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chanbill5390
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5/21 3:10pm
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RE: Symphony of Destruction
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IC: Gerrik Thade
Gerrik walked the corridor the led to the conference room. He walked through the door and let it hiss close behind him. "So what's up?" Gerrik said. "We expecting any trouble soon?" he added grinning. He then sat down and waited for everyone to show up.
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Character Sheet
Name: Nox Onus
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown
Species: Mandalorian
Homeworld: Mandalore
Affiliation: None
Personality
---Traits: Pushy, Impatient, Strong Minded, Honorable
---Likes: Fighting, Honor, Money, Gambling
---Dislikes: Dishonarable people, Imperials, Jedi/Sith
---Habits: He Double Checks his Weapons When Nervous, Fidgets with his Weapons.
Appearance
---Skin Color: Unknown
---Hair Color: Unknown
---Eye Color: Unkown
---Clothing: An All Metal Mandalorian Modified armor suit that is cut like a W for him to see, The armor is coated with a very rare substance known as Cortosis.
---Other Attributes: Cortosis Coated
---Other Details: It is mounted with a Merr-Sonn JT-12 jetpack, and a Wrist Grappling hook.
Weapons: Mandalorian heavy repeater, DC-15S blaster X2,WESTAR-34 blaster pistol x2,KX-80 Repeating Blaster rifle. Wrist Flame thrower, Wrist Rocket Launcher,
Pilot: Yes
Commando: Yes
The Force: No
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Biography:
As a young boy he was taught the ways of the Mandalorian, in hopes that one day he would take the position of Mandalore. It was said that he was the reincarnation of Mandalore himself, the previous one having passed before his time was due. There were whispers that the current residing Mandalore had dishonored his name and poisoned the previous rulers food. This was only whispered as none of this could be proven.
He was brought up to respect Strength, and honor. This is the ways of the Mandalorian society, it is also something that he takes very serious. He believes that the true valor of a person can be tested in combat. He has a saying that goes "You can tell a person by the way they carry themselves in battle" some say it to be a moto.
It was about the time that he was 14 that he got his armor, he used the jetpack mounted to the back to learn how to fly, his parents had paid extra to have it installed specifically for him. Nox had wished to be able to fly into space, the jetpack unable to provide that which he wanted, he did what any reckless teen would do, he snuck into a hanger and high jacked a A Delta-7 interceptor. He was having the time of his life until he almost crashed into the side of a mountain due to the fact that he did a reverse thrust that wasn't able to handle the engines. He decided that he would later enlist in a flight school, he would rather be properly trained then go out into space ill-equipped. He had spent the next four years working on his flying, he was usually found down at the shuttle bay, or often in the simulator that allowed him to hone his skills. He was second to none on all of Mandalore, he is said to be the best pilot that was produced out of the place, almost like he could see what was going to happen before it did.
His exact age and looks are unknown as no one has seen him without suit on since he was givn it at the age of 14, though this is another rumor that has been spread about. When he was old enough, 18 on the planet Mandalore he had received a job that had come through an agent, the exact person who had given the job was unknown, with good reason. The credits were enough to stop Nox's curiousity from peaking. The agent said if he had done a good enough job there would be something extra that would make it worth his wild. The mission was to transport two operatives to the surface of Lehon and return them safely back to the ship. He didn't like it at all. He knew that this planet was riddled with debris that would make it hard to navigate and this wasn't a job for a bounty hunter, it was a job for a pilot. The credits were enough for him to shake his mind off this.He picked them up at the surface of a nearby planet Tatooine, this was not an unusual request. He made the voyage with some difficulty, but was able to mauaver around the wreckage and then get them onto the surface. He must have been waiting for what seemed days, Eventually they came back 12 hours later. He dropped them back off....and he stopped the ship in mid air as he looked at the ship and it was a Destroyer class Ship that was owned by the empire. He was hesitant to get aboard. He made sure that he was ready to draw his blasters incase he should need to make a hasty escape, Though he would have to steal their ship to get out of here. They lived up to their end of the bargin and he left in a transport ship back to Mandalore. He was returned safely, he was given a piece of metal that he wasn't familiar with and then the credits were deposited into his account.
