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  1. Falcon Chosen One

    Member Since:
    Feb 7, 2002
    star 8
    IC: Wolf
    Delicate Delinquent tube

    Wolf finished walking across the tube as the others finished talking with someone. He walked up to the man and gave a tight smile. “I’m Wolf. I maybe blind in one eye but I’m good at planning and directing defence as well as fixing things. Where could you use me?”

    Tag @ Sith-I-5
    Last edited by JediFalcon, Oct 14, 2012
  2. Bravo Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Sep 10, 2001
    star 6
    OOG:

    Okay, so I found the information for the two guards that confront Eminence William P. Aragaunt in the post before. They'll a combination between Myrddraal and Nazgul and they ride red eyed Friesian looking horses. Below is a better description of what the guards look like, instead of the one in the post previous.

    I will making up a information database of these characters, the Johnny Boy, etc ASAP. I've been in discussions with the RPF Managers to close down the old Library Thread and the Rocketjock Eatery. Then, reopen the Rocketjock Eatery as a smaller version hybrid Library Thread with the usually OOG RJE after it. This hybrid would be for minimal information purposes (the important game information) while the Library Wiki is being constructed by CPL. The Library Wiki will remain the main focus for everything Intervention when it comes to game information and history.




    IC: Lord Alic Tarfa, Jason Lasso
    Outside the walls of Fort Bastion, Northern Mountains, daytime, Planet of Jod, later that day


    Lord Alic Tarfa lead Jason Lasso through the woods outside the fort, weaving their way through a dense and frozen forest. But now, they came into a opening, with trees still surrounding all sides.

    "Where are we going?" Lasso asked, still wearing his King's Army uniform and equipment; he kept his rifle close to him, peering off into the frozen forest where no animal was to be seen or heard, "It seems quiet. Too quiet."

    "That it does," Alic agreed, adding, "Something isn't right."

    "He has a point," Agreed one of the six escorting Queen's Guardsmen.

    "Keep a weathered eye out," Alic added, "We are being followed."

    "Then couldn't someone find the way back to the fort?" Lasso asked.

    "Of who is following us young Lasso is not of this world. But is of evil itself. The magic of this world protects Fort Bastion from their eyes. They are blind to it."

    "Cimmerian Hell Riders!" Barked one of the Queen's Guards in alarm.

    Off to either side up ahead, slowly coming out of the frozen woods, were four Friesian horses with red solid eyes. On top of each horse was a dark form where no face could be found under their hooded robes: no mouth, no nose, no chin, no ears. Only two red eyes peering out from the darkness of the hood. Each form stood 7 feet tall and had a full Nazgul robe with Dark Drake armor over the shoulders, but under the robe; the Dark Drake Breastplate and Dark Drake Backplate were under the robe as well. Black ice steel leg armor covered the black clothed legs with Dark Drake Steel Greaves, while Gauntlets covered their forearms and hands. A Ranger Sword sat across their backs, with the hilts extending over the back of the left rear shoulder. A Spike Club Flail sat along one side of the horse's saddle, with a black round shield on the same side towards the back of the horse. The electrostaffs, which when turned on would show red energy from the tip (instead of the purple), sat long the other side of the horse.

    "That explains the Beast forces reported on the Great Island Nations, Ice Lands, and the Southern Territories," Alic said to himself, "Someone had to be leading them. It looks like Lord Aragaunt made a deal with the devil."

    "Ah..." Lasso said, "Cimmerian Hell Riders?"

    "Dark soldiers of the Evil One. They control the Beast forces."

    "The Mercs and I have encountered Beast forces before...but we saw these hooded creeps before!"

    "They were there. You just didn't see them."

    The four Cimmerian Hell Riders screamed, the same horrific bloody scream that Beast forces made to jam communications or before entering battle. Suddenly, 30 Beast soldiers emerged from the frozen forest, surrounding the Jod and Lasso on all fronts. Then, with a black liquid smoke and green lined poof, the Cimmerian Hell Riders were gone.

    "They can disappear?" Lasso asked in disbelief.

    "And reappear when they choose. Very deadly."

    The Beast soldiers...

    Then, the Beast soldiers screamed and came charging. The Beast soldiers all carried various pieces of weaponry and armor; some carried black round shields with weapons, others no shields and just any one of the various weapons or combinations of both: various swords, Spike Club Flail, War Spear, War Axe, Halberd, Spiked Club Mace, and various projectile weapons and blaster rifles; the blaster rifles were captured LR-Model 2 Blaster Rifles from King's Army soldiers and their sidearms, the DE-10 blaster pistol. The Beast soldiers wore various pieces of armor, chainmail armor, and other clothing patchworks.

    "Encircle! Blasters!" Barked the ranking Queen's Guardsmen. The six Queen's Guardsmen made a circle around Tarfa and Lasso, protecting all approaches. The Queen's Guardsmen took various stances and knees and produced their E-11 Blaster Rifles and took aim; Lasso picked a side and aimed his LR-Model 2 Blaster Rifle towards a far flung enemy, as did Tarfa in producing his blaster pistol and taking aim, "AIM! FIRE!"

    Red blaster bolts erupted all around the Jod circle and all around them, Beast soldiers fell in various forms of deaths. The E-11's were able to produce a steady stream of fire on full-auto. By the time the Beast forces had arrived at the Jod's feet, most of their ranks were lying dead or coming into the battle now wounded. By now, the Queen's Guards had swiftly changed over to their shields and swords and the Beast soldiers ran into a wall of steel. Lasso fired off what shots he could at exposed Beast soldiers and as quickly as he could. Soon, all the Beast soldiers lay dead.

    "Stay watchful Guardsmen!" Ordered their leader, "The Beasts handlers are still out there!"

    Everyone scanned the frozen forest. They saw nothing----

    A black liquid cloud suddenly appeared next to their ranks and a Queen's Guardsmen was impaled by a sword through the throat. Before anyone could react, the Cimmerian Hell Rider was gone into another puff of black smoke.

    "They'll pick us off one by one if we don't act fast," Alic said helpfully.

    "Thanks for the news bulletin," Jason said, adding, "Before we got into this journey through the woods, you said this forest was magical and that any enemies could not stay here long. How so? Because it looks like they're staying---" Lasso fired off a shot towards a nearby liquid black cloud, the Queen's Guardsmen able to block the enemy's strike. But Jason's shot missed, connecting with thin air through the dark cloud as the Cimmerian Hell Rider disappeared again; Jason started to reload his weapon as quickly as he could, "---Around."

    "This world, as our first home planet of the Red Rock Kingdom, is magical. Everywhere we go...life follows and blooms. Even the time zone of this world is magical. While our people call this magic...we know it is the will of the LORD and not some dark magic."

    "Look, I get the point. The LORD better hurry or we'll going---" Another Queen's Guardsmen went down, this time his hit detached from his body, "---to all die."

    "The LORD has sent you Mr. Lasso. And your other Mercs. You are the answer. What do we do?"

    "Call God and ask for help!" Jason said as he fired off another shot, once again the shot falling to thin air.

    "They've come for you, Mr. Lasso. Not us. You are their target."

    "ME!!?? What did I do to them?"

    "You and the other Mercs are part of the Prophecy of the Select Chosen. You and the Mercs are a threat to their existence."

    "Well no one ever said about the bad guys getting nightmarish vanishing guys with no faces! Not fair!"

    Something drew Jason away from the group, into the open ground ahead. He heard a voice in his head.

    "All authority in heaven and on earth has been given to me...And behold, I am with you always, to the end of the age." (Matthew 28:18, 20; ESV)

    Suddenly a man appeared in that open ground and even the Jod stopped to look. There stood...

    "...one like a son of man, clothed with a long robe and with a golden sash around his chest. The hairs of his head were white, like white wool, like snow. His eyes were like a flame of fire, his feet were like burnished bronze, refined in a furnace, and his voice was like the roar of many waters. In his right hand he held seven stars, from his mouth came a sharp two-edged sword, and his face was like the sun shinning in full strength." (Revelation 1:13-16; ESV)

    Everything seemed to stop; Jason and the Jod fell to the man's feet around him. He put a hand on Jason's shoulder, "Fear not, I am the first and the last, and the living one. I died, and behold I am alive forevermore, and I have the keys of Death and Hades." (Revelation 1:17-18; ESV)

    Suddenly time seemed to resume and the Cimmerian Hell Riders suddenly became visible. At seeing this man, they screamed a horrific cry for help and then burst into flame and ashes.

    Then the man that had helped them smiled at Jason and the Jod and simply vanished.

    Everyone looked at each other in silence and waited a few moments, waiting for more battle. When it didn't come, the Lasso and Jod continued on their path.



    *********************************************



    Northern Mountains, daytime, Planet of Jod, 2 hours later


    Two Queen's Guardsmen stood outside, guarding the entrance...

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    While Alic, Lasso, and two other Queen's Guardsmen walked inside...


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    "Is it just me or is it weird that there is a forest---not snow covered---in the middle of snow covered mountains?" Jason asked.

    "It is the magic of this land," Alic said again, seeing the Queen's Guardsmen were just as in awe.

    There, up ahead, stood a lady, bending over with flowers.

    "Can I help you?" She asked calmly as she looked at the visitors.

    "We are here to see the Prophet of the LORD," Alic responded.

    The woman looked at the visitors for a long moment, smiled, and then said, "Come, follow me."

    Jason looked around the ruined temple, "We're going in there," Jason said, pointing to the archway with entrance deeper into the temple, "Is anyone else a little freaked out that we're walking through a ruined temple to go see a Prophet of the LORD that is residing on the other end of a dark and gloomy entrance way deeper into said ruined temple?"

    "Shh," Commanded Alic, "You are in a holy place!"

    "I think the last I stood with a man with seven stars in his hand was enough holiness for my day," Jason replied.

    Alic stopped and turned to Lasso, "Why the sarcasm all of sudden?"

    "You be kidnapped away from your team, tortured several times by the Imperials, released only to be tortured again on some desert planet, be rescued by dark clothed Jedi ninjas, trash land on a strange planet and have your rescuers die in the crash; get picked up by the King's Army, have a short meeting with you that I suddenly wake up and your gone, be put into the army's ranks, fight a civil war, watch your regiment get torn to pieces, you flee with the handful of survivors to a magically protected Fort Bastion, go on a journey to find a temple, get jumped by a bunch of evil looking vanishing guys with ugly looking Beast forces, get rescued by a man holding seven stars and that gives you the feeling of divine holiness, then wind up at a ruined palace sitting on forest ground not covered in snow and instead all green and spring like in the middle of snow covered mountains; then find a lady in said ruined temple who will take you to a Prophet of the LORD, in which you have to go through a dark and gloomy arch way to get to---"

    Jason dropped his rifle and grabbed onto Alic by the chest jacket and pulled him closer to him, "YOU see how you feel after all of that! Huh? Do you want to?! I bet Sithing not! And top it all off, I have no memory of who I AM! Just Sithing fragments of a memories of a man I don't know! You try living with that! TRY IT! And then have people talking about some Prophecy of the Select Chosen and no one telling you a Hutt thing about anything and what that really means! You TRY living through all of that and not breaking! TRY IT YOU SITH PUNK! TRY IT!"

