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Post by Deleted on Mar 1, 2018 18:16:01 GMT -8
Keera studied each person as they were introduced. Noting their names and ranks. Her stomach a little off put by the man's unnaturally perfect smile. Something she guessed was common amongst the Imperial life style. But while she might not whole heartedly agree with their standards. Keera knew they would need to work with these people. At least long enough to remove the Shapers from power. Once that was done, they would turn upon these agents and reclaim their independence
It's a pleasure to meet you as well Major... And you are well informed. Under normal circumstances, we would shy away from such help. But our Grand Matriarch has sided with outsiders. And so, we must do the same, to return Dathomir to its proper order... So tell me Major. How do you plan to help us remove the Shapers and Galactic Alliance from our home world?
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Post by Merrik Piett on Mar 1, 2018 21:24:26 GMT -8
It seemed like these nice ladies were all business. Too bad, there was always a bit of fun in wordplay. Taking a more relaxed posture and dropping his smile the First Order Major Responded with a flat, if not unkind tone. We He Gestures around to his companions. Are here for recon and Intel gathering. We need to know exactly what we are up against, where it is, and the best ways to kill it, so we can call in just the right muscle in to get the job done.
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Post by Seth Gentry on Mar 5, 2018 9:43:17 GMT -8
Into his helmets com unite were coming in reports of numbers of the Witches who still waited beyond the clearing. After giving another hushed order to hold position and report any changes, he returned his attention to the "diplomacy" taking place in front of him. Something he himself was never good at.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2018 10:48:58 GMT -8
Recon and Intel gathering. That was probably a wise start towards ensuring success. It would also serve as a novel exercise in showing these men where their place was in Dathomiri society
Well, we can certainly help you with that... We can take a handful of your men with us as... mating stocking, I believe is the acceptable term... We can travel into and out of the Fortress. Once inside, you can see what awaits...
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Post by Merrik Piett on Mar 5, 2018 15:13:44 GMT -8
Major Drax couldn't help but laugh a little at the mention of mating stock.
He had heard these women had a rather low opinion of men, and it seemed like that was the understatement of the year. It wasn't too much of a bother too him though so he just kept the grin on his face. I always did enjoy showing off my rockin' bod to some lovely ladies.He winks at the Clan Mother. But we might have to do something else with her. He gestures over his shoulder to one of his agents, Vixen if the any of the Dathomir women had payed attention to which was which, who removed her helmet to reveal a rather attractive young woman with long red hair tied up in a tight bun and eyes of a strikingly bright emerald color. Drax took a moment to admire the woman, he'd worked with her for nearly 2 years now and he still enjoyed just looking at her. It was only a moment though before he turned his attention back to the older woman in front of him waiting for her reaction.
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Post by Seth Gentry on Mar 9, 2018 13:17:54 GMT -8
It was a good thing Lt. Gentry had his helmet on, because he could not contain his eye role at his 'superiors' comment. All the same he stood by and awaited his orders. Whether they were to come along, stay and guard the ship, or something in between, he would follow them to the letter.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 12, 2018 12:50:38 GMT -8
Some men were humble about their appearance. The Major was most certainly not. His attitude was typical of the male population of the wider galaxy. Always trying to show off and measure their ego's. Keera turned her attention to the agent known as Vixen, as the woman removed her helmet. The Clan Mother wondered if that was the woman's real name, or just a code name assigned to her based on her looks or promiscuousness. What ever the case may be, they could take care of her
A simple enough task. She shall dress as one of us and be in charge of you... I trust that will not be a problem?
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Post by Merrik Piett on Mar 12, 2018 14:12:33 GMT -8
Absolutely not. I've always enjoyed a bit of command from a woman.The Major flashed his arrogant smile once again. Honestly it wouldn't be the first time the team had been forced to mix up duties to avoid detection. This would just be a simple insertion after all... well hopefully. In any case life was much more fun if your allies underestimated you, and that went doubly for your enemies.Shall we get ready then?He prompted the older woman.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 12, 2018 14:39:05 GMT -8
Keera motioned to the Witches, before a couple groups strode forward with chests of clothing for the Imperials to put on. The first was filled mostly with regular slave clothing, while the second had a handful of garments befitting a Witch Of Dathomir. Keera motioned to the operatives
Choose what ever fits you best...
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Post by Merrik Piett on Mar 12, 2018 15:05:30 GMT -8
The three operatives of Fury squad wasted no time in moving toward the chest and choosing their clothing. The Major selected a particularly ragged set of clothing with no sleeves, leaving his impressively muscled arms bare to the air. As Agent Pride removed his helmet he revealed himself to be a rather plain brown haired and brown eyed man who's very expression seemed to fade him into the background, giving the distinct impression of being able to walk unnoticed into any crowd. As he stripped his armor off in the middle of the meeting ground he revealed the body of an obvious athlete, nothing as showy as the Major's physique but definitely a fit man. Vixen on the other hand was a completely different story. She stripped out of her armor in with the same uncaring attitude as the other two but instead of revealing herself as unexceptional she was clearly exceptionally in just about every physical way, from her long red hair, now dropped down to hang near her shoulder blades, down to the soft leather boots she pulled on. All in all with Lizard Skin armor and other native articles she held herself very much like the warriors of Dathomir, adopting their body language almost instinctively, casting a glare at the Major who had unashamedly stared the whole time she was getting dressed.
Once the costume change was completely Major Drax turned to Lt. Gentry to give him his orders.
Follow us at a FAR distance, set up well outside the perimeter of the compound and observe as much as you can. If anything happens to us inside you're to pull out to Priestess and report back to HQ with whatever information you gathered while observing as well as explaining what we were doing when we went missing, Understood?
