Star Wars Those Who No Longer Exist: A Mandalorian RPG

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Those Who No Longer Exist.​

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Tor Vizsla is dead, his Death Watch is gone with him and though they will lick their wounds and rise up again in secret on Concordia, those days lie in the future. Now, with the warrior clans of Death Watch and the True Mandalorians defeated and scattered, there is no challenge to House Kryze and her New Mandalorian followers who vie to rule Mandalore with a velvet fist, exiling the warrior clans from their world. Little do they know that a great war is brewing, a war that will determine the fate of their world, and the entire Galaxy. For now though the warriors will find something to fight for, they always do. Whether it is their clan, their house, personal honor and glory or simply for their next meal, they fight. It is all they know how to do. These are the last days of the Clan Wars, for what will you fight?

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Our game is set prior to TCW (roughly 31 BBY), and will incorporate as much as we can of Legends material into the NuCanon universe. Centered on the efforts of several warrior based clans as they fight not only each other but the galaxy at large to maintain their honor, their relevance, their very lives in a galaxy that seems to have left their ways behind. In these dark and seemingly honorless days do you have what it takes to bring glory to your clan?

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The Rules.

1) Please follow the RPF Rules and be mindful of the Terms of Service and Rules of the Jedi Council Forums.

2) No God modding or autohitting.

3) Game Master's word is law.

4) All character sheets must be PMed (Private Message) to the GM (Bardan_Jusik) for approval. I'm just accepting Mandalorian characters for this game. No Jedi/Sith or any other force wielders need apply. Also no canon (or Legends) characters please. Some of these may appear in game as NPCs later on to move the story forward and I want to keep them available for that purpose.

5) This game is the official RPG of the SWC and EUC's Mandalorian Fanclubs, Honor Points there will be awarded for playing and for worthy contributions to the game. However, fanclub membership is not a prerequisite for playing. Still players should be aware that Out-of-Game and/or Out-of-Character discussions and questions regarding the game may be discussed in either fanclub. A separate Resource Thread will be set up in the Role Playing Resource Forum to act as our library thread prior to the game getting underway.

6) Posting expectations: Barring unforeseen circumstances all tags should be replied to within a week (7 days). I plan on GM updates for the game on a weekly basis. Real life always takes precedence over online happy online fun pretendy time though, so if something comes up and you're able, let the GM and other players know that you'll be absent (I know sometimes even that isn't possible though). If you miss any tags, I will continue to tag you and your character for the duration of your character's current assignment, afterwards your character will either be quietly dropped from the game or killed in an honorable fashion.

7) All major storylines (a storyline that affects the game as a whole) must have prior approval by the GM via PM. If you have an idea, please PM it to me and we'll work together to flesh it out and get it into the game. I enjoy getting news ideas to add to the fabric we're weaving, so if you have them, send them.

8) Have fun vode!

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Character Sheet: As noted above please PM me your Character Sheet for approval

Name:
Gender:
Age:
Species:
Languages:
Home World:
House Affiliation/Allegience: (example: House Vizlsa/Death Watch) You may choose either an exsiting House (based on canon or Legends Houses) or create your own. However no "heads of House" player characters will be accepted. i.e. all House heads will be NP characters controlled by the GM. This again is for game play purposes down the road.

Personality
---Traits:
---Likes:
---Dislikes:
---Habits:
Appearance
---Skin Color:
---Hair Color:
---Eye Color:
---Clothing:
---Other Attributes:
---Other Details:

Armor:

Style:

Type: Beskar/Durasteel/Duraplast/Other

Weapons:

Starship (optional)

---Name:
---Class:
---Other Details:

Current Employment:

Biography
---Personal History:
---Military History:

 

CS Approved of by me.

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Character Sheet:

Name: Beskaryc Taab
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Species: Human
Home World: Concord Dawn
House Affiliation/Allegience: House Mereel/True Mandalorians
Languages: Basic, Mando'a, can understand a msttering of Huttese, wookiee and droid speak
Personality
---Traits: Honorable and trustworthy.
---Likes: Hard work, soldiering.
---Dislikes: Laziness, politics
---Habits: Adventurous, quiet but hums to himself or eats spicy warra nuts when nervous.

Appearance



---Skin Color: Fair
---Hair Color: Dark
---Eye Color: Brown
---Clothing: Mandalorian Armor
---Other Attributes:
---Other Details:

Armor:

Style:

Type: Heavy Beskar plates in the classic style.

Weapons: Pair of Westar 35 blasters and a blaster carbine. Armor is outfitted with an array of other weapons including a flame projector, wrist rockets, poison darts, various blades and blasters and of course the traditonal jetpack with warhead launcher.

Starship

---Name: None: Though a competent pilot, Beskaryc Taab lacks the finances to purchase his own vessel.
---Class: N/A
---Other Details: N/A

Current Employment: Formally of InterGalactic Banking Clan, Collections Department. Now working a short term mercenary contract on Agamar.

Biography:

---Personal History: Born in 50 BBY Beskaryc was well along his way down the traditional path to becoming Mandalorian warrior. However when he was only 6 years old his father was killed at the Battle of Galidraan. Deprived of the traditional father/son training that was to begin at age eight, Beskaryc saw his training conducted by numerous other family members and other True Mandalorian sympathizers, though it was his own mother that took on most of the burden of his training. In the end it mattered little as he achieved adulthood as most other Mandalorians did during his 13th year when he passed the verd'goten. Though the Taab clan is one of little repute, his wife Ruusaan married into the clan two years later. His disdain for politics has seen him eschew the clan rivalries and internecine warfare that wrack Mandalore, though he still follows his uncle who heads clan Taab which maintains it's old loyalties to House Mereel. Secretly he yearns to leave his clan behind and join the Mandalorian Protectors. He would see such an invitation as a great honor and hopes his skills will be noticed by them one day.

---Military History: Following his passing of the verd'goten Taab found work where he could, primarily as an enforcer for the Banking Clans. Though Taab hated the job, he went on to establish himself as an effective collector of outstanding debts for the group. His duties also saw him putting down Union riots by various the guilds and tracking down and eliminating those who would steal from the Banking Clans. As soon as he had established enough of a reputation, and earned enough credits to eat regularly, he began to take on straight up mercenary work. He preferred this "real soldiering" to bounty hunting or clubbing civilians and as such reveled in finding actual combat assignments as opposed to anything requiring detective work, tracking down fleeing felons or simple thuggery. His work has kept him on the periphery of the Clan Wars and as they draw to a close Taab considers himself lucky to be working on a short term mercenary contract on Agamar supplementing their local militia.

 

GM Approved.

Name: Asha Ordo
Gender: Female
Age: Close to mid twenties.
Species: Human
Languages: Basic, Mando'a
Home World: Dxun
House Affiliation/Allegience: House Ordo/Warrior

Personality
---Traits: Very quiet but also confident and kind.
---Likes: Fighting, Cooking and learning about her ancestors.
---Dislikes: Rude People. Those who will not stick up for others.
---Habits: Pacing when anxious.
Appearance
---Skin Color: Light
---Hair Color: Brown
---Eye Color: Blue/Grey
---Clothing: Usually simple tunics and pants when she isn't in her armor.
---Other Attributes: Asha is motherly towards her fellow warriors.
---Other Details: She can lack in confidence depending on the situation.

Armor: Green and White.

Style: Classic.

Type: Beskar

Weapons: A blaster rifle and an old viroblade.

Starship (optional) : They don't have one.

---Name:
---Class:
---Other Details:

Current Employment: Warrior in House Ordo.

Biography
---Personal History: Born among the ruins of Dxun Asha learned the history and ways of her ancestors and grew up wanting to be a great warrior. Her parents eventually sent their tenth child (Asha) to train under the tutelage of Bjorn Vizsla and his his warriors as he was a shield brother to her own parents. It was a hard life, if you failed you were dishonored but Asha fought and bled and became a capable warrior though she sometimes lost confidence in her abilties. Asha eventually returned and swore alligence to House Ordo and became a warrior herself.
---Military History: Asha has been involved with several skirmishes involving rival clans though these are mostly over planets long forgotten. She wants to be involved in more but is trying to be patient involving her participation in battles or lack thereof.

 

CS APPROVED

Gar taldin ni jaonyc; gar sa buir, ori'wadaas'la.

Name: Shuk'la Ruus
Sex: Male
Age: 35
Species: Galacian (Sea Clan,) Mandalorian
Homeworld: Gala (Nuiri Sector)
Known Langauges: Basic, Droidspeak, Mando'a, Huttese (only understands)

Appearance
Height: 1.90 meters
Body Type: Slim Build
Eye Color: Gold
Hair Color: Black
Skin Color: Pale Blue

Armor: Modern era, light armor. Shoulder bells, neck plate, chest and ab plates, knee plates, boot plates. Clean back cape for flair.

Everyday Attire: Cargo pants, shirt, overcoat (depending on weather,) leather chest holster.


Personality: Shuk'la is extroverted. He prefers headstrong styles of conflict resolution but understands the need for tact. He strives to be a creative thinker.
Habits: He drinks too much, says too much, and never forgets what he needs to remember.
Likes: A good time! Dry fire training on his compound, cliff jumping (through narrow openings in the reef,) hand to hand grappling.
Dislikes: The manipulation of the lazy, Arkanians, malfunctioning weapons, and pre-flight checks.
Talents: He is able to mimic voices almost perfectly, he also has a talent for song.
Weakness: His tendency to act first and observe second sometimes costs him more often than he would like.
Limitations: His body burns higher amounts of calories than baseline species. This requires him to stock stims and rations else he runs the risk of collapse.

Affiliations:
House Vizsla
Galacian Sea Clan

Profession:
Mercenary, Musician (percussionist)

Primary Weapons: DC-17 Adjustable Assault Rifle, Xiphos (short sword) carved from tough whale bone native to his ancestral world. Cast in durable alloy resin for reinforced composition.


Secondary Weapons: DE-10 Blaster Pistol, collapsible combat staff with hardware attached for (optional) sword/dagger attachment.
Utilities: hidden (left) forearm dagger, sulfuric acid tablets, grenade pouch (holds 4), 2 carb ration bars, 3 adrenal stims.
Right Gauntlet: Pulsating whipcord (350 volts),
Left Gauntlet: Compact grenade launcher (3 max loaded capacity, max effective range 180 meters)

Personal Ship: Second Thought, freighter



Background: Born to a family of seafaring hunters native to Gala, Shuk'la's father was a Mandalorian castaway who never lost respect for the culture. Not wanting his son to walk the same path of shame he did, Shuk'la was trained early on by his father in the Mandalorian ways. When he was of age, Shuk'la was sent to join the Mandalorian clans to live and thrive among them.