    Jason's head turned as he felt cold steel against his neck; one of the Queen's Guardsmen stood there with sword out, "Let go of him. Now."

    "There is no need for this," The lady said calmly, "Weapons will solve little. As will your deaths."

    Jason let go of Alic and picked up his weapon and started marching after the woman, "Let's follow the strange holy lady to find out why the heck we are here..." Jason said.



    TBC
    Last edited by Bravo, Oct 14, 2012
  3. Sith-I-5 Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Aug 14, 2002
    star 5
    IC: Chief Engineer Tim Williams, Technician Flavin, Samantha Irisa, Delicate Delinquent command tower.

    The Kingdom of Jod soldier guarding the spacious white-walled and floored atrium at the base of the spiralling command tower stairwell, looked up to see the human in dirty orange coveralls, black boots, and a straggly grey beard, doing a sight-seeing pirouette as he approached through ther middle of the lobby. Light glinted off a rectangle of plastic clipped to the front of his coveralls.

    He bore a heavy-looking tool bag, and had a rifle over one shoulder.

    “Chief Engineer Tim Williams?” he called to the man.

    You been told to expect me?” The man, who from his response, was clearly this Williams abo, called back as he approached.

    The soldier waved his datapad. “Royal Intelligence update, Sir. Went out to all the patrols assigned here. If a citrus-coloured refugee from the Old Spacers Home turns up, just give him full access, anywhere on the ship.”

    Funny guys.

    “You know them, then.” The trooper dead-panned. He gestured to the stairwell. “You are free to go up, Sir. The bridge is the sixth level up.”

    Williams stopped before the young guard. “Not ‘Sir’. ‘Chief’.” He tapped a gnarled fingernail to his beard-concealed chest. “I Merc for a living.” There was a twinkle in his eye that he let the Jod see.

    “Oh, I see what you did there. Good word-play, S-, uh, Chief.” The soldier waved to a pair of recessed turbolift doors behind him. "You won't be wanting the stairs."

    Good call. Do you have a name?

    "Shoemaker, Chief. Private Shoemaker."

    Cobblers.

    "No, straght up." The Jod sounded surprised that the engineer doubted that as his real name. There were plenty of stranger names in the Kingdom's forces.

    Oh, I didn't...never mind.” Williams called the lift, then stepped inside the clean, warmly lit interior. “This is nicer than my office aboard the Johnny Boy.” He muttered, spying that the deck buttons were tagged with "CT" prefixes.

    "Just press CT6 for the Bridge, Chief." Shoemaker advised, "They've been asking for a senior officer up there."

    The ride up was smooth and fast, giving Williams barely enough time to get over his surprise with how the atrium looked. In contrast to what he normally thought of Imperial interior decorating, that place would not have been out of place on Bespin's Cloud City.

    The doors opened before he had time to wonder if other of the historical entrepenuer Lord Figg's other ventures had been as nice-looking as the mining platform.

    Ooh.” Tim's one-word reaction to the horizontal scorch marks, molten furrows in the walls and holy sith, a circular hole in the deck in the direction of the stairs.
    There had definitely been a firefight up here!

    Till now, it had looked like the Mercs had captured this warship with narey a shot fired, but now he saw different.

    See this, Sandy? Someone had a slight weapons' malfunction.” Williams moved towards the pockmarked and cratered closed bridge doors, knuckling the controls to open them before him. “Now don't tell me I'm the first Merc to visit the command deck.

    In front of him, occupying two of the five stations, and turning round to see him, was a young man in the red and black of the Jod Royal Engineers, and an even younger woman with a blonde ponytail down the back of her white short-sleeved t-shirt.

    Oh good. Seats.” He walked between the two, and plonked down in a free chair, sighing heavily.

    Tim Williams. Chief Engineer.” He introduced, sitting with his legs stretched out before him.

    "Technician Flavin." The Jod stood to extend a hand to the Merc, and they shaked. "And that's Sam."

    Tim looked over to the girl, his lips moving as he silently read the logo on her torso. “Sam. You a waitress?

    Yep, that's me.

    Can I have a bowl of cheesy chips please? And a soft drink?

    She smiled, but did not move. “Yeah, I'll get right on that.

    Right.” Williams rubbed his hands together in a show of renewed energy. “Has the Mother landed yet?

    The Mother? Is your Mum coming over?

    Flavin smirked. “No, its the name of the Merc's Lambda-class shuttle. And I only know that cos it picked your Uncle Yav', up.”

    Samantha turned to her console, shifting her seat to pull herself forward.

    Tim looked from one to the other, recognising the diminutive of the elf who had been so active within the Mercs since joining back on Port Haven.
    There were crewmembers and pilots who joined the Johnny Boy and whose names failed to filter down to the Engineering Staff unless their paths crossed, but Yavscout had been on several missions, and Captain Taller had spoken the man's name enough, “Flight Lieutenant Yavscout? He has a neice?

    "Flight Lieutenant?" Flavin frowned. "He said he was a Pilot Officer when we captured this baby."

    Got promoted.

    "Delicate Delinquent calling the Mother. Are you due to dock here?"

    "Delinquent from Mother. Not that we know off. Oh, do you know your Merc starfighter patrol has gone?"

    Copy that, Mother. Standby for further instructions.

    The Chief Engineer glared. “Give them permission to dock. I want to return to the Johnny Boy to pick up some heavy equipment from our stores.

    We can't, just yet. We have a shuttle docked that is unloading simulator equipment, and when they leave, a Sentinel-class from the Authority carrying our first recruits from the Block.

    "And while you are here, we need you now, Chief."

    Tim looked over. “What's the urgency?

    * * * *

    Deck Three

    One of several Royal Engineers, Bromley, winced at the cacophany of whistles, bleeps, and the occasional sysnthesised voice that came from the droid-packed room.

    He was separated from the Repair Hall doors by a veritable sea of Imperial-black astromechs with either metal or see-thru domes, many dozens of MSE-6 "mouse droids" underfoot, and a sampling of medical, protocol, or various-use droids.

    Thank the Lord no-one had sent any power droids down here. They would never get them back out.

    Bromley stopped to watch as several R2 and R3 domes wheeled round to check the far doors, a moment before the barrier slid aside, to show a clone carrying plates of shaped white plasteel.

    The droids went silent, which Bromley was quite grateful for. "Hello there, I'm Bromley." He nodded at the newcomer, then immediately assigned him to scan the programming on the transparent-domed R3 droids to ensure there was no hostile sub-routines.

    "These little fellows can operate the ships's AG-2G quad-lasers turrets, so give me a shout when you have cleared one, please. Oh, and catch." Bromley frisbee'd a portable scanner over the sea of mouse droids littering the floor, "You will need one of these."

    * * * *

    Interdictor Dome ante-hall

    Bridge Officer Bob stepped through the oval hatch that took him out of the dark dome, into the brighter lit ante-hall where a quartet of Kings Army soldiers stood several metres apart, holding up cards with such legends as Command Staff, Gunnery Operators, Volunteers and Show Me My Room.

    “Me? Any kind you can think of….” Herc responded to Bobob's attempt to specify what kind of defense he meant.

    C.T. jumped in and said plainly…”Herc here has a mind for combat and other situations. He survived most situations when others wouldn’t have.”

    "Could you two be any more vague?" The Bridge Officer waved the pair to the waiting troopers. "Alright, go join whichever group is relevant to your skill set or immediate need." He moved back to help corral the rest of the crewpeople coming through the dome.

    He was pleased though, that the Mercs behind them, apparently knew how to follow instructions, and had made beelines for sign-holding soldiers.

    "Sydney Ayres, Hangar Chief over at the Johnny Boy. Somebody wanted me for something over here, do you know where or who that might be?"

    "Hangar Chief?" The soldier looked him up and down, and pulled several rectangular plastic tags out a bag attached to his belt. He sorted through until he came upon bearing the letters GSO. "This designates you GSO, or Guardian Squadron Officer. Can you take that turbolift over there, take it down to Deck Four, then follow the soldiers' directions to the Main Hangar? We have a lot of shuttles coming in, and the sooner we get their passengers on board, the sooner we can leave this star system."

    The next Merc along, introduced himself. “I’m Wolf. I maybe blind in one eye but I’m good at planning and directing defence as well as fixing things. Where could you use me?”

    "Hey Wolf. I'm Private North." The soldier nodded respectfully at a fellow warrior, pulling up a plastic rectangular tag (just larger than a credit card) with GSS. "Put this on. It will tell any Jod who sees it, that you are Guardian Squadron Security. If you can accompany the Hangar Chief there, please report to Sergeant Vestor in the Main Hangar."

    North looked over the remaining men, women and aliens. "Okay, next?"

    Tag: @Circuit/ Herc and CT, @Sydney Ayres, @Cody
  4. Falcon Chosen One

    Member Since:
    Feb 7, 2002
    star 8
    IC: Wolf
    Interdictor Dome ante-hall

    "Hey Wolf. I'm Private North." The soldier nodded respectfully at a fellow warrior, pulling up a plastic rectangular tag (just larger than a credit card) with GSS. "Put this on. It will tell any Jod who sees it, that you are Guardian Squadron Security. If you can accompany the Hangar Chief there, please report to Sergeant Vestor in the Main Hangar."

    “Thank you,” Wolf said with a slight smile as he attached the clip to his white shirt. He looked at Sydney with a slight smile. “I guess it will be difficult to get missions again. I’m just glad the Republic allowed me to continue even if it was just directing the troops. Let’s get down to the main Hangar bay.”


    Tag @ Vehn Sith, Coffee, anyone in ante hall
    Last edited by JediFalcon, Oct 14, 2012
  5. Coffee_Ninja Jedi Master

    Member Since:
    Jul 29, 2011
    star 1
    IC: Circuit
    Delicate Delinquent
    Third Level

    The droids went silent, which Bromley was quite grateful for. "Hello there, I'm Bromley." He nodded at the newcomer, then immediately assigned him to scan the programming on the transparent-domed R3 droids to ensure there was no hostile sub-routines.

    "These little fellows can operate the ships's AG-2G quad-lasers turrets, so give me a shout when you have cleared one, please. Oh, and catch." Bromley frisbee'd a portable scanner over the sea of mouse droids littering the floor, "You will need one of these."

    Circuit caught the portable scanner with little effort. He smiled over at Bromley. "Nice to meet you Bromley, I'm Circuit. And will do."

