Topic: RPG- The Battle of Naltoon 6

Welcome to the Naltoon RPG!

Setting: A small moon in a Mid-Rim planetary system known as Naltoon 6

Plot: (Clone Wars Era) The Republic has recently lost full control of a moon orbiting an important planetary depot vital to the Republic's Hyperspace lanes.

Your Mission as the Republic: Recapture the enemy occupied portion of the moon, destroy vital CIS structures and HVTs; stomp the droid army into the bits of scrap metal they are.

Your Mission as the CIS: Hold back the oncoming waves of Republic Forces until reinforcements arrive; This fight can go either way.

Terrain: The area this RPG takes place is mountainous with several low lying areas, most scenery there is little more than dead frost covered shrubs and large evergreen-looking trees. The higher regions are almost the same, with the exception of being completely bathed in snow.

The Rules:

1. You may create any character you want.  Clarify their name and species so others can follow their actions easily.

2. You can kill characters you create but you can't kill other people's characters unless they say they have been killed in battle with you.

3. You can have any weapon you want but you can only have what your character could physically carry - otherwise they wouldn't be able to move.

4. Be consistent, e.g. if someone says they blew up a building, don't suddenly be assaulting it.

5. If you have sustained many wounds you will have to either get medical help or eventually die.

6. Follow the storyline, sure add a few twists and turns but allow others to see where you want to go so they can help you get there.

7. Have fun.

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You can play as either side - try and balance this out.

Base character sheet (Most of you guys know how to do this already; but for those of you who don‘t…)

Name: (Designation Number if Clone Trooper or Droid; keep in mind not every Clone Trooper has a name or nickname unless high rank/veteran)
Age: (If Organic)
Species:
Allegiance: (Republic/CIS/Freelancer)
Occupation:
Clothing and armor:
Weapons:
Short character description:

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((My Character))

Name: Sus’iir Auurin
Age: 31
Species: Human Mandalorian
Affiliation: Mandalorians/Republic
Occupation: Elite Sniper
Current Employer: The Republic
Weapons: Custom bore ballistic sniper rifle, 6 shot revolving pistol
Armor: Full set of gray w/ tan trim Mandalorian Beskar Armor; slightly smaller than most sets for mobility
Clothing: Pale tan jumpsuit with Ghillie Suit components
Appearance: 6'; athletic build, very short sandy brown hair
Personality: Cool and calm, can be seen as overly serious to outsiders, but generally friendly around those he considers vode

((Auurin's Spotter))

Name: Val'in Oriil
Age: 34
Species: Human Mandalorian
Affiliation: Mandalorians/Republic
Clothing and Armor: Gray flightsuit with full set of white/gray trim Mandalorian Beskar Armor; also has Ghillie suit components.

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HAVw A6 Mobile Command Center - 0700 Hours

Clone Commander Shelker paced around the redoubt showing the loss of yet another outpost.
"This is unacceptable." He quickly turned off the projector. "This will not happen again, understood?"

The silence was all Shelker needed to go into a killing frenzy.

"...Sir, if I may, We were outnumbered three to one." One of the Captains spoke up.

"Three to one? Those are good odds, especially if you're the one defending." Shelker paused for a moment. "Suppose I kill you for your incompetence. That would make things all the better."

"Wha-?"

Without hesitation, Shelker drew his blaster and made short work of the Clone Captain.
"Failure will not be tolerated."

"Yes sir." The rest of the ranks answered before making a prompt exit.

"Orders?" The HAV Pilot asked Shelker.

"Take me to the Regional Settlement Commander."

Name: Clone Trooper designation, 9784, Lieutenant Sergeant, different nicknames depending on the situation.
Age: 12 (24)
Species: Human Clone
Allegiance: Republic
Occupation: Front lines soldier, tactician
Armor: Standard issue Republic armor; red stripe painted on for each organic killed
Weapons: DC-17 rifle; stolen Disruptor pistol
Personality: Cold and calculating, only friendly to those he knows, or to superiors.

9784 stood at the edge of the loading ramp, instructing lower level troops on where their positions were, and the such. He had his rifle slung across his shoulder, and waited for encrypted instructions from the Assault ship in orbit. The men under his direct command stood next to him, helping soldiers find their way to the temporary garrison. The last order he recieved said something of a Mandalorian coming to lead the charge.

Name: Maris Hatir
Age: 29
Species: unknown near human
Allegiance: Republic
Rank: Lieutenant Colonel
Occupation: Republic Settlement Commander
Appearance: Shaved head with blue stripe tattoos running from eyes back, has a bit of a goatee, eyes are yellow and reptilian pupiled. Slightly taller then most clones.
Clothing and armor: armor (2nd from left but with red):http://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/starwars/images/5/57/Clone_Troopers_Phase_II.jpg (pauldron has silver studs on it)
Weapons: Projectile pistol that fires explosive shellshttp://wh40k.lexicanum.com/mediawiki/images/thumb/b/be/Bolt_Pistol_Image.jpg/200px-Bolt_Pistol_Image.jpg and a strange sword:http://www.rivalspecies.com/manpage/Pics/bt_chainsword_01.jpg
Short character description:Maris is the commander of a small garrison/settlement on the moon, and had had to impose martial law to prevent riots, is willing to execute anyone to maintain order.  Was injured in a very bad accident, has lost the entire right side of his chest, including a lung and his entire right arm. Has been replaced with lightweight, but high strength cybernetics, which improve his speed greatly, making his already deadly skill with his sword even more intimidating.