 

Name: Corporal Kyr'am galaar
Gender: Male
Age: 33
Species: Mandalorian
Languages: Basic, Mando'a
Home World: Mandalore
House Affiliation/Allegience: House Vizsla
Personality
---Traits: Irritable, Serious, Bad sense of humor
---Likes: Military, mandalorians, Strategy, Guns, House Vizsla
---Dislikes: Everything Else
---Habits: Waking up at the crack of dawn
Appearance
---Skin Color: Pale white
---Hair Color: white
---Eye Color: yellow
---Clothing: Military style
---Other Attributes: Scar on right cheek
---Other Details: None

Armor: Mandalorian

Style: Classic

Type: Beskar

Weapons: Gauntlets (Darts, Mini bombs, grappling hooks) Jetpack with rocket launcher, Long-Range blaster rifle. 2 blaster pistols, 10 thermal detonators

Starship (optional)

---Name: the Huntsman
---Class: Fang Fighter
---Other Details: Painted black with two red streaks on either side

Current Employment: under command of the military of House Vizsla

Biography
---Personal History: Kyr'am Lived on Mandalore for a period of time, and eventually joined the military of House Vizsla (rank associated with fanclub) He is extremly loyal and strives to become a higher rank in this army.
---Military History: serves as a Corporal in the House Vizsla military, And he hopes to rank up and become a true champion of mandalore.

 

GM APPROVED!

Name: Susulur Dha'tra
Gender: Male
Age: 36
Species: Riileb
Languages: Riileb, Basic, Huttese, Mando'a
Home World: Riileb
House Affiliation/Allegience: House Lok

Personality
---Traits: Honorable, Calm
---Likes: Saabac, Tending his gear
---Dislikes: Slavery and domination for its own sake, cheats.
---Habits: Hums to himself, will spin his tools or weapons about for fun/practice.
Appearance
---Skin Color: Pale Grey
---Hair Color: Silver
---Eye Color: Grey with yellow flecks
---Clothing: Mandalorian Armor

• Dha’tra’s Armor: is full Mandalorian Combat Armor: Helmet, floating neck guard, shoulder, bicep, forearm, gauntlet, chest, segmented back }}}}}}, segmented abdomen ((((, cod piece, enclosed thigh, knee, shin, and boot armored pieces with armor weave kama. Color scheme is matte black with dull grey secondary color and orange accents. Armor plates are made with a phrink plated carbon-ceramic pieces over a reinforced body glove. It is resistant to heat, cold, and energy damage and is fully sealed for vacuum operations with a seven hour reserve. No jetpack. Left hand crush gauntlet and forearm retractable magnetized bracer blades (ala Jango Fett), right hand stun glove and mirror forearm bracer blade with grapple launcher. Small armored back pack with ammo, grenade forced dispensers to push the queued objects through ejector slots (grenade upper side, ammo middle & lower side, tool packet detachable bottom and core components) out and away to the waiting hand when an internal command is given from suits bucce (helmet). Uses rocket boots (ala Cade Bane) for minor assists. Electro Vibro-daggers in locked in shin guards. Segmented abdominal plating. Split side comm antennae on left and range finder on right side of bucce with T-visor, and narrow slots that open to allow his own antennae out.
• Dha'tra's Crafting/Alternate: Mechanics jumpsuit with pockets filled to the brim, oft wearing a simple bucce with rectangular face plate that blocks out selectively flashes and arc welding torches lights to allow him to operate normally in conditions where they might predominate.

---Other Attributes: Riileb biology allows his antennae to pick up the mood of others, blood pressure, and heart rate of those nearby. Sabaac is a very easy game once you learn how aliens react to winning or losing, and in spotting bluffs or lies.
---Other Details:

Armor: Mandalorian

Style: Power Tech / Neo Crusader

Type: Duraplast/Other

Weapons: Electro Vibro Daggers, DC-15s, Verpine Shatter Gun, dart launcher, grenades (emp, thermal, & sonic), and weapons for mission load out extras.

Starship (optional)

---Name: Slug
---Class: Y-wing
---Other Details: Rear gunners seat has been turned into a transparent duraplast holding cage without seat nor any holding spots beyond the restraint bands.

Current Employment: ?

Biography
---Personal History: When the heir to the ClanRing went missing several Riileb 'royal' guards were exiled for their dereliction of duty. Some took this exile alone, others took their families with them. Dha'tra's mother was one that took her teenage son with her.

She fell in with a group of mercenaries and eventually with a seedy sort doing semi-respectable work. Susulur ran afoul of a Mando during that time, but instead of being killed he was adopted, still angry with his family for loosing him his home, his future, and his life he accepted and became apart of House Lok. Forsaking his prior name and past to fully embrace the Mandalorian culture he was reborn Susulur Dha'tra of House Lok.

---Military History: Served in the Riileb version of Cadets school while growing up, a military and security program to prepare students to be ready for future service back when he still wanted to grow up and serve like his mother. After exile this lead to back alley brawls and street gang skirmishes before being adopted. At which point his experiences evolved to the training and harsh fact of life method of Mandalorian combat as he accompanied his buir on missions ranging from protection details to mercenary army supplements to acting as a small group hit squad, this continued until he was deemed ready to set off on his own after earning the basic tools of the trade.

Now working on his own and getting his own jobs he has tended to gravitate toward retrieval missions (things or beings) and the occasional diplomatic body guard for senators, celebrities, and crime lords that wanted to make a statement with who they had guarding their back. An effective message for a show of force. Although Dha'tra has always made it clear guard duty is short term work, he never stays with one employer too long for that is a way to dull his senses he feels. Therefor he always goes back to retrieval missions between such jobs, or helps his buir out with a more heavy combat mission to help him keep his edge. Not to mention those missions help get him a better rep, and thus a better rate when he takes those cushy body guard gigs.

 

GM APPROVED (Thanks Bardan)

Name: Drake Sanger
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Languages: Basic, Mando'a, and Huttese.
Home: Unknown
Affiliation: House Viszla

Traits: Brave, Clever, quick thinking, sarcastic, reactive.
Habits: whistle, tap left foot when bored.
Likes: Talking, target shooting
Dislikes: Cheaters and Deathsticks

Skin: White
Hair: Blond
Eyes: Blue
Clothing: adaptive to environment, but usually just has armor on
Other: scar down the left side of his face

Armor: Classic Mando Armor, Black with Purple blood like dripping down helmet and armor, beskar

Weapons: 2 Westar 35 pistols, and an EE-1 Carbine.
Equipment: Jetpack, grappling hook, datapad, plasma cutter, flash grenades, frag grenades, wrist rocket, rangefinder, survival kit, Vibroblade

Ship: The Legend
Class: Z-95 Headhunter

Current employment: Doing odd jobs for Jabba (as of now, assassinating a senator)

Bio: Drake was taken form his home on a planet he can't remember at around 4. He lived out the next 13 years of his life stuck as a Zygerrian slave. Then, the ship malfunctioned. It's engine blew, sending it on a crash course for Concord Dawn. The crew abandoned ship, and left the slaves for dead. The Slave ship plummeted to the ground, completely destroying the massive vessel. Miraculously, Drake survived. He woke up in a camp, and spent the next 6 months being nursed back to health by some Mandalorians. He was amazed, not ever seeing someone like them. They taught him the culture, and not too long after, he was enveloped by it, completely immersed in it's history and lore.
He stayed on Concord Dawn with "The Protectors" and learned all he could. After 6 years, he was a master of his trade. He joined House Viszla and was a true patriot of Mandalore. Ready to strike out on his own, he explored everywhere, and promised to stay in touch with his family. Then, tragedy struck. The closest to him was killed by another Bounty Hunter. He vowed revenge, and began to start searching for him.
After a year, he finally tracked the murderer to Tatooine, some backwater planet with no relevance at all. Or so he thought. After asking around, he found a woman who directed him to Jabba's Palace, the mansion of rich creature called a Hutt. She also revealed this planet to be a lot more important than Drake thought, telling him this was the HQ of the Hutt Cartel, the largest Criminal Syndicate in the Galaxy. She willed him to be careful, and off he went.
Drake found the killer of his foster mother running from a group of bounty hunters. It turned out he was caught red handed, cheating Jabba and stealing ships he reported destroyed. Drake killed him and brought him back to his former master. Janna was pleased, and offered Drake a place in his operations. Lacking a better option, Drake said yes. In the 4 years he has spent with Jabba, he rose through the ranks, proving himself as a capable and resourceful subordinate. As well as respect, he received generous payment. Soon, he was able to buy a Z-95 Headhunter, naming it for his late friend's nickname, Legend.

Military: He is mostly a special ops person, preferring to work alone. He is an excellent shot, but has no background in conventional warfare. He specializes in infiltration and long range assassination (sniping, basically).

 

Arriving By Order of Mand'alor! (And thus approved, naturally)

Character Sheet:

Name: Zolrin Fourd
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Species: Mandalorian Human
Languages: Basic, Mando'a, & Catharese
Home World: Mandalore
House Affiliation/Allegience: House Mereel/Clan Fourd

Personality
---Traits: Honorable, Confident, & Analytical.
---Likes: Combat (especially spec ops style surgical strikes), conversation after a battle, & shuttle drops/rappelling (whether for fun, training, or on missions)
---Dislikes: Cowards, Recklessness, & Slavery
---Habits: In frustration and anger, has a habit of repeatedly clenching and unclenching his right hand (picked up from an old cathar friend). Quietly but rapidly snaps his left fingers three times when he sees something he likes (even he's not sure why he does it or where he picked it up, often doesn't know he does it).

Appearance

Zolrin

(Big Picture, so just linking it)

---Skin Color: Fair
---Hair Color: Brown
---Eye Color: Light Brown
---Clothing: Often Black or Gray fatigues so he can relax, though more often in his armor
---Other Attributes: None
---Other Details: Often keeps a black and gold medallion of the mandalorian symbol in his pocket under the armor for good luck.

