Topic: Mandalorian RPG (moderated)

This is a moderated RPG, I will play the role of RPG mod/game master and all other Non-player characters.

I am limiting the number of players to 6 because it becomes too cumbersome with more players.  (with a better system, I might be able to allow a whole army of player characters in the future)

Each player that wants to join needs to post:

Height: (player's choice)
Armor Color: (player's choice)
Race: (choice of any SW humanoid creatures and races, since mandalorians are a mixed bag)
Sex: (male, female or other)
Primary Weapon: (blaster types not larger than a rifle or a carbine)
Secondary Weapon/Special ability: (blaster weapon no larger than a pistol or any special ability, be creative)

Short history and description: (the better the description, the easier for everyone to picture your character)

-The Era is pre-clone wars, sometime between "open seasons" and "episode II", keep that in mind, there will be no imperials or clones yet.

STAR WARS

MANDALORIAN CHRONICLES

IT IS A PERIOD OF CIVIL UNREST
THE MANDALORIANS HAVING ESTABLISHED THEMSELVES AS PROFESSIONAL SOLDIERS FOR HIRE
ARE AT ODDS WITH A SPLINTER GROUP THAT HAVE DUBBED THEMSELVES AS THE DEATHWATCH.
IN THE RACE FOR THE WEALTHIEST PAYING JOBS THAT REQUIRE PROFESSIONAL WARRIORS,
BOTH GROUPS STRIVE TO OUTWIT, OUTDO AND ELIMINATE THE OPPOSITION.

WITH SUCH HEATED COMPETITION, A SMALL GROUP OF MANDALORIAN VETERANS ARE OUT
TO MAKE A DIFFERENCE...

Get to posting, I post the synopsis as soon as there are at least 4 players.

Name: Spinx Vera
Height: 5 foot 12
Armour color: Black with gold trim
Race: Human?
Sex: Female
Primary weapon: Sniper rifle
Secondary Weapon/Special Ablitity: Slice anything (can hack)

Short Bio: Spinx has been trained for warriorhood since eight-years of age. Focused more on wit than brute strength, she has a lithe, but in shape, build. She was orphaned by the splinter group Death Watch when they killed her parents; she was a little older than 5. Resucued by a group, now replaced, of Mandalorian hunters, she grew up surround by their culture. She spent most of her childhood running from planet to planet with the group; her first bounty was at the age of 9. She has an uncanny ability to judge character on sight, and loves to mess with droids. She has taken this oppurtunity to extract revenge for her murdered family.

Thanks to the moderator for the sticky and thanks to you Atinvod for being the first to join.

Great choice for you primary weapon and love the background.

If by tomorrow there are no other people that join, it'll be a one person RPG.  If that happens, bear with me, you might actually enjoy the game on your own, much like one of those books "in which YOU are the hero".  LOL

Your welcome.
Sounds like a good idea anyway. I might join later or something.

Sounds like fun. I'm sure someone else will join, too. Don't worry, ner vod.

name:grov vontross
height:6'0
armor color:red with black trim
race:human
sex:male
weapon:wookie bowcaster
special ability:demo expert(can make explosive rounds and bombs and whatnot)

history:around the age of ten grov was on a corellian corvette hi-jacked by mandalorians.instead of killing the boy who was an orphan one of the mandalorians adopted him.being trained in numerous forms of combat he excelled in demolitions.eventually the mandalorian that adopted him died on a mission and grov sweared vengeance on those who had killed his father.at the age of twenty he finally killed the last of the group that had killed his father.

Welcome to the game, Vontross.  Your skills will be much needed.

Tell me if you two want to start or if you want to wait for more members.

The game is very much based on a standard RPG with very few rules.

-You may shoot at anything and anyone, killing or wounding it us totally random.  As game moderator I may decide if it's a kill, wound or miss.   Remember, don't shoot at anything you don't really want killed/destroyed

-The game relies on your wits and creativity, the more creative the solution, the more fun the game will be, both for you and me.

-You do not have life-points, but that doesn't mean you cannot die.  Be smart, don't attack tanks head on, you may be mandalorian but not invincible.  Mandalorians are cunning and can always improvise, there are other ways of taking out a tank without getting killed.

-Pay attention to the description given of your surroundings and the number of "baddies", it could mean success or failure of your mission.

-Kill only when it's necessary.  There is a lot of information to be had from a wounded, but living, prisoner.

-If unsure of ANYTHING, ask questions.  And if you think it could work, try it.

More rules and info later.

Welcome to the game ner vode!!!

Name: Bjor Kirath   
Height: 5’10”
Armor: Jet Black
Race: Ubese
Sex: Male
Primary Weapon(s): Dual Mandalorian Rippers
Secondary Weapon: Mandalorian Assault Rifle

After the destruction of his homeworld, Uba III, by the Old Republic, Bjor was one of the few Ubese refugees abducted by a corrupt officer to serve as slaves and indentured servants. He called it the ‘spoils of war’, an interesting twist on the word slavery. While serving as a hunter, going out day after day to bag dinner for his “illustrious master”, Bjor learned his way around weaponry, particularly slugthrowers.

