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Post by Whill Shaman Nyx on Apr 7, 2013 3:51:32 GMT -8
*The Stalgasin hive made its home in a massive spire located near to the Petranaki arena in the E'y-akh Desert. It was the ruling hive on the planet Geonosis during the final decades of the Galactic Republic.*
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Post by Marcos, LE-9615 on Apr 24, 2013 12:15:36 GMT -8
Marcos was having what was probably the best time of his life up to this point. He had spent nearly his entire life on this one planet. Up until this point he had considered the higher levels of the massive underground cities to be rather boring. The farther down you went however, the more interesting things got. Once you got down to the levels where more of the glow-pannels had long since burned out than were still burning was where the most interesting parts of the planet where. Down there gangs ruled the tunnels, swoop gangs populating the large access tunnels & good, old-fashioned foot pounders everywhere else. Down there you could get into a good fight just by looking at someone the right way.
For the past few months however, the upper levels had gotten far more interesting. The gangs from below had pushed their way up, & all the little cowards on the surface had been a lot more lively. Right now, Marcos was walking down what had been a shopping tunnel. Nothing was open right now, but that probably had to do with the fact that last night most of them had gotten looted in the party that passed along this way. Just the memory of that party sent little shivers of fun down him spine. He must have brained half a dozen people last night, & he couldn't wait until the next one popped up. The fact that planetary security hadn't shown up was disappointing, however. During the few, they had been at every one & would also fun to dance with. Lately however, he had been seeing fewer & fewer of them.
The sounds of a party forming up ahead drifted into his ears, & he smiled. With the familiar weight of his mace pulling against his back, he knew that he was ready to go & join in on the fun
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Post by Deleted on May 7, 2013 12:06:28 GMT -8
As the tanks slowly make their way into the Hive, the population reaches a frenzy of activity. The improvised explosives had little effect against the steady push of the tank column. The blasts however had a negative effect on several unlucky Operatives that were caught too close. There were no deaths, however due to the armour of the Operatives & the medkits that each squad carried. Those caught in the blasts, as well as a few additional Operatives to tend them, would not be taking part in the upcoming battle, & barricaded themselves in one of the many creches in the area.
Not counting the medkits, the Operatives had only been issued stun grenades as their battle kit. In addition, their sonic blasters had been dialed down to the point that they would function more as stun weapons than their normal lethal level.
Other than the Arcades & the Trunk Line, there was no way to travel from one hive to the next. This meant that a hive could be easily cut off from the others will little effort. Added to that fact that as a safety precaution, this Hive wasn't connected to the Trunk Line & you get a simple battle plan.
The tanks move in & secure every entrance & exit to the hive, as well as the primary rotundas. Then the Operatives move from one section of the city to the next, securing each & locking it down before moving to the next.
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Post by Corr on May 24, 2013 12:07:57 GMT -8
Same time as the Mando attack on Yavin IV...
The Skipray blastboat drifted into the cave-like hangar bay of the hive, cruising forward on repulsors to settle gently on its hardstand. Steam vented from the sleek craft as it cooled from its atmospheric entry, hull popping here and there, The ramp lowered with a dull grate, the lip settling onto the rocky floor with a light clang. Footstep could be heard as an armoured figure appeared, striding down the ramp to, face obscured by the distinctive T-Shaped visor of the Mandalorians.
Maraak stopped at the bottom of the ramp to glance around the area, the enhanced vision from his visor leaving no detail unseen. The hangar was vast but not surprisingly so. He had seen far bigger in his extensive travels. This one had the barbaric appearance of the rest of the planet, a bare, rocky orb that he knew his superior technological prowess in the vaults below where he now stood. His slow scan of the area revealed nothing in the way of a welcome, just a few vode, as well as their insectoid minions, going about their business, refueling and repairing ships of various design. Maraak had advised the pilot and navigator to remain on the ship, not wanting them looking over his shoulder while he sought his objective, preferring to keep his activities clandestine even to his own Clan.