Name: Tracyn

Age: 30

Species: Human

Gender: Male

Alliance: Mandalorian/CIS

Occupation: Assassin

Weapons: Custom Ballistic Sniper Rifle dual pistols

Armor: Matte Black with a dark grey kama and some dark red markings.

Appearence: 6'1 with a slightly lanky build and shaggy dirty-blond hair.

---I'll add more later---

Name: Jax Talos
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Current Employer: CIS
Weapons: Highly Customized DC-15 blaster rifle, complete with 15x25 scope, enhanced power cells for long range, and longer lightweight gunbutt to minimize recoil when on rapid fire mode, and to steady shots when sniping. Beskar Saber
Armor/Type: Mandalorain Iron Assault Armor.  ( http://starwars.yahoo.com/photos/mando-13 ) (Same Colors) Armor increases strength by 25% due to servomortors in the armor. Vibroblades on both Gauntlets.

History: Jax Talos is a Mandie Merc who is recruited by different goverments to train milita troops and spearheads assaults with said troops. His reputation for training milita men has become know in a fairly large portion of the galaxy. His experience is of high value to riseing/falling goverments, and he has yet to have a lull in the work flow.

Short History: Jax has been hired to train the civys into milta groups on Naltoon 6. Jax has heard that the Republic forces have recruited a fellow mandalorain and that exceptionally brutal clone commander has been   assigned to this world. Jax hopes to learn somthing from this clone.

Overseeing the new recruits going through the obstacle course Jax Talos had already marked several trainee's that were not up to bar, he let them go on anyway intill they puked there guts out...they could use some extra exercise. His appointented sergeants (B-1 battle droids) were in the mud with the trainees yelling insults at them to drive them on. They had recieved additional programing to fit leadership roles...So they wernt quite as stupid as the rest of them. He looked over at a line of B-1 battle droids marching accros the parade grouds. He sighed.
He still had to admit they looked impressive while marching.

Name: Si Titran

Race: Human

Gender: Female

Affiliation: Republic

Rank/ Occupation: Jedi Master

Weapon: Blue green bladed lightsaber Hilt looks similar to this: But with a bit more grip on the bottom of hilt
This blade was passed down as Si's Master, Shaak Ti, former masters blade. This was given to her on her 13 birthday, replacing her more simple lightsaber blade.

Appearance: Looks like Freya from Too Human
But wearing *modified* jedi robes. ( meaning they are not like Obi Wans or Mace etc. they are her own)

Personality: Strong willed, lacks subtly, not afraid to speak her mind.

History: Born on Dantooine, brought to the temple at age 3. Does not remember her parents, but things about home in Khoonda on Dantooine. Was Padawan to Shaak Ti and attained the rank of Jedi knight about the same time as Obi Wan Kenobi. She trained her own Padawan Kati- Ra Aliesse, who accompanied her to the battle of Geniosis, which after the council appointed her Knighthood, and like wise donning Si a Jedi Master.

( OK im not 100% on this entirely yet..... but It is late... and this is a good start.....)

Name: Brenna Alton
Age: 28
Species: Zeltron http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Zeltron
Allegiance: Freelancer
Occupation: Arms dealer
Clothing and armor: Tends to dress in loose fitting clothes, under which she wears highly flexible armour.
Weapons: Whatever is taking her fancy that day, generally she carries twin blasters of some description.
Short character description:

Brenna has had a hard life, she was orphaned at the age of nine and was taken in by her uncle, Naltix Alton, who was a renowned arms dealer in the outer rim. Brenna learnt to use pretty much any weapon that’s common to the galaxy and a few that are not.

She’s a great shot but isn’t bad at hand to hand combat either, though she’d prefer a knife fight to a fist fight. She landed on Naltoon 6 to make a drop off but got stuck planet side due to the fighting. She’s been laying low but isn’t afraid to deal with the locals. If you want a weapon, Brenna’s your girl.

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Brenna let out a sigh as she realised her hand was outmatched by Talex Greton again. “I should know by now not to play cards with you.”

Talex grinned as he lay down his hand, “It’s my irresistible charm that brings you back.”

Brenna chuckled, “Actually it’s boredom my friend. You know I have itchy feet. I hate being grounded.”

“You could escape if you want,” Talex pointed out.

“They’d scan my ship and decide to confiscate my booty.” Brenna pointed out.

Talex shrugged, “Keep losing at cards and you might have to stay here forever.”