Armor:

Style:

Type: Duraplast in Classic Fashion

Weapons: Zolrin's Rifle



Two T-6 Thunderer Heavy Blaster Pistols



Jetpack, Vibrosword, small retractable katarr style vibroblades installed into the back of his gauntlets, wrist rockets, stun darts located on the sides of his legs (packed with enough punch to take out a bantha in five seconds), belt with an assortment of grenades and thermal detonators (no more than four at a time however), and all the tech wizardry inputted into his visor.

Starship (optional)

---Name: N/A (Is desperately trying to pool together his funds for this however)

Current Employment: Employed by the Trade Federation to help battle test new droids after the loss at Naboo a year previous.

Biography

---Personal History: Born in 51 BBY, Zolrin Fourd grew up like your typical traditionalistic mandalorian. Mando flowed through his veins, through and through and there was nothing else. The oldest of two, the younger being his sister Nathia, he found himself enjoying the life of a warrior. As a proud mandalorian, how could it be any different?

Eventually he passed the verd'goten like so many others before him and so many after and takes joy in aiding his clan and House in any and all forms, even if that meant taking part in the bitter rivalries and fights against fellow mandalorians. There was no better opponent in his mind, and though he wished they could unite fully again someday, he felt as if his superiors knew better so he trusted their decisions.

Someday, his eyes may open to other opinions, but for now…loyalty, honor, and the utmost dedication to those deserving was inherent with every fiber of his being. He had been taught well.

---Military History: Zolrin has found work here and there with the aid of his clan, while taking part in the grunt work of the politics and warfare at occasional intervals. Though he analyzes and plans well in his combat, he has yet to open that mind to the bigger picture…simply enjoying the next fight. Currently, he has found himself connected to the Trade Federation who wish to test their battle droids. He has been paid to aid them in live combat tests.

 

Chapter One: The Clan Wars​

IC: Beskaryc Taab
Mern Company Barracks, Agamar

"Stand." The young Mandalorian known as Beskaryc Taab announced to the trio of fellow mercenaries arrayed in front of him. The grizzled old Arkanian across from him smiled. "So what do I have to beat, a 17 or an 18 this time Taab?" Taab glared at him through slitted eyes. His hand did indeed stand at 18, but there was no reason to let Hred'men know that. He'd already won the first match after Taab had busted. He wasn't going to let that happen again. "Just take your cards," he said, balancing his shebs on his buy'ce which sat on the floor of the squad bay. The other two laughed, they were just watching the pazaak game, and one of them probably hoping to take on the winner. Both players had half their weekly allowance in the pot at the moment.

The Arkanian took a card and bit his lower lip as he examined it. He was thinking on what to do next, but Taab had no control over that, so he ignored the man. Instead he glanced around the bay. He was surrounded by soldiers, mercenaries in the employ of the Agamarian Militia. Given the state of that militia they would have been better served as advisers, training the locals how to get off their own shebs and do a decent job of protecting what was their own. But the Agamarian leadership hadn't seen it that way. They still had their defense force, of which their company was a part, but all the mercenary soldiers were lumped together in one unit, Mern Company. They were the shock troopers, the rapid defense force that would deploy should anything threaten the Agamarian way of life. Taab snorted at the thought. They were officially a company, led by an Agamarian Captain and split into four platoons each led by an Agamarian officer, but those platoons were badly under strength. More like squads, no platoon had more than dozen men, and 4th Platoon, of which Taab was a member, had only eight, after the two Klatooinians had left when their contacts had expired. Taab didn't blame them for not re-upping. The pay here was terrible, the food even worse, and the job itself was boring. None of them had seen any action in the six months that Taab had been here. But at least it was honest work, soldiering in a sense, and it beat having to give dirty striking miners a Wroshyr shampoo as he had called it. Still he yearned for some excitement, for some way to prove himself in a real battle. He sighed as the Arkanian took another card. It was becoming clear to him that such a battle wasn't going to happen here. When his contract was up in a few weeks it would be time to move on. Probably back to the Banking Clan, at least working for them was never boring.

"Hey Taab," cried out one of the Corellians from the far side of the bay excitedly, pointing to the holo she was watching,. "Isn't that one of yours?" She patted the seat next to her, bidding him to join her. "One of mine?" he asked probably unnecessarily. "You know, a Mandalorian." She stressed the word. He was the only Mandalorian in the company, so he supposed he was the one to ask. Still, he didn't want to play along right now, not with half his paycheck up in the air. "Yeah, that's one of yours, another Mando right?" Taab stayed put, but squinted now, looking at the image from where he sat. Local news it looked like. Bah, Taab despised the news. Too much talk of politics and feel-good being interest stories. In Taab's limited experience, what was shown on the news didn't match up with real life more than 10% of the time. It was clear the Corellian wasn't going to leave him alone. At first he couldn't tell what she was talking about. The holo was showing the arrival of some high up muckety muck in the Senate to Agamar. The scrolling text along the bottom of the image said it was to drum up support for some crime bill. Like anything the Senate did back on Coruscant would have any effect out here...or anywhere on the rim. They just didn...

Taab caught his breath as the image panned out, and there alongside the Senator was the being the Corellian had been talking about. Taab frowned. The being was armored up, but the look was off. Not a variant of the classic armor he wore, but something else. "Yeah, it's Manalorian all right..." Taab finally let out. Mandalorian, but hardly conventional. He didn't even see a jetpack on vod's back. Still the clan and House sigil was clearly marked for those who knew how to look for it. Fortunately it wasn't one Taab recognized. Had it been the stylized jai'galaar (shriek-hawk) of House Vizlsa he may have had cause to worry. Taab mindlessly rubbed his hand over the House Mereel sigil on his own armor. Out here Taab hadn't been affected by the ongoing Clan Wars, and that suited him just fine. Mandalorian should be working with one another, not doing their best to make each other extinct he thought, knowing that his own clan leader, his uncle, didn't share that line of thought. "Looks to be on a protection detail for that Senator," Taab intoned through slightly gritted teeth. Taab hoped he was anyway. Clan Taab was unimportant enough that he doubted any Mando would come out all this way just to try to kill one of them. And even if they did, no clan would send out just a single being.

"That's got to pay well, bet the food is better anyhow." The Corellian piped up again as the news holo moved on to sports, some local meshgeroya match. "How come you don't do that Taab? I figure a Senator like that would love to have some good looking young man in armor around all the time." Taab sighed, he had told the Corellian that he was married, and not interested, but that hadn't stopped her subtle advances.

"Because if he were there instead of here I couldn't win all his money." The Arkanian said as he displayed his cards openly now. "19!" He crowed triumphantly. "shab it all," Taab said turning over his own cards. He'd been beaten again. Now Hred'men led him two sets to none in a game where the first to three took the pot. The Mandalorian looked forlornly at the holonews again, which had gone to commercial. Boring, terrible food, and he was about to lose half of his inadequate pay for the week now too. he would never be able to afford his own ship at this rate. Maybe he should find some Senator or other high roller to protect. It had to be better than this...

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IC: Senator Huna Beedan of Anaxes (NPC)
Calna Muun Spaceport, Agamar

Senator Beedan was aggravated. Aggravated that she was even on this trip, and aggravated at the unnecessary security precautions her people had put in place for her journey. The T-6 diplomatic shuttle shuddered briefly as it passed through the atmosphere, aggravating her even further. Off to starboard the one escort fighter, one of those fancy new Y-Wings flown by her new hired bodyguard, followed suit. If the Chancellor had just come out in support of her Crime Bill, none of this would be necessary at all she fumed to herself. Instead he had vacillated, and said he would only support it if she could show that passage was assured. How was she supposed to do that with the Senate in recess? She was going to have to deal with each individual Senator on her list of "maybe", alone and on their own world rather than all at once in the Senate offices back on Coruscant. It was time consuming and thus aggravating. She hoped Senator Tyreca Bremack of Agamar would see the light quickly so she would have time to deal with the neophyte young Senator from Naboo before heading back to Anaxes. That one was going to take some convincing she was sure. But if successful, she might be able to pressure the Chancellor, who hailed from the same world, to accept the measure.

Of course the Crime Bill she was proposing had it's share of critics. After all it was going to divert funds away from domestic social welfare programs to fund a ten fold increase in the Judiciary Forces. It was either that or raise taxes, something she knew was a non starter in the current political environment. But she hardly thought that defunding those programs would be cause for anyone to harm her. It certainly didn't warrant the two added security guards to her normal four being team. The leadership of Anaxes had disagreed however, and hired the bounty hunter, or whatever he was, piloting the escort fighter and the woman that sat next to Beedan in the shuttle that the senator couldn't even stand to look at right now, to augment her noraml security team. Those two had obviously worked together before and had come up with the most bizarre suggestions intended to keep her safe. Suggestions that she would have rejected out of hand had it been left up to her, but her chief of security had been so mesmerized by the bounty hunter's armor that he had fully bought into the ridiculous idea.

Things got even more ridiculous she thought as the shuttle settled down on it's landing struts at the same time Susulur Dha'tra's fighter did. She had her own security team on the ship, and now a cohort of Agamarian police waiting for her out on the platform ready to escort her to the Government quarter. It was all overkill she though as she stepped out onto the platform and took in a deep breath of Agamar's crisp cool air. Time to get this over with.

TAG: Mitth_Fisto

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School Book Depository building opposite the spaceport
Calna Muun, Agamar

Unknown to Taab and the mercenaries of Mern Compay, he and the new body guard,Susulur Dha'tra, weren't the only two Mandalorians on Agamar at the moment. There was another, one who was in fact much closer to, and had a much better view of the Senator of Anaxes than Taab did at the moment. The assassin had arrived three days ago, to scout out his route and avenue of escape. In that, he had gone entirely unnoticed by the local security forces who were unaware of his presence within firing range of his prey.

Jabba wanted Senator Huna Beedan of Anaxes dead, and was willing to pay good money for the deed. If her Crime Bill passed it could put a serious dent in his operations in the outer rim. Of course, the assassin had to ensure that nothing was left to chance, and that nothing could be traced back to the Hutt Cartels. That would put an even larger bullseye on his operations, but the crime lord was sure he had found the right man for the job. Instead it was to look like someone angry over the budget cuts needed to fund her Judicial Expansion.

The target came into view as she departed her shuttle, surrounded by a half dozen security staffers, one of whom looked to be a Mandalorian in custom power tech gear, strangely reminiscent of the neo-crusader era. He had deplaned the fighter escorting the shuttle but now took his place leading the security team, and the senator, to an armored speeder, piloted by the Agamarian police. Two other police speeders were there as well, one in front and one behind the armored vehicle. Escorts for the Senator to ensure her safe arrival. An arrival that Drake Sanger was being paid good money to ensure never took place.