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Post by Seth Gentry on Mar 13, 2018 14:15:05 GMT -8
Sir.
He gave his acknowledgement of the orders, silently hoping the smug git of a commanding officer would get captured. But quickly putting those treacherous thoughts aside, turned on his heel and walked toward the Priestess' loading ramp.
Squads 1, 3, and 4 follow the delegation at one klick out. 5 and 6 keep them covered from another klick. Squad 2 maintain the perimeter around the ship and make sure we have a clear path back. Let's MOVE.
Even before he had finished speaking, the squads of scout troopers were already in motion. He himself would accompany 1st Squad and they would be the ones to observe and take detailed note of the compound. The conquest of this planet now rested partly on the intel they would gather. It was time to make the Emperor proud.
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Post by Merrik Piett on Mar 13, 2018 14:55:20 GMT -8
As the scout troopers begin to move about their duties the First Order Major turns back to the aging clan leader. It looks like we're all set to go.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 19, 2018 7:58:30 GMT -8
The Clan Mother’s watched as the group got changed. Keera most impressed by the change in Vixen’s attitude. The red haired woman was quite the agent, if she could so easily adopt another’s culture. Or perhaps this was the agents true face and she hid it behind the smiling mask of a stormtrooper. Keera turned her attention back to the Major as he signaled they were ready to go
Very well, Let’s go... follow me and my Clan...
With that, Keera lead the group away from the meeting point in the forest to the former Nightsister Fortress...
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Post by Merrik Piett on Apr 14, 2018 17:51:57 GMT -8
Having completed their scouting of the fortress and it's surrounding area Fury Squad and it's local escorts meet back up with Lt. Gentry's men and returned to Priestess where a debrief results in a proper intel portfolio of the place. With that prepared Vixen makes her way into orbit in a TIE/vn starfighter, keeping off scopes as she makes her way into orbit to summon the fleet. The rest of the force made their preparations for ground action. Major Drax and Agent Pride return to their armor and begin gearing up their weapons. Lt. Gentry and his men are instructed to maintain a perimeter while most of the clans' people make their way back to their clans to being their own preparations.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 16, 2018 6:48:23 GMT -8
As the First Order operatives returned to their ship, the Witches began their preparations. Rallying their clans together to prepare the attack against the Fortress. Already, they sent forth agents to infiltrate the Fortress. Posing as traders and students so that when the attack began, they could aid the outsiders from within
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Post by Seth Gentry on Apr 17, 2018 6:59:49 GMT -8
Seth worked with his men to maintain the perimeter, this was likely going to be one of the primary landing zones for the First Order, and he'd be damned before he failed in this mission.
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Post by Brock Ferrum on Apr 17, 2018 9:19:33 GMT -8
Brock brings the Sigma-class shuttle through the atmosphere much more smoothly than their exit from the Star Destroyer's hangar, expertly making his way low to the terrain toward the coordinates given, smiling the whole time, just enjoying the moment, It had been a long time since he'd had such fun, but so far today was being a good day and he hoped it would stay that way. Transmitting a few pre-selected codes on pre-selected frequencies the Imperial Knight received final location and approval from the ground team and made a landing near the Raider-class corvette Priestess. Once the ramp was lowered and the shuttle put on standby he finally turns to Faina, still grinning like a fool. Ready to kill a despot?
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Post by Faina Delvardus on Apr 19, 2018 19:36:07 GMT -8
Smiling despite her tendency to typically find finding the fun more difficult than Brock often does no matter how dire or dangerous a situation might be, Faina shrugs nonchalantly after freeing herself from the safety harness she had, fortunately for her, fastened prior to her fellow Imperial Knight's creative bit of piloting whilst bringing them from orbit them to Dathomir's surface, and quips in a deadpan tone, "Well, I did not make any other plans for today, so that sounds like as good a way to spend it as any."
Waiting until Brock has performed whatever postflight routines are necessary, Faina leads the way to the boarding ramp and, all sense of playfulness bleeding from her comportment and demeanor as she makes her way down the ramp, strides purposefully to the foot of the ramp before asking as she tightens the strap of her left gauntlet and scans their immediate surrounding with both her eyes and the Force, "How far to where we are meeting with the intel team?"
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Post by Brock Ferrum on Apr 19, 2018 20:38:00 GMT -8
Brock couldn't help but laugh at Faina's deadpan joke. Some people thought the Grandmaster of the Imperial Knights didn't have a sense of humor, but Brock knew better, she was very funny, just in her own special way. Taking a few moments he gets the shuttle properly shut down before following Faina down the ramp and hearing her question. It's just a short hike that way. He says as he points southeast, stepping out from the shadow of the shuttle, his white and gold armor shining in the bright sunlight. Just watch out for mud. He winks, the distinct image of a younger Faina stuck in a pit of waist deep mud looking flustered on some deep core planet who's name Brock had long since forgotten.
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Post by Seth Gentry on Apr 20, 2018 6:31:39 GMT -8
Shuttle just landed, Sigma-class. Imperial Knights by the looks of it.
The report came through Seth's helmet comlink. His eyes were getting a work out today from all the rolling. Force users. Great. Seth had never trusted them, not even the more lightside aligned Imperial Knights. The Lieutenant didn't like any of this. His teeth were on edge at the thought of these Knights using him and his men as fodder during their fights with the native force users. That was the problem with these gifted gits, they think themselves so much more valuable and capable than the rank and file. But Seth needed to stow these slightly treacherous thoughts, as he was sure he would soon be reporting to them about his teams findings. And didn't need them invading his head space.
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