Spying a nearby cargo crate he made his way over and sat, content to await a welcome rather than go wandering off through the maze of catacombs that made up the hive.
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2013 10:25:50 GMT -8
Same time as the Mando attack on Yavin IV...
Within ten minutes a rather harried looking man hurries toward the sitting newcomer. The man's armour is heavily scarred & dirtied. The man also looked like he hadn't bathed in far too long. The man's armour also looked like it should have a helmet, but it was nowhere in sight.
-SWAT leader
You! You are the one that just landed right? Please tell me that more reinforcements are right behind you.
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Post by Corr on May 31, 2013 12:50:53 GMT -8
The black-armoured figure turned its nondescript helmet to take in the disheveled man stood before him, pausing a few agonisingly slow heartbeat as he appraised the soldier. Finally, after what seemed like a lifetime, a languid voise issued from the helmets speaker.
I'm not in the habit of leading task forces these days, ner tat...
The helmet tilted to the left slightly, conveying a curious demeanor.
What's the situation here?
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2013 13:09:31 GMT -8
For a long moment the man looked almost ready to give up, before he settled down into a kind of determined resignation.
-SWAT leader
The whole blasted planet has gone to hell, that is our situation. The swoop gangs use to only haunt the lowest storehouses & trunk-line tunnels, but over the last week they've surged upward. At first it wasn't too bad, the gangs were vicious but not very numerous. However, everywhere they gained a solid foothold, the natives went wild. Open rioting spread like wildfire, the gangs used that to spread out farther, & it all started over. The local security forces got spread too thin trying to stop the rioting. I've lost most of my men to gang attacks while they where trying to settle the locals down. There might be other stations with people still active in them, but all the lines have been cut. I can't contact any of the other hives, let along orbit. We got a call out to the archduke, but after the confirmation, we lost the connection. That was about a week ago, & we still haven't heard anything new.
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Post by Corr on May 31, 2013 13:38:46 GMT -8
Marak listened to the mans diatribe with stoic patience, barely moving as the man gave him a sitrep. In fact, it seemed as if there was nothing perched on the cargo crate but a suit of beskar as it seemed that nothing living could remain that still. Again the silence. Again the seconds ticked by. Didn't I just leave this party, Maraak thought to himself as he finally move, rising to his feet and jerking a thumb over his shoulder.
I have a holocom on my ship. I need to contact your boss and pick up a comm code.
His head whipped around as an explosion erupted somewhere in the hive. The racket was followed by the sound of blaster fire and panicked shouts. He sighed and squared his shoulders as he cursed his ill fortune at always getting caught up in domestic affairs. The shouts grew louder and Geonosians were now fleeing this way and that, some streaming towards them with mad eyes and grim intent.
He started backing up towards the ramp of the Blastboat, blaster seeming to spring into his hand.
Looks like the locals are branching out. Are these bugs gonna cause me trouble or is it whats pursuing them that I need to worry about?
He felt rather than heard or saw the blaster cannons on the ship swivel to cover them, the pilot obviously aware of what was going on. He'd only give the order to fire should the trooper give the okay, not wanting to piss into the Admirals pool and all that...
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Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2013 12:02:16 GMT -8
The man seemed glad that there was an active comm system in the ship, but it wouldn't do them much good in the short run.
-SWAT leader
That's not going to happen, at least one of the jamming stations was activated & is still up. You would have to locate & bring it down before you could contact anyone.
The SWAT leader twitches as the improvised rocket explodes against the bulkhead around the compound.
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The bugs are the main problem right now, the gangs are just riling them up & sending them into a blood-frenzy. So far the gangs haven't been able to breach the bulkhead, but the bugs can crawl right over it. An extra gun would help me out a fair bit.
