Spartan-777
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Post by Spartan-777 on Nov 29, 2009 16:45:47 GMT -5
"Oh....", Vic mumbled to himself as he stepped off the lift. He cautiously stepped around the fallen soldiers. He paused to recover their ID tabs and logged them among the casualties, then stood to follow Raptor. "The sooner we get off this thing, the better..."
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Post by Danny on Nov 29, 2009 17:33:43 GMT -5
"No sir, I can walk on my own. Just a bump on the head, that's all," Baz replied, receiving an approving nod from his men. Duchess took up his DC-15 and looked down the hall ahead, "I'll take point," "Roger that, Droids are probably inbound if they're not here already. Commander, can we move out?" Baz asked.
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Post by Mitchell Edwin Johnson on Nov 30, 2009 17:40:58 GMT -5
Garrus stood up after Baz and nodded in approval. "That's what I like to hear, trooper." he said. He then turned to Duchess, "Got it," he turned to Lore and Baz, "You two, cover him on both sides and give a quick sweep to every open door we pass by. Swamp and I will cover your rear." Garrus ordered, aiming is DC-15E.
"Let's move out, troopers!"
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Post by Ares on Nov 30, 2009 22:45:38 GMT -5
Raptor shook his head... that had been unnerving, to say the least. The clone trooper tossed his helmet to himself as he walked through the remains of the hanger- most of the front ship had, after all, been blown off in orbit. They were left with only a few dozen meters of space that could even hold a vehicle. The crazy jet trooper immediately saw the intact vehicles... A Jedi Starfighter, painted vibrant green and pearly white; one ARC-170, although one of the engines looked rather seriously damaged; an AT-RT; and finally, a slightly damaged AT-OT- yes!!! The open-topped transport's last left leg, the fourth, looked somewhat harmed, but fixable. Raptor cheered, and spoke into his comm quickly. "We've got an AT-OT, as well as an AT-RT! Everyone get over here so we can get these birds squawking..." The bleached-haired Jet Trooper grinned, exuberant that they had a means of getting away quicker than just walking or using the one jump-jet on his back... ------------------------ Xiann looked up. Shadows shrouded the room she was in, and her hooded visage glared around her. She was standing in the middle of the room, in the middle of a shaft of light coming in from the tiny window about ten feet in front of her. After several seconds, the young woman pulled her hood down- beneath it were a pair of golden eyes, quite piercing, too, and a deep yellow face with burnt orange highlights. Her eyeshadow was turquoise, as were her lips. A shadow-colored headress adorned her head, and her long yellow lekku writhed behind her. They were each decorated with three lekku rings, and their tips were a deep orange. The Twi'lek cast off her cloak, revealing her full form. Xiann was in incredible shape- a lithe assassin who was obviously not some complacent, ordinary citizen. Her outfit was very small- a miniscule top, arm coverings, a bikini-type bottom, and thigh-high boots... all turqoise with bronze-gold markings. Three Shuriken and a dagger sat upon the three belt-like extensions on the right side of her waist, and she made herself relax. Within a few seconds, a being entered the dimly-lit room, and she heard him sit behind the desk in front of the window, his back to the small opening that let the dagger of sunlight in. Xiann saw his profile, the shape of his head surrounded by a corona of light. The man spoke. "Xiann... you have a mission." The Twi'lek young woman nodded, and replied, "Who do I kill?" The human growled, "The clone troopers who survived the crash of their Venator in the swamps. Take two of the Seperatist's MagnaGuards with you... if you wish, you can bring along several others of the Order." Xiann bowed to the Master. "Of course. I will do the Will, Master..." The golden-eyed Twi'lek left the dark room, and descended the glass-walled turbolift to the Main Sanctum. Cultists of all races and genders stood, meditated, and conversed- each armed with a different melee weapon. Ninety-two Cultists made up the Order, and each was about half the skill of a Jedi Knight- ones like Xiann, who had risen quickly, were on par with a Knight. The Master... he seemed invincible. No one had ever beaten the shadowy human. And it was doubtful anyone ever would. The yellow-skinned assassin donned a new body covering- what looked like a teal wrap, somewhat like a long scarf that she wrapped around her body, and walked to the hangar bay- the tower that the Order inhabited was quite tall, and the vehicle bay was higher up than most of the city's buildings. Xiann took some goggles from a table, looked at her blades, and attatched a sheer turquoise face-covering ((think an arabic woman's nose and mouth cover)) that shrouded her mouth and nose to her headress, and pulled the goggles over her eyes. Xiann looked once at the Daggerpoint, her squid-like starfighter... She would depart soon to kill those Republic dogs. She just had to wait for the stupid MagnaGuards to come to her.... (((Cue for anyone else's Cultists to come in and go with her to attack. )))
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Nov 30, 2009 23:32:28 GMT -5
"I am coming with you" said Amy to the Twi'lek. She readjusted herself so all her weapons were in a comfortable position. *** "tower in site" murmered a Magnaguard to his partner. "I can see genius" said the other one as he smacked his companion on the head. "ouch" yelled the droid as he glared at his companion. He was about to smack his companion when a force took over him. "JUST GET TO THE TOWER NUMBSKULLS..I SWEAR YOUR JUST AS BAD AS B-1s" said The Brain as he took control of the droids. "sorry master" murmered the droids. (OOC as you can tell this droids came off the line a little too early)
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Post by Danny on Dec 1, 2009 6:15:54 GMT -5
"Got it," Baz replied, then turning to Lore and Duchess and giving them the nod. Duchess took up his rifle and began moving down the hall, Lore and Baz followed covering his flanks. "You heard from Valiant?" Baz whispered. "Negative," Lore replied, peeking into an open doorway. "Chief, Prince, Arcade, Hornet? Anyone?" Duchess added from up the hall. "Cut the chatter," Baz immediatly ordered, "But no, no one," "Damn, do you think we're it?" Lore asked, "are we all that's left?" "Suck it up, Marine," Baz snapped, detecting the fear and sorrow in his voice, "They're dead, end of story," he added with a whisper, "Now move up."