TAG: MandoA101

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IC: Orgo Rosos (NPC)
"War Room", Geonosis

Watching the holographic form of a Sheathipede put down in the landing field, the Neimodian spoke his accent making it hard for the Geonosians in the room difficult to decipher his words. "Ah, the first of our guests has arrived". They clicked and clacked to one another in their own language before coming to an understanding. They jabbered to the protocol droid which gave an translation back to Rosos, the Trade Federation's agent in charge of rebuilding their droid army.

"The clients you mean yes?" The Neimodian let loose with an arrogant "ha,ha,ha," before replying. "Yes, the potential customers," his accent again annihilated the R's in his speech. "Mandalorians looking to augment their capabilities in their little conflict." The locals clicked and clacked some more among themselves, but no translation from the droid was forthcoming. "If an order is made by them, it gives us our excuse to the Senate regarding our activities here, so the larger the order the better." For once the cash to be gained from such a transaction mattered little to the normally money grubbing Neimoidians, though they pf course would still make a profit on any order placed. After their debacle on Naboo the previous year the Senate (and the courts) were taking a much closer look at the Trade Federation's activities. It was something that the group's lawyers and Senators could deflect, but it was best to not give the Government's investigators any additional ammunition when it came to them gunning after the Trade Federation. So they had been hosting small delegations from various planetary militias and defense forces to come and look at the design improvements being made in battle droid technology. It didn't only help to fund the research into what would become the B2 model battle droid, but helped create a smoke screen for the plans of the Trade federation and others to dramatically increase the sizes of their armies.

Sadly it hadn't worked out that way. Few militias wanted anything to do with the battle droids after their embarrassing performance on Naboo. Bested by primitives? No one wanted to purchase such a defective product. Of course, the droids themselves had proven themselves against the Gungan Army, and would have been victorious had not their command ship been destroyed. So it was that the Geonosians were dabbling in an improved model of B1 battle droid, one not as reliant on a command ship or base to control them. Of course the Trade Federation and their other clients had wanted at least some measure of control over the automatons. Creating a whole army of well armed droids that might disobey their owners would be catastrophic. A delicate balance of autonomy and reliance had to be built into their programming, a balance that was for the moment still be experimented upon. In the meantime, any potential customer was looked upon as a two fold resource to the Trade Federation.

The Geonosians again squeaked and popped, this time the droid did translate, so the message was meant for Rosos. "Where are they coming from again?" Simple creatures these Geonosians, they could design and build the battle droids, but anything about galactic politics seemed beyond them, at least so thought Rosos.

"Two groups, one from Mandalore itself." The Geonosians clicked in approval, they would have real power then. "The other from Ordo, a small Mandalorian world." The Geonosians sounded disappointed at that. They had never heard of the world, and could only assume that it was one of limited resources. They again spoke and had the droid translate. "Will they fight one another, we don;t want damage to the foundry." They did have at least a basic understanding of the conflict going on among the many Houses and Clans of Mandalore.

"Who can tell?" Mandalorian politics were a dizzying array of back stabbing and assassinations. Honor and blood feuds that set clans against one another for centuries could be set aside to take down an even larger or more deserving foe. It led to a war in which Clans and Houses swapped alliances in a way that even the Neimoidians found to be grotesque.

"We'll keep the demonstration away from the foundry, in the arena." They should be able to contain these Mandalorians there should an issue arise. Of course, keeping things to Petranaki Arena would make for a rather small test. Rosos had a solution to that, one that would solve a number of issues. "We'll test them against the contractor, the one hired to conduct our live fire and training exercises." The Geonosians bobbed their heads at that. He too was Mandalorian, if the droids performed well against him than a sale was assured. of course so far the droids had yet to prevail when going up against the cunning warrior. Rosos read their concerns and replied to them before they had even asked. "We'll make sure they win this time, and that the contractor doesn't survive the experience." The Geonosians clicked and clacked in alarm. "What better way to impress our clients, and make sure that we don't have to pay the contractor for his services?" The Neimoidian gave a blubbering smile.

"Where is he now by the way?"

The holographic table came to life, showing an ongoing exercise out in the Im'g'twe Hills that Zolrin Fourd was taking part in. "Good, good. Let him finish that exercise and then recall him. We have a show to put on for our guests."

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IC: XT-1C (NPC)
Expiramental Tactical Droid, leading training forces, Im'g'twe Hills, Geonosis

From atop his position in the commander's spot of the AAT, XT-1C surveyed the terrain in front of him. The rolling hills were becoming harder and harder for the tanks and the MTTs they escorted to navigate. Soon they would be among the caltrop fields, and unable to maneuver the larger muti-troop transports. He calculated an 87% chance therefore that the enemy forces would be located within those fields. "Halt," he ordered the droids under his command obeying without complaint. He scanned the fields with his Macrobinoculars, unable to see any sign of the OPFOR (OPosing FORce) for this training exercise. A squad of ten B1 Battle droids led by an organic, an enigmatic and resourceful Mandalorian named Zolrin Fourd, from whom XT-1C was supposed to learn.

"Deploy." The prototype tactical droid now gave an order that set into motion a series of events aboard the lumbering MTTs which set to uncaging their cargo of battle droids from their stowed and locked positions into something that could fight. He had a pair of the behemoths under his command, escorted by a quartet of AAT tanks, which gave him a total of 224 battle droids to utilize in weeding out and destroying his opponent.

"Company Aurek, forward," he ordered the group from the first MTT as soon as the battle droids had been deployed. The AATs would have to stay behind to guard the now empty, but still valuable MTTs. The infantry though would scout out ahead, and drive the OPFOR into the open. "Company Besh. Stay in reserve." These droids would finish off whatever Company Aurek missed, and would serve to any surprises the Mandalorian might have in store for them. XT-1C calculated only a 42% probability that the OPFOR would use a tactic for which the droid was not prepared, but that percentage was high enough for the droid to keep half his troops in reserve. He had yet to defeat the Mandalorian in open combat, in fact in every encounter XT-1C lost 100% of his forces, but believed in his circuits that this would be that day.

Of course, the forces lost weren't actually killed. Though some live fire exercises had been conducted against dummy targets, out of date droids that were beyond being refurbished, these exercises were being down with DILTS gear. The Droid Integrated Laser Training System used low powered lasers and sensors on each droid, and on the Mandalorians armor, to record "hits" which occurred during the battle. These hits would shut down the affected droid so it could no longer participate, while the Mandalorians would just emit a loud and obnoxious beeping sound alerting everyone in the exercise as to his condition. At least in theory. So far XT-1C had yet to hear that sound in any exercise, except to test that the Manadlorian's system was in fact operational.

Now he watched as half his force went forward in among the caltrop field, scanning for some sign of the enemy and preparing his AATs main guns for "combat".

TAG: Darth_Elu

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IC: TC-111 protocol droid (NPC)
Landing field, Geonosis

As the Trade Federation shuttle settled down on it's landing struts TC-111 stepped forward to greet the sole occupant. The shuttle was one of the automated variety, to make for a more spacious or even luxurious cabin, though this one in particular was spartanly furnished. Most clients of the Trade Federation could expect nothing but the best in an attempt to woo them, but this vehicles passenger had probably appreciated the more austere environment. She was a Mandalorian, as TC-111 had expected and could now plainly see. Come from the far off world of Ordo for a weapon's demonstration. That much TC-111 knew, what the droid did not know as she greeted the Mandalorian was that House Ordo was in dire straits.

The Clan Wars had not gone well for the House, and though it was still powerful and even respected, that power was waning. Their forces were stretched too thinly across the territory they controlled. That was why they had sent just one warrior, one of their brightest, on this mission. One was all they could spare. They couldn't even grant Asha Ordo the use of one of their own vessels, all of them were occupied at the front, so they had taken up the Trade Federation on their offer of providing transport. Normally the House leaders would have seen that as an affront to their honor, but now honor had to take a second seat to expedience.

That was why they had sent their emissary in the first place. The leaders of House Ordo knew the droids would be of little use, especially when put up against seasoned Mandalorian warriors of House Vizsla or Mereel. But if they were capable enough, they could be made to serve behind the lines, in non combat areas or at least areas of low priority. That would free up more capable troops, Mandalorian troops, for use elsewhere on the line. Even if Asha found the droids would not be useful in such a role, the House risked little in sending her on this mission, and the rewards could help to turn this war around for them. The droid of course knew none of that, only that she was to greet the emissary and cater to her every need.

"I am TC-111, at your service." The droid welcomed the Mandalorian client. "Welcome to Geonosis, how may I be of service?"

TAG: TheSilentInfluence

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Second Thought, freighter
Hyperspace, en route to Geonosis

House Ordo wasn't the only House that had been approached by the Trade Federation. The Neimoidians had contacted all the House and Clan heads that they could muster in their attempt to drum up interest in their "enhanced" battle droids. Mereel, Ordo, Lok, Kryze and more. All of the others though had indicated no interest in using what they considered honorless, disposable troops to fight their battles. All except for House Vizlsa.

Time had not treated the followers of Vizsla well. Death Watch had emerged victorious in the war against the so called True Mandalorians, and had been posed to take over and transform Mandalorian society. But their victory had been short lived. With the death of Tor, leadership of the House had fallen to Pre, a Mandalorian who would no doubt one day accomplish greatness, but for now he was too young and inexperienced to hold together the Death Watch. Instead the members had scattered, just as those few remaining True Mandalorians had. Now it was all he could do to keep the contentious clans that swore allegiance to house Vizlsa together on a daily basis.

The best method he had found for doing that was to keep their attentions focused on the threat presented by the other Houses. If he could keep the clans under his control fighting House Mereel or Kryze, they wouldn't fall upon each other and tear House Vizsla apart. So he used any opportunity to ambush, assassinate or kill members of any competing House. Not only was it a part of Vizsla's standing orders, it was something he routinely ordered his men and women to perform. Thus when the Trade Federation had made their initial pitch to him regarding enhanced war droids, he jumped at the opportunity to send a pair of warriors to inspect them. Now those warriors were on their way Geonosis they could be told their real mission.

