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I-poodoo Registered: May '01	Date Posted: 11/29/07 10:05pm Subject: RE: Falling into Dark Times: Order 66 and beyond
	I'm not picky about the CS format really as long as enough info is there to aid the other players when interacting with your character. One more to add GM approved Welcome Radiance Name: Alpha-101 (Bes'uliik)- Bes Age: 29 Species:Human Clone Gender: Male Appearance: (See clone troopers) Allegiance: GAR Weapons: 2 DC-17 pistols, standard ARC trooper gear. Bio: Like all clone troopers, 101 was born in a glass tube. His early life was one of constant violence. Training to be a clone trooper for the GAR. Though he started accelinig at all skills faster than most of his brethren. He was selected for the ARC program early on and continued to grow in his skills. He quickly was recognized as one who stood out in conflicts and got promoted to the rank of Captain. He now wields his duel DC-17 blaster pistols like most combat captains and wears his white and red striped armor with pride. He faught his way through most of the war so far and was recently transfered to a new battalion under a new Jedi General, replacing a fellow ARC captain who had fallen in battle. 101 is a strong leader and makes sound judgements but is somewhat wild when it comes to battle itself. He is a compitent squad captain but is most efficient working directly under the generals he serves on private, one man missions. He is now waiting for assignment. -----signature----- "It is the actions of a man that defines him not his intentions."-yours truly "Though battles have been lost, the Alliance still lives. We have not surrendered. We do not concede the stars. We will win back our birthright. Freedom." -Jaius Yorub
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guitarfrk786 Registered: Nov '07	Date Posted: 11/30/07 2:28pm Subject: RE: Falling into Dark Times: Order 66 and beyond
	Okay sending in my CS. -----signature----- Be Yourself, everyone else is taken. When life gives you lemons...Throw 'em back!
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I-poodoo Registered: May '01	Date Posted: 11/30/07 7:24pm Subject: RE: Falling into Dark Times: Order 66 and beyond
	I have some bad news I've reached the limit of Jedi who survive after order 66. So anyone who still wants to play a Jedi in this will have to be willing to take the bullet when the time comes. One more note: I'll begin the game tomorrow, but will leave Clones and Seperatists still open for anyone who wants to participate in the RPG. GM approved Welcome –Remi- Name: Remi Nagori Age: 28 Species: Corellian(human) Gender: Male Allegiance: The old jedi order Current Rank: Jedi master Weapons: Light-saber Other Equipment: Hand held comlink Appearance: ---Skin Color: white ---Hair Color: Dark brown ---Eye Color: A hazy dull blue ---Clothing: Jedi garb Personality: ---Traits: Discerning, attentive, kind, and helpful. ---Likes: Coffee and people who can make him laugh. ---Dislikes: People who disrupt peace for their own selfish reasons, as well as people who cause unnecessary violence. ---Habits: Occasional, yet sometimes persistent laziness, slouching, yawning, sighing.......lol Biography: Remi was born on Corellia, back when smuggling routs were dominated by anyone legitimate...Or not at all. His parents, from what he was told, were a pair of smugglers who had transported numerous documents and weapons that ended up getting confiscated by the neighboring police states that governed near their smuggling routes. Facing imprisonment, the two tried to run their way out. But at this point in time, Remi's mother was nearly nine months pregnant with Remi himself. This meant that she had to birth him on a huge corellian gunship, hovering over Corellia in fact. So you might say he was born on Corellia...After Remi was born, his mother and father ended up going to prison for violating several trade route laws. As for Remi? He was given over to a couple who happened to own a huge stock on a particular shipping company, one in which had sold service droids of various kinds. But they did not have the baby for long, as they had been attacked by a ship full of pirates. His new parents, whom barely had Remi for scarcely a year, were going out to check on the factories that produced what they were making a fortune out of. The ship they were in had crashed and drilled in to an unknown planet, due to the constant barrage of laser cannon fire from the small skirmish amount of pirated ships that new of their plans strangely ahead of time. Through the wreckage, the only person who had survived, apart from Remi himself, was the head pilot of the yacht. The man spent nearly eight weeks taking care of the infant before the beacon he had working worked its magic. The people who had followed the beacon's radio signature and plea for help was a tracking team led by a jedi named Daichi. He stared at the infant for the first time as he walked cautiously out of the scout ship, towards the camp that the pilot had made for himself, and the baby. He just stood there, hovering over the baby as if it was something of an oddity. His