Two years after his capture, his owner’s estate was the target of a Mandalorian raid, another failed attempt to restart the Great War. Nearly everyone on the estate grounds was slaughtered, with what might be the sole exception of Bjor. Every man able to wield a gun was called into the officer’s chambers to serve as a last line of defense. He honestly expected them to die for him.

Bjor accepted the fact that if he was going to die one way or another, he sure as hell wasn’t going to die protecting the man who’d taken him and forced him into labor. And so he stood there, watching stoically as every man in the room was systematically killed. At first the Mandalorians didn’t know what to think of him, and thought it best to simply leave the boy there. A single soldier among them thought differently, wanting no prisoners, and raised his rifle to the dark-skinned child.

Bjor drew and fired before his adversary could pull the trigger. His master was dead, now he was fighting for his own life. The single shot he fired earned him a trio of blaster wounds spread out over his torso by the remaining Mandos, blasting the boy off his feet and hurling him to the floor. Still he struggled to stand, trying to draw a bead on his enemies through eyes blurry with sweat and blood. He managed to get himself to his knees, and stared back into the T-shaped visors that gave the boy puzzled looks.

One of the warriors present was touched by the display of fearless violence, and told the boy he would be his own son then and there. Needless to say, Bjor was confused. After being patched up enough to move, the Mandos took Bjor with them. Leaving his home yet again, willingly this time, Bjor was taught the points and code of Mandalorian honor, and embraced them readily. Finally he had found something that made sense, something that fit him as perfectly as a custom-crafted rifle.

He was given the armor of the soldier who had tried to kill him: a suit of pitch black Mandalorian metal that lacked a jetpack. Bjor had no problem with that, preferring to pack more kit over the ability to fly. Staying true to his love for projectile weapons, the Ubese became fond of the Mandalorian Ripper, practicing daily until his precision was as much a machine as the gun he fired. It would be years later when he trained his left hand to possess the same accuracy, and wielded two of the destructive weapons with skill and pride. He carried a rifle only at the insistence of his father, who believed religiously in the necessity of long-range weaponry. Contrary to most soldiers, Bjor uses the rifle only when his pistols are inadequate for the job.

Welcome to the game, "Kirath".

I'm glad with the composition of the team.  Currently we have a long-range weapons specialist, a demo expert and an assault mando.

Here are a few more pointers and rules before we start the actual RPG.

-All mandos in the game have a standard kit, namely; wrist gaunts that have flamethrower, whipcord, dart launcher and of course a wrist rocket.  Each mando also has a built-in rangefinder on their helmet.  Remember that you have these items available to you.

-Certain Non Player Characters (NPC) will either help you or hinder you, some of them have recurring "roles".  Try not to kill those that actually help you.

-Discuss things among you, either in PM or by starting your post entry with <CONSULT> and then posting what issue you want to discuss.  However, certain situations will not allow you the opportunity to discuss.  These are situations of urgency or in which a specific mando player is in jeopardy and must react on his/her own.

-It is possible to kill each other, but I typically advise against it.  After all, you are supposed to work together to achieve your goal.

-It is not my goal to kill you off at every opportunity, it's not fun and it's counter productive.  It is my job to try and make your character's life miserable though, because a mando's life is tough but rewarding.

-It's a very very loose RPG, wander around, pick up stuff, flirt with the twilek dancers, you get the idea.

-Blasting something, sometimes, is the best solution.

-Be creative and have fun.

I will see you on the field soon ner vode.

Alrighty, since there hasn't been any activity (ie people wanting to join) in the last 24 hours, I am starting the game.  Any new players can be added to the team later on, but for now let's begin.

Chapter 1: The Job

Spinx, Grov and Bjor had barely had the chance to get back from their previous missions when they were all called into the briefing room.  There was a job to be done.  Their "taskmaster" was a highly respected Mando'ad and he had had them called in personally by his droid rather than by holo-coms.

Everyone was seated sparsely in the large briefing room and wondered about the urgency of the meeting when their superior spoke from the middle of the room.  "I do not believe either of you have had the opportunity to work under my command, I am Var Zolst and I have been contacted by a very high-paying client."

He paced around and continued "Unfortunately, I am unable to fill this request as something of greater importance has come up.  You will therefore have to take the contract on your own.  I have heard great things about each of your abilities and I am confident that you will succeed in this mission, specifically since some of you have a personal interest in this job."  Var Zolst paused again.  "Our contractor wants a certain group eliminated, private vendetta I believe.  The job requires you to do away with a smaller Deathwatch group, this mission is two-fold as you will have the chance to eliminate some of your worst competitors and get paid doing so.  I will not talk of reward specifics, but our contractor insisted on a bonus for each Mando'ad that succeeds in eliminating this specific group."  He then turned around and proceeded to walk towards the exit "Details have been downloaded to your helmet viewfinders... Good luck, ner vode..."