An encrypted data file was opened as the ship jumped to hyperspace, one that played across their T-Visors. It informed them of their real mission. House Vizsla had no interest in battle droids, enhanced or not, their failings were irreparable in they eyes of Pre Vizsla. Better to do war themselves, with honor, than to leave it to beings with no heart, no soul. Some of the other Houses though couldn't afford to be so honorable he was sure. Some other House would send a representative, and when they showed up, these two were to kill those Mandalorians, and any others that they might find. The two of them, Shuk'la Ruus and Kry'am Galaar (whose Fang class fighter was now housed in the Second Chance's main hold) would be enough. If they weren't, then they would have proven themselves to be weak, unworthy of their place in House Vizsla and thus of no loss to Pre and his ambitions.

TAG: The Vanguard, Master Vo'Un'Var

OOC: Here we go folks, have us split up into a few groups right now, but we'll all get together eventually. . I know there are many of you are are new to RPing, so take an opportunity to read up on the "forum rules" and "how to play" threads stickied at the top of the forum's front page before responding. I'm also always available to answer any questions you might have so feel free to ask me via PM. Oya!

 

IC: Asha Ordo
Landing Field, Geonosis

Asha breathed a silent sigh of relief as she spotted the droid, TC-111. A droid then. That was better then running into an opposing member of the clans. It wasn't as if she was a coward, though Asha did feel like that sometimes, but rather that she wasn't used to dealing with conflicts outside her own family. It was bad enough when she had to get in the middle of her older Wookie brother Thaddeus and half Mirilian brother Kavl when they took their fighting to far, but going to war was a whole different matter.

Taking a deep breath to calm herself as she shook herself from the memory, Asha nodded politely to TC-111 and greeted him, "I would like to speak to Orgo Rosos. There is a matter in which I feel we would both benefit from. It involves trade routes which wouldn't be open to your Trade Federation otherwise." Asha swallowed hard, feeling nervous. Her parents trusted her to make connections that would benefit their house, and hopefully bring them up to a higher status, but being the tenth born child (even though half her siblings were adopted from other worlds that they had fought on) gave her pressure she didn't want.

Asha was just grateful she wasn't first born. I know I don't have the confidence to lead a house or clan. This is scary enough.

As Asha waited for the droid to answer her, she shifted uncomfortably in the heat. Her armor was made of beskaar and offered little cooling against the harsh desert sun. Even though her helmet was off, beads of sweat had dripped down her forehead from her hair, and Asha longed for the cool jungles of Dxun where she was born.

Tag: @Bardan_Jusik

 

IC: Shuk'la Ruus, Kyr'am Galaar
Second Thought, hyperspace en route to Geonosis



Shuk'la replayed in his mind the encrypted message from command. It was shrewd and clever. The new strategy would be a hard and fast ambush/assault. Once the pair ID'd their targets, they would unleash swift fury. This made sense. What didn't make sense was why any House or clan would accept the Nemodian's offer? Even a dim-witted Mando knows you don't send a droid to do a man's job. Whoever was seeking help from a battledroid MFG must be desperate, and weak. Whatever the reasons, they had orders and he would see them through.

"Kry'am, is your ship prepped for flight? We drop in ten." he asked via comms before snacking on a bag of jerky. The newly promoted Sergeant wanted this mission to be smooth, no hiccups.

Kyr'am lifted his comlink, "Locked'n'loaded, Vod. Ready for drop." Kry'am was a new corporal in House Vizsla and his skills were an obvious asset, especially when piloting the Hunstman.. This was their first assignment together, but they both had plenty of experience to be trusted with a mission like this one.

"You did bring heavy machine guns, right? I love those things but the Cabur never gave me one."

There's a repeating blaster canon in the armory, but I don't think you'll need it. If everything goes well, we won't need to fire more than a dozen bolts." Shuk'la replied. Kyr'am looked at the controls of his cockpit. He loved battle, too much some said. The Mando had even strung up the organs from his last fallen enemy onto the banner of his jetpack.

"Anything Else?"

"Yeah, don't miss."

TAG: Bardan_Jusik Master Vo'Un'Var

 

IC: Susulur Dha'tra
Calna Muun Spaceport, Agamar

Senator Beedan was a pain in the shebs. Shabla auritiise often were, but those with power or position oft were the worse. Another reason why he did this kind of work sparingly and with something more matter of fact between. The T-6 diplomatic shuttle shuddered briefly as it passed through the atmosphere, but still a clean insertion. Not that he was there to feel it, he could see it and read the gauges as his own ship slipped from the void into atmosphere of this grain world. Off to starboard of the shuttle was where he was as the sole escort fighter, he was rather proud of his new Y-Wing, there something about rewarding yourself with a new weapon, tool, or piece of armor that just could not be described in words.

All of his present mission on this baby sitting gig was aiding security as the Senator went about going to deal with each individual Senator on her list of "maybe"s for some bill she was pushing, as if the galaxy wouldn't survive peace time if she didn't get her way. It was time consuming and thus aggravating and also why he flew in his cramped fighter and not with the Senator. Actually at first he had tried to sell the idea of smuggling her in as a gaged and bound bounty when she wasn't around but it was taken as merely a joke. So he had come up with this plan instead.

Of course the Crime Bill she was proposing had it's share of critics. Hence his presence, but at least it seemed like a move in the right direction. Not that it really affected him much, but a strong defense and control of what you had was the best route to a stable area. The two added security guards to her normal four being team was a sign that her people of Anaxes at least felt a large protection move and his expenses were well warranted. Knowing that his partner in this was well placed to keep the intended target safe helped to put his mind at ease, still he had to worry for her.

As the shuttle settled down on it's landing struts at the same time as Susulur Dha'tra's fighter did he had to breath a small sigh of relief. They hadn't been shot out of the sky or attacked in route, that was something. Although that might just mean that the enemy unknown merely wanted to keep the body count low, something which still nagged his him about this part of the meeting mission to Agamar. Even if the security worked, if they were attacked he was pretty sure at least one of them would die trying to protect the Senator, whether that would save the woman was to be seen. Then again, perhaps all his worry was for nothing.

Popping the hatch on his ship he crawled out and dropped to the ground before standing. With a brushing motion he straightened out the cloth that was matte and colored to match his armor segments to join them together seamlessly, adding a nod to the Neo Crusaders without costing him range of motion. He acknowledged the cohort of Agamarian police waiting for the Senator out on the platform ready to escort her to the Government quarter. Risk one was the Senator leaving the shuttle to get to the transport. Risk two was the transport making it to the quarter. Risk three was the meeting place itself, never underestimate local dissidents. She stepped out onto the platform and took in a deep breath of Agamar's crisp cool air, his own antenna ports were open and immediately got a good sense of her anxiety and frustration as he drew near. Turning to the woman in robes he simply stated, "Senator." and nodded to the waiting police before turning to the nearest one in security gear, a female guard, "Keep frosty." was all he said to her as he walked ahead of this one out to the side.

A fanned out box formation had been chosen with the One in the middle. Taking it in he nodded forward with a wave of his hand to indicate them to move to the next objective, the next risk. Meanwhile he and hopefully the guards were scanning the police, the vehicles, the rooftops, anywhere an attack could come from. It would not do to ruin his good record today.

TAG: Bardan_Jusik, MandoA101

 

Sorry for the late post of my character, had a lot going on lately.



GM Approved

Name: Jax Nova
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Species: Zabrak/Human
Languages: Basic, Zabrak, and Mando'a
Home World: Rori
House Affiliation/Allegience: House Vizlsa

Personality
---Traits: Jax is Reserved yet speaks his mind when needed. He likes to observe and is more comfortable in small groups where he knows those around him. He has a dry sense of humor, can be sarcastic, but is loyal to a fault. He talks very little, though he does not dislike conversation. He simply often has little to say.
---Likes: Athletic/Thrills such as rock climbing, fighting, adventuring, experiencing new things etc...
---Dislikes: Deliberating, doing nothing, and wasting time etc...
---Habits: Jax Nova likes being awak at night time and sleeping during the day, he also has a few other odd habbits such as playing a small musical instrument he carries with him and a strange dislike for most "Modern Foods." He also, though he is right handed, often uses his left hand as his main hand, "Teaching" himself to be ambidextrous.

Appearance
---Skin Color: Jax's skin is a Dark sun-tanned brown
---Hair Color: His hair, which he has cut just an inch in length is a midnight black
---Eye Color: His eyes are gray
---Clothing: Jax wears a sleeveless brown leather vest with multiple pockets and holders for supplies and ammunition and his pants are a matching brown leather. Brown combat boots are mostly hidden under his pant legs and his leather fingerless gloves are the same shade of brown as his other attire.
---Other Attributes: Jax has extensive combat training, having grown up with his Mandalorian mother, though he has yet to prove his combat skills in many "real" situations.
---Other Details:

Armor:

Style: Jax's armor is midnight blue and very similar to Mandalorian armor. He had it custom made after he left the Hutt Cartels. It consists of a protective layer of flexible leather-like material that shields from things such as harsh temperatures, gasses and poisons, and light attacks. Over the flexible layer are armored plates as on Mandalorian armor that absorb the brunt of any combat blows or blaster shots.

Type: Beskar/Durasteel plates

Weapons: Dual pistols, a sniper rifle, and a vibro staff with a two foot handle and a three foot retractable blade.

Starship (optional)

---Name: The Black Widow
---Class: Small fighter
---Other Details: The Black widow is styled after Nabooian style cruisers, though much smaller. Instead of a shining silver it is solid black and though it can be piloted by a single person it runs ideally on a three or four man crew.

Current Employment: Small time bounty hunter

Biography
---Personal History:
Jax Nova comes from a long line of Mandalorians in the Vizla clan. According to his family history his ancestors were originally members of the Nova Blades, a notorious group of pirates that operated on Rishi during the time of the Old Republic and the days of Darth Revan.

During this time the Nova Blades worked closely for a time with the mandalorian Shae Vizla and her clan on Rishi until the Nova Blades allied themselves with the Order of Revan. Jax's ancestors, who apparently disagreed with the decision stayed behind with Shae Vizla and her clan and were assimilated into the Vizla Mandalorian clan.

Although they were considered of the Vizla clan Jax's ancestors bore the last name of "Nova" hearkening back to their pirate days with the Nova Blades. Through the years they were fully integrated into mandalorian culture and nearly all wiped out by infighting during the Mandalorian wars. Half of the Nova family followed Tor Visla and his radical ideals, the other half rejected him.