cloak was wrapped over his whole body, including his head, concealing his face considerably. He smiled at Remi, and picked him up, realizing the child's fluidity with the force. The baby was practically infusing the force inside and out through him. The jedi master then stared at the heavily clouded, yet brightly lit sky. He smiled slightly and stared at the baby again, wondering what the future would hold for him as a jedi ...He named the baby Nagori, which was the word “reminiscent” from an alien tongue long forgotten..he named the baby so because it had made the jedi master reminisce on his past......But perhaps maybe, it was the force influencing things through this baby...Something the jedi thought at that time, nearly 28 years ago. Remi now spends his days, a jedi master, out on the battlefront, hoping that with each republic victory, a small amount of peace can be afforded to innocents plagued by what the clone wars are wreaking GM approved Welcome Marna-Veign Name: Gyeren Feli Age: 20 Species: Sorrusian Gender: female Appearance: 5 ft 6 in, about 130 lbs, brown hair/eyes, slightly tan skin. Allegiance: Jedi Weapons: Amber single bladed lightsaber Bio: Gyeren was raised in the Jedi Temple all her life. At 12, she was selected to be the apprentice of the Jedi Knight Marna Veign. She and Marna went on several missions together before the Clone Wars began. Marna feels Gyeren is ready for the trials, but the Clone Wars is making it so the council is too occupied to advance Gyeren's rank to Jedi Knight. As a Sorrusian, Gyeren is able to squeeze through nearly any opening of any size, which has come in handy on missions with Marna. -----signature----- "It is the actions of a man that defines him not his intentions."-yours truly "Though battles have been lost, the Alliance still lives. We have not surrendered. We do not concede the stars. We will win back our birthright. Freedom." -Jaius Yorub
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Marna_Veign Registered: Jan '02	Date Posted: 11/30/07 8:01pm Subject: RE: Falling into Dark Times: Order 66 and beyond
	I look forward to the game begining. Glad to be officially on board now. -----signature----- Kids sure grow fast. My first baby turns 7 in April. My second one turns 4 in May. And my new baby girl has her first birthday in August. How do they get so big so fast?
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I-poodoo Registered: May '01	Date Posted: 12/1/07 2:23pm Subject: RE: Falling into Dark Times: Order 66 and beyond
	GM approved Welcome Guitarfrk786 Name: Logan Copass Age: 14 Species: Human Gender: Male Appearance: Tanned skin, long, dark brown hair, black jedi robes Allegiance: Jedi Weapons: One double bladed purple lightsaber Bio: Born on the planet of Alderaan in a poor family. After a Jedi Master was passing through the ghetto, he sensed a the Force in Logan. Since his parents couldn't afford to have him, Logan was sent off to the Jedi Academy to be trained. He is only a padawan, but is working his way up to the best -----signature----- "It is the actions of a man that defines him not his intentions."-yours truly "Though battles have been lost, the Alliance still lives. We have not surrendered. We do not concede the stars. We will win back our birthright. Freedom." -Jaius Yorub
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I-poodoo Registered: May '01	Date Posted: 12/1/07 2:39pm Subject: RE: Falling into Dark Times: Order 66 and beyond
	A few things before we start the game. I'd prefer it if we avoid confusion by color coding the IC lines in our posts: Blue for the Republic and later the Empire/ Red for the Seperatists/ Green for Jedi/ Gold for others But won't enforce it if your forget to do it. I will do so for my updates because there's so many that it'll be impossible for you to keep track of which side it is if I don't. And other than one or two that have given me a CS but haven't given me an answer yet on my questions once we start here I'll be accepting no more Jedi characters. I will still leave the Clones and Seperatists open in case someone still wants to join in. And now at long last the game begins. IC: Commander Bolo/ Republic Landing Zone/ Abaleshurr Plains Several Klicks West of Retann City: Gorost Bolo was the Clone Commander of the 438th Legion currently in operations there on Gorost. He had been there for almost three years now, and his legion-his brothers-had spent so much of their tragically shortened lifespan and their lives pushing the enemy back to their final bastion in Retann City. So he watched with growing satisfaction as the Acclamators set down and the great ramp to their cavernous holds lowered and a new legion of fresh reinforcements began to march down it onto the plains around the LZ. Laatc’s began deploying ATTE’s, Fightertanks, Behemoth assault tanks, troop transports, and heavy artillery guns. Above Gunships, Arc 170’s and V-wing Torrents flew in spreading patrol rings around the LZ. Soon now they’d be reinforced with enough fresh troops to make an assault on Retann city feasible once again. He activated the commlink in his helmet to the GAR frequency. “All unit commanders