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Post by Shaman Odin Alfodr on Feb 26, 2013 16:48:23 GMT -8
*Chazwa was a cold, medium-sized terrestrial planet whose terrain included plains.*
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Post by Syren on Aug 2, 2013 15:36:34 GMT -8
*Irista looked like a smudge on the horizon line as it sprawled across the frozen waste. It was the capital city of Chazwa, and primary haven of nefarious deeds planet side. Politicians, smugglers, mercenaries, other such dregs of society all flocked there calling the planet on the edge of a popular hyperspace lane a temporary home.
To the southwest rose the Warehouse District. Just off from the spaceport and The Clog. It was a place packed with cargo waiting to be shipped, and a shady, filthy place to be found in between working hours. Many were the workers moving and loading cargo around. It was a place to avoid with extreme prejudice, if you could avoid it in the dark.
Along the northeast edge, The Clog, barely stood in a meandering line ready to cascade at any moment. The slum stood precariously on leftover materials from the Warehouse District. The lower class of Chazwa resided here. Going day by day, scraping a living from whatever work they could find, usually in the Warehouse District or maybe on a freighter passing through. Many of the residents made up majority of the alien population on Chazwa.
Red monoliths rose from the southeast, silent and brooding in the dusty sunlight filtering through the smog. The Stones were where the wealthy stashed themselves away from the masses of the city. It was a well groomed neighborhood, busy, but not full to bursting along the alleyways and catwalks.
Between the two residential extremes, stood a silent courtyard of white tiles. The Gold Plaza stood as middle ground between The Clog and The Stones. Most often deals and employment could be made, or on occasion the illegal sabbac or pazaak match organized.
This was Chazwa, the good, the bad, and the ugly. Typically the planet was considered a smuggler's paradise situated as it was on the trade routes. Today, it was a shadow of its former self and Reed found that to his liking.
Leelynd Reed sat at his desk staring out the window of his new office where the Warehouse District and the Market butted against one another. The sun was setting on the city and he had decided to treat himself to a Corellian Whiskey on the rocks, straight up. It was a smooth bottle, aged for who cared how many years, only that when it hit the palette it did not taste of wet dog nor did it finish with razor burn down one's throat.
He swished the amber liquid around in the tumbler, thinking, staring, scheming about what exactly he had done, and what he was about to do next.*
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Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2014 16:54:49 GMT -8
The Starfire Security Officer was nervous. It wasn't the weather. No, the weather was bright & clear, if a little cold. He could see each breath of the group he was leading. It wasn't the danger of the mission. True the mission was dangerous, but he had command of three full squads in battle gear. Eighteen troopers in all. No what what making him nervous were the four figures in glossy black armour silently following at the back of his force. Operatives. A full fire team of them. All the troopers here knew that the Operatives wouldn't hesitate for a second to personally kill all of them in order to succeed in the mission. Soulless abominations.
A glance at the scout leading the group made him pick up the pace. Hopefully he wouldn't lose the tracks of their prey.
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Post by Darth Umbra on Apr 22, 2014 17:46:06 GMT -8
My senses are on high alert as I wonder the wilderness of Chazwa. The mild climate isn't too taxing on my body, and I find navigation to be simple. I'm well aware of the fact that I'm being hunted, but the only thing I could feel was excitement. Excitement for a challenge worthy of a sith lady such as myself. I pause for a brief moment to allow myself to get familiar with the energies and force signature of the planet. As I continue my walking meditation I feel the energy of every blade of grass, every tree, every creature flying through the air, prowling on the ground or swimming the the waters of the planet.
Suddenly, I hear the unmistakable sounds of military units moving across the terrain. The soft sounds of their footsteps, the occasional clank of their materials against their bodies. Above all of the noise, I sense strong feelings of nervousness and anxiety from one of the members of the squad. Something had this one on edge. Perhaps hunting sith isn't this man's strongest point.
Sensing they are near, I crouch down in a shallow ditch like formation running along the left side of the trail about 30 feet from the path my hunters are using. Reaching out with the force I concentrate on a medium sized boulder about 10 feet to my right. The weight of the stone makes it difficult for me to lift it. My concentration becomes deeper as the boulder begins to levitate. Then, with all of my strength and aggression I hurl the boulder towards the squads of men that are stalking me.
I take my saberstaff off of my belt in preparation for combat, yet I stand up and quickly spring farther away from the path and into an area where there were more trees to hide my movement. Then I concentrate on all my anger and aggression, channeling it through the force. I visualize a powerful red light inside my torso, pulsating and growing larger with the more angrier I get.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 24, 2014 13:01:20 GMT -8
The crash of the boulder flying through the tree gave the soldiers time to dodge out of the way of the spinning hunk of stone. All eighteen of the soldier loosed their sonic carbines & began to fire into the thick foliage that the boulder had come from. The three squads worked well together, two taking cover & laying down fire as the third squad advanced, the whole group progressive in a leap frog method in the direction of the attack.
The response of the SS Operatives was marked different from the scatter & fire of the squads. Despite the massive stone hurtling straight for them, not one of them so much as flinched. A small pillar of fire sprang from the heavy shoulder attachment of one of the Operatives, exploding on impact with the boulder. The boulder shattered into a haze of fist sized stones & slivers of rock. All four of the heavily armoured Operative charged straight through the hail of earth. Two kept pace with the firing squads, not bothering to take any kind of cover. Their large rifles repeatedly belching out huge cones of flaming gas & causing several small fires to catch in the brush. The other two of the Operatives launched themselves upwards, quickly rising to just above the level of the trees & began raining armour piecing shots downward, tearing ragged holes in the trunks of trees below & blowing craters into the dirt.
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Post by Darth Umbra on Apr 25, 2014 7:59:22 GMT -8
The rapid response of the squads and operatives proves challenging for me. I sense several of the projectiles about to impact me and I jump out of the way, igniting my lightsaber and waving it in swift arcs behind me to deflect what I can't jump out of the way from. Once I land back on my feet I continue my sprint for the heavier thicket of trees. I take cover behind one of them with one of the blades of my saber still ignited. I close my eyes and begin to meditate, still keeping my senses alert to the danger.
I picture a well with an old man guarding it. The water of the well represents my potential force energy, and the person guarding it represents the restrictions keeping me from tapping into the power. I walk up to the man, push him away from the well and begin drinking from the well and instantly feel my force power growing stronger. The more I drink the more powerful I feel my force energy becoming, feeling the force literally pulsating through my entire body.
With my meditation complete I open my eyes and hold my saber straight in front of me in anticipation, allowing the energies of the planet to continuously flow through me, keeping my senses on high alert for the coming battle.
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Post by Deleted on May 5, 2014 10:36:18 GMT -8
The squads quickly began to focus their fire in tighter groupings, aiming at the highly visible plasma beam. They didn't have to worry about being hit by their own fire, as the sonic weapons they were using would pass straight through a lightsabre unaffected. They would have to still be careful would they got closer however, as not even the operatives were wearing armour that would stop the enemy's weapon.
Suddenly the blade stopped moving. Fearing an ambush or trap, the SS Officer halted the advance. Sending one squad to circle around the the left & another mirroring them on the right, he planned to saturate the target area in a three pronged attack.
The Operative Fire Team also halted their advance. They knew force users could be high dangerous in close quarters & that the target was needed alive.
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