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Post by Whill Shaman Nyx on Apr 7, 2013 3:32:55 GMT -8
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Post by Non-Com Or'dinii on Apr 22, 2013 12:34:28 GMT -8
With a flash of radiation, an Or'dinii fleet exits hyperspace and begins to take up a defensive position around the planet of Geonosis. It consists of a reconditioned Nebula-SD(64pts), one 418-Immobilizer(16pts), six Munifex-class Light Cruisers(8pts), five Braha'tok-class Gunships(2pts), one YZ-900(2pts), ten Imperial Cargo Ships(2pts), twenty-four X-83's(1pt), and seventy-two Star Vipers(1pt). This fleet belongs to Non-Com Or'dinii, and it is at his order that fleet takes up it's positions around the planet. They do not interrupt traffic flow, but any and all piracy will not tolerated.
Hold position here, The Admiral's fleet won't be far behind us.
=Admiral Dellso= Yes sir, fleet holding position and ready to welcome Admiral Dizen home.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2013 13:25:50 GMT -8
Less than fifteen minutes later, the Admiral's detachment of the MMC-NB reverted to real-space above the planet. A retrofitted Nebula-class (Light Star Destroyer, 64p) loomed in the middle of the formation. Hunkering down in the shadow of the ship was the tight wedge of eleven Imperial Cargo Ships (Bulk Transport, 2p each), once they had been Acclamator-class Assault ships, but most of their weapons and other active combat systems had long since been stripped out to make room for cargo space. Arrayed in a loose bubble around the Kandosii & the transports were a 8 Strike-class medium cruisers (Cruisers, 16p each), these 'pocket capitals' packed far more punch for their size than the common observer would assume, they also had the extra benefit of being nearly endlessly modular to meet the needs of any operation. Spread out through-out the entire formation was 20 Missile Boats (Heavy Starfighters, 1p each), & 20 Starvipers (Heavy Starfighters, 1p each). The Starvipers and Missile Boats were deployed in wings of four. Flying all but unnoticed in the fleet was the Admiral's personal transport, a BC-714 Luxury Transport (Support - unarmed, 2p).
Within seconds of reverting, the Admiral's clipped tones leaped out from his co-coordinating vessel.
==Admiral Z'har Forward fleet, status report.
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Post by Non-Com Or'dinii on Apr 23, 2013 12:24:43 GMT -8
The commander of the waiting fleet, the Tyrran, responded immediately.
Everything is you expected it would be Admiral. If I may sir, I suggest we find a planet with a little more water to settle. Though if you wish to remain here, it will not be difficult to secure, mostly because there are few who wish to obtain it.
The Tyrran shifted, giving the incoming fleet a direct approach vector to the planet's surface. The system was quiet, with virtually no domestic traffic to and from the barren planet. Still, even basic scans of the planet's surface showed that it was rich in mineral resources. If one dared to brave the treacherous sands to get to them, one might become rich in a few short years.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 24, 2013 11:49:21 GMT -8
The Admiral is standing alone in a room. Compared to the size of the ship, it is a truly impressively sized chamber, even when the glossy black surfaces silent and still, the room seems nearly endless, the only feature being the soft glow of the entrance. However, the room is not silent nor still at this moment, the glossy black panels show countless pricks of light, & along nearly half of the entrancing screen, a luminous rust-coloured planet bound with rings of shining dust. Geonosis. The air around the brooding figure is also far from empty, in the center of the room floats the swarm of holographic icons representing the MMC-ISF Command Fleet. From the point of view of the Command Fleet, looking toward the massive planet, another cluster of icons floats far forward, slightly above & slightly to the left. The MMC-ISF 1st Recon Fleet. The room has the collected data & sensor streams from every ISF ship, station, & outpost in the galaxy. With but a minor command the view could easily shift to any number of other worlds where the ISF either patrols or delivers material. This single room was the central command station of the entire ISF. Raids on the ground from hostile natives or pirate attacks in space, all could be viewed & commanded from this one room.
In the center of the room, directly under the icon of the flagship of the Command Fleet, stood the imposing figure of the Z'har Dizen Or'dinii. Very few called him by his actual name anymore, over half a century of crushing every space born threat that challenged him had shifted him into an almost mythical figure to those that knew the stories. The Admiral, they called him. The Terror of the Mandalorians. Ship-breaker. Fleet-smasher. As far as Z'har was concerned, it was all nothing but superstition & madness spread by half educated fools. But it was a powerful tool, & one that a person would have to be insane to ignore.