Nox eventually took it to a local metal expert who explained what it was and the properities that it had. He listened to the man, he then wished to have the metal coated on his armor. He knew that it would become helpful in the upcoming events, whatever they happen to be.
Nox was able to purchase a ship with the money from that one job. He was very thankful to have that done. He is looking forward to getting into the wide open space and just letting it loose.
He had taken many jobs as a bounty hunter, but there was one job that he wanted to take care of himself. He had returned back to Mandalore and murdered his parents so that no one would know his true age. He for some reason was adamint on this fact.
There are many things that are unknown about this 'kid'. One of them is that he is one of the best pilots this side of kessel. He is looking for work now and heard about a ship of pirates who are looking for able bodied people to help out.
incharge of three flight. that means you have three other starfighters (Clutch Starfighters, piloted by Survivors) under your command.
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IC: Jeru Sheedo
Aboard the Backstab
"Least path of resistence, that's where number one is going." Jeru explained to his team as he entered their team bay holding an imaginary gun. "And everyone after him goes the opposite of each other. It's real simple here, it gets tougher when you have some guys waiting for you to come on in with their muzzles pointed at the door."
Jeru's team members kind of chuckled at the little joke but it wasn't really a joke. Jeru was telling them only what they'd had already knew. Because they all knew that it would be a lot tougher clearing out a room with some enemies inside who were not going peacefully.
"That is the tough part." Jeru spoke to them with them all gathered around sitting on some stools. "For the past few weeks since we departed you all have been reading your guides I got you, right?" They all nodded in unison. "And we've been going over the drills as much as we could on the ship and utilizing some facilities on Nar Shaadaa for training. I got intel that we'd be heading out soon so stay sharp and be ready for the word to move out."
"All Commanders, and Flight leaders please report to the conference room." Captain Grim's voice said over the ship's intercom.
"Alright I would suggest you guys keep going over some room clearing procedures while I'm gone or at least clean your blasters. I'll be back later with whatever news I can give ya."
With that Jeru got up and left his team's bay for the conference room. Turning left he made his way through the plasteel halls of his home, the Backstab. He didn't quite like the name, it didn't give off a trustworthy vibe for him. Until he could really get to know the folks on board, espcially the Captain and her main crew then he'd be careful what he did and what he said around anyone. He didn't even trust his team that much as they were kind of given to him rather than him doing the selection personally. Jeru made another left and came to the entrance to the conference room. While still in stride he slapped open the blast doors and entered the room. Grim, Grand and Thade were already in the room awaiting the rest of the leaders to get this briefing started.
"Some work eh?" Jeru asked.
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DarkSavior
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5/21 9:28pm
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IC: Nox Onus
The fully armored Male Mandalorian had been getting himself situated as he looked around his new quarters. They seemed to be fine. They did lack a sort of felling that made it seem like a battle ship, it seemed more like a carrier if anything, he was noticing this more often on these updated ships. He was putting his things away, he put his heavy repeater was put up on the shelf to display as a trophy and a few other objects, which were not weapons were placed on a table beside his bed.
He checked and double checked his weapons. He was looking over them and making sure that they were all loaded and ready to go, if he should suddenly need to make an escape. The woman who had took him aboard could be anyone, but she seemed to be the straight forward type, not like he had a choice.
He listened as the intercom had been opened. He listened to what the captian was saying, he understood. He had not been told what his offical rank was, but he should probably go there anyways, if only to walk in by accident and see who the superior officers are.
As he begun his journey around the ship, he would begin to look for the markers that show where he was, and how to get to where he wanted to be, he followed the markers. He eventually ended up at the conference room. He stepped in and immediately survayed the surroundings, noticing the one other he nodded to him, but opted to stay off to the side.