When the Jedi attacked the Jaster Mereel's groups, then lead by Jango Fett, a few remaining members of the Nova family narrowly escaped the onslaught. They had left a day before the Jedi strike force arrived, and gone to forge a new life for themselves. Tired of infighting and bemoaning the loss of the Nova family and Clan Vizla, they settled on Rori where no one would bother them.

Down the years, when Jax came along his mother had left Rori and lived on Nal'Hutta as a hired gun for the Hutt Cartels. His father had passed away at a young age in a piloting accident. His father, turn smuggler, had left his mandalorian zabrak wife to raise their child on her own. All she knew was combat and the Cartels offered plenty of that.

She taught Jax everything she knew up until he was fifteen. Then... she went on a mission for the Hutts and never returned. He never did learn what happened to her. He tried taking her place, working for the Hutt Cartel as a hired gun. He soon realized, however, that was not the life for him.

He broke ties with the Cartels and began going after small bounties.

---Military History: Jax has trained extensively with his mother and run a few missions as hired muscle for the Hutts prior to his change to bounty hunting. Though he has much training he lacks any great deal of real combat experience and is limited in that area.

 

IC: Drake

Drake watched the scene unfold. He stood, leaned up against a building corner as guards, handmaidens, and other various members of the entourage filtered out. They were chatting amongst themselves, even the armed personnel looked relaxed. They had met a police escort, and a false sense of security. Chances are, they were probably headed for another craft that would take them to the Senate complex. All of a sudden, it went quiet, and they all sort of formed up in a column. Beedan exited the shuttle, joined with a Mandalorian on her tail. It looked as though he had brought his own fighter... interesting. He, opposite of his police colleagues, was alert. He scanned the area, looking for things that were out of place. If he was trained anything like Drake, he'd pick up immediately. Drake cursed, an slipped into the shadows.
Trailing some senate guards were easy, they couldn't do anything. They were good for coruscantis, though. Drake walked at a pace slightly slower than the small group, trying to stay out of sight from the Mandalorian. Looked like House Vizsla. Crud! Drake did not want a face off against his own... He would have to use some discretion then.
Drake pulled out into the Main Street, walking slowly and silenty behind the tour. He pulled out his pistol and aimed over the mandalorian's shoulder at Beedan's head,
WHAM!
A force came straight at Drake's wrist, the blaster thrown off mark. It fired randomly in the air. It was silenced, but people still saw the bolt. There was screaming, and in the commotion, Drake forgot about the Senator. He wheeled around to the right to face his assailant, when again he was hit. This time, he went straight to the floor. Drake winced, and turned upward. There was a glimpse as the Mandalorian ran into the crowd.
Drake pushed himself up and searched the running, screaming horde of people. Finally, he saw a white helmet for a few fleeting moments before it vanished into swarm of people. Drake booked after them, bowling over a man, and narrowly missing a kid. He came up to the spot he saw the guard, but it was too late. She was gone. Drake went back to the main road, and started towards the senate building.

TAG: Mitth_Fisto

 

Zolrin Fourd IC:
~Im'g'twe Hills, Geonosis~

From his vantage point, laying atop a caltrop a half mile away, he watched XT-1C and his force arrive into the caltrop fields just as he expected them to. He had led them with little "crumbs," forcing them to arrive to this region among the Im'g'twe Hills.

If the tactical droid was truly learning, he'd be figuring there was a high chance for Zolrin and his ten B1s to be hiding amongst the caltrops somewhere. Ambush would also normally be high, except a force of eleven against a force of two hundred twenty-four was not a good matchup. Not initially at least. Still, there were ways.

As the droid would guess, as any opposing officer would in its case, he was using the terrain to his advantage. Just not entirely in the way they might expect. Not at first.

He had to be careful not to damage the droids, that wasn't the point of his job, but he had warned the Trade Federation that there was always that risk if they wanted them to learn appropriately. This was warfare. Injury, or damage in this case, was always a risk. But he wanted to make sure he got his full pay if possible.

"The explosives are setup and primed then?" he asked through his comlink connection to those under his charge. A droid's voice replied quickly. The enemy had tanks, he had bombs. It was only fair, so long as they were used with care.

"Affirmative."

"Good. Wait for my command."

A few moments went by as one company of droids went out away from the main group of MTTs and AATs. Another stayed put in reserve. The droid was playing cautiously. It worked for him.

"Now."

"Roger, roger!"

The explosives went off beautifully. They had been set by the squad and himself at the point the main group remained behind at, not where they were standing of course (the whole outright destroying being no good thing being at play), but at the base of each caltrop on the opposite sides of where they would be looking as they passed through. And put in such a way as to make sure the giant caltrops would fall just so.

The aim was to make sure they completely boxed them in. Vehicles and all. If successful, Zolrin had just effectively cut the enemy's forces in half, buying much needed time.

Once done, he then watched the first company's reaction while giving his next order.

"Fire."

"Roger!"

Set up to their left some distance away and disguised by heavily leaning caltrops were only two B1s of his own. They were behind them, but strung across them (with the heavy shadow of the leaning caltrop above it obscuring clear vision) was a wire that was strung across three of the droids' blasters. To compensate them, he had given one his rifle and the other two his T-6s. With one of the hiding B1s pulling the string right then, they were to press on the triggers and fire in the enemy's direction, while they spun out to the outside of their caltrops and opened fire themselves yet remaining close against them to make smaller targets.

The enemy would assume there were five, rather than two. That was the idea. If half of an already tiny force was assumed present at a location, it was likely to be assumed they were all there due to their size. It should be kiting the first company over to them like a beacon, and applied immediately after the explosions to maximize time given from the caltrop trap cutting off reinforcements initially. They would gun down as many as they could, with Zolrin himself atop his own caltrop not far behind those two B1s under his command.

The other eight? Split up and in position to box in the larger force in a confusion of multi-directional fire. Though they would only shoot when Zolrin ordered it, as he wanted the first company well pulled from the trapped second company so they could thin them down as much as possible first.

Hit and run, with a dash of cleverness, would be the dish of the day.

"Oya!" he whispered to himself.

Tag: Bardan_Jusik

 

OOC GM Announcement: Following some confusion from several players (myself included) and after discussion with the player involved I've made the GM decision to void this post from the game. So treat it as if it never happened and MandoA101 will be submitting a new post to cover his character's actions. Thanks, and sorry for any confusion. Any questions, just shoot me a PM.

 

OOC: Oh well. try number 2.

IC: Drake

He lay at his 8th story window perch, overlooking the landing platform. The shuttle ramp dropped, crew and dignitaries filtering out onto the pad. Finally, they had arrived. Actually, he thought, looking at the time, they were right on schedule, and so was he. Only about 50 meters away, a diplomatic convoy with a police escort awaited Senator Beedan. A fighter was situated next to the shuttle, another Mandalorian seemingly joining the procession, accompanying the Senator to her destination.

Drake had arrived on Agamar three days earlier, scouting a route through the city. the police were very alert, and that had been a little bit of a problem. Somehow, he was able to slip through the Agamarian Air Traffic Police (referred to as the AATP) and land his ship just off the Eastern Border of the city. he was virtually a ghost. He had never been to Agamar, and no records of him existed. He was also an illegal visitor. It was best he stayed down low. However, landing was the most difficult part, and he completely over estimated security. Actually getting into Calna Muun was no problem; the Police were, for the most part, relaxed. He had was just walked into the city with his supplies in his bag, dressed as an Agamarian. He had rented a speeder and room under a false name, and used it as his base of operations. Fortunately, it was only two blocks from the spaceport.
After a day in the city, he had discovered various routes to his temporary home. It was pretty dingy, and the entrance was in an alleyway. He had hidden his speeder in an abandoned school complex next to his lodging. There, he hit the Jackpot. in the complex was a classroom supplies and Book storage room, which, on the 8th floor, offered a beautiful view of the landing bay. His plan was to exit the storage, get on his speeder across the street, and drive to his ship where he would take off. But, of course, he had to kill the Senator first.

Beedan walked to the speeder, at a nice, slow, consistent speed. perfect. I raised my eyes to my rifle's scope, and began to breathe. In, out. In, out. eventually, nothing was on my mind but my target. Her head didn't move as she strode gracefully to the procession of armored vehicles. Find your respiratory pause, I told myself. That space in between heartbeats when your body is completely immobile. A few crucial seconds felt like forever, until I felt the time was right. My finger snaked around the trigger. then, I felt the pause.
BLAM!
The sniper bolt whizzed downrange, and Drake waited in anticipation to see whether his shot made contact with the target.

 

GM Update​

IC: Senator Huna Beedan's entourage
Calna Muun Spaceport, Agamar

The shot rang out, echoing over the landing platform at the edge of the busy spaceport. The sound was unmistakable, it's origin not quite as easily discernible, though it must have been fired from a position elevated above even the landing platform. Of course by the time anyone below on the platform heard the shot, the bolt had already struck home. Chaos erupted as the form of the Senator crumpled to the ground, the bolt had hit her directly in the chest, a fatal shot that would have incinerated her internal organs there, obliterating her heart and searing her lungs into uselessness. It was a good killshot, one that any assassin should be proud of. There was a problem though, the senator didn't appear to be dead.

Instead she was squirming on the ground, reaching and clawing at her chest where she had been hit as the Senatorial guards, four men and a women at their center, rushed towards the armored police speeder van waiting for them. Meanwhile the Agamarian police were scanning outwards, trying to discern the position of the shooter. In the center of the maelstrom of tumult, the hired Mandalorian, Susulur Dha'tra, was the calm eye of the storm. He knelt by the side of the wounded woman, the arutiise armor plate she wore under her flowing vestments had saved her life, though at the price of a cracked rib or two. Now he too scanned the area, the best way to ensure the survival of the Senator now as to eliminate the threat before he got off a second shot. What he didn't know, what none of them knew, was that the assassin who had fired the round wasn't the only one there prepared to kill the Senator.

Jabba wasn't the only Hutt who wanted the Senator dead. In fact all the Kajidic's had their own plans for stopping the her Crime Bill in one fashion or another. As fate would have it, one of these had hired another Mandalorian to assassinate the good Senator during her trip to Agamar. He had worked for them before, and though his employment had taken him elsewhere, the pay they offered for the death of one Senator far outweighed what he could make as a bounty hunter during the same time. And so it was that Jax Nova, concealed within a copse of trees on a small grassy knoll opposite the school book despository was watching what transpired on the landing platform through the lens of his own sniper rifle as he readied his own shot.