    Circuit began his task of working on the R3 droids. Time went by quick on the one and Circuit smiled at being able to do work that he enjoyed.

    "Hey Bromley, want to take a look at this first one?"

    * * * * * * * * * *

    IC: Herc and C.T.
    Interdictor Dome ante-hall

    "Could you two be any more vague?" The Bridge Officer waved the pair to the waiting troopers. "Alright, go join whichever group is relevant to your skill set or immediate need." He moved back to help corral the rest of the crewpeople coming through the dome.

    "My apologies sir. We didn't realize we were being vague. Not sure where you need help. I can do security or the like, and C.T. is good at transmissions and signals. Does that help you?" Herc added.

    Tag: Sith


  6. Mitth_Fisto Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Sep 29, 2005
    star 5
    IC: Havah Jeth / Pic / Glove
    Space, the boring transition

    Ignoring whatever rants and ravings of the potential new flight lead he turned down the volume until her screeching was a mere whisper. "I'll expect a summery later." He sighed out, the beeps and whirrs confirming that he would receive one he unclasped his helmet to pull it from his head. Rubbing his eyes he removed the gunk that invariably builds up while they are rested before depositing it on the underside of his uncomfortable seat.

    "Pic? You online?" he softly asked as he stared at the small text display as the ship changed direction to prepare for a soothing micro jump, looked like the mission was over.

    {Yes. Primary objectives upon reaching destination are already prepared.}

    "Good." He sighed as he looked at the sweat that had come off on his gloves, despite his body feeling like it was made of lead in his chest he steadied himself as he looked out at the blue streaks that formed to be replaced with the whirling images of space for a short span of time. "Do you remember Arkania? Mission log of Dragon?"

    {Checking backlogs. . .Yes sir, would you like a re-reading or further content security inscribed?}

    "Neither Pic. . .neither. Have you checked the homeworld records for the beast yet this year?"

    {No sir. Shall I use Jod resources to check as Port Haven is an unlikely final destination any time soon?}

    "Yes. It would nice to know if the mosters are still waiting."

    {If I may sir, why the fascination? Your continued opperation is no longer threatened by them.}

    "Because it is nice to know Pic, that's all you need to know."

    {That and where the alcohol is kept.}

    "Well yes, that too." Looking at the swirl ahead he stared nakedly upon it. "Did you know some go mad at this sight?"

    {Yes, it is well documented and the reason most military or government professionals are advised not to look.}

    "They don't know what they are missing."

    {Would you like me to ammend your remains request to reflect a burial in hyperspace?}

    "No. Maybe." Pondering for a moment he resecured his helmet, "Put it on the short list."

    {Before or after using your body as a bomb against your cause of death?}

    "After for now, but before geodification of my remains to be used in missile tips."

    {So logged sir.}

    [Should I be registering these preferences?]

    "No Glove, your duty is to die with me. Although if you have a preference besides scrap or reassignment log requests with Pic, he already has the official documentation in twenty seven systems to make it happen."

    [Thank you Master. I shall begin contemplating such an eventuality.]

    "Just don't tell me about it, I would like my death to be kept a secret if you decide to kill me and retire."

    [What Master!?]

    {Of course sir.}

    "Stop calling me master or I'll have to give you tips to end this torture sooner."

    [Yes M. . .sir]

    {If you say so Master.}

    "You really are going to be the death of me, you know that?"

    {No Master, merely the witness.}

    "That is a comfort." and it was. Much more of one then he could admit. Settling back into his seat he waited for the view to end in a few moments so they could approach the SoJ.

    TAG: Jedi_Falcon, Coffee_Ninja, Bravo
  7. CPL_Macja Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Nov 29, 2008
    star 5
    IC: Zieleb-Xan Macja
    Hanger Bay, Delinquent

    “You Mac? I am Sergeant Vestor of the Kings Army. Okay, I have more jobs to do, than people on the ground to do them, so which of the following best suits your skill-sets? Meet-and-greet, tractor beam operator, or exploring?”

    Josch thought about it for a few moments, he knew that tractor beam operator was right out. He knew the general principles, theorems, and usage of such a devise but had never sat down and learned the skill set it took to operate one. When he was on the Chrono Thief, his primary responsibility was to supervise and direct the ship’s small compliment of binary loadlifters.

    So between the other two options the one that peaked his interest the most was exploring. He had spent the past few decades traveling around the galaxy either on his own or as part of a crew. The idea of standing around somewhere, meeting and greeting individuals that he had spent very little time with was not something he felt comfortable with.

    Josch stripped off his flak vest and life support unit, turned around to Navi and draped them over her chassis. He then squatted down and pulled both of his lightsabers, one in each boot, out and hooked them on his utility belt.

    “You know Sergeant. My droid and I have information that the bridge requested stored in her memory bank. So all things being equal I think I should deliver that information first and then I wouldn’t mind your ‘exploring’ assignment.”

    TAG: @Sith-I-5 & anyone who is in the Delinquent’s hanger bay
  8. Falcon Chosen One

    Member Since:
    Feb 7, 2002
    star 8
    IC: Fress Colias
    Hyperspace

    Fress felt frustration well up in her. Jeth was nearly an impossible, what ever he was. She knew he wasn’t quite human but could pass for one. She took the helmet off and leaned back in the seat. “Saber, compile all transmissions into one file. I may have to submit a report later.”

    //Ahead of you, mistress. I remember the drill,// Saber beeped causing her to glance down at the translator.

    “I know,” Fress gripped the sides of her seat as the minutes counted down to the end of the jump. “Reminds me of someone just as hard headed and no it’s not Anakin. Kyle,” she shook her head as she felt frustration rip through her. “One of the best man I have ever had the privilege to have under my command. Saber, open file onethreesixnine and transfer it to Havah. There’s something he needs to hear in that file,” it was one she never hoped to open again. Kyle was a drunk and only got himself killed behind the stick due to arrogance.

    //Are you sure?// Saber questioned.

    “I’m sure,” Fress answered with a frown. “Make sure you keep a copy of course.”

    //Of course,// Saber agreed as he opened the file causing Fress to look at the report she wrote up nearly twenty years ago.

    Name: Kyle Colby
    Species: Human
    Age: twenty-eight
    Home Planet: Corellia
    Active Status: Deceased
    Military status: Lieutenant
    Flag ship assigned: Defender
    Commanding officer: Commander Fress Colias
    Date and time of Death: 21:00:03 14 06 08 After battle of Naboo
    Reason: Saber reported Lieutenant Colby fell asleep behind the stick during patrol. Was discovered he abused alcohol, the ship has been dry for a week. Colby was most likely suffering from with drawl symptoms. Jumped by pirates at 20:59:20, forced the R4 unit to wake up Colby. Not enough time before the fighter was destroyed at 21:00:03. Family has been notified. Saber is being updated to include different species with deep sleep, hurt and meditation patterns for a vital scan to identify the problem sooner.

    Sound wave transmission recorded by Saber

    “Slate is clean, nothing on scanners, all wings report in status,” Fress spoke in a neutral tone.

    “All clear lead,” Blue Three reported.
    “All clear lead,” Blue Four reported
    //All clear lead// R4 and R6 transmitted.
    “R4 and R6, status on pilots’ health, why are you answering for Blue five and Blue eight?” Fress questioned in a anxious tone. “Is something wrong?”

    //Pilot is healthy and unhurt, asked not to be disturbed.// R4 reported.

    “Put me through to the pilots immediately,” Fress commanded the tone in her voice slowly growing angry.

    //Negative, pilot has requested not to be disturbed. Meditating,// R6 reported.

    “We’re on patrol, there will be time for meditation later,” Fress pointed out. “Put me through immediately or I will recommend a partial memory wipe for disobeying a direct order.”

    Silence: “Sorry Commander, will keep my head in the game.”

    “Quick messing around R6,” A minute later. “Lead to flight, pirates at twelve o clock and possibly hostile, power up weapons and get ready for evasive maneuvers, click your comms twice to copy.” Four clicks could be heard followed by four beeps from the droids. “Saber, give me a vital readings scan on five and eight.

    Silence: ”What? How could they be asleep behind the stick? Lead to R4 and R6, wake them up now, that is a direct order overriding command code twelve,”

    //Waking up now.// An explosion could be heard followed by dead static.

    Recommendations from Command staff crew: Bring Commander Colias up to speed on alcohol abuse and to recognize with drawl symptoms sooner. It will allow her to address the issue sooner.

    Commanding Staff crew: Admiral Darick Cora
    First Witness: General Anakin Skywalker
    Second Witness: General Obi-Wan Kenobi

    Fress closed her eyes as she listened to the wave. She couldn’t believe that happened under her watch. “Saber, is Arkanian still listed for vital scans?” She questioned with a frown. She knew it was but she had a feeling Jeth may try to use it against her.

    //It is, you programmed to make sure I had several different species programmed in,// Saber answered.

    “I know,” Fress leaned against the seat again. “I can’t believe I have to deal with something like this again. Makes me wish alcohol was never invented. It makes you acts desperate to get a small taste to quell with drawl symptoms. Life’s short enough as it is.”

    //Transmissions are compiled into one file, copy has been made, file number twentyeightthreeone,// Saber reported. //Transition back to real space, ten minutes and counting.//

    “Thanks Saber, I know I can always depend on you,” Fress said with a slight smile. She hoped Jeth didn’t file but she had a feeling it maybe unavoidable.

    Tag No one
    Last edited by JediFalcon, Oct 16, 2012
  9. Bravo Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Sep 10, 2001
    star 6
    OOG: I am not ignoring tags (it may seem that way); I am simply trying to finish this story plot for Jason Lasso, so we all understand why the PM questions are being asked for your characters. I am sorry for any delays.


    IC: Lord Alic Tarfa, Jason Lasso
    "Abandoned" temple, Northern Mountains, daytime, Planet of Jod, night


    Lasso and the Jod escorts walked through a long vine overran corridor; the only light they had was a torch the woman had pulled off the wall at the entrance. There was the sound of running water up ahead. Their guide lead them into a vast chamber, lit by multiple torches long the wall, that had a long ramp heading downwards into a large open spring; along the rounded stone brick wall, which saw vine incursion as well, was a waterfall through the wall.

    "No one way go beyond this point," The woman said, but then pointed, "You have been destined by the Force to proceed," She stepped to the side and looked at Jason's hesitation, "Go. Now."

    Jason looked to Alic, who nodded, "Go. We'll be here if anything goes wrong. This is the destiny of the Mercs. You must unlock what it is."

    Jason nodded and marched forward, but the lady stopped him, "Your weapons will not serve you."

    Jason looked at the woman and marched on, down the ramp, and into the water. He stopped and looked back to everyone back up top; he then looked out to the spring and realized something was off about it: it seemed to move like one being in the middle. As he marched further in, holding his rifle close to him, the spring water gave way to a liquid substance that moved up his body, clinging to him, as he marched deeper in. Lasso looked back to where Alic and the Jod were and, suddenly before he could see them, he was sucked downward. It was like flying through a tunnel in space before he was emptied out into a stone room.

