste it, just the sense of anxiety that had been building ever since they had first been loaded onto the transport ships. They knew what they were doing by now - they all had the bruises to prove it - but it was still just theory. It wasn't tried under pressure, or practiced under fire. It was still just a thought, a learned action instead of an instinct. Still, they would do their duty, if they were called upon. He could sense that undercurrent of conviction, of discipline that had been mercilessly instilled into the group. They weren't individuals anymore, they were simply members of the whole, and they would fight to guard the other members.
He opened his eyes, and slowly swung his gaze across the room again. Each of those soldiers had something to lose, each of them had a plan and a future for themselves, but they were willing to sacrifice it all for each other, if not for their country. If he wasn't such a cynic, Titan might have found it inspirational. Instead, as his eyes inched back bit by bit, he simply saw their nervousness, their flaws, how some of them still forgot which side to hold their gun on. They were new, but the only way they would improve would be if one man ordered them to their deaths. His eyes finally locked onto The General, and he tensed up. If he sent those men into battle now, they were going to die, but ultimately, it was his choice. His call.
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Post by Marcos, LE-9615 on Sept 3, 2013 8:45:08 GMT -8
The glossy black armour I wore wasn't quite the same as what I was used to. The fit was slightly different & the golden highlights seemed far more gaudy that was needed. But it was the armour required to be a Novatrooper. There were two squads in the shuttle, both of which were fresh out of basic. Each squad had 8 troopers & a commanding officer. 18 stormtroopers in all.
As I set my T-21 light repeating blaster into the sheath on my back, I look over my squad. I was one of the few already in full armour, I had given the order for the others to suit up a moment ago & most were still getting ready. I pondered for a moment as I drummed my fingers against the handle of the SE-14r pistol hanging from my belt. Both myself & Titan had done well enough to earn command of a squad. He had full command of his squad & was a Sergeant, While I was the second in command of my own as a Corporal.
Apparently, some group had managed to gain control or destroy the communication relays on the planet for some reason or another. From what I could gather, though we hadn't been briefed yet, our task would be to hit the place & regain control. There were rumors that the entire planet had been taken over, but I highly doubted that was the case, as only two squads were being sent in the first wave.
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Sept 4, 2013 5:55:25 GMT -8
Inside the cargo bay of the transport ship the robot walked among the groups of recruits. This was meant to be a blow through, something easy to test the resolve of the men and women in front of him. You all know why you are here, a short while ago a group of people managed to knock out the communications in the area. An attack like this can not go unpunished, people must learn what happens when you cross the Empire. What the robot did not mention was the problem with the group having the station. It was both a communication station, and a listening post. Usually it was pointed outwards towards the Core, but if one was to figure out how to change were it was pointed they could listen in on the secured comms of the Empire.
Our mission is to take it back, in case you have not noticed there is no long shortwave communication in the area radio broadcasts and anything on the airwaves in general. Its been playing havoc with the local mining conglomerate, which will pay off in our advantage. We are going to go down to the planet as close to the base as we can without raising alarm and drop you off. From there take back the station, kill anyone who resists and bring any home. We need to know how they managed to break through our men. If you have questions now is the time to ask them. He had stopped walking and was now located in the rear of the cargo bay, his hands held behind his back.
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Titan
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Post by Titan on Sept 9, 2013 17:39:45 GMT -8
Titan scanned his squad, looking for any questions. They were silent, a few of them looking perhaps a bit greener then before, but for the most part they were content. Titan looked at his second in command, then cocked his head in the direction of the other squad. He saluted, then began barking orders at the troops. That armor was not easy to get into, and far too flashy for Titan's tastes. Still, it kept men alive, and he supposed it was better than nothing. Satisfied that the men were underway, he turned to the General and saluted, then proceeded with his question anyways.
Sir, do we have any information on the enemy's composition? Or map of the complex?
There was no point in asking why they were infiltrating a comms station, instead of burning it to the ground. They were a new unit, with no combat experience; small, but highly trained, and still brainwashed enough not to question orders from on high. Boot camp propaganda, had to love it. Still, remembering the list for his squad, they had done well with the selections, and he was a tad surprised that none of his men had raised their hands. He had a bunch of bright, competent individuals, the kinds that placed at the tops of their evaluations easily, but not a single one of them were asking a question. Perhaps the shock of seeing the General himself giving them direct orders had quelled them into submission? Or perhaps they had come to the same conclusion Titan had, that this was information mere soldiers were not privy too.
"A weapon has one job, and that is to hurt whoever the wielder chooses. It doesn't ask questions. You don't ask questions."
Here he was thinking he was sane. The voices echoed inside his skull, and with them the faint traces of memories. He tasted the coppery tang of blood briefly, saw an old, grizzled giant of a man's fist flying towards his face. He remembered the individual hairs on the man's callused knuckles. More fragments of words, most often swearing, followed that memory, followed by rough laughter, and surprisingly, a deep fondness rose up in Titan's gut. Some crazy old bastard, apparently.
The memories came in at the weirdest times, but they were still coming. More fragments, more images and sounds that he patched together in a puzzle of labyrinthine proportions. He felt close, so close, to a revelation, to a guess of who he was, but each time he heard the voices again, he saw how far he truly was. It wasn't even about self-preservation at this point, but simply a burning curiosity to know his past. Something about it pressed at the back of his head, and he was damned if he wasn't going to find out what it was, and why he had forgotten.
He flexed his left hand in it's leather glove. One thing these voices had taught him was to keep his face cool and emotionless, never betraying a glimmer of what he was thinking. Nor his reactions the while he processed it. He might have given up trying to keep attention off himself, but that didn't mean he was crazy, now, did it?
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