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Post by Shaman Odin Alfodr on Feb 26, 2013 22:51:53 GMT -8
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Bloodshot
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Post by Bloodshot on Jul 17, 2013 23:10:52 GMT -8
"Uh, sir? You're not gonna believe this."
You might be surprised what I could believe.
Bloodshot sat in the command chair on the bridge of the lead shuttle, looking down at the mercenary seated in the nav station with a very distinct aura of frustrated disdain. Whether it was directed at the mercenary soldier himself or the bad news he was most certainly about to deliver was impossible to say.
"Well, there are, uh... sensor sweeps emanating from the old republic training facility."
There was a dull thud as the Umbaran's armored palm struck his armored forehead. Those frakking republic goons found my cache. How the hell did they know where to look? Why are they EVEN HERE?! He lifted his head and turned to the pilot.
Cut engines, repulsors only from here on in. Relay the message to the other shuttles. Tight beam short range transmissions only.
Even though it had already been traveling at less than half its maximum speed, the shuttle slowed dramatically as the dull roar of the engines cut out and was replaced by the barely audible hum of repulsorlifts. They may not be able to see us, but that won't stop them from using their ears.
It was less than a minute later that Bloodshot inhaled sharply as the unmistakable "scent" of force users hit him. What the hell? He'd felt powerful jedi and sith, but what he was feeling now was far beyond anything he'd encountered before. He could tell it was still well over ten kilometers away, whatever "it" was, but already it was enough to give him a boost if he'd needed it. Whoever, or whatever, is generating this has got some serious power behind them. Probably best not to risk the men unless I have to. It'd be a pain to have to replace them.
Hold here. Something's... off. I'm going on alone, I'll radio back when I need the men.
He stood from the command chair and stepped into the passenger compartment, stopping in front of T'mir.
You're in charge until I get back. Don't let them do anything stupid.
"Aye, I'll keep 'em in line."
There was no sentiment of "be safe" or "don't die" as the Umbaran popped one of the exit hatches and jumped out of the shuttle. The Farghul captain knew Bloodshot's track record, well enough that he'd been around for the last one actually, and whatever was going to happen would happen. Not to mention the fact that if there was something big and powerful and cunning enough to kill him in there, storming the place with only a hundred and sixty soldiers was just going to waste more lives.
The repulsors in his armor caught him as he dropped, suspending him briefly in place before he leaned forward and took off in the direction of the republic facility and the massive gathering of ambient force energy he could feel.
Ten minutes later Bloodshot dropped silently below the tree canopy as he neared the facility. His armor, while mostly dark colors, was not made for stealth and approaching beneath the foliage would help to remedy that deficiency. Life form scanners had a tendency to be notoriously unreliable in jungle terrain, and the trees themselves would shield his approach from prying eyes. It would take longer, going the rest of the distance on foot, but that was a small price to pay for the infinitely higher chance of success. The entrance he was approaching was a small one toward the rear of the facility, and he could feel the energy around him growing with every step he took.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2013 17:31:34 GMT -8
I spent 30 mins after the Jedi left the hangar learning the topography and the special information for going on patrol. twice standard gravity, type 1 atmosphere, mostly mountainous terrain in the local area, with only a couple mountainous clearings within several kliks of hangar. if I was put on patrol too often, would need leg support in the armor. but for now I could set out
"Sheesh, this is denser than i thought."
I had made up the trail just a few hundred meters when i started to feel the effect of the doubled gravity hit me. I was reduced to crawling on hands and knees with my DC-17m hanging by the strap wrapped around my body. on my back were as few attachments as i needed for security, along with some clips of ammo and a few other weapons "incase"
'station marking one. green.'
i was at the first of of the checkpoints that had been prescribed by the commandos that patrolled the grounds on behalf of the jedi. mostly this point was a cavern that looked over a mountain pass from which troops could be moved en masse if an full attack was scheduled. I stopped briefly and swigged off precisely 1/8th of the water ration i had available to me on the patrol lap before i could get back to the hangar and restock. fearing something up ahead, i packed myself back up and used the cliff face to attempt steady myself on my feet as i continued on to the second station.
'station two … yellow'
i could make out the breaking of foliage in the jungle that the second station overlooked. breakage that correlated with the landing of starships… large ones and multiple large ones. knowing what i had to do i got down on the ground and pulled out the sniper attachment for my DC-17m. perhaps i had been mistaken… but i didn't want to take that bet. knowing the words of the Jedi, I hit the button and the tiny light on the watch went from green to yellow. i knew someone was here… question was, who and how many. spotting what looked to be a humanoid figure, i took aim for the right knee, and fired out a single shot.
'it is a mistake i do not try and kill whoever this is straight off...'
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Bloodshot
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Post by Bloodshot on Aug 2, 2013 12:01:59 GMT -8
The shot flew true, but impacted on Bloodshot's shields rather than the armored joint, and the sensors in his helmet and the armor itself instantly triangulated the source of the attack. A crippling shot. Whoever this is doesn't want to kill me. First mistake. Activating his repulsors, the mercenary rocketed up through the canopy before another shot could be fired, letting the dense leaf coverage hide him from his attacker's view. He crashed back down in front of the man (and slightly to his left) a mere moment later and less than three meters away, DC-17s blaster pistols in hand as he aimed the left-hand weapon at the sniper rifle trigger assembly and fired.