    He coughed up the liquid that got into his mouth, now coming out as water again.

    "First time, I take it?" Asked a voice.

    Jason looked up to find the voice; he saw the room, old thick wood tables covered in books, blueprints, and machines of weird types. Candles gave light to the room, but there seemed to be no entrance or exit; a single bed sat off to one wall with a night stand with a single candle on it and a crude old form of a bathroom next to that with no privacy or walls. A kitchen and sink sat on the opposite wall of the bed and bathroom: there was food cooking on the stove and filled the room with sweet smells.

    Lasso found the voice, a older human looking male wearing robes of some kind. The old man was smiling with a old type of writing tool in his hand as he wrote on a piece of paper.

    "Who are you?" Jason asked.

    "I am the Exemplar. But a better question to ask is where are you?" Jason grabbed his rifle, "Do not worry, I will not harm you. Come, you must be hungry. The LORD told me to expect a visitor. You must be him."

    "I'm not hungry," Jason replied.

    "As is your wish," The man said, stood up, and then walked over and helped Jason up, "Now I'm sure your here for answers, am I correct?"

    Jason nodded, "Yes."

    The man nodded and waved his hand in front of them both, as if activating a invisible object in front of them. Suddenly in mid air appeared old paper with designs, diagrams, and blueprints of humanoid bodies of varies sexes and sizes with different clothes, equipment, armor, and weapons by each. Jason was very quickly able to define who these people were.

    "The Mercs..." Jason breathed.

    The old man nodded, Yes."

    Jason shook his head, "But---but I don't understand."

    "The Mercs have been destined to rid the galaxy of a great evil. King Alex "The Just" saw this and was willing to sacrifice everything to secure your safety by Jod forces. Even at his own death and his Queen's lost of the throne. The King knew what needed to be done and he did it. As does "The Council" and...Taller."

    "You mean Captain Rick Taller?"

    "Well, yes. Who else would I mean?"

    "But..." Jason shook his head, "The Captain never talked about this stuff. In fact, he hardly believed in the Kingdom of Jod, let alone any form of religion. He just wanted to restore the Jedi Order and the Old Republic and see the deaths of the Emperor and Darth Vader. He wanted revenge."

    "Yes, all those things are true. But he beleived in you," The man said, pointing a finger into Jason's chest, "And the rest of the Mercs to do what he could never do."

    "What is that?"

    "To fight injustice with justice. To fight lies with truth. And to fight darkness with light. Taller could never had done that and he knew it. He was too consumed by his hatred for the Empire. The deaths of the Emperor and Darth Vader would not end his grief and he knew it."

    "Then what would?"

    "The hope for the future: The Mercs. You, Sydney, Havah, Kasumi, Fress, Josch, Yavscout, Aurora, Atin, and all past and future Mercs. Including Winterkill. And even Captain Timothy Stakes. The future of the galaxy didn't rest in Taller's bent revenge, but in the next generation. As it always does. Taller knew that if he could survive just long enough to see them---the Merc's starfighter pilots---then he knew the hope for the future would be secure. No matter what the Emperor or Vader did, the future had it's hope....it's heroes. The Mercs would now have to take a natural course of transformation from mercenaries to Guardians of the Galaxy. To become, as the Prophecy of he Select Chosen says: Like shooting fires across the stars, they will be the galaxy's heroes in it's most desperate need and darkest hour. They will be like wild fire to the civilizations, not heeding to control or authority, but wild and rogue in heart and spirit. Heroes of justice, of right, of nobleness. Of volition they will be. Of character will shape their path. Guardians of the Stars they will be known as. The Mercs are those 'Like shooting fires across the stars.'"

    "How did Taller know?"

    "How do you know the truth?"

    "What do you mean?"

    "You know the truth in your heart. Taller knew that same truth of the LORD. He just...had his differences with the LORD. But he nonetheless had a vision from the LORD and believed in it, believed in it more then anything else in this galaxy. That vision was the Mercs' pilots."

    "Okay...well, now what? What do we do now?"

    "You become the hope of the future and each one of you in the Mercs has a part in it. All of you are part of a greater puzzle that, when put together, works. But, separate from each other, you do not form the puzzle and there is no hope to be found for the future."

    "Okay," Jason said and pointed towards the floating diagram paper with the Mercs on it, "What part am I?"

    "If you make yourself more than just a man, if you devote yourself to an ideal, and if they can't stop you, then you become something else entirely. [1]"

    "What to I become?"

    "A legend [2]. You have faith in the hope of the future. Your greatest strength to the Mercs is your strength for a better future through your faith for that future. You will inspire the Mercs and others because of your faith. You will become their strength---their hope for light---in the darkest of times. But you will also become a legend among others. And it will cost you."

    "What will it cost me?"

    "Only you and the LORD know that."

    "And the others?" Jason asked, "Havah? Kasumi? Yav'? Everyone else?"

    "In time. But first, you must know you, before I tell you of the others..."


    TBC
    OOG: I want to give everyone as much time as possible to get me those PMs before I continue this post. But I hope I gave a good first impression of what the PMs will start to look like. I still have more to add to this, but I hope it is a good impression so far.


    References:

    [1] Batman Begins (2005), movie
    [2] Batman Begins (2005), movie
  10. Sith-I-5 Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Aug 14, 2002
    star 5
    IC: Engineer Bromley, Deck Three, Delicate Delinquent


    Bromley did not know if it was anything to do with this fellow, Circuit, but the droid noises was much more muted than it had been, and he was able to breathe, hear, all that stuff.

    He cast his eyes over the other engineers and techs in the Repair Hall, including that Palso fellow that had come down a bit earlier.

    “Remember,” he said to the room, “our priorities are getting defenders, and then guides, together. Everything else can wait.”

    A nearby R2 unit warbled something plaintively at him.

    Bromley turned to it, and bowed down to bring himself closer to it’s level. “What happened to your crew? We are your new crew?”

    It whistled again.

    “Oh, your old crew. They are safe, don’t you worry. They told us to look after you and your friends.” Bromley had no idea what had happened to the cruiser’s original crew. Whatever had happened, had occurred several steps before his involvement.

    So best to reassure the little droid, and maybe get it’s memory wiped later when they got the chance.

    Hey Bromley, want to take a look at this first one?

    Bromley looked up in surprise. “Wow, you work fast! Okay, hang on a sec’.” He tried to find some footing between the mouse droids underfoot, only to be rewarded with some screeching as he inadvertently. He hastily withdrew. “Alright, frag it. Life is too short. Okay, Circuit, I’ll trust you. Tell it to head up to one of the gun turrets, any one, attach itself, and notify the bridge that it is in place. Oh yes, does it have a name?”

    Tag: Coffee

    OOC: Okay-dokey, the Interdictor would normally have 20 quad laser turrets, placed along the starboard and port equators; along the top spine in front of the command tower (accessed from Deck Fourteen), and there would normally be two behind the hangar entrance on the ventral (bottom) hull, to protect that area, but those two got destroyed earlier by the Hard Eight frigate.

    Coffee
    , I am happy to run the droid up there, once Circuit has sent it on its way. Or you can if you want.
  11. Falcon Chosen One

    Member Since:
    Feb 7, 2002
    star 8
    IC: Fress Colias
    Hyperspace

    Fress leaned back as Saber brought up Red’s file. She had hardened herself on the issues of drinking in excessive amounts after this incident. She didn’t see too much of a choice. She sat there for the next seven minutes debating whether or not she should show this one to Havah. She had some dark demons she had yet to face from her past and this situation was no exception. She didn’t know what good it would do, it seems the harder she tried with him. The more he seemed to clam up. “Saber, transfer this one to Havah as well and keep a copy,” it wasn’t her fault and the two pilots decided to have their droids ignore her. She still had a smidge of guilt lingering from the incident for not pressing the issue further. He was stubborn and hard headed like Havah was. Not again, she thought with a slight quirk to her lip.

    Name: Red Krath
    Species: Arkanian
    Age: twenty-seven
    Home Planet: Arkania
    Active Status: Deceased
    Military status: Lieutenant
    Flag ship assigned: Defender
    Commanding officer: Commander Fress Colias
    Date and time of Death: 21:00:10 14 06 08 After battle of Naboo
    Reason: Saber reported Lieutenant Krath fell asleep behind the stick during patrol. Was discovered he abused alcohol, found a suicide note in Krath’s room with an empty bottle of meds. The meds mixed with alcohol is known to cause a coma like state, reason for committing is unknown. Jumped by pirates at 20:59:20, forced the R6 unit to wake up Krath. R6 reported Krath was in a coma like state as the fighter was caught up in the fire ball from Colby’s fighter at 21:00:10. Family has been notified. Saber is being updated to include different species with deep sleep, hurt and meditation patterns for a vital scan to identify the problem sooner.

    Sound wave transmission recorded by Saber

    “Slate is clean, nothing on scanners, all wings report in status,” Fress spoke in a neutral tone.

    “All clear lead,” Blue Three reported.
    “All clear lead,” Blue Four reported
    //All clear lead// R4 and R6 transmitted.
    “R4 and R6, status on pilots’ health, why are you answering for Blue five and Blue eight?” Fress questioned in a anxious tone. “Is something wrong?”

    //Pilot is healthy and unhurt, asked not to be disturbed.// R4 reported.

    “Put me through to the pilots immediately,” Fress commanded the tone in her voice slowly growing angry.

    //Negative, pilot has requested not to be disturbed. Meditating,// R6 reported.

    “We’re on patrol, there will be time for meditation later,” Fress pointed out. “Put me through immediately or I will recommend a partial memory wipe for disobeying a direct order.”

    Silence: “Sorry Commander, will keep my head in the game.”

    “Quick messing around R6,” A minute later. “Lead to flight, pirates at twelve o clock and possibly hostile, power up weapons and get ready for evasive maneuvers, click your comms twice to copy.” Four clicks could be heard followed by four beeps from the droids. “Saber, give me a vital readings scan on five and eight.

    Silence: ”What? How could they be asleep behind the stick? Lead to R4 and R6, wake them up now, that is a direct order overriding command code twelve,”

    //Waking up now.// An explosion could be heard followed by dead static.

    //Seems to be in a coma state,// R6 reported, dead static followed as a second explosion was heard.

    “Flight lead to Defender, two pilots are down and pirates are hostile. Requesting backup assistance.”

    “Defender to Flight lead, the rest of your squadron has been notified. ETA is three minutes.”

    “Copy Defender, flight lead out.”

    Recommendations from Command staff crew: Bring Commander Colias up to speed on signs of potential suicide. It will allow her to seek help for the men under her command quicker.