Brenna shook her head with a small smile, “You’d like that way too much.”

“Maybe, let’s just say you’re better company than the clones or the Mandos.” Talex said as he picked up a grape and popped it into his mouth.

“I love Mandos, they buy lots of toys from me.” Brenna said as her smile widened at the thought of Mandos.

Tracyn watched Jax and the B-1's try and train the civys. Most were hopeless, weak and out of shape. Tracyn laughed as he saw a particularily fat one fall flat on his face. The civys were growing tired, but Jax didn't let them have a break. Good, Tracyn thought, this will make them tougher. Several trainess started puking from the exhaustion.

Several B-1's began marching in a line across the grounds. Now THEY never get tired, Tracyn thought, If only these civys didn't either. Tracyn stood up and walked over to Jax. The two got along fairly well, but sometimes they disagreed on things.

"Let's let the civys have their lunch break." Tracyn said.

"Alright. I need to go to the bathroom anyway." replied Jax.

Tracyn walked over to the B-1 "sergeants" and asked them what they think of the trainees.

"Most are well below the standards that Jax Malos set, sir." said the B-1's in unison.

They would have to do.

Name: clone ARC Lieutenant Griffin, Clone designation; CL 5593

Age: 9

Species: human, clone

Allegiance: Republic

Occupation: A soldier of the republic, He has spent his whole life fighting for freedom

Clothing and armor: standard issue Clone armor with the appropiate blue markings and several stripes running down his arm for the campaigns he had fought in over the years.

Weapons: DC 15 blaster carbine

Short character description: 'Griffin'  is an easy going clone, Relaxed and cool headed even in the most dire of crisis's. A reliable and loyal Clone. He is an amazing leader and tactician, referred for promotion several tiimes though Griffin rejected the position and rank due to the bond he shares with his platoon. Now on the Republic settlement on naltoon six, a small moon, Where Martial law is in play, So much of his time is spent patrolling to insure that the riots stay suppressed.

'Griffin' Was out on patrol, His DC 15 carbine slung from his shoulder, firmly gripped, He squad of 3 followed behind him, Looking around. The streets where unusually quiet for this time of day.

"Okay, two teams of two, Team two take the road up, 7814 With me, where checking the cantina" Griffin spoke into his helmet

"Roger that sir" Came the answer
With that Griffin and his squaddie approached the Cantinna door, opening it slowly. The whole place was bustling then became suddenly quiet as Griffin shadowed the door way, Gripping his rifle even tighter.

Griffin walked through the rows of tables examining each person slowly, while his partner did on the other side of the cantina

"Sir, time to knock off, Delta squad is here to relieve us!" Came the voice of 9250 of the other two man patrol. Griffin and 7814 slowly walked to the door and out.

"Something fishy going on in there Sergeant" Griffin said as he patted him on the shoulder and began the walk back to HQ.

((Wow. I was going to be a mando but I think we have enough.))

Name: Ragma
Age: n/a
Species: Human
Allegiance: Himself
Occupation: Farmer
Clothing and armor: Home made vest,thermal shirt, pants, and cap w/ ear muffs.
Weapons: hoe, shovel, hunting rifle, gorilla warfare.
Short character description: Ragma has lived here all his life this is his home. He lives by himself not at all near any town and can grow/make everything he needs. He is unaware of the war and even the Republic. He has a pet Nexu who is his one and only friend.

"That'a boy. Yep, thats a nice nurff you caught us isn't it?" The Nexu just looked back pleased that its master was happy with it. "What'od you say we skin and cook it up right?" Ragma always shared his meals with his pet. Looking up Ragma saw the sky. "Cloudy as always." The two went inside to enjoy their meal completely unaware of the danger that was just a few hilltops away.

Looks like this but with the snow stuff:

Jax returned from the 'freshers and they waited for the civys to finish eating. When they finished eating, they ran the courses again. Some where improving, but others were just hopeless.

When the same fat trainee that had fallen earlier fell down again, Tracyn walked over to him.

"Why do you keep falling down? We're not even pushing you that hard." Tracyn asked.

"I can't take it anymore! I'm exhausted and thirsty and I just can't keep going." replied the fatso.

"Well, it's Jax's decision on whether or not you have to. Let's ask him." said Tracyn.

"Hey Jax, this man says hes too worn out to keep going. What do you want him to do?"

(I'm asking this to get to know your character's personality more MSW)

Jax knelt down and looked the man in the eye.

"Why are you here?" he asked.

The man flinched, and searched for words: " I-I'm here to defend my home planet, just like everyone else."

Jax stared at him for a while longer before saying: "Well, ot looks like you would be better off serving your home in a different way. What do you have experience in?"

"We -well this I- worked in a uh...flight control tower for a few years and um..."

"Thats it. Thats what you should be doing, I want you to report to the Comms building, tell them I sent you."

The mans face brightened.

"Yessir! Right away sir!"

The man scrambled to his feet and ran off as fast as he could towards the general direction of the communications hub.