Don't want to kill him, the forcies would probably feel that. Stunning is a perfectly viable option though. With that in mind, he flicked the pistol in his right hand to the stun setting and rapidly fired three bolts, all aimed at the other man's center of mass. He couldn't tell if the other man was force sensitive or not, at this point the sheer amount of ambient energy he could feel gathering around the formerly abandoned facility would have drowned out any individual signature, but the man didn't look or act like a jedi, or even a sith. Most of them preferred it up close and personal, not long ranged with a sniper rifle.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2013 13:08:22 GMT -8
As the bolts flew through towards me, I tried to move quickly to shift to change the attachment I used from a long range sniper rifle to a more close quarter blaster. The shift allowed me to avoid a blow to the head, but rather take the shot in my right shoulder, inches from my monitor transmitter. The second shot crippled the barrel of my sniper attachment.
"Gaaah"
The bolt that stung my shoulder hurt intensely, since I was wearing an armor similar to what Rex wore in the Onderon confrontation as opposed to a canned up suit of armor. But something struck me about the wound
'That was a stun... Not a kill bolt.'
Not that I could move my arm all that much... But I suspected I would not need amputation to survive the encounter. Figuring that he might not be wanting to risk a kill either, I questioned the option of a parlay. Opening a comm on all open frequencies, I extended an opportunity.
::Attention unidentified flying unit, this is Lieutenant Allistar Avery. You are trespassing on a Jedi base under the jurisdiction of the high council. Any former squatting claims you may have had expired when the Jedi reached the base... However I would offer a parlay to see if an mutual association can be achieved.::
I could see his helmet from my position. If he wanted to, he could train a bolt on my forehead... And shoot me dead where I crouched.
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Bloodshot
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Post by Bloodshot on Aug 29, 2013 19:35:42 GMT -8
The instant the comm channel opened up, Bloodshot sent a command to his armor to shut it down with an outpouring of short-range jamming frequencies from his own comm suite.
Sorry bud, but I can't let you go and warn your friends. That'd ruin the surprise, y'see.
The speech was broadcast over his mask's vacabulator, rather than a comm channel (obviously, since those were being jammed), and as soon as he finished speaking he pulled the trigger of his right hand pistol once more, his aim having tracked the man to his new position and steadied itself on his head during the exchange. There would be no sudden adjustment to warn of the shot, the pistol already having been aimed at its target (Kishi 4's head), and only the pull of the trigger would give any warning of the impending stun attack. Well, that or the force, but with all this ambient energy I can't get a read on the guy.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2013 20:05:00 GMT -8
I felt a flash as he pulled the trigger, and had time to utter one word
"Fool"
With that the shot impacted. Unfortunately, even though the shot was supposed to stun, the lack of Body armor and the particular physiology given to me as a result of my cloning, the energy was enough to Deregulate my heart. as the beat flatlined, the Monitor within my bloodstream noted the occurrence and triggered the Beacon back to base. Funny that he didn't want a warning but he warned everyone instead
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Bloodshot
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Post by Bloodshot on Aug 29, 2013 21:35:07 GMT -8
The signal from the death beacon was caught and interrupted by Bloodshot's jamming, just as the original warning message had been (or he assumed it had been a warning message), and Bloodshot turned to step past the now-corpse and continue toward the base. He paused next to it though, and looked down at the form, his eyebrows furrowing in puzzlement beneath his mask. That last word... "Fool." How had he known he was going to die? He knew it would be a stun bolt, so why would he assume it would kill him and trigger a death-beacon? An unanswerable question, now that the man was dead, and one that was also irrelevant. The beacon hadn't worked, the jamming had stopped it, and his approach was still secret. Unless, of course, this guy was the lover of one of the forcie's in there. The thought brought up a memory, though not one he wished to re-live. It isn't even my frakkin' memory in the first place. But that didn't seem to matter, and the memory surged into his mind despite his protestations.
It had been a job not unlike many others he'd completed, half up front, half on completion, and he'd made it to the target world with little difficulty. Even gotten into the compound without being noticed. All the intel had been good, every schematic, every guard patrol route, every bit of info on the target's habits. Every piece of info except one. The target had been the wife of a jedi knight. The assassination had gone easily enough, slipping into the bedroom to put two slugs in her chest and one in her head, but getting out had been another matter entirely. It was that stupid frakkin' jedi. The one that had felt his wife's death and immediately come for vengeance. Bloodshot's teeth ground hard as his jaw tensed in frustration. That one frakkin' piece of info. If they'd done just one more thing right, I'd have gotten away clean. If not for that lack of info... ...I wouldn't have died. Frakkin' memories.