    Commanding Staff crew: Admiral Darick Cora
    First Witness: General Anakin Skywalker
    Second Witness: General Obi-Wan Kenobi

    “Saber, how long do we have before we come out of hyperspace?” Fress questioned as she glanced down.

    //Two minutes,// Saber answered as Fress pulled the helmet back over her head.

    Fress reached for the hyperspace lever counting down the seconds to converse back to real space. “As soon as we leave hyperspace, scan for the SOJ . As soon as Cody, Jeth, and Kasumi come out. We’ll head over together.”

    //Yes Mistress,// Saber answered as Fress pulled down on the hyperspace lever. The lines turned into dots as her trusty droid beeped at her. //Scanning now.// The droid tweeted as Fress glanced behind her waiting. //The Sword of Justice is to your port side, at five degrees, three one two.//

    “Thanks Saber,”Fress clicked her comm unit as she saw the headhunter pop out of hyperspace. She knew the other two weren't too far behind, she opened communications with the SOJ. “Sword of Justice, this is Guardians Flight Lead. Lower the shield, ETA is three minutes.”

    Tag all
    Last edited by JediFalcon, Oct 18, 2012
  12. Bravo Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Sep 10, 2001
    star 6
    OOG:

    UPDATE (from below OOG): With all the research I just did for the armor suit below...yea, didn't get the "bulk" of the post done. :( I'm sorry all. Hoping to have this Lasso / PM's post done in the next day or two. I'm so sorry for the delay. I'm such a detailed person that I get sucked into research and making everything look and function right that I forget timing. I'm so sorry for the delay (again). :(

    As for the Sword of Justice, if it hasn't already been done (since I haven't checked tags yet today), lets get all the starfighter pilots who are going to the SOJ on the ship so we can get to the Kingdom of Jod and get the storyline moving.


    ***************


    Hoping to have the bulk of this done by tonight. Still plugging away at it as much as I can.

    I've been doing endless research into body armor, from the Star Wars galaxy to other related and non related sci-fi movies and comics. After 3 days of research, I'm popped and on my last day of it (today), I finally found a solution. I'm not trying to be cheap (ask my fiancee...I was looking up sci-fi modeled helmets for 2 hours two nights ago), but the Batsuit from Dark Knight and Dark Knight Rises seems to fit the bill perfectly. A few things would be changed, naturally, so I'm not Batman in the game (even the thought of Batman in the Star Wars galaxy makes me want to punch myself for thinking it :p).

    So, with that said, let me give you the details here in OOG to help explain the IC below.

    [IMG]


    Details

    • The torso and arm armor (hands, arms, shoulders, chest, mid-section down to belt) would remain the same. Armor would be the same Batsuit mix ("...bodysuit is made of hardened kevlar plates on titanium-dipped tri-weave fibers and is broken into multiple pieces of armor over a more flexible bodysuit for greater mobility." [1]) Add in there that the kevlar plates have been upgraded to blaster armor that is equal in ratio, weight, and protection that the kevlar would be to bullets. Also add in there that the titanium-dipped tri-weave fibers and kevlar equal blaster armor have been laced with Cortosis-weave armor.
    • The groin armor, leg armor, and boots would remain the same (and be upgraded where applicable to equal blaster armor) and feature Cortosis-weave armor.
    • Keep the cape, remove any Bat Symbols or other Batman related themes, and have cape be Armorweave.
    Removing

    1. Remove the Bat Symbol across the chest and leave blank. Also, remove blades in gauntlets and leave just black.
    2. Remove the Bat Belt and replace with a similar looking all black belt with no symbols.
    3. Remove the helmet
    Adding

    • An Imperial Stormtrooper body glove under the armor.
    Helmet

    • The helmet would be as close to head forming as possible with the specs of an Imperial Stormtrooper helmet (see Stormtrooper armor). Everything has been reduced in size on the helmet (no bulky filters as with the stormtrooper helmet). Although this reduction in size has cost the helmet, in that, everything that the stormtrooper helmet can do is cut by 50% in length of time by the smaller versions in my suit's helmet.
    • The helmet would look like the "Lost in Space" Battle Armor, without the rivet look, and instead have a smooth looking surface.
    • The helmet's "eyes" would be yellow in color.
    • The communication system would have the familiar Stormtrooper filter noise while speaking to the outside world.
    Equipment
    (Note: Based off of Stormtrooper Armor, with additions)

    Weapons

    • 1 E-11 blaster rifle
    • 2 WESTAR-34 blaster pistols (black hip holsters along both outside thighs)
    • 1 Combat Knife (In black holster, upside down---with handle downwards instead of upwards---below right shoulder)
    • 1 throwing knife on upper part of left gauntlet (in a build-in scabbard for the knife in the gauntlet)
    • 2 Phrik Gladius (on back, with hilts facing downward---instead of upwards---for removal from black scabbard.
    • 2 Lightsabers (green blade); have yet to obtain, need to "build them" (not part of armor right now). Will replace both swords.
    Coloring

    • Whole Armor; would have a gray color scheme (see "Warm / Cool gray," bottom gray color in the right box)
    • Left Shoulder and Left Breast (Chest); a checker scheme of black and yellow boxes would cascade down (not like a waterfall, but in a designed formal way) from where the left shoulder and neck are, across the front and width and side of the left shoulder, down the side armor of the shoulder, then down on the left breast of the armor, ending just under the left breast.
    • Helmet; yellow eyes (as already stated above) with whole helmet same gray color as the rest of the armor.
    • Cape is black.
    • Boots are the gray armor color.
    • Holsters, scabbards, and belts are black.

    Special Ability

    • The armor suit can function as a starfighter flight suit
    • Like with stormtrooper armor, can survive in the vacuum of space (but only for 10 minutes, not 20 minutes)
    • Helmet features an advanced HUD device for the user (will explain IC ASAP)

    *************************************************





    IC: Jason Lasso
    Another Time, "The Ancient Scrolls"


    "Before I go any further into this 'saving the galaxy' business, I want to know something," Lasso asked the old man.

    "Sure, go ahead."

    "What is this place?"

    "That's it?"

    "That's what?"

    "That's it? Of all the 'tell me one thing before we' statements in the history of existence, you ask that. You could ask for the 'Answer to the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe, and Everything'?" [1]

    "That's easy. The answer is 42."

    "You watched that holo vid too? Don't want to ask about the winning lottery number?"

    "It's probably rigged by the Empire."

    "True."

    "So...my question?"

    "Ah, yes. Your in Another Time. To be more precise, your in the Ancient Scrolls."

    "How can that be?"

    "It's called prophecy," The old man waved off a reply from Lasso, "No need. I've tried figuring it out for years and I finally came to the fact that it's too complex to understand. Unless you want to try to give yourself a headache, well then, be my guest and try to figure it out."

    "That's alright...so what now? Super hero power suit with rocket launchers and body tight spandex to match?"

    "I'm on a budget."

    "Scrap the rocket launcher, keep the awkward spandex?"

    "About that," The old man chuckled, waved a hand and watched the floating paper vanish, then walked over to a wooden closet. He opened it and Jason's eyes opened wide, "Put it on. I'll explain everything then."


    **************************

    Short time later


    Jason flexed his black gloved hand, "Nice. Does it come with a coffee maker?"

    "That costs extra," The old man took a step back and observed his work, "Not bad for being stuck in a work room with no windows or doors. Haven't lost it yet then," The man cleared his throat and looked at Lasso, "Yes, right, so your non-crotch forming spandex uniform..."

    "I'm liking it so far," Jason commented, moving the armor around to get a feel for it, "Flexibility with strength."

    "Yes, but don't get any crazy ideas about standing up in a blaster fight and thinking you'll survive. It's not designed for that. It's designed for reasonable protection and flexibility, not to be an armored tank suit."


    TBC



    References


    [1] Batsuit
    [2] Phrases from The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
    [3] (Picture of Batman in Dark Knight Rising); I can't find the website link I used.
    Last edited by Bravo, Oct 18, 2012
  13. Bravo Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Sep 10, 2001
    star 6
    OOG: Just trying to hack away at this Lasso story line one post at a time.

    Sith, let me know if you think the moving of the character of "He" from the Imperial Justice, in this instance, would be considered a step too close to god-modding. I'll void the post if you feel it is. :) I'm on the line whether it is or not.



    IC: "He"
    Deep Space, several days prior to the events with the Javin Bucket


    It was standard Imperial practice to dump junk before a hyperspace jump; well "He" had accidentally taken a line from a future holo vid that would be named Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back and floated away with the junk the next time the Imperial Justice exited hyperspace and re jumped into hyperspace. The last the Jedi ninja had observed was the fact that the Imperial Tactical Captain's life he had saved, he hoped, would be the "ace in the hole" when things got hot. Most likely a Imperial who wouldn't turn his allegiance, but He hoped that his loyalty to the citizens of the Empire would be enough for the Imperial Tactical to answer the call when He placed a call for help in.

    Other then that, he assumed that the Imperial Justice would meet up with the Darkest Night and the Terminator and the 3 Star Destroyers would head to wherever he needed to be to stop the Empire.

    That's what the tracking beacon was for; placed in the now deceased Captain's quarters, in his closet in an old overused pair of boots stuffed in an old box. The beacon would alert "He" to the Imperial Jutsice's immediate movements, that was, until someone cleaned out the deceased Captain's quarters. But the immediate was all he needed. When the beacon programed for long range transmission on a communication band that only the Kingdom of Jod knew about, the KOJ would have a inside "mole".

    For now, He found himself between junk and junk, floating in the deepness and darkness of cold space, a vac suit and two hours of air all that stood between him and death. Thus the meaning of trusting in the LORD and His plans.

    The retreating aft of the Imperial Justice quickly zoomed into hyperspace, leaving He all alone. That was until a freighter the Raider's Glory found him and picked him up, en route on a mercenary mission for a Hilick Soal and rescuing a one Jason Lasso. It seemed that the rift in the church was growing and even his once loyal brothers were starting to question the church's authority. And now it seemed the LORD had used his brothers' decisions to rescue him and reunite him with Jason Lasso. For now, at least.


    ****************************

    Kingdom of Jod, same day of Lasso's arrival on the Planet of Jod


    "He" was driven by the Force. His home planet amiss, his own death faked in the trash----as were all of his 4 other brothers---and now the five Jedi ninjas were on their own. They had split their forces to various needs within the Kingdom of Jod, one even going to the Royal Palace. The news he brought back was most unsettling, but the Jedi ninjas moved in the shadows as the civil war raged on.

    That was until they two of them, one being "He" himself, stumbled across a ruined temple in the Northern Mountains days before Jason Lasso and his Jod escorts would arrive.


    TBC
  14. Falcon Chosen One

    Member Since:
    Feb 7, 2002
    star 8
    I have Bravo’s stamp of approval to pull you all out of hyperspace and land in the Sword of Justice.