Standing at nearly 2.5 meters tall, Z'har is an imposing sight. A small mountain of metal that appears frighteningly inhuman. The upper body of the suit is not the normal head and shoulders of most suits of beskar. Even the iconic visor is absent. Instead, the shoulders rise up in a mound-like hood that inspires the feel a head-less beast. The fact that the armour is black & red, colours traditionally linked with pain & death, serves only to reinforce the feeling. This is not the type of armour that inspires warm & fuzzy feelings in the person viewing it. This is the type of armour that inspires entire armies to feel in absolute terror at its mere appearance. It was, in fact, designed down to the last centimeter for that exact purpose. It is after all, much less difficult to defeat an enemy that has already fled the battle that someone that stands to fight.
-Admiral Z'har I have little patience for fools, & less for those with wasted talent. You have sensors on your ships, I suggest that you take a closer look at them.
With a few silent commands, Z'har focuses the sensors of the two fleet onto & into the planet below.
-Admiral Z'har That planet has a population rivaling if not exceeding the putrid capital that is Coruscant. It has shipyards rivaling that Incom. It has Droid-forges that stand without equal in this galaxy. & most importantly, it has no imports to speak of. That planet produces every gram of food-stock & every kilo of building material used here. Without this world the Clone Wars would not have lasted a week. This is without a doubt the single most important planet in the galaxy, though many like you look only at the surface & dismiss it as nothing more than a barren dessert. Report to your commanding officer for reprimand at the end of your shift.
With that little bit of unpleasantness behind him, he sent the order for the transports to begin their descent toward the planet. He had never technically lost control of the planet, but his extended absence may have contributed to the widespread unrest that had caused riots across the planet. The gang war that was usually confined to the lowest reaches had used the rioting to surge upward, damaging many important systems & pushing the local garrison well beyond its breaking point. It was time for things to change. before Z'har had let the planet more or less run itself without interference. Now it was time for a more direct approach. The Cargo bays of the ten massive transports were packed with cloning tubes & equipment for a massive new security force. The troops of the newly founded MMC-SB would soon be finished growing. Their training would be the re-pacification of the wayward planet below. There would be much blood split before the end of this campaign, & the eternal gang war that had plagued the underbelly of Geonosis would finally come to a sudden end.
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Post by Non-Com Or'dinii on Apr 24, 2013 20:02:42 GMT -8
The officer, a junior on duty while Admiral Dellso and NCO discussed the recent past and near future, was appropriately subdued in his response, but he still hoped he could get posted to Lehon, or some other self-sufficient world. He'd never been fond of deserts, and hated having to clean the sand out of his gear after every trip to the surface here. Plus there were only so many different ways to look at the desert before it started to get old and very uncomfortable. For now, he just hoped he wouldn't be stripped of all rank and re-assigned to a ground team, it would be decades before he ever made it off world again if that happened he was sure.
As the MMC-ISF Command Fleet's transports reached orbit, the 1st Recon Fleets Transports joined them in their descent to the dusty planet. They were similarly loaded with cloning facilities, droid tanks, and ordnance. Star Vipers preceded the transports making quick work of the few uglies the gangs had managed to scramble against the transports, while X-83's escorted the transports down and then worked to clear landing areas of rioting populace and the occasional patched together tank or anti-vehicle weapons installation. If it was needed, the six Munifex-class Light Cruisers were ready to add their guns to the fray from low orbit, each covering as much ground as they could with minimal overlap. Over all, the offense was faster and more coordinated than the warring gangs could handle, and were able to mop up the light resistance with ease on the surface, though the vast tunnels and caverns spread beneath the surface may yet take some time and effort to clean out properly.