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Post by Corr on Jun 2, 2013 13:04:45 GMT -8
Maraak grunted noncommittally as he continued to back up towards the ramp of his ship, eyeing the approaching Geonosians warily. The bug-like beings didn't appear to be approaching with hostile intent towards them specifically but seemed to be fixating on something over the two retreating men's shoulders. It was obviously the ship they were intent on and Maraaks face turned grim as he send a blaster bolt sizzling i to the ground in front of the approaching mob.
We could always blast off and contact the Admrial from orbit...
His voice issued from his helmet but lacked conviction. The need for a helping hand, evident in the troopers voice, made Maraak sigh as his conscience pointed out that the Admiral was more than an ally. The old man was Corr's fiend. A lifelong friend and ally of Cassus too. It would be remiss of Maraak not to do what he could for the Or'dinii clan in a time of need.
With a final dip of the head, deciding with himself to do what he could here, Maraak stopped his back-peddling and tore his Beskad from its sheath with his left hand, flourishing the blade towards the group of chittering beings and making them pause in their advance.
Perhaps we can do something about these jamming stations and call in some support for you and your boys?
He flicked a glance over his shoulder and activated the comm channel to the ship.
Clear us a path and get out here you two. Change of plans.
He heard a faint double click a split second before two crimson bolts of energy erupted in the midst of the Geanosians, scattering them in all directions. Legs, wings, arms... all were scattered as the Vhett's scored first blood in a conflict that they probably should have stayed out of.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 3, 2013 3:36:01 GMT -8
Within a few moments, the entire area was a confusing mass of fighting SWAT officers & geonosian drones. The SWAT officers had the advantage in both training & gear, but the sheer number of the individually-weak drones meant that the periodic sounds of one of the SWAT officers being dragged down & literally torn apart rose about the din of battle on a somewhat regular basis. Only five or so minutes after the first attack, the drones began to scatter & retreat, having lost whatever was driving them forward.
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Post by Non-Com Or'dinii on Jun 6, 2013 13:21:16 GMT -8
One week after the Mando attack on Yavin IV...
A YZ-900 descends into one of the Stalgasin hive's many docking bays, it's ventral turret laying down suppressing fire, as it's arrival is noticed and responded to with a small horde of drones. The dual laser cannons make short work of the horde, as it squeezed through the main doors onto the landing pads. Once things had settled down outside the ship, it's boarding ramp dropped and spewed forth two fire squads, and one mando'ade. The nine men spread out and jog across the duracrete floor, and into one of the side doors. NCO wasn't sure where exactly he'd find Marcos, but he figured the man wouldn't be far from a good fight. So NCO and the two fire squads move cautiously, but quickly through the tunnels, moving towards sounds of conflict, and greeting any resistance they met with a hail of sonic rounds and a stream or two of fire if the hostiles got too close, always keeping a eye out for Marcos but never stopping in any one place for any longer than they had too.
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Post by Marcos, LE-9615 on Jun 7, 2013 7:34:54 GMT -8
Week 3 of the Revolt, Week after the Mando attack on Yavin 4 started
Joy. Pure & simple. There was no other way to describe the feelings running through himself. True, he had several injuries. True, he was covered in bug guts & other gore. He was also laughing as his massive club swung back & forth in front of him. His blaster rifle had vanished at some point, either stolen or dropped. That didn't really bother him too much though as he always managed to get his hands back on it eventually. Most of the bugs only had their claws with which to fight, but now a new sound entered the battle. The staccato THUDTHUD of sonic blasters made themselves know. It was also getting closer to the arcade that he was in now. This would be interesting.
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Post by Non-Com Or'dinii on Jun 17, 2013 10:23:09 GMT -8
One week after the Mando attack on Yavin IV...