    IC: Fress Colias/ Cody
    Landing in the Sword of Justice

    “Sword of Justice to Guardian Lead, we copy. Follow the markers into the hangar bay. Lowering shields in two minutes.”

    ”I copy Sword of Justice, ETA two minutes,” Fress answered as Saber tweeted at her. She glanced down and noted both Jeth and Kasumi were not out of hyperspace. “Lead to Flight, Sword of Justice is to our port. Markers will blaze the trail to the assigned hangar bay.”

    Fress heard clicks from everyone as she led the way towards the hangar bay. As she neared the hangar bay she noticed the shield was still in place. “Lead to Control, lower the shields."

    “Lowering the shields now.”

    Fress landed her fighter down on the deck as she noticed Cody settling down in beside her as Kasumi and Jeth landed their fighters in behind her. “Lead to Control we’re home. Raise the shields.”

    “Raising the shields now. Welcome home, Guardian Squadron.”

    “Thanks Control,” Fress pulled her helmet off and reached up to push the cockpit open. She was in need of some serious rest and couldn't wait to get settled into her cabin. She noticed Saber had already evacuated the X-wing.

    Fress climbed down the ladder as Cody waited for her below. “Don’t say a word.”

    “Why?” Cody questioned with a frown. “I’m thinking of Red and Kyle…”

    “I know,” Fress commented with a serious expression. “When I joined this group, I wasn’t expecting to walk into a similar situation. He’s just as stubborn and hard headed as Red.”

    “Have you thought about having an actual conversation instead of some head biting?” Cody questioned. “I can tell you’re pretty irritated when you start head biting and if you feel like knocking something around. Just let me know ahead of time so I can trick someone into some quick credits.”

    Fress smiled and shook her head. “You’re something else, Cody,” she glanced towards the X-wing Jeth was in as Saber rolled up to her and twittered.

    //Should I give him the file?// Saber questioned.

    “Not yet, I want to talk with him about it first,” Fress answered with a frustrated sigh. “And maybe review it with him. I just want Jeth to know where I’m coming from and why I have such a dim view on the issue. I made Red my Deuce, I trusted him and he killed himself while on Patrol? I never understood why either.”

    “It’s not your fault, Fress,” Cody pointed out in a sombre tone. “Do you have some credits on you I could borrow?”

    “Sure,” Fress reached into her pocket and handed him a four credits. “Here, don’t worry about giving them back.”

    “Thanks,” Cody pocketed them. “When was the last time you got some sleep?”

    “What are you planning?” Fress questioned with a raised brow.

    “That’s for me to know, and you to find out,” Cody answered with a frown. “Go get some sleep then think about how you want to talk with Jeth.”

    Fress gave a doubtful frown as she glanced at Saber. “I’ll get my stuff later. Let’s go find someone who knows where we are bunking.”

    Saber beeped in agreement as Cody walked over to Jeth’s fighter. Not seeing the Arkanian around he climbed up the ladder as the cockpit opened. The droid was still in the socket letting him know the male was still around. He looked down at Jeth in the cockpit with a frown. “Hey sleeping beauty, want a drink? I’m buying. But you have to listen to a story and not drone me out. What do you say?”
    -----------------------------
    Fress walked around the hangar bay as she looked for someone to talk with. She glanced around and noticed Kasumi had yet to come out of her fighter. She smiled tightly as she hoped to find someone soon.

    @ Jeth @ Bravo @ Coffee
    All
    Last edited by JediFalcon, Oct 19, 2012
  15. Coffee_Ninja Jedi Master

    Member Since:
    Jul 29, 2011
    star 1
    IC: Kasumi
    Landing on the SOJ

    Kasumi powered her X-wing down after landing and took a moment to breath. Buddy was being unloaded as she popped open her cockpit, took her helmet off and stepped out. She set foot on the deck and waited for Buddy.

    "Hey there. Good to see you out of there."

    (Thanks. Good to be on...solid ground?)

    "Solid ground works."

    Kasumi smiled at Fress.

    "You doing ok?"

    Tag: Fress
  16. Coffee_Ninja Jedi Master

    Member Since:
    Jul 29, 2011
    star 1
    IC: Kasumi
    Landing on the SOJ

    Kasumi powered her X-wing down after landing and took a moment to breath. Buddy was being unloaded as she popped open her cockpit, took her helmet off and stepped out. She set foot on the deck and waited for Buddy.

    "Hey there. Good to see you out of there."

    (Thanks. Good to be on...solid ground?)

    "Solid ground works."

    Kasumi smiled at Fress.

    "You doing ok?"

    Tag: Fress
  17. Falcon Chosen One

    Member Since:
    Feb 7, 2002
    star 8
    IC: Fress Colias/ Cody
    Hangar Bay Sword of Justice

    "You doing ok?"

    Fress shook her head no as she leaned against the fighter crossing her arms. “No I’m not,” she took a deep breath and slowly released it. She felt some of the fight leave her. “Two of my best men had drinking problems while on the front lines. One committed suicide while on patrol and the other was trying to escape with drawl symptoms. I trusted them and they were killed the second we were jumped by pirates in the outer rim. Meditation or sleep, whatever he wants to call it, he’s not the first one to tell his droids to answer his com calls for him or fake them either. The last thing that needs to happen is me taking this position from dead cold fingers.”

    @ Coffee
  18. Sith-I-5 Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Aug 14, 2002
    star 5
    IC: "The Professor" (PRF-1299), "Simone" (SIM-0702), Crusader lounge.

    The three spacetroopers listened to the Mandalorians.

    "Mercs, they called themselves the Mercs." The older one observed aloud, "Some kind of mercenary band would be my guess."

    "Ya think" Simone interjected over Taab's continued words.

    He crossed to a nearby console and sat down, "If they are mercenaries, they certainly have their share of issues."

    The boy seemed a bit put out by something. "The Empire would just..." He bit his lower lip as he thought a bit more. "But if no one would care...and we were hired anyway, then you all must know something. Just why was that ship abandoned anyway?"

    "Truth is, we don't know." Simone admitted slowly.

    "But, we do have theories." The quietest member said.

    "The Silence speaks!" SIM observed, raising her eyebrows in more surprise. "And, we do?"

    "What happened to the ship, and then us being pulled off it, rather than being allowed to tackle the hijackers-"

    "Well, we tackled them a bit." The Professor pointed out. "Firefight in the TIE hangar, remember?"

    "One team, maybe two. No, if our whole platoon had been allowed to, no-one would have been able to stand up to us; we have taken down whole pirate crews for Feth's sake! So I reckon Intelligence must be running some kind of sting, and we stumbled into the middle of it. Captain Sard could not withdraw us fast enough when he realised the ship was moving."

    SIM-0702 said nothing, running her forefinger along the indented lines between the gaming board's black and grey sectors. There was a reason, not as good as the conspiracy theories flying around, that might have warranted their evac. Some of the suits were running short of power, and a spacetrooper in an unpowered suit was just a stormtrooper in an eventual death trap.

    The Professor stood in the cramped space between the seating and the table, and extracted something from the small white cylinder at the back of his armour, that was supposed to be an thermal detonator. He flicked his hand, and with a flap noise, a octagonal white plastic sheet settled over the game board, almost the perfect size.

    "What the hell are you doing?"

    There were saucer-sized olive-green circles, rimmed in yellow, around the edge, while a ridged black circle in the center seemed to spring up from the middle, and solidify into a centimetre-high circular wall, which then crackled with a low-level of blue energy.
    "Everyone is getting so serious, so, Sabacc! Staves are Wild!"

    "This is their home!" She protested, then waved a hand at Atin, and it helped that he was biting one of his lips, "With an impressionable boy present. You can't just turn the place into a casino!"

    "But they've already got a gaming table."

    "Doesn't matter. Probably came with the ship." She looked across to Taab. "I'm sorry. His Clonemaster dropped him as a baby."

    "Hey!"

    Tag: @Atin and Taab

    OOC: Do not expect me to roleplay having a game of Sabacc. I would have to relearn the rules, and I don't have time for that. That is just the way the post turned out.




    IC: General Perez (Jod npc), Sword of Justice' hangar

    The vast hangar bay was not a place you could see across easily, or observe all that was going on, all at the same time, so the General had commandeered a nearby Nen-Carvon Mobile Command Base, a silver-hulled, caterpillar-tracked behemoth, and had some techs lay a thick black data cable along the hangar deck from the vehicle, into a port where it could hook him up with the hangar surveillance systems.

    Now he cpuld see everywhere at once, hear everything that he selected, to start this training that Stakes had asked off him.

    The MCB vehicle was favoured by Imperial governors on chaotic worlds, because of its heavy armour, and secondary armoured capsul inside filled with repeater screens, holo and satellite imagery, all the stuff you needed to direct a battle.

    He watched to see if any of the deck-hands thought to place 'trip hazard ' A-boards along where the data cable ran, then switched over to watch and listen to them dealing with the landing Merc starfighters.

    Lead to Control, lower the shields."

    Lowering the shields now.

    Four fighters settled onto the deck. “Lead to Control we’re home. Raise the shields.

    Raising the shields now. Welcome home, Guardian Squadron.

    Thanks Control,


    He made a note to find out if "Control" was his bailiwick, or Hilton's.

    In case the pilots had opinions on the hangar staff, he manipulated ceiling holocams to follow them, zoom in on them, and twiddled the sound dials with fat fingers to try to hear what they were saying.

    Perez zoomed in on the femme with a face like a slapped choob, as she leaned against a starfighter, while SoJ hangar techs attached re-fuelling conduits to ports on the craft's hull.

    Actually, it sounded private; the General turned his attentions elsewhere.

    Tag: no-one
    Last edited by Sith-I-5, Oct 20, 2012
  19. Sith-I-5 Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Aug 14, 2002
    star 5
    IC: Chief Engineer Tim Williams, Technician Flavin, Samanatha Irisa, Sergeant Vestor, command deck, and Main Hangar respectively. The Delicate Delinquent interdictor cruiser.


    Tim unclipped the orange rank card that he had been given, and flicked it onto Flavin's console. "Well, this obviously isn't worth the plastic it is printed on."

    Flavin looked up at the tiny sound, picked it up, asnd turned it around so he could read the letters himself. "G.S.O. Guardian Squadron Officer?"

    The engineer looked at the Jod. "Are you an officer?"

    "Nope."

    "And her?" Williams nodded to Irisa.

    "Of course not."

    "So if I tell you to bring in the Mother, how come you are telling me it can't be done?"

    Samantha looked over at him. "What, compromise our-"

    "No, he's right." Flavin sighed, putting up a hand. "How can we hope to make up a crew if we are ignoring the hierarchy before we have even got everyone on board. Bump the Mother up to land next."

    "But-"

    "No buts. Just do it."