All three mandalorians simply nodded at each other as they simultaneously put on their helmets and proceeded to read the files of their mission.

-Location: Kalderast, a planet on the outer rim territories with low gravity, most of the cities are established on gigantic floating rocks which have been detached from the surface of the planet.  The cities themselves have a standardized artificial gravity allowing normal activity.

-Target: DeathWatch group, number unsure, speculated to be somewhere between 10 to 12

-Travel distance: 12 par-secs

-Weaponry: Standard

-Note: There are 3 major cities on Kalderast, in view of logistics and ease of leaving the planet, intellegence suggests that the target is located on one of these major cities.  It is highly unlikely they will separate their forces since it is a smaller DeathWatch group.  You will be contacted by an agent on Kalderast as soon as you land.

The three mandalorians sat there for a second, pondering their next move.  There would be a ship waiting for them in the hangar along with a pilot but none of them knew who the other was, this was the first time they were working with each other and did not know what to expect.  They would have to rely on each other's skills even if they did not know what they were.

<Take time in interacting with each other and head on out to the hangar where your transport awaits.>

Spinx regarded the two men sitting in the room with her in utter silence. Neither of them made a move to speak or even head out of the breifing room. Bodies cloaked in shadow, Spinx couldn't get a read of what they were thinking. Body language was everything when you couldn't see the eyes.
Breathing through her nose deeply, she leaned forward out of the shadow. Resting her elbows on her knees, she looked in the general direction of the men. "They call me Spinx. I'll be the long-range specialist for this mission, I'm also a slicer. But, I'm not team leader. Who's that?"

<OFF TOPIC>

Very good first "in-game" post.  As you can see I have labelled the header of this post with the <OFF TOPIC>.  This is simply to avoid confusion between off-topic discussion and in-game discussion, this method also allows the potential readers to skip ahead and continue reading the story instead of having to read through the off-topic discussions.  Try and keep the <OFF TOPIC> labels to a minimum so the story and the game flows.  Make use of your PM boxes, that includes me of course.

Bjor stood slowly, looking his female teammate over with interest. Her armor was almost like his, save for the gold outline. The long-barreled weapon she wore across her back branded her as a long-range specialist before she even said anything – good, he’d always preferred close-quarters anyway, leave sniping to someone else.

The second Mando also stood, and Bjor realized that he was the shortest one here. Still, that didn’t matter much, just made him a smaller target. He strode over to Spinx with hardly a sound, aware of the comforting weight of his Rippers bouncing against his thighs.

“You may call me Bjor.” He said simply, nodding in her direction. The voice was extremely hoarse, as if he’d spent the night previous screaming at the top of his lungs. In truth, it was merely a common trait shared by all Ubese. Everything he said was nothing above a coarse whisper, forcing him to rely on comm channels more than he was comfortable with.

He’d never considered the position of team leader before – he’d never really had a choice in the past. Either he went solo or he was with someone who naturally assumed command, but this time was different. He knew that he had no gift for strategy, but he’d always hoped that he’d be a competent enough leader.

“I’ll take toon leader.” He croaked, knowing that he sounded nothing like a confident commander with that voice of his. He swiveled towards the last Mandalorian left in the room, the largest of them all. Bjor recognized his primary armament as a bowcaster, an incredibly difficult weapon to wield, so he’d heard. It required a Wookie’s strength, or something equivalent, to cock, and his choice of weapon alone tagged him as a remarkably strong warrior.

“And might you show us the honor of sharing your name, ner vod?”

Name: Orsusk Sullusk
Height: 5'11''
Armor: Smoke Gray, Black Trim
Race: Trandoshan
Sex: Male
Primary Weapon(s): Power Claw
Secondary / Skill: Stealth

BIO: Although trandoshan mandalorians are rare, Orsusk was picked up at the age of 11 after swiping a full suit of mandalorian armor and 2 blaster rifles from a mandalorian shuttle while the occupants were still inside. Trained in the art of invisibility, Orsusk has can come and go as he pleases from any situation. Even a trained watchman on full alert would be confounded on how this slippery lizard had bypassed him. Not much else is known about Orsusk's past, he isn't one to talk about that kind of subject although one wouldn't think thats the case once he...
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Before another word could be muttered the door to the room flung open with a BANG. An average sized armor-clad being trotted into the room vividly as if he had no inkling to the previous tension that was slowly building between the three mando's.
"So, this is the motley crew they snatched up to send on this new operation." Orsusk Hissed loudly to make sure everyone heard him clearly. After a moment of silence Orsusk blurted, "So you guys got names?!"

Everyone in the room ws flabberghasted by the spectacle they had just witnessed, but all of their minds were linked to the same thought. "This Death Watch group is going to spot us from a mile away now..." and only the next few words spoken by Orsusk could surprise them even more.