Jax straightened his legs and then continued to watch the rest of the traniees.

9784 continued to study his surroundings. There were signs of the Separatists being liked here; and obviously the Republic was not. The Mandalorian leading the charge was in the Mobile Command Center; and 9784 wanted the order to kill something. The Clones of his direct command were spread throughout the moon, and he was exploring it to understand the terrain better. He decided to visit the Mobile Command Center, and receive his first orders.

"I'm gonna go to the cantina for a drink." Tracyn told Jax.

"Alright, but be back in an hour." Jax replied.

Tracyn hopped onto his speeder bike and rode to the cantina. When he got there, a squad of clone troopers were leaving. Tracyn walked right past them into the front door. One shot him a nervous glance, but they didn't say a word. Stupid clones, Tracyn thought, just mindless cannon fodder made from good Mandalorian DNA. An insult to our culture.

Tracn entered the cantina and sat at the bar. A few patrons who he knew said hello, but no one else talked to him. The bartender, an old balding fellow, was a strong supporter of the Seperatists. Fortunately for Tracyn, he got his drinks free because of this.

A middle-aged tourist came in, and sat next to Tracyn. He ordered a drink, and he got it in a particularily dirty glass with what looked like a loogie in it. When the tourist went to the bathroom, Tracyn asked the bartender, Birhan, why he had ruined the drink.

"That fellow is a Republic supporter. He came in here last week and tried to convert us all into joining the Republic. He nearly got himself killed, and I think he's in here to do it again." said Birhan.

"Thanks. I'll deal with him. He won't ever bother you again." Tracyn replied.

The tourist came out of the bathroom and stood on a stage usually used for karaeoke. He took a microphone and began talking about how great the Republic is. Several boos came from the other patrons, and some threw drinks at him. One drew his blaster and fired at the tourist, but missed. The tourist ran outside and tried to hop on a speeder. Tracyn drew his sidearm and fired a shot into the speeder's fuel cells, blowing the enire speeder up and incinerating the man.

"I hope this is a good enough example to show Republic-lovers what will happen if they try and spout their lies when I'm around." Tracyn warned, holstering his gun. He gave Birhan a tip and left.

@ Si--very nice. :)

I'm in, but I'll make a impromptu Commando squad. Its shallow though.

MY CHARACTER, AND SQUAD LEADER.

RC-1992 "Val"

Armor: Standard Commando, Mk. II Katarn Armor. Paint Scheme: Grey default, green gauntlets and kneepads. Red highlights on helmet.

Misc: Is just another brother, and only while he doesn't feel like he's special, or even that good of a leader, he feels obligated to do his best, because his brothers trust him to lead them. Has a unshakable calmness that never wavers, and this is one of the qualities that make him such a good leader, and a reliable soldier.

THE REST OF THE SQUAD (Gamma, Also controlled by me, just not my main characters.)

RC-1402 "Shadow"

Armor: Standard, Mk. II Katarn armor. Paint Scheme: Black armor, for stealth purposes. Red splotched on his gauntlet (blade side).

Misc. Shadow specializes in black ops and stealthy kills. He prefers a knife or his Verpine to a Deece, and makes use of it often. In a large firefight, he will switch to the more versatile Deece, though.

RC-1313 "Lucky

Armor: Standard, Mk. II Katarn Armor. Paint Scheme: Grey, with a riotous mix of Yellow helmet highlights (think Scorch), with his chestplate dominated by red, and his kneepads, gauntlets, and shoulders being yellow.

Misc. Lucky is exactly what his name implies, rather than his seemingly unlucky service tag. He has a knack for surviving where no one else possibly could have, due to random things like weapon malfunctions, droid maintenance issues, and other unusual causes. He's also had more pieces of armor replaced than most any clone in the GAR. Yet he tests his luck by painting his armor to purposely attract attention.

RC-1787 "Bes'kad"

Armor: Standard, with the exception of Gauntlet blade lengthened, and power of the blade  increased to triple the standard.  Also wears a bes'kad. Mk. II Katarn Armor. Paint Scheme: Grey, with black gauntlets, shoulders, and kneepads. Black helmet, with a red stripe down the middle (more like Fixer than Boss).

Misc: Bes'kad, or Kad, is an expert with anything with the word "blade" in it. He even has a shoto, but tells know one where he picked THAT particular piece of hardware. He's a more "in your face" soldier than Shadow, preferring to fight the enemy, droids or wets, face to face.

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Val stood on the edge of the larty, and rolled his shoulders under the uncomfortable weight of the jump pack. Gamma was being ordered to hit a AA base, one that was feared to hold more than intel had reported. Maximum estimate: A half dozen AA batteries, two powerful Magnetic Propulsion Cannons, and a hanger of gunships, Vultures and Tri-droids.

Such a estimate was likely highly inaccurate, but even a smaller base could seriously damage the incoming troops. So Gamma was to jump in, neutralize the base, and get out. Simple, straightforward, and incredibly dangerous.