As the fleet began responding to Admiral Dizen's orders Non-Com and Admiral Dellso returned to the bridge of the Kandosii dreadnought, Torgeir and watched the progress of the assault on the main tactical display. Everything seemed to be going smoothly, which had both beings on edge, nothing ever went this smoothly, in their experience, unless it was in the enemies' best interests for things to happen as planned. Still, the lack of casualties and strong foot hold being secured as they watched was some small comfort to them both. NCO watched for half an hour, before his restlessness got the better of him, and he made his way towards his personal ship, the Tal'tracinya, a YZ-900 light freighter, hoping to join the fray as it moved into the tunnels beneath the surface. A flurry of activity announced the arrival of more uglies and Nantex's, these were presumably launched from the shipyards and moved through the asteroid belt to avoid detection for as long as possible. The five Braha'toks moved to intercept the fighters, while the closest Munifex prepared to defend the last of the descending transports as they entered the atmosphere. The Star Vipers raced back up to join the battle, having finished their objective in the atmosphere. It seems the at least one of the gangs has one more trick up it's sleeve after all.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2013 12:22:39 GMT -8
Noticing the starfighters breaking free from the planet's rings & heading for the transports, the StarVipers of the Command Fleet moved to intercept. The various other ships of the Command Fleet would be ineffective against speedy & nimble craft such as starfighters, so the remainder of the fleet simple ignored them. It was unlikely that the fighters could do any serious damage to either the transports or the other capital ships, but it would still be prudent to remove them early. It was extremely unlikely that the Nantex-class fighters had Geonosian pilots, so they were probably operating at minimal efficiency, but they would still be blindingly fast. The Command fleet was not simply sitting idle, it was in fact spreading out & jamming any communications from the planet off world. Until control has been restored, the planet would remain silent.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2013 10:04:34 GMT -8
Separating from the bulk of the Command Fleet, though most of the fleet was spread out in the blockade, the Radiant Watcher slipped over toward the Forward Fleet's flagship. Swinging around, the BC-714 lines itself up with one of the airlocks on the ship's hull & extends a cotter-dam, linking itself to the larger ship.
A message was sent to Non-Com, requesting his immediate presence on board the Radiant Watcher. He would be met at the airlock by a quartet of the red clad Praetorian Guards.
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Post by Non-Com Or'dinii on Apr 30, 2013 12:14:50 GMT -8
The Braha'toks open fire on the enemy fighters, which immediately go evasive and turn slightly, spraying a myriad of laser and ion cannon fire back at the nearest Braha'tok, even as their numbers are reduced by six. Admiral Dellso orders the fleet into interdiction formation around the planet. The Nebula moves toward the planets night side, while the Munifex's complete a square by-pyramidal formation around the planet, four spacing them selves equally around it's equator and the other two taking position over the poles, directly opposite each other. Sixty of the rising Star vipers are ordered to begin patrolling low orbit looking for both interlopers and escapees; while the other twelve engage the enemy fighters reducing their numbers by a three as they closed with the enemy. The Immobilizer moves back towards the hyper-lane the fleets had used to arrive, and powered on it's gravity-projectors, casting four spheres, ten kilometers in diameter, in an overlapping square that would cause all incoming ships to emerge from hyperspace two hundred kilometers from the command fleet.
NCO received his orders and frowned slightly, puzzled by The Admiral's apparent need for privacy. He shrugged then continued to board the Tal'tracinya, as it lifted off the deck and moved out of the hangar bay. A few quick paces and the pilot shifted his course towards the Radiant Watcher, and sped across the distance, before docking with the Command Ship. NCO was waiting by the airlock when the ships connected, he wore his usual battle gear, having planned to join the army on the surface. He wore a Lamni-plasteel weave Kama and lamilar breast plate. His bracers had traces of phrik, just enough to prevent a clean amputation by a light saber, and the left bracer also housed a folding Gungan personal shield. His custom Sonic carbine was mag-locked to his right thigh, while his left hip bore a pistol dart shooter as well several grenades. When the Airlocks sealed and opened, he stepped through, nodding to four Praetorian Guards, motioning for one of them to lead the way.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2013 18:23:19 GMT -8
As the Airlock cycles open, the four Praetorian Guards stand at attention in a square pattern. Silently indicating that Non-com should follow them, the two farthest away turn & begin to walk deeper into the ship, once Non-Com begins following them, the nearer two also turn, following behind him & directing any others waiting in the airlock that they should remain behind. Threading their way through the Glossy white hallways of the ship, the Praetorian lead the way to one of the indistinguishable doorways that stud the primary hallway.