get your units in order and report in to me for deployment orders.” Tag: All Clones IC: Lt. General Rienb Raul/ Command center/ Deep within Retann City Rienb Raul was a short, fat Sullustan. He wasn’t much of a fighter, he could barely shoot a blaster straight even when his targets stood still. But he believed in the Seperatist cause with a fervor. Unlike everyone in the Republic he had kept track of everything going on in the Senate, and what he saw enraged him. The Republic was crumbling away gradually being replaced by an autocratic, oppressive regime that would conquer the whole galaxy if it were not stopped now. So he joined the Confederacy and risen up in its ranks to Lt. General by his two saving graces as a military commander. His relationship of being the only non-Gorosti the natives fully trusted and his blind, absolute loyalty to the Seperatist cause of freedom for all. He watched as the high-altitude probedroid showed the Republic task force setting down on the plains several kilometers West of Retann city and growled to Colonel Thavas beside him, “I told Greivous it was a bad idea to take all our ships for his oh so special secret attack on Coruscant. Now the Republic has landed reinforcements. Reinforcements we could’ve stopped if we still had our battleships in orbit.” On the other side of the holotable an insectoid creature only a meter tall moved its mandibles making complicated series of clicking sounds. The protocol droid beside her translated, “The Speaker for the Queens is alarmed by this news. She says you have promised to aid us in repelling the invaders. She wishes to remind you that many of her people have died in accomplishing that. So many, that the majority of their young cannot be cared for adequately and may starve to death with the rains fast approaching. And now the invaders bring more to enslave them once again. She wonders will this war ever be over.” Raul looked at the alien sympathetically, “I know you have suffered much, we all have in this war, but your freedom is worth it. You know I would gladly sacrifice everything I have, even my life before another of your people is placed under their yolk again, my friend.” The insectoid’s long antennae angled towards him and Raul reached out across the holograms of landing Acclamators above the table’s surface. His hand and her antennae met as was the customary gesture of friendship for the native Gorosti. The speaker continued clicking and the protocol droid translated, “The Speaker of the Queens says that you, Lt. General have taught them to believe it was possible to be free, and you have taught them to fight for that freedom. They will sing what you have done for their people for generations to come.” “Thank you, I am deeply flattered over that,” Raul said before turning his head back to Thavas. “You’re my military advisor, Colonel, should we try to attack them before these new arrivals get organized at their LZ?” Tag: Apadamek -----signature----- "It is the actions of a man that defines him not his intentions."-yours truly "Though battles have been lost, the Alliance still lives. We have not surrendered. We do not concede the stars. We will win back our birthright. Freedom." -Jaius Yorub
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I-poodoo Registered: May '01	Date Posted: 12/1/07 2:48pm Subject: RE: Falling into Dark Times: Order 66 and beyond
	IC: Jedi master T’Schula Karr/ Republic Landing Zone/ Abaleshurr Plains Several Klicks West of Retann City: Gorost Jedi Master T’Schula Karr was a Bith. In battle he was quick, lithe, graceful, and decisive, which was why the Council had placed him in command of operations on Gorost. Unlike most in the Jedi order he did not have second thoughts over their newfound role as Generals during a war. The Republic was civilization. It was a government founded on the principles of equality and democracy. True enough, its current ailments were deep and difficult but that was not enough to warrant shirking the member worlds’ duty to stay through it and work it back out as the Seperatists wanted. To do so courted anarchy and disaster. So, T’Schula Karr accepted being a general and fighting a war with little trepidation. He glanced at his fellow Jedi beside him. The Sorrusian padawan, Gyeren Feli, The Dug Jedi Knight, Teeboro, and the fellow master Remi Nagori. All of them had fought bravely and steadfastly. Each in their own way, they all made him proud to be a Jedi and to know them all as comrades seeking to safeguard civilization. Now the Jedi the Council had sent as reinforcements for them emerged out of the Acclamators and began to walk towards them. He stepped forward and spoke out to them as they approached, “Welcome to Gorost scenic spot of the Clone Wars, my friends.” Tag: Bobamatt, Marna-Veign, -Remi-…Heck all the Jedi. IC: Provisional President of Gorost in exile: Yvasqa Retann/ Republic Landing Zone/ Abaleshurr Plains Several Klicks West of Retann City: Gorost Yvasqa was a young woman only now reaching the flowering years of adulthood. She was tall and pretty though some would say she looked too severe to be beautiful. Yvasqa didn’t care what others