"Well I'm Orsusk, It's my job to make sure we keep the element of surprise!"

The Mandalorian that had not stated his name eyed the Trando with suspicion. He said,"My name is Grov Vontross. I'm the demo expert. I have something for each of you in the hangar." He walked slowly to the door, shouldered his way past the Trandoshan, and headed straight for the hangar. Bjor said, "Might as well" and they all made for the hangar.

<OFF TOPIC>

I don't want to seem like the whiny guy, but your posts are a bit hard to read. Capitalize I's and names, and put a space after periods and commas. Just those two things should make the whole post a lot better.

I dont see the problem with his posts. :/ They're fine. Are you a readings and writing teacher? If not I guess we better leave it at that.

TW

It's simple grammar, something I learned back in 4th grade. I'm not trying to mess with him, it's just that correct english should be excercised whilst RPing. On forum posts I guess I can deal; but here, where understanding what someone writes is key, everyone should use good grammar.

<OFF TOPIC>

True Warrior, I would very much appreciate it if you would also use the <OFF TOPIC> tag.  As I've mentioned previously it allows for the other readers to skip ahead of the non-story posts.  Additionally, I don't think thelastMandalorian's post was too bad, however, it did seem that Dealer of Death's request is a valid one, since the RPG should be quite clear for everyone involved.  Thank you thelastMandalorian for editing your post.

If at all possible, could you both edit your last posts and put the <OFF TOPIC> tag at the beginning please?  Thanks in advance.

The Hangar

- The small group of mandalorians had arrived at the hangar where their transport awaited.  Although initially they were three, they were now accompanied by a fourth member.  There were very few words exchanged and everyone was curious as to what Grov had in store for them.

Upon entering their alloted docking bay, they were greeted with the sight of a ship very different from their usual assault craft, a Nubian luxury ship without a dent or a scratch.  On the far end of the landing pad they saw what they could only assume to be their pilot, busy discussing with a maintenance droid.

They all paused for a moment, waiting for the other to make a comment or say something about the mission at hand.

*whistles* Orsusk slowly stalked around the ship looking it up and down at every possible angle. He was quickly joined by the other members of the squad who were eager to inspect the picturesque vehicle.

"Ssssso who did you have to kill to get this beauty? Scratch that, I don't really wan't to know."

The pilot finished his conversation after leaving the droid with a few choice words. He gestured for the group to follow him into the ship, before disapearing inside.

Orsusk snidely remarked, "After you Oh Captain, My Captain."

Bjor looked at the luxury craft sceptically. Sleek, made for comfort, apparently unarmed. Unacceptable.

"This vessel suffers from a severe lack of weaponry and armor." The black-armored Mandalorian commented, brushing a steel-encased hand against the ship's underside. Space flight was aggravating enough, but taking off without armaments was stupidity. Bjor turned to address the pilot.

"Does it have any weapons?"

The pilot first nodded in the positive then answered with a very flat "no".  Bjor could almost see the mischevous grin behind the pilot's helmet and suppressed the urge to backhand him.  Before he had time to reconsider, the pilot had turned around and headed up the loading ramp.  "Luxurious and no weaponry was what the request sheet said, I just pilot, you guys do all killing".

The rest of the assault team suddenly realized that the mission was going to be less of a cake walk that they were first led to believe.  Somehow it did make sense, arriving on Kalderast with an assault craft would tip off any Deathwatch members and further complicate the mission.  They couldn't help but wonder what other suprises were waiting for them upon their arrival at their destination.

The Mandalorians went to the dining hall to receive the extra equipment from Grov. When they entered Grov was sitting at a table sorting various items. "Oh good, you're here.", he said as they walked to the table. "First things first," he said, "Handle all the things I give you with the utmost care." He walked to the table and picked up a small black box and opened it. Grov turned and went to Spinx and asked, "Do you know what this is?" "No" she replied. "These are explosive rounds that can be used in any sniper rifle." He went to the table, grabbed something, and then went to Bjor. "These are very effective flash-bangs. They can blind and deafen anything. Speaking of which we each get special contacts and earplugs for them." Grov gave them each contacts and earplugs and then continued to Orsusk. "These are specialized detpacks. Use them only when necessary. Oh, and before you detonate them make sure friendlies are far enough away for the different settings." He turned started repacking his equipment and made for the door. "Oh, before I forget if you have any questions just come to my room and I'll try to explain it to you." He then turned and left the room.

"Sssssso am I really expected to use these crude devices?" Orsusk questioned, "I'm more inclined to get in and out without being noticed... and unless these Deathwatch guys are deaf I'm pretty sure this might draw some attention to me."

Sphinx and Bjor both gave him the dirtiest looks they could through their visors.

"... But I've never been one to turn down free stuff, plus I'm sure this might come in handy at some time during the mission."

<OFF TOPIC>

OK, Im sorry. I didnt really get the message. :/ I'll remember that.

Carry on.....