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Date Posted:
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IC: Migalia Bitalio
En Route to conferance room
Irritation permeated Migalia's mind.
Another Mandalorian....
Don't judge the barve before you meet him Ordo...
A wistful sigh escaped him. He didn't much like working with other Mandalorians, it normally ended up with them fighting each other for that persons honor. Migalia, being Epicanthix in anatomical terms was sometimes looked down upon on Mandalore, he was a joiner to the race. Which wasn't unheard of in any sense of the word. In fact most of the Mandalorian population had not even been born on Mandalore. But there was always that proud chakaar, that always saw himself as superior because of his birth and parentage. Migalia didn't know who this Nox, was... But he was not about to take any guff from the man. With any luck, they would get along and wouldn't have a problem. But somehow... Migalia simply wasn't that optimistic.
He walked down the corridors of the Backstab with confidence after he had heard the Captains message. While not tested in combat, the people with whom he had first met upon joining the crew of this vessel, were slowly growing on him. The paranoid squib, and even the man put in charge of all of the other Commando's had his perks. But these two new people bothered Migalia.
Phoenix and Nox...
Newcomers were trouble to him at the best of times.
Migalia looked down and checked his pistols. They were in their holsters, pristine and ready for action should the need arise. It was the the other Mandalorian he was concerned with primarily. Few would be able to match a Mandalorian in combat. They were bred to fight. And in galactic times such as these, having two in the same room was just not a good idea. Migalia made a mental note to keep his ego in check.
The door opened and he walked through. The Jedi observer was there, along with Jeru and the new guy.
Migalia took an immediate left and leaned against the far wall, opposite of the other Mando. His already naturally narrow eyes looked the armored man over and a voice sneered in his head.
It's not even Beskar'gam.. What good would THAT be in a fight?
That doesn't mean it doesn't do it's job. Beskar is probably heavier than that stuff.
Are you taking his part Migalia?
Migalia smiled darkly on the outside as he completely failed to keep his ego in check.
Absolutely not...
His arms folded across his chest as he stared down the strange visored man across from him.
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Dresden Karn/ Backstab Conference Room
Dresden woke up at the announcement Abi had put out over the ships comm. He then quickly got out of bed and got dressed in his black cargo pants and a black t-shirt. He then strapped on his pistol and walked out the door.
He walked through the corridors with speed, hoping not to miss the meeting. Usually he would have been up earlier, but it had been a rough night. He finally came to the conference room, and upon entering his eyes met tow newcomers, a man who was obviously mandalorian and another, a human, with a distinctive car over his right eye, he could have been a bounty hunter, or maybe a merc.
Dresden stepped inside the conference room and took his seat at the holotable. Some of the others were there including Migalia, Jeru, and Thade were early and were conversing with the new recruits. But as Dresden looked onward at the two new recruits, he began to question their skill, he did it with everyone, he would only be convinced when they were together in a firefight and all their lives depended on each other, then he would trust everyone’s skills.
But for now he just sat back and waited for Abi.
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IC: Backstab
Conference Room, Drake Antares
Drake Antares took a deep breath and rose from the floor on the observation deck. It had been a rough couple of days. He made his way planetside when they reached Nar Shardda to find some time to combat the Imperial Training in him. It had gotten so bad over the few days in hyperspace he was ready to strangle that Squib on site. Alternatively a bounty hunter started asking too many questions and Drake broke his wrist then his face and left him unconscious in the shade of a dumpster in one of the many alleyways on the Smugglers Moon.
Dont worry about that. You have a mission coming up. Drake told himself.
He went to his room first and quickly changed into black fatigue's and checked the charge on his service blaster before holstering it on his right leg. He was not expecting trouble but the one good thing the Imperials taught him was caution was never wasted. Several minutes later Drake Antares entered the conference room and saw he was among the last to arrive.
What was this a Mandalorian Clan gathering? Antares thought to himself.