NCO and the two fire squads move into a small arcade full of swarming bugs, and three wrist flamers sweep the area in front of the group as the bugs swarm towards it, burning most of the first few bugs and temporarily stalling the horde with the primal fear of fire. Six sonic blasters send forth a ragged stream of sonic energy into the swarm which quickly presses forward once more. Movement on the far side of the arcade briefly caught NCO's eye, but he couldn't see much through the swarm of bugs and returned his focus tot he fight at hand, flipping his carbine around to beat down a bug with its sturdy stock, before shooting two more bugs as they closed with the group. Again flames arced before the group cooking several more bugs, once more temporarily halting the flood of bugs. Suddenly the bugs began moving again, but this time they were fleeing, instead of assaulting mindlessly. The group conserved ammo and let these bugs go, while NCO looked to the source of his earlier distraction. Across the arcade, covered in blood and gore, stood the unmistakable figure of Marcos Or'dinii, grinning with pleasure as blood lust coursed through his veins.
Marcos Or'dinii! If you're not busy at the moment I'd like a word with you vod.
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Post by Marcos, LE-9615 on Jun 18, 2013 8:33:10 GMT -8
As the bugs began to flee once again, I look up & see a rather amusing sight. Outsiders. The one in charge was a little runt of a being. I didn't know its species, but it wasn't human or near-human. It also had ten, large, heavily-armoured guards proving exactly how weak the little runt was. It also apparently wanted to talk. Well, at least its voice proved it was male ... or a really ugly sounding female.
-Marcos
What do you want, runt?
I begin walking closer toward the group. Even with the guards, I felt good about the chances for a fight once I closed enough to grab the little runt.
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Post by Corr on Jun 18, 2013 10:19:11 GMT -8
One week after Yavin. Elsewhere in the hive....
Maraak crouched down as blaster fire exploded into the wall where his head had been, scattering the strange secretion that made up the structure of the hive in all directions, raining it down upon his armoured head. The deafening crack of a retort from Garma's repeated sang out as the other Mando silenced their antagonist in time-honoured Mando fashion with a bolt to the face. Freya dropped to one knee besides him holding up a hand-held scanner indicating that their destination was several meters further down this dungeon of a sub-level, their goal hiding behind several angry gang members and twice that many Geonosian fanatics. Whether the Geonosians were actually working with the swoop gangs or were just riled up by all the chaos Maraak had never really found out, having been too busy fighting the Or'dinii war for them...
It had been several days since he had made planet fall, here only to retrieve a comm code from the Admiral and contact the leader of the Second Imperium. Of course things hadn't worked out that way, as he soon discovered that he was under a jamming blanket, unable to get a call to the head of Clan Or'dinii or even find out the old mans location. A stab of duty, probably misguided, to Corr's allies had prompted him to stay and lend a had to the struggling militia, adding blaster and expertise to the cause. Freya and Garma, in the dark as to his true purpose here, had came as part of the deal, placed under his charge by Cayne Tristan, Admiral of the Concordian home fleet, just before he'd left Concord Dawn. Both had gone about their duties with the usual stoicism of Clan Vhett commando's, calmly following orders and tearing a bloody swath of destruction through the rebellious Geonosians and the criminal Gangs.
Most of the several days had been spent locating and disabling the jamming beacons, the last of which now within reach somewhere in the warrens of the Hive, deep underground in the murky depths of the rocky planet.
He pulled his helmet off and swiped the sweat from his forehead, trying to preempt it from getting in his eyes. He failed...
"Haar'chak! Ni darsharade naysol ruug'la par ibic osik..."
He growled out the words as he stood again, watching as the half-dozen men and women of the Hives SWAT team rushed forward to set up positions on this side of the barricade they had just take. Freya deftly slipped her datapad back wherever it belinged and stepped forward to look around the corner while Garma loomed over him to his right, six-foot-plus of beskar and muscle killing machine calmly checking the charge on his blaster.
Maraak scowled up at the younger man, lamenting the fact that he was younger, fitter and handsomer.