thought. Her ancestor Muril Retann had been the leader of the settlers of this planet. He had taken in the grubby insectoid natives that had barely been above the prehistoric standard barely eking out a primitive livelihood. Muril Retann had given them shelter and a role in civilized society. They repaid that gift with laziness and increasing insolence for the following nine centuries. Then that Seperatist troublemaker Rienb Raul came to Gorost and roused the treacherous barbarians to revolt against them. She would never forget how those ungrateful monsters murdered her father before her. She and several of the people of Gorost escaped to Coruscant and returned with those incompetent Jedi and Clones. She had fought and killed the barbarians alongside them and saw just how inept they were. It shouldn’t have taken three years for a civilized army as well equipped as these Clones were to put those hideous butchers back in their rightful place. As the Acclamators landed she turned to regard her men. The Free Gorosti Army was a small pitiful ragtag unit compared to the numbers of Clones coming out of the ships, but they all knew how to fight these uncivilized monsters far better than any Jedi or Clone. The host of Antennae they kept as trophies attested to that. “I better get over there,” She told them, “The Jedi might forget to invite me to the planning session again.” With that she swung the heavy Mersonn blaster rifle over her back and began to make her way to the Jedi. Tag: No one in particular IC: Senator Bryshrorrysh/ Inside Republic Acclamator: Pride of Kuat/ Republic Landing Zone: Gorost Bryshrorrysh was a Wookie with blonde fur turning white as he was reaching old age. He had lived a long full life. In his youth he had hunted and lived off the land under the Wroshyr trees of Kashyyk until he found a mate and settled down as a settlement director with a treehouse and younglings underfoot. Now at the latter days of his life he had sought election to the Galactic Senate and became his peoples’ Senator on Coruscant, He had served with merit and was reelected several times. This was his final term in office though as age was catching up with him and wariness at being ignored by his peers in the Senate grew ever more pervasive. Slavery was against everything the Republic was supposed to stand for, and no matter how his peers wanted to spin it. What they had done by accepting this army of cloned was just that. They couldn’t leave the GAR, they couldn’t even get decent medical service if they were terribly wounded. As far as the Republic was concerned every clone soldier was nothing more than property-a biological battledroid. It saddened, enraged him, and made him pessimistic about the future. He looked down through the observation dome of the Acclamator as the Clones spread out from it. It had taken all his pull to get on the Logistics oversight subcommittee of the Senate, and once there he was appalled by the graft and below-advertised quality conditions involved in the supplying of their slave army. So he made a habit of touring the fronts and seeing for himself the conditions there. Still all was not just gloom and doom. Before he wrangled his way on this trip to Gorost senator Mon Mothma and Senator Organna approached him with a petition with close to two thousand senators that felt as he did about this terrible war. It asked for the Chancellor to return the powers he had taken stewardship over back to the Senate and pursue a negotiated peace with the Confederacy. Bryshrorrysh knew Palpatine to be a reasonable man and knew he would listen to it. He had to if this chaotic war were to ever end. He turned to the Senate Guard, Jaek Kerris, and rumbled as the translation droid he wore on the front of his dressvest repeated in basic, “Do you think they will allow us to disembark from this ship yet?” Tag: Browiw -----signature----- "It is the actions of a man that defines him not his intentions."-yours truly "Though battles have been lost, the Alliance still lives. We have not surrendered. We do not concede the stars. We will win back our birthright. Freedom." -Jaius Yorub
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I-poodoo Registered: May '01	Date Posted: 12/1/07 3:10pm Subject: RE: Falling into Dark Times: Order 66 and beyond
	It seems I missed someone. My apologies Dances with Blasters GM approved Welcome Dances With Blasters Name: Velia Donmack Age: 27 Gender: Female Species: Teevan Appearance: Silvery skin, silver eyes, black hair up in a bun, dark brown Jedi robes. Neat. Allegiance: Jedi Weapons: Violet Lightsaber Bio: Born on Teevan, the young Velia had dreams of being a dancer, but was found by the Jedi when she was almost five, whisked into a life of intense training. Despite her great flexibility, it was not combat that interested Velia as a teenager. She thought of becoming a diplomatic Jedi, but after seeing for herself the various horrible conditions beings in many parts of the galaxy lived under, despite political action, she began to believe other paths were also necessary. Strategic and careful, she was a credit to her master during the Clone Wars. Only recently Knighted, Velia is not yet certain what her future holds. -----signature----- "It is the actions of a man that defines him not his intentions."-yours truly "Though battles have been lost, the Alliance still lives. We have not surrendered. We do not concede the stars. We will win back our birthright. Freedom." -Jaius Yorub