Name: "Bloody" Mari Caedes
Height: 5'9"
Armor: Orange...mostly
Race: Human; Mandalorian Denomination
Sex: Female
Primary Weapon: Vibro-ax
Secondary Weapon: DT-57 "Annihilator" heavy blaster pistol
Special Ability: Mari is a skilled Medic and is heavily equipped with various medical kits, surgical tools, and a wide variety of poisons.

Mari Caedes is all the last of an ancient Mandalorian warrior clan. The Caedes were extremists of the Mandalorian ideals. Since the time of Mandalore the Ultimate, these warriors were fiercely loyal to the Sith and notorious for their cruelty in combat. As the Caedes were resentful of even Mandalorians outside the bloodline, the small clan began a tradition of having medics in battle more appropriately called "Corpsemen." The clan slowly died off, and the last family of pure blood was executed by the Jedi for crimes against sentience. Mari was only six and more than guilty of her share of crimes. She escaped with her eldest brother at the cost of her right arm which was severed up to her shoulder. Her brother took care of her and completed her training as a corpseman. A prodigy of the craft, Mari is highly valued for her medical knowledge and skill.

Mari Caedes entered in quietly, a smoking death stick in her left hand close to her mouth. Her helmet was held casually in her visible cybernetic arm. Her orange armor was faded and worn and her gauntlets were permanently darkened by bloodstains. Caedes was pale with freckles. Her thick dark hair was messily weaved pinned back complexly with needles. A medical bag was slung over her shoulder and hung behind her waist, a vibro-ax was holstered at her shoulder, and a heavy blaster pistol was strapped to her thigh.

She coughed, took another drag from the death stick, and calmly stated, “I’m late.”

"This team is getting bigger by the minute!"  The pilot leaned inside the mess hall which was, except for the now 5-man team, was completely empty.

"We better get going, before you guys multiply any more" he nodded softly and snickered.  "The ship is all fueled up and your gear has been loaded in the main cabin.  We are running a bit late, so if you would all climb aboard, we'll get this show on the road".

The pilot stepped out and left the 4 mandalorians still stunned with the arrival of their new member.  The cybernetic arm wasn't so much of a surprise, but the fact that she was a combat medic was a novelty.  Neither of the four had had the chance to work with a medic before, none of them were that lucky and relied on themselves to patch their own wounds, their mission would definitely benefit from their fifth member.

After a brief introduction, everybody collected their gear from the table and all headed to the waiting Nubian vessel.

The Flight to Kalderast

On board the luxury ship, the assault team walked into the main cabin.  Everything about the ship was "shiny".  The main cabin was circular with hatches leading to the several adjacent private quarters.  A holographic projector was in the middle of the room, surrounded by 6 very extravagant nerf-hide covered reclining seats.

The sight of the main cabin was way too unusual to the small group who was used to the cramped loading bay of their standard dropship, they did not know what to make of such lavish accomodations and why they were flying with such "style" towards a mission that would involve heavy use of artillery.

"Hello, ladies and gentlemen, welcome aboard, how could I be of ser.. " They all simultaneously drew their weapons and spun around when they heard the voice behind them, and were met by a cowering silver protocol droid.   "Oh my word!  Have I displeased you?!  I was merely trying to be of service..."

The pilot, once again, peeked out from the cockpit.  "Whoa, easy there, don't blast your butler, he comes with the ship you know, inventory would like everything in one piece.  Just enjoy his service will ya, he'll bring refreshments and whatever else.  Once we're airborn, I'll play your onboard movie."  With that he disappeared back into the cockpit.

The mandalorians looked at each other, suprised by the turn of events while Orsusk rubbed his hands together gleefully.

"Well, I'm set!" Orsusk said as he swiped a sparkling drink off the droid's tray and reclining in the silky chairs. He knew none of this made any sense, but he was not about to let this opportunity pass him by.

All of the other squad members were either looking around suspiciously or pacing slowly. Bjor was especially on edge, probably because of his self-appointed "leader" position. Orsusk knew how to take and follow orders, but he also knew when it was necessary to break command. Orders were more like a guidline...

Everyone was feeling uncomfortable, not only about the circumstance, but because they had grown used to the cramped spaces and sudden bumps that they were accustomed to. It had been the one relaxing feeling they had gotten before a mission, and it had been ripped from them on this adventure.

The tension built up every second of flight, and Orsusk could take it no longer, he would have to take drastic measures... "Allright, I spy something that is....... RED!"

Mari gave a cold harsh laugh edged with insanity, but suddenly choked and coughed. As to not break the silence, the combat medic's dialated dark eyes narrowed and she looked over and guestured at Grov Vontross's red armor, casting a questioning look back at the Trandoshan.