I didn't think I'd get away with "Handsomer" as a word but google says yes. \o/
There was a click over the comm, at least Maraak assumed so due to the fact that both Freya and Garma lurched around the corner to join with the SWAT team in assaulting the swoop gangs lines. This was a more heavily defended position than the rest had been the losses of the other beacons making the defense of this one a priority. Usually the swoop gangs had faded into the background, but not before stirring up trouble with the local insects. Like poking a termite hive with a stick, the gangers fired the Geonosians up and left them to cause trouble for the Or'dinii forces. Maraak had to admire the swoop gang their tactics. It was clever to use assets to do your fighting for you and it showed a remarkable grasp of tactics for such a usually degenerate organisation. He wondered again who the mastermind behind the swoop gangs occupation was, having become more and more sure over the past five days that someone with military training must be pulling the strings.
He made his way forward but the action was over by the time he came into sight of the last jamming beacon. Looking around, helmet still clutched in his left hand, blaster pistil in right, he did a head count and sighed. Three of the six SWAT team members had fallen, another three souls to add to the impressive tally of those he had lost under his command. There was no doubt in anyone's mind who led these party's, no matter how much Maraak had refused to take official command. It had been his tactic to surgically strike directly at each jamming beacon and then fade back into the vents and ducts to travel to the next target, their single minded attacks bowling over any opposition. The swoop gangs were not used to stand up fights and holding a position was something so alien to them that Maraak and his allies had often conquered their objective without loss.
He looked around and spotted Freya and Garma looking at him across the room, visors displaying not the slightest bit of emotion but somehow portraying their respect for him. He'd had to earn it. These two Ori'ramikade had the same soldiers disdain for spies and black ops figures such as himself. He was looked upon with distrust wherever he went and it sometimes ground his gears the ignorance of the frontline troopers as to what he did for them. Still, Corr had warned him that this would be the case when he'd asked Maraak to take on this role, five years ago now. Mereel and Tray'sha were often the first on the front line but for Maraak there was no line. He was thrust into the enemy with nothing but his wits to achieve ends that would facilitate the advance of the conventional army, fleet or insurgents. It was him that made such acions posible in the murky atmospheres and politics of today's galactic entities.
He reigned in his trail of though, the onslaught of "poor me's" not very helpful at this time, and looked at the device they had come to disable. Nodding once to the sergeant leading the SWAT team he calmly observed as the man disabled the beacon and planted a small explosive device on it.
Making his way over to Freya and Garma he put his helmet back on and activated his comm on an open channel.
This is Maraak of Clan Vhett calling any Clan Or'dinii commanders. Ni copaani din'kartay, jiila!
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Post by Deleted on Jun 18, 2013 10:51:49 GMT -8
The reply was nearly immediate.
Copy that, Clan Vhett. This is the tactical director for retaking this hive. I assume that I have you to thank for braking the jamming?
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Post by Non-Com Or'dinii on Jun 18, 2013 11:16:33 GMT -8
As the bugs began to flee once again, I look up & see a rather amusing sight. Outsiders. The one in charge was a little runt of a being. I didn't know its species, but it wasn't human or near-human. It also had ten, large, heavily-armoured guards proving exactly how weak the little runt was. It also apparently wanted to talk. Well, at least its voice proved it was male ... or a really ugly sounding female.-Marcos What do you want, runt?I begin walking closer toward the group. Even with the guards, I felt good about the chances for a fight once I closed enough to grab the little runt. |
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Post by Marcos, LE-9615 on Jun 18, 2013 11:43:03 GMT -8
I throw back my head & let out a massive laugh. This little one have guts if nothing else. I reach out & grab the offered arm. He had taken off his helmet, but I still didn't recognize the species.
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All right then, runt. I'll go with you to see the old man. But if you try anything funny, I'll make a hat out of your ears.
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Post by Non-Com Or'dinii on Jun 18, 2013 11:58:44 GMT -8
I snort at his remark, and respond in kind, grinning as I turn and begin to head back the way we'd come.
Don't get snarky with me kid, we both know your head's to big for even my ears to cover. Com'on lets get moving before we have to waste more ammunition.
One of the squads moves back up the tunnel leading the way to the surface, while the other falls in behind the two Or'dinii they were escorting. They reached the surface with little difficulty, as the local commander mopped up what was left of teh local resistance.
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