TAG: @Miith_Fisto, MandoA101, Jax Nova

OOC. Mitthy, I leave it to you whether your character saw where the shot emanated from or not. The Agamarian police are nearly useless though, so I can assure you they saw nothing.

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IC: Orgo Rosos (NPC)
"War Room", Geonosis

Examining the holographic battlefield the Neimoidian watched the "battle" between the hired Mandalorian Zolrin Fourd and XT-1C play out in real time. Orbiting high above the Im'g'twe Hills were a trio of probe droids that relayed the images he was watching from the safety and comfort of the war room. Neither the Mandalorian nor XT-1C had access to the datastream from the droids, reliant therefore on their own methods of gathering information about enemy intentions during the exercise.

"No, no. No!" Rosos cried out to no one in particular as he watched the explosions cutoff half of XT-1C's forces from the immediate battle. Likewise the droid's heavy guns were out of the fight as heavy blaster fire poured down on the other half of the droids, the first company that had marched into the caltrop field. Listening in on the tactical net only made the Neimoidian more despondent.

"Bulk of enemy force located at mark .87", the experimental tactical droid began as he ordered his deployed troops to assault that position. With his vantage point Rosos knew better. it was yet another trap set up by Fourd, only two droids were located up there, though they replicated the fire of a force at least twice that size. Now there were OPFOR droids on all flanks of the tactical droid's company as it marched towards the pair, firing their blasters up into the caltrops as they did so.

"NO" Rosos repeated himself, though he had no direct access to those on the battlefield. Yet another failure of the tactical droid series was forthcoming, though hopefully at least the prototype would learn from his mistakes and allow for a more intelligent successor. That though would be a significant investment, and of course would do nothing to help sales now. The arrival of a client accompanied by a TC series droid served to exacerbate the situation.

"Excuse me sir," TC-111 spoke up. "Allow me to introduce the buyer from Clan Ordo." Unable to hide the scowl on his face Rosos hoped the young female Mandalorian simply wouldn't be familiar enough with his people to know recognize his agitation. "Ah, miss Ordo, your people's reputation as warriors precedes you. Please, let us discuss what our battle droids can do for you."

TAG: Darth_Elu (for the continuing Battle of the Caltrops), TheSilentInfluence (introductions to Orgo Rosos. The holographic battle table would also be readily visible to your character as well)

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Second Thought, freighter
Emerging from hyperspace, Geonosis

As the battles real and imaginary raged on two worlds, the Second Thought decanted from hyperspace with a flash. Out ahead, the dusty brown ball known throughout the galaxy (well those who knew it's name) as Geonosis hung serenly in space.

"Second Thought, we have you on our screens now. Please come to course 42 carom 60 for landing at the main field," the droid voice squeaked through the comm system. Outside a quartet of Geonosian fighters took up position to escort the erstwhile cargo ship down to their assigned landing area. It wouldn't do for their gusts to be blown from the stars by a rival clan before their arrival after all.

TAG: The Vanguard, Master Vo'Un'Var

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IC: Beskaryc Taab
Mern Company Barracks, Agamar

Taab flipped up the corners of the cards in front of him so that only he could see what he had. He was sitting at 17, down two hands to none in a best of five he knew he had to win this one. 17 wasn't enough to do that, of that he was nearly certain, but if he took another card he could easily bust, go over the limit, and give the hand, total victory, and half this week's pay over to the grizzled Arkanian veteran opposite him. "shab" he whispered to himself, biting his lip as soon as the expletive was uttered. The Arkanian simply folded his arms, a confident look on his face. Taab's utterance had given away too much to his opponent. Well he thought to himself, if he was going to go out, he might as well go out trying to win.

"I'll..." Taab never finished as an alarm rang out in the barracks and their Agamarian commanding officer rushed in to give them orders. "There's been an attack down in the spaceport, Agamarian police want some muscle to help lock down the spaceport until they can find the culprit, and that means us." The card game was forgotten as the eight members of Mern company scrambled for their gear and weapons. Most Agamarian Militia units would take at least 15 minutes to prep themselves for a mission. Taab knew from previous experience with Mern Company that they would be ready in less than five, and Taab himself in considerably less than that.

He stood and grabbed his buy'ce out from under his shebs where he had been sitting on it. Affixing it over his head he pounded on his armor plates ensuring they were seated properly. Everyone else in the company wasted time grabbing their own armor from atop their lockers and putting it on. Taab saved that time by always wearing his beskar'gam. His uncle had taught him long ago to always be ready for anything. His helmet now on and the systems booting up he grabbed his carbine and stood on the line at the center of the squad bay indicating he was ready.

"Taab, you good to go?" His commanding officer asked impatiently seeing the Mandalorian toeing the line.

"Oya sir!" Taab said with a grin behind his faceplate. it always made him feel good to beat out the Arkanian in anything, even if it was responding to an emergency, drill or not.

"It'll take the rest of these maggots a few more minutes to get ready, then we have to take the speeders to the spaceport...." he trailed off as he looked curiously at Taab's jetpack. "That thing fueled?"

"Always sir," Taab replied. He was almost taken aback at the question, of course it was fueled, why else would he be wearing it?"

"OK, Good." the officer was clearly deep in thought as he bit his lip. "Head out to the spaceport on your own and get eyes on what is going on. Guide us in and we'll set up the perimeter."

Taab smiled again behind his faceplate. "Roger that sir," rushing out of the barracks before igniting his jetpack and lifting off for the spaceport.

TAG: No one, for now. As always feel free to PM me if anyone has any questions.

 

IC: Drake

Beedan went down, and all hell broke loose. even with a silencer, a baster could be heard and seen. The crowd straight up fled the scene, yelling a screaming. The Senate Guards ran for the Police Speeders, and the Agamarian Police froze. The Mandalorian was covering her, checking her for any life she might have left. Beedan shook violently, and it concerned Drake a little. He had never seen one go through Death Throes for that long. Beedan's chest heaved upward again, gasping for air, and Drake noticed a small flicker of light reflect off of her torso. It was armor, a durasteel plate. His shot, as he thought, had been perfect. A large, scarred dent sat in the center of the armor.

His left index finger curled around the trigger, about to put Huna out of her misery. Then Senate Guards shouted something, spurning the traumatized Agamarian Police Force into action. They rushed to the body, raising her in the air, carrying her at a stumbling running pace to the transports. With a swear and a sound of discontentment, He willed his finger to let go. He didn't have a shot. He stood up and raced down the old, creaking staircase 3 steps at a time. He opened the door and re-entered the rear of the school complex. Pushing an old datapad shelf over to his left, he grabbed his hidden speeder bike and swung onto it. then, without a word, zoomed after the convoy of vessels.

TAG: Mitth_Fisto , Bardan_Jusik

 

IC: Asha Ordo
"War Room", Geonosis

Asha took a deep breath before she addressed the Neimoidian, and hoped that she would appear calm enough to greet him properly. "Orgo Rosos, allow me the pleasure of introducing myself. I am Asha Ordo of House Ordo, and I have come to you on behalf of my father Vegard." Asha crossed an arm over her chest, bowing low to Orgo Rosos. Once she arose again, Asha continued. "We are in great need of allies and droids; and I hope that we can come to a mutual agreement that would benefit both of us."

I hope that I haven't intruded very much on Orgo Rosos. This is nerve wracking already, and the last thing I want to do is be kicked off planet for my awful timing. He doesn't look upset, but you never know. Some people are very good at hiding what they feel.

As Asha waited for a reply she caught the blue transparent images of the holographic battle table and her eyes settled on it with fascination. Without waiting for permission, Asha impulsively moved towards the table to get a better view and noticed the droids laying in a smouldering heap in the images. "Do your droids not have shields?" She asked, holding her helmet more tightly under her arms as she stared open mouthed at the image. "They look strong and well built. Of course that doesn't mean that their isn't an enemy that can't best them." Asha bit her lip and stepped away. "My apologies. I'm afraid that when I see images of battles I can't help myself. Forgive me please."

Tag: Bardan_Jusik

 

COMBO POST W/ THE VANGUARD.
IC: Kyr'am Galaar, Shuk'la Ruus
Second Thought, Emerging from hyperspace, Geonosis

The star-streaks of hyperspace slowed as the freighter dropped from lightspeed, showing a big brown planet sprouting into view.

"Objective planet in sight, here come the Q-tips," Ruus chuckled over the internal comm system to Kyr'am. Shuk'las reference to the bug fighter's shape resembling a hygiene tool was never received properly by others. It didn't matter to him if anyone else laughed or not, he would laugh because he thought his joke was funny, no matter how many times he told it.


"Second Thought, we have you on our screens now. Please come to course 42 carom 60 for landing at the main field," the droid voice squeaked through the comm system.

"Roger Docking Control, coordinates set." he responded to the Neomodian.

Turning his comms back to the internal system, Shuk'la directed his comrade,"Galaar, stay hidden on the ship and glue your ears to my voice. When I give the signal, pop out in your fighter like a bat-outta-hell and blast the target before they can takeoff. Howcopy."

"Ready, Blast them. Hm... well, This won't be too exciting but I am ready as I'll ever be."

What Kyr'am was hoping for was an assassination, and he kept his hopes up to get a stealthy assignment soon. For now, he could at least add more notches to his Fang kill count.

"I see the landing pad, we'll be groundside in 7 minutes."

TAG: Bardan_Jusik The Vanguard

 

Jax steadied his aim, waited for a pause, and... down the Senator went. He almost flinched. It wasn't his shot that had hit the senator! "Blast!" he muttered under his breath. He needed this payout bad. The bounty hunting had been stiff competition lately and now it appeared someone else was after his mark yet again. He breathed steadily again, though. He gazed through his scope as the Mandalorian security guard knelt beside the mark. Fortunately for Jax the Senator seemed to not be dead after all. Some sort of armor must have protected her from the first shot. This shot, however, would have no armor between it and it's mark. Jax moved slow and steady with the writhing of the Senator. He knew he might only get one shot but at the same time he had better take that one shot before the first shooter took a second shot. With the cross hairs centered on the Senator's head Jax squeezed the trigger gently but right before he made the final centimeter on his trigger pull the guards rushed into view and helped pick the Senator up.