The door opens to reveal a rather simple, but posh room. The main feature of the room is the large table that dominates the center of the room. The walls are paneled in some unrecognized wood, & the floors are covered in a wine red soft carpet. The door slips closed silently behind Non-Com.
Seated around the table is a collection of beings that look to be gathered from the wide corners of the galaxy. Each is wearing a Dark Grey, nearly black, suit that would not look out of place on an Imperial Star Destroyer during the height of the Empire. The only features that would set the uniforms apart from Imperial ones are the armoured shoulder plates & the lack of rank insignia.
Sitting at the head of the table, looking toward the door is the Admiral himself in full armour. There are three chairs on each side of the table, plus the chair at the head & another on the near end. Only the Chair at the nearest end of the table is open.
Motioning for Non-Com to take the open seat, the Admiral quickly introduces the others sitting at the table.
Welcome, Everyone present currently is now placed on the newly formed Board of Officers. The Gungan that just entered is Non-Com Or'dinii, Head of Internal Security. The male Khil on his left is Commander Gotrun Raven, Head of the Naval Brigade. The Male Human on his right is Commander Doric Hawk, Head of the Security Brigade. The male Chiss on Raven's left is Geht'hor'nthic, Head of Acquisitions. The Female Kaminoian to the left of Geht'hor'nthic is Sevo Su, Head of Research & Development. The Female Kissai seated to the right of Hawk is Zytlgren, Head of Operations. The Female Herglic to Zytlgren's right is Uddn Cruhn, Head of Transportation. The datapads sitting before each of you will detail your new position, as well as the positions of the others here. Please, use this time to familiarize yourself with each-other & your positions.
Each of the beings nods as it is introduced to the others sitting at the table. From the appraising looks that each of the beings are giving one another, very few already knew each-other & none were expecting this turn of events. Hawk & Raven obviously know each other from their days serving in the Midnight Fleet.
Within a few minutes, Everyone had a rough idea of the others' personality. The Chiss is slightly nervous, but very eloquent. The Khil is somewhat straight-laced & serious. The Human is somewhat laid back & boisterous. The Kaminoan has the nearly clinical detachment that most of her species have. The Kissai has a rather cheery attitude & nearly bubbly personality that clashes rather dramatically with her physical appearance. The Herglic is heavily scarred & rather withdrawn.
The overview of the various posts is as follows. The Head of the Naval Brigade is in charge of dealing with any space-born threats. The Head of the Security Brigade is in charge of dealing with any ground-constrained enemy forces. The Head of Internal Security is tasked with co-ordination the two Brigades, as well as any joint operations. Head of Acquisitions is in charge is securing new contracts & settling other contract disputes. Head of Research & Development is charged with developing useful or valuable technologies. The Head of Operations is in charge of the day to day operations of all the various MandalMine Collective installations. The Head of Transportation is in charge of managing the schedules & day to day operations of the large number of Transport ships owned by the MandalMine Collective.
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Post by Non-Com Or'dinii on May 2, 2013 6:31:54 GMT -8
Non-Com, the only occupant of his air lock, moved forward and allowed himself to be escorted to the conference room, where he took the offered open seat. As the board got meet and greet, albeit briefly, NCO was eager and alert. He'd enjoy working with both commanders Raven and Hawk, though he was slightly less than enthusiastic about having to work with Su on the few projects that he'd been thinking about but not had much time to do much else with of late. The others should be easy enough to get along with, though Cruhn might be ... less than sociable, still he looked more than capable of performing his job. NCO read through his list of responsibilities, which looked fairly light, and memorized them quickly. He'd be able to do his job without having to be onsite the whole time, due in part to the Commanders' past experience with each other.
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Post by Deleted on May 8, 2013 13:47:11 GMT -8
As the Cargo Ship rises from the planet below, a pair of Strike-class cruisers break off from the blockade & fall into flanking positions around it. The remaining cruisers shift into a tetrahedral around the planet. Within half an hour, the trio of departing ships flicker & vanish from view, racing forward into hyperspace.
Meanwhile the meeting continues as the newly appointed heads become acquainted. Before too long, the various heads are called away to tend to their new-found duties. Only the Admiral & Non-Com were left in the board room. Motioning the Gungan over to the liqueur bar along one side of the room, the admiral begins to pick his way across the room toward that same spot.