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Marna_Veign Registered: Jan '02	Date Posted: 12/1/07 4:01pm Subject: RE: Falling into Dark Times: Order 66 and beyond
	Republic Landing Zone, Abaleshurr Plains Several Klicks West of Retann City: Gorost Gyeren disembarked from the ship that brought her to Gorost with the other Jedi. She was glad that the war had not gotten to this point before she was old enough to be on her own without Master Marna. She felt confident that she would be able to help with the situation on the planet. The Jedi in charge stepped forward and spoke out to Gyeren and the other Jedi as they approached him. "Welcome to Gorost scenic spot of the Clone Wars, my friends." He said to them. Gyeren wanted to get right to business. "Thank you." she said, not caring if she was talking out of turn. Hey, she was nearly a Jedi Knight anyway. "I'd like my assignment as soon as possible so I can get right to work." Tag - Jedi -----signature----- Kids sure grow fast. My first baby turns 7 in April. My second one turns 4 in May. And my new baby girl has her first birthday in August. How do they get so big so fast?
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DancesWithBlasters Registered: Jan '06	Date Posted: 12/1/07 4:31pm Subject: RE: Falling into Dark Times: Order 66 and beyond
	IC: Jedi Knight Velia Donmack/Republic Landing Zone/Abaleshurr Plains Several Klicks West of Retann City: Gorost Velia bowed slightly when Master Karr greeted the group of Jedi, but did not speak, content to let someone else begin. The first to speak was an eager padwan, requesting an assignment promptly. Velia glanced down, a tiny smile gracing her face. Just a few years ago that had been her. Only, had she jumped at an opportunity to get involved in this war? Velia was still torn in her convictions about leading armies. It was a position she had accepted, although until now, her work had mostly been with leading local people and evacuation mission, but still she was uncertain. For now, she did what the Republic deemed necessary, though it was true she had doubts about the decisions of the government and the Jedi Council. "There is much to be done," Velia said simply, her lips still turned up. "War is both work and tragedy." At that, her smile disappeared. It was a fact she knew all too well by now. Young though she still was, Velia had seen much. "Master, what exactly is our plan here?" TAG: I-poodoo, anyone -----signature----- "I want freedom for the full expression of my personality." - M. Ghandi Living with Legends and Creating History: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/25880483/p1/?0 Hidden Truths: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/25485040/p1/?44
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witchdoctor187 Registered: Aug '07	Date Posted: 12/1/07 4:54pm Subject: RE: Falling into Dark Times: Order 66 and beyond - Date Edited: 12/1/07 5:07pm (2 edits total) Edited By: witchdoctor187
	IC: Koda/ Serenity’s Aura/ Orbit above Gorost Koda sat on his bunk in the barracks of the serenity’s Aura, a Republic Accumulator ship. He still had his armor on, forgetting to take it off on his return. Only his helmet had been removed, revealing Koda’s face. He raised his hand and ran it through his short dark hair. He had gotten back only an hour ago from the mission that was assigned to him and his platoon of clone troopers. Their objective was to take out a CIS satellite post. The mission was a success but at a great cost. Koda reviewed the events from the mission that took place only a couple of hours ago. He was dropped into the Gorost forest with a 35 man platoon, far away from any republic reinforcements. They then hiked for 5 miles to their objective, a small satellite post in the middle of Gorost’s forest. The main use for this post was to track the movements of the Republics and then warn the garrison back in the city of any unusual findings. But the only problem that halted the mission’s success was the ambush set up by the CIS, who had been ready and waiting for them. They opened up on Koda and his men before they could get within 100 meters of the post. The ambush caught Koda’s men off guard, even the vets. The droid’s blasters tore his men to shreds, killing 5 clones within the first few seconds of the fight. Koda found cover behind a small embankment, which partially protected him from the blasters. But when he rose up to let off another burst from his DC-15, a separatist threw a fragmentation detonator only a few feet in front of Koda. The frag went off before he could go into cover. Fragments flew through the air and ripped right through his armor plating at his right shoulder, and the blast threw his backwards onto his back. Koda rolled over and examined the damage; the armor at his shoulder was completely gone from his shoulder