    Samantha sighed, and leaned forward towards the voice-pickup on it's flexible metal curvature. "Mother from 'Delinquent, you are cleared to land as soon as the current shuttle has exited and cleared the bay. Copy?"

    Tim waited a beat, then interjected, "Belay that."

    "Sir?"

    "I just wanted to see if you would do it. Signal the Johnny Boy, and ask them to check by comlink and datapad; see which Mercs are still over there."

    "Uh, Mother, hold position, please. We are um, having technical difficulties." She considered. "Uncle Yav is not aboard yet; so he's probably still on your ship."

    Williams nodded, stroking his beard. "I'll comm him in a minute. He can sign stuff out of the Stores, without me having to go over there. What was the immediate concern you wanted my help on."

    "We had an external explosion at the front of the ship. Imperial team that sealed itself in the bow. We have a hole in the hull, and what I want to know is, can we travel with it?"

    "We got any shield generators up there? Does the shield cover that spot? If it does, we should be able to fly with it." He started glancing around the bridge. "Can they be controlled from up here. Oh yes, how bad is the damage?"

    "We had a Merc pilot get some footage of the breach." Flavin frowned. "Give Vestor a call in the hangar. That pilot should be up here by now."

    * * * *
    Main Hangar

    Vestor let the young-looking Merc mull over the choice, and watched the crew of the current shuttle man-handle a pair of metal boxes that they insisted were flight simulators, and move them to the side of the hangar.

    "These things programmed for TIE fighters too?" He asked, as one crewman clapped the dirt off his hands, and walked back to the shuttle. He seemed to be one of those big bruisers from the Northern Mountains.

    "R.T.F.M."

    "Pardon?"

    "Read the fething manual."

    Vestor reached the foor of the ramp at the reat of the shuttle, and stopped to watch the man duck into his ship. "There's a manual?" There was no answer.

    The new sergeant wasnt having this, calling up the bridge on his comlink. "Bridge, seal the magcon on the Main Hangar. I don't want this shuttle leaving until I have physically got the manual for these simulators in my hand. Pardon?" Vestor glanced towards Mac, who taken off his flak vest and life-support unit, and draped them over one of his droids. "Yeah, I'll tell him."

    The shuttle's ramp sealed, and the landing gear lifted off the floor, the craft reversing smoothly towards the hangar opening.

    Vestor turned to watch the shuttle's progress, while out the corner of his eye, he could see Mac hooking two lightsabres to his belt.

    "Stand by to duck. If they don't notice the shield is still up, this could get messy." The Jod non-com watched with increasing trepidation as the shuttle continued backing to the energey-sealed opening, as if playing chicken with Shield Control.

    It got closer and closer, metre by metre, twenty, fifteen, ten metres, then suddenly stopped, dropping smoothly to the deck with its engines a mere seven metres from shimmering exit shield.

    Vestor exhaled heavily, and bent over, meaty palms going to his knees. "Man, I almost made medical history."

    If Mac had asked for clarification, he would have been told the sergeant thought he was going to have a baby, but instead, the Merc pilot had come to a decision.

    You know Sergeant. My droid and I have information that the bridge requested stored in her memory bank. So all things being equal I think I should deliver that information first and then I wouldn’t mind your ‘exploring’ assignment.

    "Sure kid; go on up." Vestor was still bent over. He took one hand off a knee to point towards the open doors to the hallway outside. "We're on deck four. Gout out the doors, turn left and keep walking all the way till you can walk no further, then take the turbolift up to Deck Thirteen. There will be a nice big white lobby area, where you can take a second turbolift up into the Command Tower. "

    A shadow passed over the sergeant, as someone arrived next to him. "Your simulator manual."
    A dog-eared flimsi book slapped the deck by Vestor's boots.

    "Your simulator manual, Sergeant."

    "And what are you looking at, Blondie?"

    "Oh yeah, pith off the guy with the two lightsabres, why don't you?"

    Tag: @Mac
  20. Bravo Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Sep 10, 2001
    star 6
    IC: Captain Timothy Stakes
    Captain's Ready Room, Sword of Justice, Greater Javin


    "Captain?" Came Control's voice over the comm.

    "Go," Stakes said.

    "Control here, sir. Guardian Squadron has landed. Shields up."

    Stakes nodded, "Acknowledged, Control. Close the blast doors for Red Space."

    "As ordered, Captain. Control clear."

    Stakes switched channels to the ship-wide comm, "Now here this! Now here this! This is the Captain speaking! Prepare for Red Space travel in two minutes. All crews to your stations for Red Space travel."

    Setting his chrono, Stakes stood up and walked to the bridge. The bridge was all business for Red Space travel. "Comms?" Stakes asked, "Can you get hold of the Gettysburg?"

    "Captain, that would expose us to the enemy..."

    "I know," The Captain turned to the nearest Lieutenant, "Find Guardian Squadron. I want them in the briefing room in 20 minutes."

    "Yes, Captain!" The Lieutenant said and ran out of the bridge.

    "Communication line established with the Gettysburg, Captain."

    "In my Ready Room, comms," The Captain said and walked back to his ready room; when he had reentered, there was a life-size imagine of a human Jod, in his fifties, standing there in blue holographic form over the HoloNet Transceiver.

    "By God Timothy, where have you been!" Responded the hologram, "Haven't you got the recall notice from the Royal Palace?"

    Stakes nodded, "I have. And ignored it."

    "Timothy! You know that the penalty of that is death!"

    "Depending on who is sitting on the throne, yes, you are correct. Is my information correct about our Kingdom, John?"

    The older man nodded, "Yes. Civil war. The Queen has been dethroned and what hold-outs against the government change are held up in the Northern Mountains. No one has heard from you or the Authority for months. Search parties have shown nothing, although the other elments of the late King's task force arrived back in the Kingdom."

    "Months on your end, weeks on ours, John. Tell me, where do you stand?"

    John sighed, "You know that answer, Timothy. It's to the Kingdom. I swore allegiance to the Kingdom. As did you."

    "I did. But I also swore to protect the people. As did you."

    "I'm in the military, Timothy. As are you. My duty is to protect the government and the people and follow the orders from the rightful government."

    "The Royal House was the rightful government, John. And you know it."

    "Our people were suffering, Timothy. Even you could see that! So, where does loyalty for government get overridden for the protection and future of our people? Vaska 3 said everything that had to be said. The Front Line Defense Forces were holding. But that was it. Colonies and space stations were always worried for the Beast task force that slipped past our Front Line Defense Forces...and look at Vaska 3. It happened and we paid the price for it! And the Royal House sat there and did nothing!"

    "Even you had to see that Vasks 3 was staged, John! That was no 'slip of the line' Beast task force, ten or twenty vessels max. That was a whole fleet! It was a set-up for the war, can't you see it?"

    "Look, it's not my job to ask questions. It's my job to follow orders. Whether it was a set-up or not, look Timothy, we're in a better place then we were. We have a strong leadership now and a Royal Court that isn't divided anymore. People have hope again. Look, I've served the King and Queen my whole life in the navy, Timothy. You know my service. My loyalty. We were given orders to stay and hold the Front Line from the Royal Palace. I obeyed my orders. When Prime fell...I didn't know what to do. I followed my training. I held the line! Now the Royal Palace has surrendered it's power. All I can do now is hope that maybe the politicians were right. Maybe we had it wrong. Maybe they were right. I'm here for the people, Timothy."

    "You know my loyalty as well, John. And my service."

    "Please Timothy, don't do this."

    "No one saw what I saw. I saw what the King was doing. What his plans were. The Royal House didn't give him a chance."

    "He helped everyone else but his own people, Timothy! How many 'galaxy threats' did he prevent in the Outside Galaxy, while ignoring the problems here at home. One push...just one push from the army and navy and we could have taken the Beast home world and ended this war. Just one push."

    "At how many lives, John?"

    "For the sake of our people, however many it takes. And now the Eminence has promised us what the King was too afriad to do. A all-out assault on the Beast home world to end this war once and for all."

    "By God, that's crazy! The loses would be off the charts! The King had a better way. You have to listen to me. In the---"


    "Timothy, I don't have anymore time for a dead King's promises. Sure, maybe he had a better way. But it was too little, too late. We know the risks for this invasion the Eminence has planned. It's our oath to the people to protect them and that's what we are doing. A good defense is a good offense. And we're finally going on the offensive. Look Timothy, we will loose everything if we don't act soon. The Beasts are growing in numbers and our forces are holding. For now. But they won't hold forever. Look, Timothy, can I beg of you and the Authority to come in? I'm sure we can play it off as a communication malfunction. Nothing more will be said or asked about it. I'll make sure of it."

    "My loyalty is to the King and Queen. To the Royal House. I'm sorry John. You were a great teacher in the academy and even a greater friend."

    "Timothy, I beg of you! Nothing will be said of our communication together. Please, just come in. We can work something out."

    "You know I can't do that."

    "Timothy, if you come into the Kingdom of Jod, you know I will have to stop you."

    "I know...I thought I had a friend on the inside who would understand, who would help. The King had a solution...but he couldn't tell everyone about it."

    "But he told you, Timothy? How can you expect me to believe that, even with your close ties to the Royal House! The top military minds would have known about it way before you, son. Your a line Captain, not a Admiral."

    "Believe what you will, John. Our people will die if Eminence William P. Aragaunt retains the throne."

    "You don't know that."

    "And you don't know that they will survive.There was a reason why the House of Royal Intelligence advised the King against a full-out invasion of the Beast home world. And now that the House of Royal Intelligence has been disbanded along with the Royal House, it seems that those who ignored the advice of the most powerful intelligence gathering organization in the known galaxy is about to get their way. And it will be paid for in blood. Our blood."

    Timothy cut the communication off. Sith it! He had just lost his most powerful ally in the Kingdom's Navy. Now, he truly was on his own. John knew his tactics; John trained him at the Academy. It would be teacher against student. And Timothy knew he had been dealt the losing card. He would have to find a way now to ensure a almost impossible victory, without the King-class Battleship Gettysburg protecting his flank...

    Timothy shook his head and headed for the briefing room. Hopefully the Mercs were punctuational and arrived early. They had a lot to discuss.



    Tag Coffee, Mitth, Falcon
    Last edited by Bravo, Oct 21, 2012
  21. Bravo Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Sep 10, 2001
    star 6
    OOG: Just trying to get you guys something more to tag off of.


    IC: Captain Timothy Stakes
    Conference Room A, Sword of Justice, Greater Javin


    Stakes nodded to the two Naval Guards that flanked the door leading into the briefing room; if not for the Captain's presence, such a guard detail would not be needed, as one more of the Naval Guard stood just inside the room by the door and another one along the far wall.