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Post by Non-Com Or'dinii on May 10, 2013 11:04:49 GMT -8
NCO joined his boss at the bar, pouring himself a glass of Lehon Tihaar, he sips it enjoying the warmth as it spreads from his mouth down to his gut. Cocking his head slightly to one side he half turns to face Admiral Z'har, and cuts straight to the point.
What can I do for you today boss?
Outisde the enemy fighters are quickly vaporized, by the superior force of mando'ade. Three Braha'toks manuver towards the shipyard and take up a defensive triangular formation over it. The remaining two, and the twelve Vipers not on patrol duty, move to guard the Interdictor, the fighters landing in the hangar bay to refuel, rearm, and give the pilots a brief rest. The Immobilizer maintains its artificial gravity field, thus the half hour sublight transit of the strikes and transport before they could enter hyperspace. It was mild nuisance, but it was necessary for a complete siege of the planet. Sensors indicated that several ships had already been pulled out of hyperspace and, so far, each had then returned from whence it came.
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2013 11:41:05 GMT -8
The Admiral bends over & removes a large package from one of the cabinets under the bar. Setting it down on the bar, Z'har deftly unwraps it, revealing a suit of true beskar'gam.
The main part of the suit is a body glove with larger plates built into the skin of the suit. The entire suit has a Tier I light beskar-weave across the entire surface. While it would do little to stop thermal damage such as the heat from a blaster or flamethrower & not much against kinetic energy either, it would stop a lightsabre dead in its tracks.
Studded up & down the suit are several 'gator-skin' patches, where the suit includes palm-sized armour plates. The Plates are Tier II beskar, capable of deflecting heavy damage, but still prone to deforming under extreme stress. Each of the plates also serves as a connection point for additional armour or gear. The patches are positioned as follows: One over each shin, one over each upper leg (front), two over the abs, two over chest, two behind the kidneys, two behind the shoulder blades, One on the forearms, One on the upper arms, one on the shoulder, & finally a special plate at the base of the neck designed to link with a helmet.
Beyond the basic suit, there were several other pieces in the package. The most obvious were a helmet, chest piece & backplate/backpack made from Tier III beskar. Tier III beskar would continue on without a scratch long after the laws of physics had turned the wearer into jelly. The chest-piece & the backplate would take up all four of the attachment points on that section of body.
Below these pieces was a collection of other gear, though it is hard to tell at first glance what they are.
-Admiral You know what this is, & you know what this means. You are ready & it is long past time that this was done. Ni kar'tayl gai sa'ad <I know your name as my child>.
The suit will work best if you get a neural network implanted to help you interact with it. However, you could still use it using the suit's HUD & built in interface. The suit will not make you any stronger or faster, but the body suit will stop a lightsabre & the larger plates will stop nearly anything.
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Post by Non-Com Or'dinii on May 13, 2013 12:51:20 GMT -8
NCO watches as the Admiral brings out a package and reveals it to be beskar'gam. Shaped and forged especially to fit NCO's Gungan physique, the suit was something he had dreamed of getting since he'd joined the Mando'ade. He'd never gotten around to it though, what with learning the new culture, paying the bills, an then the forcies killing off Aliit Australis, and attacking several other key mando worlds, things had been one nice long adventure for NCO, and it had kept him from pursuing this particular dream. But now, he didn't have too. As the Admiral spoke the ritual adoption vow, NCO simply stood in shock, aware of what was happening, but not really able to believe that it was all real. It had been a long time since he'd had a family. And now, he was irrefutably Or'dinii, Non-Com Or'dinii... the son of Dizen, son of Plu. Once again, he had a lineage, a heritage amongst the stars. Most importantly, he finally had a Home.
I stare at the beskar'gam, then at Admiral Dizen as he utters his oath of adoption. I hear the words that follow, but they find no purchase in my glassed mind. Slowly, my brain began to process things, I felt tears running down my cheeks, as I responded to his abundant generosity.