to his forearm guard. And as he looked at his shoulder, he noticed he had a deep gash on his open shoulder, which had started to bleed rapidly. He was about to call out for a medic but remembered that the medic had one of the ones who had died in the fighting at the beginning of the fight. So He picked up a handful of dirt off the ground and rubbed it on the wound in order to absorb the blood. They fought on for another 15 minutes before the CIS droids were finally defeated. They then planted a thermal charge inside the post and detonated it, annihilating the small concrete building. A half hour later a dust-off LAAT landed and extracted the dead and wounded. Koda climbed inside the LAAT and removed his helmet. The medic in the LAAT came over to him “We got 21 KIA and 6 WIA, just thought you would like to know sir” Koda simply shook his head. Out of the 35 men he took in there, 21 had died, 6 were wounded, and only 8 troopers were unscathed. Koda’s mind was then brought back into the present by the opening of the barracks sliding door. In walked Sergeant Major Sig, one of the survivors and his second in command. He looked over at Koda and gave a salute which was returned. “You should go get that shoulder checked out sir, and then go to the Supply Sergeant and get that armor replaced,” said Sig “Yeah I probably should,” said Koda as he looked down at his shoulder which had now stopped bleeding and was covered in dried blood and dirt. Sig had come in to get something out of his locker. He found it and then walked out of the room. Koda got up shortly after Sig left and walked out the sliding door towards the medbay, where the medics sprayed some bacta on his wound. it immediately felt better, but the medics told him that he should stay down for a couple of days, but Koda knew that that wasn't an option becasue he was needed for the assault on Retann city. Koda grabbed a bandage and put it over the wound. He got up off the medical table and headed to the armory. He entered the armory and pulled some new armor from supply. The Supply Sergeant didn’t bother having him fill out the paperwork, since he knew what the Lieutenant had just gone through planet side. After he had put on the new armor, a call came out over the comm. system in the Serenity. Attention all soldiers, assemble in the hangar in 20 minutes Koda picked up his DC-15 blaster rifle off his bunk. He let out a sigh and then headed for the hangar along with the other 8 clones who were the remainder of his platoon. OOC: Sorry for such a long post, I'm kinda long winded.
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witchdoctor187 Registered: Aug '07	Date Posted: 12/1/07 6:06pm Subject: RE: Falling into Dark Times: Order 66 and beyond - Date Edited: 12/1/07 6:09pm (3 edits total) Edited By: witchdoctor187
	OOC: Ok here is the second part of my story. my psot will be shorter now. i just had to give a long post in order to give my guy a backstory and get him going in the story. ------------------------------------------------------ IC: Koda/ Republic Landing Zone/ Abaleshurr Plains several Klicks West of Retann City: Gorost Koda and his 8 men walked through the long corridors of the Serenity’s Aura towards the large Hangar. Both he and his men were battle weary and fatigued but they kept going only in the hopes that this battle would be over soon and they could all go back to Coruscant and be damn hero’s and then have some politician pin some medal to their chest and give then a pat on the back, but those dreams were far out of reach. The Clones weren’t appreciated, they weren’t even given medals, just advancements in rank, which meant next to nothing except how many clones were put under your command. The small squad entered the hangar and was immediately met by thousands of clone troops who were just like them in every aspect. The only difference between all of them was the different scars each one carried, physical and emotional. The clone battalions were all in their neat and straight lines and columns, all except Koda and his men, who stood at the back of the hangar and waited for the Accumulator ship to land. Koda and his men had no legion or battalion, well not anymore at least. They used to belong to the 187th Legion, but their whole Legion had been wiped out during the battle of Boz Pity. After the battle only the around 150 men remained. But after countless other battles and skirmishes between the GAR and the CIS, the small contingent of clones was soon cut down to a platoon of 35 clones. Well at least it had been 35 until the latest battle at the satellite post. And now only 8 men remained to carry on the legacy of the 87th. Soon the Serenity touched down on the Abaleshurr Plains. The doors before them slowly opened, letting in the bright morning sun of the planet outside. The legion and battalion commanders led their men forward out of the hangar and onto the sunlit plains of Gorost. Once all the legions and battalions were out of the hangar, Koda and his men walked out behind them. No use in getting in front of them, after all they had to look good for the generals and senators, and their picture perfect entrance would