But, as Lucky put it, at least they got to wear jump packs. Val sighed.

Maris was waiting outside the building, one of the occupants, was suspected, and there for basically convicted of conspiring with separatists the rest were of unknown status. Two soldiers, one a clone and the other a former civilian who had been recruited due to losses, (they needed more men and they just didn't have enough clones to spare for everything) were stacked up against the door, breaching positions, they were pretty sure that the boss could handle a few civvies with cheap rusty blasters on his own, but how bad would it be if he died on their watch because one of the civvies had some how happened to have a disruptor pistol and he hadn't seen it and they hadn't been covering him?

Maris counted. At three the clone stuck a charge on the door and leaned away the charge blew, sending the door inwards. Maris rushed inside followed by the two soldiers. Three total, two were ready the other stunned, they all managed to raise weapons though, so Maris assumed they actually were badguys. He decapitated one, who became an instant fountain, and fired a bolt into the others head, spraying blood and bits of brain and bone over the wall like some grisly mosaic. The third dropped his gun and ran, but was shot by trooper #1. Maris stormed down into the cellar, and was greeted by more 'innocent' civilians. This time with better guns. They werent to quick, and Maris was much much quicker with a sword. He sawed through one of the separatist's (for what else could he think of them as?)  chest, following through into another's face, the chainsaw teeth roaring and causing a huge mess.  Two were shot as they aimed, and a final was shot as he stuck a bothan to the wall with his sword, the motor clicking off as his hand left the hilt. He opened a final door and saw a man surrender quickly. "Please. Please... dont.." he begged. Maris said nothing, raising his pistol and putting a bolt inbetween the mans eyes. He turned and left, yanking his sword out from the wall as he did so, letting the bothan slump to the floor. The troopers followed him out, and loaded up into a speeder and headed back to base. Maris needed to check on the status of the reinforcements he had been promised.

Brenna had finally left the card game and decided to walk the streets for a while. It wasn't the safest thing to do but Brenna could handle herself.

She caught her reflexion in a nearby shop window and smiled. Most of her form was hidden by her large brown robe, the lower half of her face was exposed and showed her dark red skin tone. Like all Zeltrons Brenna was an empath and she could feel the tension in the city. She could also influence the emotions of others, she could make people feel hope when a situation was dire and she could also make people feel defeated when they were clearly going to win. It was a powerful asset however Brenna wasn't inclined to use too much.

Like the Faleen, the Zeltrons were able to use their pheremones to seem more attractive to the opposite sex. Brenna had used this trait from time to time during business dealings. It often got her higher prices for her weapons.

Right now she wanted to find a place of tranquility. She needed a break from the heavy emotions weighing on her. She walked passed a cantina and instead into a lush park. It was heavily shadowed and bound to be full of thieves but Brenna didn't care. She found a large tree and climbed its branches until she found a comfortable perch.

In the distance she heard voices. She tilted her head slightly and listened. It sounded like someone barking out orders to their troops. Brenna lay her head back against the tree, "Soldiers everywhere, I could make a fortune." The comment was half hearted and so was her weak smile. Brenna wanted to leave but timing was everything and right now was not the right time.

2 miles south of forward command post, Naktaar Mountain Range.
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"Alright sir, this is it." The tank pilot said coolly to Shelker. "We're right on top of the beacon...I'm not picking up anything on the scanners."

"Yeah?" Shelker leaned over the console to look at the screen.

"Wait...there. Movement." The pilot pointed over to a group of snowy bushes.

The 'bushes' stood up, mockingly saluting in the direction of the tank; Shelker shook his head. "Auurin."

Sus'iir and Val’in made their way over to the entrance ramp. "Suc’cuy ner’vod."

"Suc’cuy. I trust your excursion was enlightening." Shelker put his arms around both Mandalorians.

"Yes, we've found multiple encampments and landing zones for the CIS forces, close to eight klicks from here, south." Sus'iir pulled a small datachip from the side of his helmet. "I have area scans and photos, as well as resupply schedules for two of the outposts we observed."

"Most impressive. Is the news of civilians being recruited into the ranks also true?" Shelker led the two to the central projector.

"Yes. That is being handled by a Mandalorian Commander, Jax Talos." Auurin plugged the datachip into the console outlet, pulling the recon data. "There is one more thing."

"And what's that?"

"We've discovered a local Noghri resident who might be useful." Sus'iir said with utmost seriousness.

"...Found us by accident, more like it." Val'in stated.

"A what? Hahahahaha!" Shelker let out a loud belly laugh.

"His skills are impressive." Sus'iir said calmly.

"Oh really?" Shelker continued to laugh some more.

"Indeed." Val'in added.