Bul Ni kyr'tayl gai sa'buir. Vor entye. <And I know your name as my father. Thank you.>
I turn back to the armor, in part to hide the tears, for though I am not ashamed of them, no one likes to be seen crying, and partly to keep myself from doing something embarrassing. I recall his, my fathers words about it, and pick up the helmet, admiring it, and felling its weight, its cool strength and solidity. Then putting it to one side I look into the package at the other nifty bits buir <father> had included with the suit. The bracers catch my eye, the right one sporting a sonic blaster at the wrist, the left, carrying a familiar bulk, of a folding personal shield, based on the ones the Militia Gung use on Naboo. I grin, those would come in handy. A short range sonar mapping unit, probably good for about 50 meters of unobstructed terrain. A range finder, and multi-target tracking computer, the booklet tapped to the back claimed it could track five enemies simultaneously. A couple of thigh plates, each with a three shot dart shooter just over the knee. There were some others in the package, but my eyes couldn't focus any longer. I leaned against the bar, and slid slowly down it, until I was sitting on the floor, simply repeating my last sentence over and over, as gratitude and awe overwhelmed my already frayed nerves.
Vor entye... vor entye... vor entye... vor entye buir...
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2013 13:23:09 GMT -8
Z'har watches the Gungan admire the armour. Pulling a bottle of nice, strong liqueur off one of the racks, Z'har calmly pulls out the cork & passes the bottle down the sitting gungan, Before taking a seat beside him.
-Admiral <In Mando'a> Oya, Haili cetare! Gam jate, aranar kandosii. Jorso'ran kando. Cuyir Or'dinii. Nau'ur aliit kandosii. Susulur Mand'alor. Ke barjurir gar'ade. Dar'ori'buyce, kih'kovid. aliit darasuum. Trattok'o aliit, ni ven'tal'galar gar. <Here, Fill your boots. The skin is good, it will serve you well. Wear it proudly. You are part of the Or'dinii now, fully & completely. Make your clan proud to claim you. Honour the Helm. Raise your children right. Think for yourself. But always remember that family comes first. If you betray the family, I will hunt you down myself.>
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Post by Non-Com Or'dinii on May 13, 2013 14:30:19 GMT -8
I accept the bottle and drink a couple of mouth fulls, letting the warmth and dull burning sensation pull me out of my stupor. I take another swig and then nod my thanks to my buir, and smile as the irony hits me. I'm drinking stiff liquor to sober up, my face stretches into a wide grin, wider than it's stretched in a long time. Buir speaks, and I listen attentively, making every effort to engrave his words in my skull permanently. I nod my understanding and sip once more, as I consider his words carefully. Then I respond and offer him the bottle, in case he wanted some to drink, since I'd been hogging the bottle till now.
Sa gar sirbur, bic enteyor cuyir. Ni dinu gar shuk aaray. <As you say, it must be. I'll give you no pain.>
NCO sat there for a moment more, before standing carefully to his feet. Remembering his original purpose for leaving the his flagship, he turns and begins to strip off his current gear. He folds and stacks everything in a neat pile at his feet, before donning his beskar'gam.
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2013 14:57:59 GMT -8
Z'har takes the bottle from the Gungan & places it back on the shelf of the bar. With this out of the way, the Admiral could return his focus back on re-taking the Geonosian Hives. While his hands were rearranging the bottles on the bar, the Admiral quickly pulled up all the necessary info on the neural network uplink & forwarded it to the Gungan's datapad, as well as why it would be useful. That way he could easily weigh the tech & make his decision.
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Post by Non-Com Or'dinii on May 16, 2013 7:46:45 GMT -8
NCO finished donning his new skin and reviewed the data before him. It was heavy, the beskar'gam, but it was a comforting weight. Just as it would hinder my ability to move freely, it would drastically hinder my foe's ability harm me. The information on the neural network uplink was helpful, and after skimming through the procedure bit of the process before deciding that if the boss said it was useful, it was worth getting. NCO turned around and lift my arms straight up, testing the weight of the armor, before vocalizing my opinion on the tech.
The neuro uplink would be useful yes, I'll have to find time for it later.
I blink and check the systems on the suit. I notice a holographic projector, in the communications equipment and activate it, pulling up a tactical view of the assault so far. It shimmers into view a few feet in front of me, until I begin testing the projectors parameters and capabilities, changing the angle scale and contrast of the image while overlaying various views and spectral analysis of the battle field.
Aya, can use the projectors on my beskar'gam like you do with buirs?
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on May 18, 2013 6:50:45 GMT -8
The holographic battlefield flickers & morphs into the form of a young girl. A young girl that is very familiar to both of the beings in the room. Aya turned & winked at the beskar-clad Gungan before vanishing again.
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