be ruined if a small battle worn squad of troops came out in front of them. Koda set his feet on the grassy plains, and looking up he could feel the warm sun on his face, it was rejuvenating. The legions and battalions were then being directed to where they were supposed to be, where they were going had no concern to Koda or his men, Koda just wanted to find Commander Bolo so he and his men could find out where to go next. Looking past the legions of clone troopers, he spotted a large tent across the field, which was probably where Bolo was. They soon approached the tent and Koda could see the Commander inside, along with a group of Jedi, who were their generals. Koda had no problems with the Jedi, in fact he quite liked them, since they actually treated him like a human being and not some expendable piece of equipment like the GAR thought they were. He told him men to stay outside as he went in and talked to Bolo. He walked up to the commander put his blaster under his arm in order to deliver a salute. “Lieutenant Koda reporting for duty sir,” said Koda. Tag: I-Poodoo
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More_Friendly_Robots Registered: Nov '07	Date Posted: 12/1/07 7:17pm Subject: RE: Falling into Dark Times: Order 66 and beyond
	IC: Alec Kenner Gorost Alec had done some cursory research before departing to Gorost and from what he could tell, the loyalists were the bad guys. The human colonists had overrun the planet, as Alec's species had with countless others, and turned the natives into little more than slaves. Still, the Gorosti had chosen violent revolution, and it was the Jedi's job to make it stop. There were already a few Jedi on Gorost, and Alec wondered how many natives they'd already killed just because they were told to. He greeted them with a smile though. They were genuinely trying to help, even if they did screw up sometimes. TAG: Jedi -----signature----- Like the ones at the bank.
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Apadamek Registered: Jul '07	Date Posted: 12/1/07 8:41pm Subject: RE: Falling into Dark Times: Order 66 and beyond
	ic Apadamek Thavas: He considered what the general had said. Apadamek Thavas was a tall lean man, dark robes and piercing hazel eye's glared at the map of the planet. He'd been on the planet for years and he knew the planet well. He rubbed his chin with a gloved hand and nodded slowly "But we could never break them, we need to send an elite team to cause trouble. i would ask you sir to let me lead the assault, their might be Jedi and i could always need practice." Tag: GM
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Radiance Registered: Sep '07	Date Posted: 12/2/07 7:59am Subject: RE: Falling into Dark Times: Order 66 and beyond
	IC: Alpha-101, Mandalorian nicknamed Basalisk, Bes for short Captain Bes had overseen the landing troops and was thinking quietly to himself. Hopefully this engagement wouldn't be their last. Bes was an ARC, a top of the line assasin, recon troop, squad leader, slicer, and just about anything else that needed to be done on the battlefield. These other troops were more bred to be cannon fodder for him, sometimes a distraction for his special ops groups to accomplish their missions by holding diversionary battles to grab attention away. Poor fools... bred to die. And they will die for a cause that they probably dont even believe in. We fight to protect something that we dont even understand. But thats the way it has to be. Jango had said so. Maybe when the war is over we will be given rest for the rest of our unnaturally short lives. His helmet comlink buzzed and he answered immediatly. He was to report to the commanders tent. Bes hadn't yet been assigned to his personal Jedi General. He was unaware on what kind of role he was going to play in this campeign. Would he be assigned as a personal foot man for a General? A squad leader? He didn't much mind no matter what happened as long as he did his part. Bes made his way to the commanders tent as instructed. Outside he saw a small squad of men who looked tired and scarred, but no more worse for the wear. They were soldiers, and soldiers faught no matter how bad they felt. They snapped to attention as he passed and it made him stop. Even when they were down on their luck they still remembered their customs and curtosies.... Bes snapped them a tight salute and slapped one on the shoulder. "Chin up soldier. War is nearly over with." It was a most un-clonely thing to say outside of a tent filled with men who could strip his rank in a heartbeat for insabordination or cockiness. But he was a leader. And the men needed to hear it. He parted the tent flap and moved inside. There were a lot of Jedi. He stood off to the side, next to a lueitenant in blue marked armor and saluted the room. "Advanced Rreconnasaince Commando Captain Alpha-101 reporting for duty sirs." ...next time he would have to shorten it to simply ARC Captain... and save his superiors from a long winded entrance. Tag all -----signature----- Member of the Game Designers Guild Lightsaber longblade... the ONLY way to live.
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