Jax threw a few more curse words out in a mumbling breath and decided it was all or nothing. As the guards started taking the Senator towards the transport he caught an image of the back of the Senator's head through the crowd. He aimed true and fired. Commotion and chaos, which were already rank in the air, spilled over once more and the Senator was lost in the guards. Jax watched intently, trying to see if his shot had been well placed or not.

Mitth_Fisto Bardan_Jusik MandoA101

 

Zolrin Fourd IC:
~Im'g'twe Hills, Geonosis~

The plan so far was being executed flawlessly. While it showed that there would have to be more improvements from the battle droids coming, it did show some promise as well. The droids underneath him listened to orders and grasped his intent well enough. Problem was…they had to be with him directly to get it evidently.

But for now, he could enjoy the success currently happening while being careful. Wasn't over yet.

As soon as the enemy force, or at least the half of them they got separated, was pulled far enough way to be at his liking, he gave the signal.

"All units are a Go."

From behind various caltrops, they opened fire from all sides, ducking and moving as they had been instructed before the OPFOR had even arrived. When any unit seemed to start becoming overwhelmed, he finally made his personal entrance to the fight.

Standing up and lighting his jetpack, he swooped down and grasped a fallen blaster rifle from a deactivated enemy droid, while also gaining their attention once more. Spinning the weapon in his hands and turning so he flew backward for a second, he opened fire himself. As soon as he found a caltrop to land on though, he did and crouched low once more.

His intent was to keep them going high, low and in all directions at once. His quick movements were perfect at constantly pulling their attention away from any of his friendly units when they locked on too well. From a business perspective, he was testing their tracking ability, situational awareness, and priority computation. It should all prove useful for the Trade Federation by the end.

Even if it wasn't the instant gratification that they desired. But hey, that was a warrior's life. You had to train and forge yourself in the fire. No one reached the pinnacle immediately.

Not even a droid.

Tag: Bardan_Jusik TheSilentInfluence (Due to watching)

 

IC: Susulur Dha'tra
Calna Muun Spaceport, Agamar

Senator was the point of all of this and as most of her security detail made it to the hover vehicle as the Agamarian security raised the wounded and robed body and began to carry her toward the speeder he began to feel at his back under the kama. "Could you stop writhing, you are not making this easy." he whispered out with a slight lip smack at the end. It was really exasperating, not that he could do anything about it.

Finally he felt that added piece to his kit of extra kama in the rear he always had on these body guard duties, snapping it off he brought arm around to drap it over the robed figures head when it happened. "Krazsch!" he exclaimed as the bolt did it's damage. He still drapped the kama cloth bit over the head covering her from more damage, but as he saw her limp arm flop outwards he knew the shot had not missed. At least not wholly. She might still be alive, just dazed by a grazing shot, but he wasn't going to hold his breath on this.

Only good this was the second shot had given him better data to work of the shooters location. "Sniper nest ID'd. Sending location now." he silently mumbled as they continued to carry the body to the transport.

TAG: Bardan_Jusik,

 

OOC: Since I know we have some folks new to RPing, here is a reminder to all as we get closer to the point where our characters may start facing off with one another. Please do not control the actions of any character other than your own (NPC characters under your care are an obvious exception). Generally I'll let you know when NPC are fair game, but if you have any questions regarding what NPCs you can and cannot control, just PM me and I'll let you know.

IC: Beskaryc Taab
en route to Calna Muun Spaceport, Agamar

As Taab took to the skies with his jetpack he tuned the comm system in his buy'ce to monitor local police and tactical frequencies. They were a real mess, chaotic shouts and contradictory orders seeming to be the rule of the day. The aruetiise sounded more panicked than professional, though at least things hadn't been quite so bad in the companybarracks he had left just moments ago.

"Sniper nest ID'd. Sending location now." Another voice cut through. Taab noted the location sent over the network, at least one being down there knew what he was doing. Nationalistic pride wanted him to believe that it was the Mandalorian on the Senator's security detail, though he couldn't assume that. Still it was good to know that at least one being down there knew what he was doing.

As Taab drew closer to the spaceport and the site of the assassination attempt he lowered the range finder on the left side of his buy'ce, magnifying the image on his HUD to get a better idea of what he was seeing. The Senator's entourage had managed to make their way to their armored vehicle and were off as it made it's way winding through the streets towards a safe location. Where that location would be Taab wasn't privy to. Police headquarters, a militia base, Senate offices? The latter didn't make much sense, but the other two did.

He scanned the surrounding area again, taking note of the sniper position called out by the calm voice. Some police units were already on moving in towards it, Taab heard the call to take the shooter alive if possible, but not to hesitate to use deadly force if need be. Taab was still too far away to take part in that, so he continued his scan of the perimeter before looking again to the Senator's convoy. They had picked up a tail, a lone speeder, that couldn't be good. He called it out to the convoy, hoping someone, anyone, there could do something about it. "Convoy, you have a tail, speeder coming up fast on your rear." Closer now, though still out of effective range of anything save maybe his jetpack mounted rocket he saw something that made his blood run cold as he reported that too.

"shab, looks to be wearing Mandalorian gear."

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Speeder 54, Agamarian Police Force
Calna Muun Spaceport, Agamar

The constables of Speeder-54 had been enjoying a brief break at a local caf house when the call had come in from central. "Shooting at the spaceport, VIP involved." That had spurred them into action, without regard for their beverages, and now spilled caf dripped off of the speeder's console and onto the officer riding in the passenger seat. It was just the two of them here in this speeder, but as the call came in identifying the location of the shooter two other units responded as well. That made six constables spread out across three speeders converging on the grassy knoll from three different directions. They'd been order to take the suspect alive if possible, and between three speeders, they should be able to do just that. Still the caf soaked officer checked his blaster pistol, making sure it had a full charge. If things got messy, neither he nor any of the others would hesitate to shoot to kill.

TAG: Jax Nova, the three speeders (six officers total, two per speeder) converging on your location are all yours to deal with as you see fit. Evade them, wound them, kill them etc. Have fun.

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IC: Senator Huna Beedan of Anaxes (NPC)
Calna Muun Spaceport, Agamar

"Go, go, go!" The words of one of the surviving security staff cried out to the driver of the armored police van as the bodyguard tossed the still form of the 'senator' inside and closed the door behind him. True to it's name the speeder van sped off with one police speeder out in front clearing the way. There were supposed to be two of them, but one had diverted to the suspected location of the shooter on reported by the bodyguard. Meanwhile inside the speeder the female 'bodyguard' screeched in horror at the nearly lifeless form of the 'Senator'. "That was supposed..." she exclaimed as she began to shake. "Need to get her to a hospital," cried out one of the Agamarian police, but his suggestion was shot down by the Senatorial Guards. "Get to a safe location first, local military base will have both protection and medical care. Get us there, quick."

The driver nodded his assent as he called ahead to the police escort to clear them a path to the local Militia base as another voice came through over the net. "Convoy, you have a tail, speeder coming up fast on your rear." There was a brief pause from the unidentified man before he continued on. "shab, looks to be wearing Mandalorian gear."

TAG: Mitth_Fisto, MandoA101

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IC: Orgo Rosos (NPC)
"War Room", Geonosis

Rosos watched in silent horror as the Mandalorian from clan Ordo took in the battle displayed on the central holo table. It would take any soldier straight out of basic training less than a minute to see that the droids were being systematically wiped out by the much smaller force led by the contractor. it would take barely a moment for a trained Mandalorian to see the same thing.

Damn him, damn that man Rosos thought to himself, though deep down he knew it was his fault. He should have waited to schedule this exercise until after a deal was struck. He had been hoping to squeeze one last use out of the Contractor though, and now it was going to backfire on him.

"Do your droids not have shields?" The woman asked, cradling her helmet under her arms. "They look strong and well built. Of course that doesn't mean that their isn't an enemy that can't best them. My apologies. I'm afraid that when I see images of battles I can't help myself. Forgive me please."

Rosos tried to recover quickly, not wanting the potential customer know how uncomfortable he was with events at the moment. "No apologies necessary, you are an honored guest here to observe a weapons demonstration, so please. Observe." The Neimoidian gestured towards the holo table, his brain racing to deliver some sort of explanation she might believe. "We do have some shielded variants, our droideka models offer supperior mobility, firepower and of course come equipped with shields able to withstand small arms fire." He licked his lips as he blinked. "They are however, more expensive than the B1 model, and sadly are not a part of the current exercise..." he trailed off his mind still searching for an explanation of what was going on. He grimaced as the attacking force under the Tactical Droid's command was cut to pieces, leaving just the reserve force left mostly intact. Sadly for the tactical droid (and Rosos) that force was completely cut off at the moment. The Neimoidian frowned at the thought of losing the sale before he could even make his pitch. His demeanor changed somewhat at the holographic image of the Contractor flitting from one location to the next with his jetpack and "destroying" several attacking droids in the process.

"As you can see here, we are demonstrating what a small force of droids led by a well trained organic can do to a much larger force," he smiled at his improvisation. "The attacking force is led by one of our prototype tactical droids, there is much room for improvement on that model..." He grimaced again. He had been hoping that the XT model would be ready for production, but that clearly wasn't the case now, best to salvage what he could. "As you can see here by the numbers, the attacking force has lost over half it's strength now at the loss of only one.." his mouth gaped open in a combination of shock and horror, "...of the defending force's droids." He licked his lips again. "Even a small force of droids led by an exceptional warrior such as a Mandalorian can achieve a great many things." He typed in an order on the console to end the exercise and recall the contractor to the spire where the war room was located. The contractor was on payroll, he could speak this woman's language. Surely he could help to finalize a deal.

TAG: TheSilentInfluence, Darth_Elu

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IC: TC-47 (NPC)
Landing Pad 94, Geonosis

The Second Thought was guided to one of a multitude of hidden landing bays scattered across the surface of Geonosis. Once the freighter had settled down onto the landing pad, the pad itself began to move, downward into a deep shaft as armored doors closed above them. The privacy of potential customers was important to the Geonosians and the Trade Federation. The recessed landing platform and the armored hatch would serve to keep prying eyes away from the freighter, as well as protect it from any sort of attack whilst it was stationary and vulnerable.

As the Second Thought's boarding ramp was lowered a droid approached and spoke with a slightly feminine sounding vocabulator. "I am TC-47, human-cyborg relations. My master has sent me to escort you to the central spire. Is there anything else you require?"


TAG: The Vanguard, Master Vo'Un'Var