As he glanced over the new Mando he swore he recognized the "w" shaped visor. The time he spent on Mandalore between jobs and working as a mechanic he had met many MANY armored Mando's but relatively few with the "w" visor. The one he had met had taught him how to fight with a beskad. Antares walked over to the Mando(Nox).
"Do I know you?" Antares asked.
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OOC: Nox you can choose to know him or not, nothing too personal just some sparring sessions.
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Phoenix glanced up at the newcomers and back down at his work. When the one he assumed was Nox Onus entered, he looked up and watched the armored man. He smirked at his preparedness. It was like he expected a firefight inside their ship, inside Republic space. But, he slightly understood his nervousness, for it was hard not be paranoid in the presence of well-armed strangers.
Phoenix glanced over at the other Mandalorian. The man was smiling like a fool. Phoenix smirked again. He momentarily wondered if the crew he had just been inducted into was a bunch of misfits.
His eyes fell upon another Human. It was the first sight of a normal crewmember that he saw. But, the ones who could blend in, were often times more dangerous. Fellows like the Mandalorian Duo usually proved to be pushovers with flashy gear. Phoenix raised his head to the unnoticeable Human and called across the room.
“Hey, friend. What’s your designation in the crew? You a pilot?”
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IC: Abigail Grim
Location: BackStab, Conference/Mission briefing room
She had been waiting patiently for the others to arrive. Finally she felt she could begin the meeting. The Conference/Briefing room was a multi-purpose room that could be set up in the traditional round table gathering or an theater like lecture room with all the chairs facing the front holoprojector. Currently it was in the lecture room layout.
“Ok everyone settle down.” She waited until they took seats. “Welcome to our first mission briefing.”
She snapped on the holoprojector on and a representation of a blue green and brown planetoid was displayed. It’s surface was about 30% land mass with the rest being vast ocean.
“This is Telos. It is an Imperial occupied planet, which means the locals are pretty friendly to the Republic. It is located a few light years inside Imperial boarders, which make the Imperials think it is relatively safe from Republic strikes. The Planet is roughly 42,550 kilometers in diameter with grass lands and cityscapes.”
She manipulated the controls and the holo zoomed in on one of the largest continents, resolving into a city then into a warehouse.
“This warehouse is our target. It is use by the garrison commander as an Off site storage area. In other words he is stealing from the Empire, reporting more supplies being used then really are being used.”
She grinned a little as she continued.
“I want to relieve him of his extra supplies, and expose his little operation to his bosses. That will set up an opportunity for a future mission, but that’s a ways off."
The holo switched to a projected inventory screen.
"The warehouse has stockpiles of Bacta, TIE/In fighter parts which are compatible with our Clutches, and ready made hyperdrives... along with various other supplies that are in smaller quantities.”
She looked out at their responses.
“Since it is not officially part of the Imperial base it has little in the way of security. The Goatgrass and Mr. Karn’s shuttle…”
Abigail made a mental note to ask Dresden if his shuttle had a name after the briefing.
“can jump into the system under assumed transponders, and take the commando teams to the planet. The BackStab will jump into the system six hours later, and drop off Reaper squadron as we pass behind the world’s moon. BackStab will land at the ship facilities a kilometer northeast of the warehouse. When Mr. Karn is ready to start the infiltration the Reapers will strafe the base and draw their attention, while Karn and his commandos take the warehouse and transport what cargo they can to the BackStab.”
She shut the projector down.
“Any questions?”
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BackStab
Phoenix looked at the holodisplay. Rubbing his chin, Nix folded his arms and then let them down. He inserted them into his pockets. When Abigail shut off the projector, he made sure to be the first voice from the crowd.
“What if the ground troops run into too much trouble to handle alone? Are you sending any air support?”
Phoenix brought his arms up to fold again. He raised his right brow in a questioning gesture.
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IC: Abigail Grim
Location: Briefing room
“What if the ground troops run into too much trouble to handle alone? Are you sending any air support?”