Name:  Morshvar
Species: Nogrhi http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Noghri
(Quite short for a Noghri.  Barely above a meter tall)
Age: 31
Allegiance:  Civilian (Will change)
Occupation:  Assassin
Clothing and Armour:  Simple garments on top.  Very light body armour underneath
Weapons:  Big fan of poison blades.  Is extremely profficient with hand to hand combat.  Various vibroblades and poisoned blades stored throughout person.  Has no blasters as of yet.  But that is slightly due to small problem he has handling blasters.  Isn't comfortable with them.  ((*Cough* Mel *cough*))
Personality:  Is quite a violent individual.  He loves to kill but never does it out of sadistic pleasure.  He believes everyone of his kills is justified.  Be it money or grudges.  He is quite touchy about his height and has been known to attack people that have made poked fun of him.  Will kill without batting an eye.
Short character History:  He was born on Naltoon 6 and had no clue who or what he was.  He was abandoned early and forced to live on the streets.  Eventually he was taken up by an anzat assassin trainer who recognized his natural ability.  The trainer eventually left the planet leaving Morshvar once again to fend for himself.  He was deeply disturbed by the CIS claiming Naltoon 6.  He is looking to vent some of his frustration against either faction depending on who hires him.

((Thanks for the in Rev.))

Morshvar seemed to materialize out of nowhere.  Shelker could only yelp in surprise at the diminutive form that came up to the middle of his chest.  But this small form had a knife pressed into a gap just underneath Shelker's breastplate. 

"You runt-"

"On my vibroblade is a neuro-poison that will instantly travel through your bloodstream rendering all your motor functions useless within a nanosecond.  You will then begin to lose control of all other functions in your body before death eventually comes."

Shelker snickered and came to disarm Morshvar.  The Noghri withdrew the dagger and threw his weight low into the commander taking him off his feet.  Shelker landed on his stomach.  Before he could get up Morshvar was on his back and ramming his right arm high up his back. 

"Someone get him off of me!"  Morshvar stared daggers at all those around.  A few chuckles were heard.  Morshvar calmly stepped off the commander.

Shelker got to his feet and gently rotated his arm.  "Fine.  Welcome to the Grand Army of the Republic.  No more little stunts like that.  Another and I'll have your head removed from your shoulders."

Morshvar smiled.  "Of course Commander Shelker.  What is it that you would have me do?" he mewed.

Griffin stood at a balcony overlooking most of the settlement. It was small but crowded, Looking down at the roster he saw that a few commando and alpha class recon commando's where out on spec ops over the moon. Griffin though to himself
"Must be hard for those [Patting the roster] No air support, No Ground support and death defying odds"
The Lt. Colonel was playing a risky game too, On the front line himself, conducting house to house raids but reinforcements had been promised, Also talks of a jedi master had began popping up more and more frequently.
Griffin removed his helmet and tossed it behind him onto his bunk, His DC15 carbine still slung round his back, He removed his gauntlets and looked at his hands and chuckled. Time to play the waiting game, The republic and the CIS where going through a quiet time, each consulting its forces and reaquiring its numbers, But the republic where about to kick start it back up, with a squad of republic commandos, Tasked to take out a medium sized Forward refuelling base, Just to show the CIS where not giving up without a fight.
Griffin Sniggered before walking back in, picking his helmet up and making his way down to the command bunker.

(Hey guys Im totally In... just confused about how im supposed to make my wonderfully dramatic entrance. Maybe coming in with Werda's commandos to meet with AA's leader or something... I REALLY have some Ideas so once we get me in it will be easier.. OYA!!)

Name: Gergan Slit
male
Rank: 1LT
Age: 25
job: platoon leader/ defective clone is obeying clone....
Looks: Well kinda like Master chief but the armor is less bulky
Acts: Blood thrusty....he likes to blow stuff up and kill stuff.
Weapons: Blaster rifle

Would some one throw  me in the some where?

You could fly in on a larty to extract us, but it'll take me a couple of posts to get through my mission. If you want to wait a bit, that would work. Or you could meet with AA's guy, then us. Or something else. Just a few options.

IC:

"Gamma, you're over the target zone. Drop and go."

"Roger that." Val cut the channel, and switch to the squads tac-com. "This is it. Stay together, we need to hit in a group, hard and fast. Ready?"

"Oya!!"

"Then lets go." Val turned and stepped into open air, and the rest of Gamma followed him.

Several hundred meters above the surface, they began to slow their descent. They touched down right outside the base, and immediately came under heavy laser fire. Two groups of six B-1s each were advancing under the covering fire of a third, as well as several SBDs. Lucky put one of the SBDs and two B-1s down with an anti-armor round, and three more fell to concentrated Deece fire. Shadow disappeared, showing up seconds later behind a group of droids, and fell among them with his gauntlet blade. He turned and took down one of the remaining droids with his Verp, and Val dropped the last few.

"Good work, vode." Val spotted a AA emplacement. "Theres our first target. Lets take it out."

They formed up around the emplacement. Lucky pulled a charge out of his gear, while Val, Shadow, and Bes'kad covered him. "Just a few more seconds......ok, charge is armed." They sprinted to cover. "And....boom." The emplacement turned into a ball of fire.