It wasn't the first time he remembered dying, and he figured it probably wouldn't be the last, but no one should have to remember their own death even once, much less over a dozen times. It wasn't the kind of thing that made for a stable psyche. Having your entire early life ripped out of your head to make room for new memories isn't particularly awesome either.
Sure, he'd signed up for it, but there's no way you can know what's really in store until after the fact. He knew he'd been a soldier of some kind back on his homeworld, that much was obvious from his addiction to the green gas that was periodically pumped into his air filters. It was the same gas used to enhance Umbaran militia, and as on-edge as he always was with it, he'd get ten times worse if he cut himself off. The last time he'd tried, he'd killed a dozen of his crew just for laughing. And not even at me. They just heard a joke in the mess. It wasn't remorse that he felt, not for killing the men, but he prided himself on his own mental and physical control. To lose it like that over something so small? The term "fate worse than death" comes to mind. So he hadn't tried again. The gas could be synthesized easily enough from a standard breathable atmosphere, so he'd built the necessary filters into his mask and presto. No more freakouts. The only downside is that I can't take the frakkin' mask off for more than an hour at a time, and even that's pushing it.
No point worrying about the past now though. I still need to figure out who the frak stole my base. So he kept on moving through the jungle, having made it well clear of the scene of his last battle long before any response could be mounted (even if the guy WAS some jedi's lover), using his repulsors to both move faster and avoid leaving a trail.
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Taung H'rel
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Post by Taung H'rel on Nov 11, 2013 16:29:09 GMT -8
A cloaked Werlaara bomber sped low through the atmosphere just over the varied terrain, quickly slipping through valleys, over flat and rolling plains, up and into a mountain range, and then back through a broad expanse of jungles, marshes, and even an ocean as it traveled nearly half of the planet, hugging the ground to help the sound of its passing dissipate before traveling too far to ears that may notice its passing. The pilot looked at his positioning system and made the call.
"Two minutes to drop."
In the back the Taung commandos waited, stretching as they could to relieve the last knots in their muscles, waiting to be dropped out of the ship and into the morning dawn that would be just peaking over the horizon towards their target. The systems star would provide cover, bleeding out the flashes of the engines built into their armor should they need to use them, hidden against the primaries rising.
The pilot was now flying through a mountain valley, the foliage on both sides a blur of jungle on the steep slopes as he approached the drop site, really a toss site, his counter started counting down and gave a tone for the commandos to brace themselves. The pilot opened the bomb bay doors and yanked the ship sharply back pointing its nose to the sky as the commandos were launched out of the craft, headfirst into the air at several kilometers above the ground. Their initial ballistic arc quickly changed as wings extended from their armor and they soared over the top of a ridge, banking down into the next valley. The ship banked away, going to find a place to land and await to pick up the commandos at a prearranged time, or when contacted by the LightStealth-18 orbiting the planet at an extended distance.
The Commandos glided up the valley, keeping the folds of the ridge on their right in between them and the target location, shutting down their engines and gliding the rest of the way to land relatively quietly in a stream, the only open area to come down more or less safely on large protruding rocks, logs, or gravel bar. Quickly they moved into the thick foliage, activating their cloaking devices now that they were in no danger of a midair collision with one another.
It took the better part of the day to position themselves below the targeted ruins and waited until nightfall to approach to within a kilometer, moving slowly, before they began deploying the sensor and scanning gear that they had brought with them. Two sensors were dug into the ground two kilometers apart and almost at right angles, and thumped out ultra low frequency sound waves and listening to their own returns, and the returns of the partner sensor. The other system that was used was a portable life form scanner. This device while less powerful than the one on the ship, was able to get much closer and the commandos knew its potential uses. Even though they were in a jungle with lots of life around them, the signature of potentially several thousand humanoids was difficult to miss on the scans. And the most important thing that the scanner showed...was that it indicated they were below ground. A number of minutes later the sonic sensors were shut down and the commandos retreated from the mountain plateau and headed towards the pickup point, the first time that the team would all see each other since scattering at dark. When they did, they assembled their information. The sonic sensors painted the picture of a multi layer underground base, and the life form scanner claimed that there could be thousands of humanoids. The leader nodded at the pilot before climbing back into the craft. They had found the hidden Jedi Base.
The Werlaara cloaked again, and lifted off, quickly snaking away from the mountains and waiting until it was well over the horizon, before climbing back into space.
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Standash Thul
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Post by Standash Thul on Feb 16, 2021 9:33:13 GMT -8
It had been way too long since Standash had done this. She was by herself, with the exception of 2 of her giant guard detail, situated farther away than normal. This was a trip for her to re-center herself, they were only here because Annelise wouldn't have had it. And she figured that some may use it to question her judgment. She just needed to get away. She drove the speeder. The mountains of Carida were cold but beautiful. Wheeled, or legged vehicles wouldn't have been able to handle the terrain or ice, but the repulsor craft sailed above it. When she had reached her chosen vista, she got out. She wore a white full lines jacket and pants. They kept her warm enough to live, but the wind still cut through. This kept her focused. She wasn't Force sensitive, but she still found meditation helpful.
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