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Post by Mitchell Edwin Johnson on Dec 1, 2009 11:13:43 GMT -5
Garrus activated his comm. "That's good to hear, Trooper. Warm it up for us. ETA about seven minutes." he whispered.
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Post by Ares on Dec 1, 2009 13:52:22 GMT -5
Raptor responded, "Aye aye, Captain... The All-Terrain Open Transport, the most beautiful ship of the swamps, will be warm and running by the time you come to the bow..."
After his jesting speech, the crazy-looking clone ran to the AT-OT... and the bay door on this side was sealed- a malfunctioning locking mechanism. Raptor cursed violently, and instead of checking the other side, simply activated his jump jets, flying onto the open top. He ran to the controls, and the clone put his helmet down on the hologram table, then attempted to unlock the door- after several tries, it finally creaked open. Raptor dashed to the side, grinning down at Vic. "Vicky- come on up! I need help with this, because I suck at driving vehicles..."
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Xiann looked up. Before her stood a female human Assassin of her Order. The golden-skinned Twi'lek nodded. "Good," she said. "You know the mission- eliminate the Republic Forces... hopefully they'll be more of a challenge than those pathetic MagnaGuards." Xiann pointed to the Speeder Bikes. "These are what we'll use to get there. We'll make an attack run with the Speeders' weapons and flee. We'll leave the clones alone for a little bit, then attack... up close and personal. Ah! There're the clankers..."
The Twi'lek cultist looked over Amy's sholder, and at the pair of metal assassins. They each had an Electrostaff- one also wielded a toxic mortar launcher, whereas the other had a full rocket launcher on its back... so much for subtlety. Xiann growled, "Come on. We're going," to the droids, and mounted her BARC speeder. The Twi'lek pulled her goggles down over her eyes, adjusted her face shroud and body scarf, and gunned the engines...
It was time to kill.
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Dec 1, 2009 16:48:36 GMT -5
Amy nodded and hopped onto a speeder bike.
"very well "replyed the droids. "We have linked up with the assassins and they have given us the go ahead permission to proceed" asked a magna guard. "GRANTED..PRIMARY OBJECTIVE CHANGED FROM LOCATE THE ASSASSINS TO WIPE OUT ANY REPUBLIC RESISTENCE AND PLACE A BEACON ON THE SHIP SO THE B-1's WILL BE READY FOR THEIR OWN OBJECTIVE...ALL PROGRAMS UNLOCKED". The droids mounted up on their provided speeders.
((OOC I will have my B-1 horde attack and force the clones to leave the ship (due to it getting attacked by exploding speeder bikes) after this battle))
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Spartan-777
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Post by Spartan-777 on Dec 1, 2009 16:54:26 GMT -5
Vic grinned at the transport. "Oo-rah", he muttered to himself. He rather enjoyed the armored walkers. It was no AT-AT, but it would make traversing the jungle that much easier. He heaved himself up over the side and quickly began warming up the walker. "Hey uh, see if you can find a couple E-Webs. We could use the extra firepower". (and yes, there were early models of the AT-AT during the Clone Wars. )
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Post by Ares on Dec 1, 2009 21:27:06 GMT -5
{{OOC/ The swamp isn't tropical- it's rainy and kinda chilly. More of a fen than anything, really. }} Raptor picked up his helmet from the holoprojector on the holotable, and tossed it in the air to himself. "Sure thing, Vicky. Those things are always useful." The jet trooper began humming Lapti Nek to himself again as he danced slightly to the tune- the clone searched while he did so. After several minutes, he grunted, and hefted an E-Web out of a floor compartment. The crazy-looking and -acting jet trooper looked into the compartment, a grin on his face. "We got ourselves a little cache, here! We have six!" ----------------------- Xiann's BARC sped in the lead as the two Assassins and the two MagnaGuards sped out of the city. She now no longer saw any buildings- forests covered the ground below, and the shrouded Twi'lek woman didn't pay attention to the beautiful landscape below and around her. She sped closer to the swamps, and rain began to fall- they were driving towards the sprinkling rain of the swamp. Soon, a pillar of smoke became visible, and her golden eyes soon located the crashed Venator far off in the distance. Xiann gunned the engines, trying to boost her already ridiculously fast speed. They had to get there fast, and kill the Galactic Republic's troops....
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Post by Mitchell Edwin Johnson on Dec 2, 2009 11:10:03 GMT -5
((Garrus is so gonna hit on the Twi' lek!))
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Post by Mitchell Edwin Johnson on Dec 2, 2009 11:22:40 GMT -5
The squad had finnally regrouped with Vic and Raptor. "Alright, grab what you can and hop on!" he ordered as he jumped onto the AT-OT. "Who's manning the helm?"
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Dec 2, 2009 16:02:57 GMT -5
Swamp began gathering up supplies from his dead brothers throughout the hanger. He placed Rocket Launchers, thermal detonators, ammunition, uneated ration packs and a variety of other items into the AT-OT. He hopped in.
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Post by Spartan-777 on Dec 2, 2009 16:57:05 GMT -5
Sgt. Vic waved back at the squad leader. "I would say 'The one and only', but I'd be lying. Is that everyone?" He flipped a series of switches and heard the satisfying whir of electronics as control panels winked to life.
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