That was from the new guy Phoenix.
"Reaper Flights Two and Three will strafe the base while One Flight is held in reserve. If any ground troops need air support, One Flight will be on station to give it. Other wise One flight will escort BackStab from the planet."
Tag: NickLitYouAFlame, all
OOC: If any one has any improvements to this plan then speak up, or if you have an idea for a diffrent raid all together Pm me and lets see what we can come up with.
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You have to organize us. We're not cowards, we'll do as you tell us, we'll fight. No. - Why not? - Soldiers deserve soldiers, Sir But one soldier, against seventeen. What are you going to do? I'm going to kill them all, Sir. BrentusofGath =
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IC: Nox Onus
Conference Room
He had noticed the presence of another Mandalorian as he entered as well, he wasn't particularly fond of having another Mandolorian on board. You can just imagine when a second one came in through the door, he wasn't about to jump up and down with joy. His concerns now where why there were so many, and what specifically their jobs were on this ship though it didn't matter much to him.
Looking as the second one to enter approached him, and in a friendly sort of gesture came over and spoke with him. He seemed to bee genuine, and this was what was concerning, was he really asking him? or had he forgot most of the people who had met in his time on Mandalore?
He thought on how to answer the man, and he nodded. "We would have most likely crossed paths. If I'm not mistaken, I beat you once and you went crying to your mother when you were just a young lad, or was that the time when you were older? Hard for me to remember; I've beaten so many like you. " he said as he passed by him and their shoulders made a slight brushing contact as he moved forward and took a seat. The Captain had arrived, this meant that the meeting was about to begin. He didn't even look back to the man who had so pleasently tried to make small conversation with Nox.
The projector had lit up, and his head immediately turned up. He looked over the image that was infront of him, and turned to Abigail when she spoke, though most of the time his visor was facing the holographic image.
Nox had sat silently quitely, and listned to her speech. He was looking over the projected image, and nodded to her as she said if anyone had any questions. "I assume that you will have already prepared a jamming device so that they cannot call for backup? or is there going to be strike team to take out the communications aray?" he said as he folded his hands on his lap.
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IC: Abigail Grim
Location: Briefing room
"I assume that you will have already prepared a jamming device so that they cannot call for backup? or is there going to be strike team to take out the communications array?"
"If you mean are we going to stop the base from calling reinforcements from the rest of the Empire, then the answer is no. We will not be in the system long enough after the raid goes down that we need to worry about outside reinforcements."
She nodded towards Karn.
"If your talking about jamming the warehouse's call for reinforcements then I would say that is probably what Mr. Karn would do, since he is in charge of the details for the ground assault."
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IC: Gerrik Thade
"The plan is good, however if anyone were to be caught they could trace us back to the BackStab. Perhaps it would be best if we dampened the systems of the ship down to bear essentials so that they can't detect us that well. Also I'd hate to be waiting in a hanger this whole time, If there is anything I could do...wait, what if I distracted the Imperials. My fighter is fast enough I could distract them long enough for the ground team to raid the warehouse." Gerrik said eagerly. "That is of course if you agree to that." he added regaining his composure.
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IC: Abigail Grim
Location: Briefing room
"The plan is good, however if anyone were to be caught they could trace us back to the BackStab. Perhaps it would be best if we dampened the systems of the ship down to bear essentials so that they can't detect us that well. Also I'd hate to be waiting in a hanger this whole time, If there is anything I could do...wait, what if I distracted the Imperials. My fighter is fast enough I could distract them long enough for the ground team to raid the warehouse. That is of course if you agree to that."
Abigail thought about this, Thade's fighter was fast and powerful. It could come in handy.
"The chance some one gets caught is a chance we take in this business. We will be taking steps to keep that from happening, but frankly its a risk. The BackStab will be operating under a false IFF transponder, Scott will be taking care of that.
As for your involvement in this operation Thade, I would be glade to have you attached to One Flight for the time being."
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