Spinx, sitting off in the corner, eyed the explosives for her sniper rifle suspicously. She hated surprises, she knew no one on the mission, and this ship was far too comfortable for her liking. She glanced up breifly as the Trando shouted something, just to make sure that she hadn't made him mad. Her drink was red, but she doubted anyone had spotted it and she doubted that was it. Spinx didn't much care.
Putting the explosives back in her duffel, she took out her cleaning kit.
This has to be the 100th time you've cleaned the barrel she thought. Without realizing it, she spoke aloud, "My drink?"  Her voice was deeper than most women and gravelly, her pronouncation and diction was harsh when she spoke Basic. She much perfered Mando'a, but few spoke it fluently; including herself.
She didn't wait for the reply before withdrawing back into her own world. 
Ni su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum. I'm still alive, but you are dead. I remember you, so you are eternal. She had no one to pray for, but it soothed her all the same.

"Dang, thought you were asleep over there. Didn't expect you talk, let alone guess your own drink. " Orsusk slipped his power claw off his wrist for the first time since he had met this new squad. Nonbody else knew it, but it was his own way of showing that he felt slightly comfortable in their presence.

There was another awkward slilence that lasted for longer than Orsusk would have liked. They would all have to work together in some sense, so it was better to get everyone together in some way, even if it was a silly children's game. "Alright, Sphinx is it? You're turn to pick something." He said with a wide grin, "And if you pick that nozzle that you have been fondling incessantly this whole trip, even the two 'strong and silent' types we got sitting over there will guess it." At the last comment Orsusk saw the first signs of life from Bjor and Grov since take off. "Oh so you guys are still alive?"

Spinx couldn't help smirking slightly. At least he's trying. Shifting slightly so she could stretch out her legs, she tried to remember how to begin, "Something green. And, no, it's not you, Orsusk. I'd rather like to keep my head, thanks. "  She liked to keep a detached air about her, so her jesting probably didn't get through to the others. 

Although she kept her face in the shadows, she removed her helmet with a faint ssh sound. She wanted to show that she trusted the others, even if she was uncomfortable around them. Nothing personal, guys, I just don't like people all that much. She placed the helmet at her side, as well as her rifle. She didn't know if the others got the message, but that was the only way to show that she did infact trust them. By laying down her rifle, her most prized possession.

Spinx heard the pilot laugh and shout, "You guys have had too much to drink! From here on out, it's nothing but water and caf."  The entire group forced a chuckle; it wasn't a lot, but it was a start.

Before anybody could guess what Spinx had spied, Bjor spoke up. Spinx knew he wasn't exactly comfortable with being their leader, his body language was practicaly shouting at her. He was tense, but something about his posture said that he was, at least, going to try, "It is, "he looked about the room, his gaze finally settling on the carpet, "Too obvious, Spinx, the carpet?"

Mari, at least, Spinx thought that was her name, shook her head, "No, she's the sniper, if that rifle is any idication. It'll be something we haven't spotted. It'll be small, but infront of our faces." Spinx looked at the rest of them expectantly, Mari had just given the a hint. She'd made it easy for them.

The game was suddenly cut short when the holo-projector fizzled to life.  Var's face looked ominous but was staring blankly into space, a tell-tale sign that this was not a live broadcast but rather a recording.  Var's authoritative voice still made the squad almost stand to attention.

"You all may be wondering why you are travelling aboard such a luxurious vessel rather than your standard dropships.  The explanation is simple; although we have the location of the Deathwatch group, one can hardly hide the arrival of a ship on Kalderast."

Var paused a second.  "If you read your mission files, you already know that there are three major cities on the planet and that the Deathwatch are located on one of them.  Your main problem is, intelligence does not know which one.  Any messages beamed off of Kalderast is obviously being monitored so our spy network was unable to confirm their exact whereabouts.  However, upon arrival you will be contacted by one of our intelligence agents.  Unfortunately, meeting an assault team of Mandalorians would mean blowing his current undercover status, thus everyone on this group will land as a wealthy family accompanied by their aids."

"Until further notice, no one will have access to armor or any weaponry that would compromise your landing on Kalderast.  Your ship has been loaded with clothing and accessories in order to achieve this discreet insertion, the team will infiltrate as civilians, carrying all equipment and weaponry in standard luggage until you have met with your contact and confirmed the exact location of your quarry."

"Remember, don't look for your contact, he will find you.  Kote, ner vode!!!"

Everyone was silent once again, but now everyone seemed to want to express their opinions on their "unique" insertion method.  Roles needed to be distributed, who was to be a noble and who was an aid, and who was this mysterious intel agent.

((Sorry I haven’t written in awhile, been a little busy.))

No weapons, no armor, no idea when or where this contact would show up, and to top it all off one of them would have to play a diplomatic role. Mandalorians were many things, but politicians was definitely not one of them. And concerning a more personal matter, Bjor had problems of his own.

“I will be an aid.” The black-clad warrior announced, getting to his feet. “My voice will make it hard to believe that I’m any sort of noble. In addition, it is in the tradition of my people to keep our faces masked at all times; it would be easier for me to do so if in the role of a mere servant.”