    Unlike the larger auditorium-style briefing room further down from the bridge, this rectangular-shaped conference room was meant for those small meetings that had to happen quick, usually for the command staff since it was near the bridge, and had privacy. The room had a polished wood finish walls and ceiling, with recessed lights in the ceiling and white carpet. It looked nothing like a warship's briefing room, but once again, for a smaller venue, such luxuries could be afforded.

    There was a long rectangular oak polished table in the middle of the room with a holo projector build into the middle of the table; 8 black chairs with head rests sat around the table, 3 along each side and 1 at each end. The flag of the Kingdom's Navy---a navy blue rectangle with the planet of Jod in the middle surrounded by a golden reef with the words in white around the golden reef: Loyalty, Honor, Service----sat along the far wall. The entrance and exit door was located in the front of the room, along the left wall.

    Stakes took his collection of paper files and data-pads and took a seat at the far end of the table, facing the door entrance...


    Tag Coffee, Mitth, Falcon
  22. Coffee_Ninja Jedi Master

    Member Since:
    Jul 29, 2011
    star 1
    IC: Kasumi
    Hangar Bay Sword of Justice

    Fress shook her head no as she leaned against the fighter crossing her arms. “No I’m not,” she took a deep breath and slowly released it. She felt some of the fight leave her. “Two of my best men had drinking problems while on the front lines. One committed suicide while on patrol and the other was trying to escape with drawl symptoms. I trusted them and they were killed the second we were jumped by pirates in the outer rim. Meditation or sleep, whatever he wants to call it, he’s not the first one to tell his droids to answer his com calls for him or fake them either. The last thing that needs to happen is me taking this position from dead cold fingers.”

    Kasumi had seen that look from other pilots many a time. The look of worry, of concern, and of fear. Not the fear of doing something wrong, but the fear of surpassing someone not because of skill sets, but because of a careless action that lead to a death, or two.

    "I am sorry for your losses before Fress. I truly am. There is an issue with him, but it lies in his own demons...and it is those demons that he needs to face..alone. We can be there to help him down that path, if he so chooses it, but if he does not we can't force his hand. If we did try to force his hand, then it would only give those demons more strength than they have now, and he would loose everything. While I do not agree with sleeping on duty, maybe there is a way to teach him meditation that will help quiet those demons while he is in the cockpit."

    Tag: Fress
  23. Falcon Chosen One

    Member Since:
    Feb 7, 2002
    star 8
    IC: Fress Colias
    Hangar bay Sword of Justice

    "I am sorry for your losses before Fress. I truly am. There is an issue with him, but it lies in his own demons...and it is those demons that he needs to face. alone. We can be there to help him down that path, if he so chooses it, but if he does not we can't force his hand. If we did try to force his hand, then it would only give those demons more strength than they have now, and he would loose everything. While I do not agree with sleeping on duty, maybe there is a way to teach him meditation that will help quiet those demons while he is in the cockpit."

    Fress gave a short nod feeling more of the fight leaves her. All she could do for him now was be there for him, if Jeth allowed it. It was one of her own dark demons she had struggled with. Everyone in the Squadron reassured her it had nothing to do with her but a demon Red was struggling with. And felt suicide was the only way out. The incident had stayed with her strongly through the years. “I just don’t want to be the reason someone died when it could’ve been prevented a head of time. I’m not sure what happened to Jeth to even consider drinking that much, but sometimes they can get into a rut where they feel suicide is the only way out. I don’t know if meditation can help him get away from withdrawal symptoms or not. Sweating, feeling like you weigh a ton, angry out bursts, denial, feeling like you’re trapped, can’t go one day without a drink in your hand. I was forced to read up on someone abusing alcohol and drugs after that incident so I can recognize the signs sooner. Maybe it might help quell anxiety and fear or guilt. What ever it is. I wasn’t held responsible, but it was the biggest wakeup call I ever received. I guess all I can do is be there for him and listen if he wants to talk about it.”

    Tag Kasumi
  24. Bravo Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Sep 10, 2001
    star 6
    OOG: Keep sending in those PMs!!!!!! :)

    Started on the PMs below. No character names mentioned to avoid spoiling anything for anyone's character.

    I talked with a friend, who is a jouster. He told me that the wearing of armor (his knight armor as an example) is just like a another layer of clothes; it doesn't effect how he fights (hand to hand or melee weapon). A course, his experiences are based off of over a decade of being a jouster. Regardless, he said, with training and getting use to any kind of armor, knight or the bat suit he said, it should become second nature to fight with it and not hamper the wearer of the armor. So, there's my official answer on fighting with armor. I wanted to make it realistic with the armor and fighting.



    IC: Jason Lasso
    Another Time, "The Ancient Scrolls"


    "Not an armored tank suit, got it," Lasso replied.

    "But, you'll have to adjust to the suit. Fighting will be different. You'll have to learn the extra weight."

    "That shouldn't be too hard," Jason said.

    The old man chuckled, "That's what you say now. Now the helmet..."

    Jason nodded and picked it up and put it on. Suddenly systems came alive within the helmet; data screens and other information scrolled down the left upper and right upper portions of the "eyes" of his helmet in blue color.

    "The left side is you. Everything about you: body temperature, heart beat, respiration, and other body factors. Included in this is the condition of the armor and what is what and where damage is at or repair is needed. The right side of the helmet is a combination of a sensor array and heat array. Now your HUD also features---" The man threw something across the room and suddenly Jason saw a yellow box tracking it; on the sides of both eyes, on the bottom, Jason saw ammo rates of his blaster weapons, "The yellow box indicates a moving target, until identified as a threat, it will remain yellow. Once you've identified threats, a red box will appear around them and so with a target recital to aim your weapons. In hand-to-hand combat, the HUD tries to estimate the weight, age, speed, and tracks incoming attacks with red boxes. It's designed to give you that upper edge in combat. You are also able to zoom in and out a fair distance with the helmet, listen in on distance conversations to a moderate degree, and have night-vision, thermal vision, see through smoke screens, and have blast and stun protection lenses. Last, your communications are encrypted and if someone acquires your helmet, they won’t be able to use the communications device. Lastly, your helmet can store a limited memory of last locations, persons of interest, journals you record, enemy recordings, visual recordings, and can uplink to any planet’s or space station’s database for up-to-date information.”

    'Impressive. But what's the catch? It sounds too good to be true."

    "Energy. At the base of the helmet is a miniature Diatium power cell; there is a spare one you can put in with your pouches if necessary. During optimal conditions, the battery will last a whole day without having to be recharged. If your in a sunny place, it comes with it's own solar power recharge, but it charges slowly and will only keep a low battery going for so long. You can also plug it into any power socket and it should recharge a dead battery in a matter of hours. Be careful, heavy use of the helmet's devices will drain the battery quicker."

    "Any other catches?" Jason asked.

    The older man sighed, "There is one. The suit...it will change you. Once you put on the helmet, there is no turning back."

    Jason nodded, "Before we proceed. The others...please, let me know."

    The old man nodded and nodded Jason towards a table, unrolling a ancient document, "These are the Ancient Scrolls. A language that has been lost to the sands of time. Only known to a few. I have yet to translate it all but here are a few of your fellow Mercs...

    "One is ready to lay down his life. His symbol will be of the Arkanian Dragon, for out of his heart he will have a fiery rage to find justice in the galaxy and in his own life.

    "Another, her trait will be able to read others like a book when their lying. Her symbol will be fire, because of her fiery nature. She will always be hard to contain, even for the others, but her fiery nature will help the group in many other ways when the times get tough.

    "Another, he is able to survive through anything. Whatever life throws at him, even when knocked down, he gets back up and he helps his friends through the toughest of trials. His symbol is of the wind, because of his free-spirited nature to come and go as he pleases. When loyalty is lost in the galaxy, his loyalty will be found.

    "Another, her greatest trait is to stay calm. Her calm will help the others through the toughest of situations; she also has a drive to learn on how to understand others. Her symbol will be earth, for the earth will bend to her will. The wolf will be in her eyes.

    "Another..." The old man raised an eyebrow, "Odd. His ability to deal with his droid companion. His symbol is water, so he may heal others. I have a feeling the writer of this prophecy added in some God-inspired humor."

    "That's it?" Jason asked.

    "There are others, past, present, and future. But I have yet to translate it all. You try sitting down for hours to translate and only get through a page a day. It's back aching!"

    Jason nodded, "So...awesome non spandex super hero suit. Now what? Go save the galaxy?"

    "Not quite," The old man waved a hand in front of a blank brick wall and the wall dematerialized to show a open grassy plain with rolling hills, "Follow me."

    "I knew there was more to this place then four walls! Hey, by the way, how do you do the hand wavy thing with wall disappearing?"

    "Learn the ways of the Force."

    "Oh. Effort, training, studying...got it."


    TBC
    Last edited by Bravo, Oct 23, 2012
  25. Coffee_Ninja Jedi Master

    Member Since:
    Jul 29, 2011
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    IC: Kasumi
    Sword of Justice Hangar Bay

    "What ever it is. I wasn’t held responsible, but it was the biggest wakeup call I ever received. I guess all I can do is be there for him and listen if he wants to talk about it.”

    "Sometimes listening and just being there is all it takes. There is no guarantee that you will be able to help them even at that, but you have atleast offered to listen. Only they are the ones who can take that advice and open up." Kasumi smiled. "Which we both know to be the case, but there are times that we each forget that. And sometimes silence is the best answer to a problem. Those that are fighting with demons don't want to hear about what they should do, they want to just be surrounded in silence."

    (Silence was too much for me.)

    Kasumi smiled at Buddy. "Yes my friend, I know. You will not have to be alone any longer. "

    Buddy whistled happily and went back to downloading information about the ship and about the x-wing flight.

    Tag: Fress

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    IC: Herc/C.T.
    Delicate Delinquent

    Herc and C.T. made their way to the command center for security. Herc made his way over to Wolf.

    "Any way we can help you here?"

    Tag: Fress

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    IC: Circuit
    Deck Three
    Delicate Delinquent

    Bromley looked up in surprise. “Wow, you work fast! Okay, hang on a sec’.” He tried to find some footing between the mouse droids underfoot, only to be rewarded with some screeching as he inadvertently. He hastily withdrew. “Alright, frag it. Life is too short. Okay, Circuit, I’ll trust you. Tell it to head up to one of the gun turrets, any one, attach itself, and notify the bridge that it is in place. Oh yes, does it have a name?”

    Circuit looked down at the little droid. "Name?"

    (No.)

    Circuit thought for a moment. He had always hated his trooper designation, so he figured the droid didn't like theirs either.

    "How about Fury, since that is what you will unleash on the enemy?"

    There was a whistle of satisfation.

    "Well, Fury, on your way!"

    Circuit watched as the droid made its way to it's designated position.

    "Ok Bromley, who's next?"

    Tag: Sith

    Sith...you can place the droids where you need them.
    Last edited by Coffee_Ninja, Oct 23, 2012
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