Suddenly, a bolt of light lanced passed Val. "Osik!" They turned to see another group of tinnies approaching, who were rapidly turned into scrap. "Form up Gamma, we've got to move through the base, neutralize all hostiles, and take out that second emplacement we saw coming down. After that, we move to the hangar."

Val led the group as they slowly entered the base. They encountered no resistance initially, but soon came under heavy fire from a group of droids, let by a couple of wet officers. They pulled back around the corner.

"Flash and a EMP?" asked Lucky

Val nodded. "On three. One, two, THREE!" The grenades when in, and Gamma followed them. Bes'kad led the charge, drawing his custom vibroblade and lunging in for the kill. He too down both wets, and the rest of the squad mopped up the droids.

Val looked at Kad, who's blade was still dripping. "What are you looking at me for? I'm just doing my job."

"You enjoy it a bit too much, Kad."

"What can I say? I'm really a knife guy."

Val just shook his head. "Alright, lets keep moving. And Kad..."

"Yeah?"

"Clean your blade."

(( You could just make some dramatic entrance into my base on a ship with some clones))

Maris stepped into the control center, and was saluted by the guard, he returned the salute and turned to view strategic readouts of the planet. Separatist forces were taking this planet by storm, and there were only a few green zones left. A very small one extended around his base, encompassing the small town outside the secondary wall."Any news on the reinforcements?" he asked, a clone turned in his chair, both of the soldiers legs were missing beneath the knee, normaly he would be fit with augmentics and sent back to the frontline, but at this base, this very cut off base in a mountain range in the middle of a red zone, they didnt have the supplies to do so,

"No sir, comms are still down here."

Every so often they had to deal with droid  patrol that managed to get past the mountains and into their little valley without freezing, or one that came from the western pass, from the directions of the front lines. The pas was rather inconvenient, because large vehicles could come through it slipping past the heavy anti-air defenses that had been set up when the main army had been here. Of course, this place had a landing pad, and lots of civilian vessels happened to land here, but that was becoming less and less frequent, as the self-controlled AA batteries in the mountains had somehow gone rampant, and now tried to blow just about everything down, with the exception of dignitaries, and the like. Maris had been forced to enforce martial law, and keep anyone from leaving. So they were all trapped here, in this nice little valley in a ring of mountains. Atleast until the batteries were brought back under control or stopped doing whatever they wanted. Like shooting the engineers with their auto turrets. Maris sighed, and wished they had a Jedi or something, the batteries wouldn't shoot at them, as long as the ship's transponder told the batteries it was carrying a Jedi or senator or the like.

Tracyn was getting bored at shooting targets at the range,. He was itching for something exciting to happen.

Fortunately, Jax told him that someone needed to die.

"I've just been informed that you have to assassinate Morshvar, a Noghri recently hired by Shelker. If you can take them both out, that would be great." Jax instructed.

"Yes! I'm itching to kill something. Just tell me where to go." Tracyn said.

"Command didn't say a location. You'll have to use those skills of yours to locate and find the best place to take them out from."

"Whatever. I'll be back when I've finished my assassination, vod" Tracyn left Jax and headed to the cantina where Birhan was.

"Hello Birhan. Do you happen to know where Clone Commander Shelker is?" Tracyn asked.

"I'm not quite sure, but one of my informants saw him in the village with a Noghri named Morshvar. He;s quite a nasty fellow, though. He enjoys using poison blades. He used one on a customer last week." Birhan replied.

"Thanks for the info, Birhan. I'll put it to good use."

Tracyn began to leave, but a male twi'lek came running up to him.

"Please, give me some money! I just lost it all n a game of pazaak! Now I have no money to bring home to my family...." begged the twi'lek.

Tracyn drew his sidearm, ponting it between the Twi'lek's eyes.

"Sad story. Next time tell it to someone who cares. Unfortunately for you, there won't be a next time." Tracyn said before pulling the trigger.

He left, tipping Birhan for the info. Next he would go look for one of Morshvar's neighbors. Maybe they knew where he went.

"Um sir....we have incoming."

"Location?"

"Two clicks away, 65,000 and dropping, heading our way."

"Civilian?"

"Unknown sir."

"Get them on comms before the AA guns blow them to their base atoms."

Maris stood uneasily, waiting. "Cant get a comm fix sir."

"Their not firing sir..."

"Senator?"

"No sir, to small to be a transport. Cant get a transponder fix."

"What the kriff? Mobilize Bravo squad, full combat gear, high alert, I want to be ready for whatever the hell is on that ship."

With that, he left, heading towards the landing pad, drawing his sword, and pistol, thumbing the activation button and hearing the motor roar to life as it began to idle. He didnt know what was there but he would be ready.

Si Titran sat in her small jedi starfighter, preparing to make the exit of hyperspace. She was not particularly looking forward to more war. Every day she felt the deaths of those around the galaxy, especially the few Jedi that fell. There was talk all around the temple of those that had chosen to walk away. Her thoughts drifted back to the temple 2 days ago, when she received this mission. She was in the map room, high in the temple, and trying to make sense of some new data her former padawan Kati-Ra had sent from Saleucami on her request, but was interrupted when her own former master walked in. Shaak Ti stood tall next to Si, but as opposed to many, was not intimidated by her dramatic appearance. Si had no reason to; they shared the calm comfort of friendship. Years had passed since they were together as padawan and master, but that made little difference.