“You serious?” Orsusk asked in disbelief, his scaly brow contorting in an expression of puzzlement. “You mean no one’s ever seen your face?”

“Aside from my Mando father, everyone that had seen my face was killed at the time I was brought into our clan, but that’s not important. Orsusk, I’m afraid your species as well would make ill diplomats; I think it best if you also played the servant, sorry ner vod.”

"I could be the diplomat." said Grov. "While I was on Kashyyk the Wookies tought me that one should fight only when necessary." The others eyed him strangely. They could hardly beleive that a Mandalorian could actually be a politician. Bjor said, "I guess it's settled then Grov will be the diplomat and the rest of us will be servants."

((Fetterthanyou, I know it's supposed to be spelled Sphinx, but it sounds harsher without the 'h'.  With it, sounds too soft for my liking.))

Spinx couldn't help but balk at the thought of leaving her weaponry and armour behind. And, playing the part of the servant brought up some memories that she had spent years shoving into the places of her mind that even she dared not to walk.  She knew this would be notihng like a harem, but it brought along the memories all the same. She'd done a background check on all of the others while she had been pretending to be asleep; she didn't dare imagine how Bjor must feel.  If he did feel anything, he hid it well.

She glanced at the chrono on her wrist, and looked at the pilot, "ETA?"  The pilot looked over her shoulder at her, "ETA?"  "Estimated time of arrival," noting the still confused look on the pilots face, "Never mind. When are we going to land?"
"Oh, why didn't you ask that way? Umm, 'bout 30 minutes. 'Nuff time to get changed."  "Vor'e."

She turned back to the group of warriors, replaced her helmet, and returned her rifle to her shoulder.  "Come on, Mari. Let's go see if we can figure out how to put on whatever they have in store for us," Spinx said with a heavy sigh. She was not going to like this part of the mission. No two ways about it.

She smiled as she imgined the look of shock that would play out on Mari's face when or if she ever saw the tatoo on her back.  It was of a chained fallen angel with stone wings looking up in anguish at the mythosaur insignia. Mari, medic as though she was,  must have been trained in phycology(sp?). She smirked and wondered if Mari would understand the symbology. She doubted it.  No one else ever had.

((Sorry about that Atinvod =P))

"Well, we better get this gear off before that ignorant pilot starts up." Orsusk, unlike most mandalorians, was actually just as comfortable in his armor as outside it. "You guys need to calm down, don't be so tense, I've done missions where I had to be naked... but I don't think you guys wanna hear about that."

Bjor just shook their heads at both Orsusk and the new atire he had to slide into. Grov was in the other room trying on his noble outfit, just out of earshot. "Sssssso," Orsusk whispered, "you think this guy can really 'walk the walk'?"

Bjor whipered back in a raspy voice, "I just hope he can talk the talk." Orsusk was stunned for a momment, not expecting a joke from this helmet clad warrior. But before he could come up with a snappy retort, Bjor had already started walking toward Grov.

"This mission is getting stranger and more exciting by the second." It reminded Orsusk of the double rodian scramble job on coruscant. But quickly hoped this mission didn't end like that one. Things were never pretty when rodians and rancors mix.

((It's okay, nothing to apologize for.))

Spinx popped the trunk of the footlocker at the base of her bed. Inside, was a coral pink, sky blue, and lavander hued flowing dress of some sort.  Mari had the same thing waiting for her, just a different patern of the color and cut. Her's was more of a kimono. No covering for my face, great. Just great. She braced herself for when she had to walk out of the room.

She removed her helmet, keeping her back to Mari, and her wavy, shoulder length brown hair spilled out. Quickly she put it up into a rushed bun. She removed her armour and bodysuit quickly and rushed into the dress. Though she would never admit to it, the colors looked nice against her tan skin. She caught sight of her reflection in a mirror, and checked herself with her oddly sand colored eyes. Her cheekbones high, her nose small, lips somewhat full, and she had a natural blush to her cheeks, she was nice enough looking. Unfortunetly, you could just make out the dark tatoo on her back. Which, thankfully, threw off the entire look. 

She stowed her weapons and armour inside the footlocker, and walked briskly toward the door. But not before Mari grabbed the scrunchie holding up her hair, "I need this more than you do," Spinx nodded, catching her drift.

She left the room, and continued for the lounge. Spinx wanted to claim that dark corner again before anybody could get there first.  She spied the silver droid, and decided to make use of it for the first time, "Caf, please, easy on the cream, strong on the sugar."

"Why certainly, milady" the droid chimed in then turned to attend to Spinx' request.  The "milady" title felt out of place, but Spinx didn't think much of it, she figured it was just how the droid was programmed.  Shortly thereafter the full team spilled back into the main cabin all wearing their "civilian" disguises.  They all stared blankly at each other, trying to be comfortable in their new roles.

The pilot had taken off shortly after they went to their respective cabins and slipped on their new garb.  The mandalorian strike team didn't look as menacing as they first did when they came on board.  The pilot chuckled silently in his seat while he observed the uneasy men and women through the security cameras installed in the cockpit.  "Ten minutes till touchdown, we'll be coming out of light speed shortly" the pilot finally announced over the intercom.  "If I were you, I'd start packing your tools.  The special scan-proof cases should be able to hold all your armor and equipment, and since you are supposed to be a diplomatic group, no one would dare inspect diplomatic luggage."  The pilot peeked back into the main cabin, "I need senator Dik M'an to come up to the cockpit and get everyone's diplomatic IDs".  He let out a loud laugh that finally ended in another chuckle before he handed a pouch filled with "official" papers to Grov.

Grov grumbled loudly and mumbled under his breath before he roughly grabbed the diplomatic pouch out of the pilot's hand.  "If I find out who came up with that name... mumble mumble".

The rest of the team all suppressed their laughs while Grov came back to the lounge, handing everyone their respective paperwork.

Finally packed and ready, the team got ready to touch down on Kaalar, one of the major cities on Kalderast, and shortly, Kaalar's main tower was giving authorization for the Nubian ship to land in the main hangar.

Orsusk turned to the team as everyone grabbed their bags "Alright folks before we step off it seems only fitting that our 'leader' say a few encouraging words for us before we go off on this... 'mission' that we have in front of us. But before we do, I would just like to say a few words. First off, I've never met a more gloomy and glum group in my life. And second, I'd like to know if this robe makes me look fat... anyone come on i want the truth."

Spinx didn't catch all of what Orsusk said, she was totally fucoused on the fake-idenfication papers, "Yeah, well you'd be gloomy gus too if you just found out you were married to this pompous fellow here," she said, thumb pointing in Grov, her voice dripping with distain. Her I.D. dubbed her as Felicia M'an.

Orsusk peered over her shoulder, and brust out laughing, "Congrats," he said, thumping Grov on the back. "No way," Grov shook his head, "There has to be some mistake," he took the papers out of Spinx's hand, and face turned something akin to ashen.

"Why wasn't I invited to the wedding?!? hahahahahaha" Orsusk laughed while Grov and Spinx sulked, "Is this the honeymoon? hahahaha"

Bjor smacked Orsusk in the back of the head to shut him up. The pilot looked back from the cockpit and laughed, "You guys better get moving or that agent is going to leave."

The group turned serious, it was time to start this mission, no matter what strange tactics they had to use... or who they were married to....

"So," Spinx sighed, "Where we headed? I mean this guy is supposed to find us."

- Kaalar Hangar

Once the Nubian ship had landed and the ramp had been lowered, the mandalorian team, disguised as diplomats were suddenly all business.  Orsusk and Bjor had taken the task of carrying the "luggage", Mari took her place as a helpful handmaiden, Grov had casually wrapped his arm around Spinx' while she displayed her best "happy bride" smile.

As soon as senator Dik M'an set foot on the hangar floor, a man in flowing blue robes came rushing towards the small mandalorian group.  Orsusk and Bjor kept their calm, both resisted dropping the cases they were carrying to reach into their robes for the tiny hold-out blasters they both decided to hide.

The man suddenly stopped a few feet in front of them and bowed gracefully.  "Your elegance, I am Roleks Gold, representative of Kalderast and your guide for the length of your stay."

The team was somewhat taken aback by the greeting and before they could say anything, Roleks was patting Grov on the shoulder, kissing Spinx' hand in a welcome gesture, had his arm around Mari and had in fact thoroughly frisked them all discreetly.  Orsusk and Bjor almost protested but before they could do anything, Roleks had removed the tiny blasters from them and made them disappear into the folds of his flowing blue robes.  "I said no weapons, we will be going through a scanning check point" he whispered discreetly.

Everyone almost looked at each other simultaneously but instead just smiled diplomatically.  Roleks then turned toward Grov and loudly announced his welcome routine.  "Welcome to Kalderast, senator.  Please follow me and we shall endeavor to make your stay a very pleasant one."

They had made contact, and they all had questions about the mission.

Spinx had to wait until the team reached a turbolift until she was able to distance herself from Grov. She purposely allowed for them to be seperated by their 'servants'. She had fought the urge to slice his throat for putting his arm around her, Spinx knew it was for the sake of the illusion, but she still hated it anyway.

She leaned over to Mari, "You have to be kidding me. I sure hope that I don't have to pull this act forever; I'll snap." Mari chuckled, and discretely coughed.

**OFF TOPIC**

I'm so sorry guys, I've been away camping for a week, forgot to tell anyone. I'll try to catch up and post as soon as I can.

**OFF TOPIC**

It's okay.

In the turbolift Grov was relieved to be separated from Spinx. Of all his missions he considered this one the worst. He had never really fought beside or went on missions with female warriors. "Oh, well..." he muttered to himself. He had to deal with it or the mission would fail all they would wind up blaster fodder.

But for some odd reason he felt that Spinx had wanted to slit his throat......