"Good to see you back home, " Shaak started out. " but I today I am here on the council's business. I wish there was more time to catch up with us. We have a mission, and it has been decided that a Master would really be the best fit. You are needed. Naltoon 6..."

Si interrupted. "If you think I need to go, then  that's what I will do."

"Always in  a rush Si." Shaak smiled. "  Patience, wasn't always your strongest skill.Yes... let me catch you up."

Abruptly her memory was interrupted by the proximity alert. !0 seconds to real space. Soon the star lines coalesced into single points of light again and she saw her destination. And all around it was an elaborate network of Anti Air turrets. They turned to regard the small craft, and Si moved to get into evasive maneuvers, but realized there was no need. They simply didn't open fire on her. Si took a deep breath and reached out to the force. "Aresee, set approach vector for landing, green zone 7. That was the last noted location of the 137th Aerial Assault. And their commander, Maris." The little droid RC-77 did as was told.

Si Titran paid attention as the terrain became more and more mountainous, then she saw the landing pad, scorched, and tucked away in a valley. But she sensed danger. No, more than that. Suspicion and a threat. She landed carefully, as she saw some figures move in as she touched down.  No sooner than she force leaped from the cockpit, somersaulted in mid air, unhooking her lightsaber and igniting it. She focused her landing at the center for the threat, and her blade was met by a large peice of metal in a classic block stance. Si's eyes widened in surprise.

(uuuhhhh....what is the large piece of metal? I guess I'll figure out soon...)

(read my character sheet Appo)

Maris blocked the attack on reaction alone, boosted by the speed of his augmentic to block the strike. The woman, a jedi he assumed was strong, too strong, for someone of her build, she was almost forcing his arm back. The chainsaw teeth of his sword whirred, sparking as each came into contact with the lightsaber. He held the block for a moment, then suddenly with all the strength the servos in what had once been his chest could muster, he forced the lightsaber back, taking the jedi by surprise. He spun his sword and quickly put it in its sheath, the motor dying as it left his hand. The Jedi, who had stumbled back but managed to barely catch herself on her ship stared up at him in surprise, the soldiers had their weapons trained on her. One of the non-clones, a sergeant spoke up "Welcome to Naltoon, ma'am"

9784 stood in the shades of a building, watching someone battle with the Jedi that landed. He noticed the man sheathe his sword, and the Jedi deactivated hers. Personally, 9784 hated the Jedi, but would still take orders from them.
"Time to get my assignment..." 9784 started off towards the group of people.

(their on a base, as in walled in, then outside of base is town, also walled in, then forest outisde of wall, if thats ok with Rev.))

" So is that the formal greeting for these parts?" Master Titran asked as soon as she cought her footing.
" I am here to help Maris." and she slightly scanned everyone, and her gaze finally focused, but on the one that met her blade. She was sure he was the commander here.

He still looked at her coldly, but eying her up. Maybe just admiring her wardrobe choice, but he wasn't intent as killing her.

"The council is worried about the situation here. I'm all they could spare." Si missed both her former padawan and master at this moment. They were much better at choosing the right words to say. "what do you all say? Can i help?"

Maris nodded, it was stupid to turn down help, even though what he realy needed was a few squads, maybe even a company of clones. A jedi was wonderful, but clones were much more diverse in their skills, and there were more of them so you could have multiple things happen at once. Not that he wasn't happy to receive anything, he did get a Jedi Master after all, and an attractive one too. The fact that she was a Jedi master meant that she had to be skilled, or the council was short of master and just started promoting people to fill in the gaps but he didn't think that would happen. For now he would just take her to the command center and get an intel officer to breif her on the situation, he assumed that the main mission on this planet was to re-take it, but his base was cut off. His mission, and by extension that of his men, was to survive and protect their green-zone

After a quick walk, they entered the main command post, the guard, a 1st lieutenant, wearing odd armor that looked very junky stood in their way. He snapped a salute. "Sir!"

"Out of my way trooper." The soldier, who seemed rather odd for a clone, like someone decided it would be funny if they poured some corilian ale in his vat back on Kamino, stood for a second then moved to the side. Maris wondered why he hadn't been 'reconfigured' and why he wasn't in trooper armor, not even heavily customized Phase II armor it seemed. He would deal with it later, he had more pressing matters, like the Jedi for one.

{Hey A_A, make it where ou call me in to do somthing please!!!}

Gamma continued through the facility, encountering only light resistance. "Where are all the tinnies?" Lucky crushed the head of a twitching droid. "I mean, I'm not complaining, but we've destroyed, what, thirty? A base this size should have at least a hundred. I don't like it."

Val slapped a fresh magazine in his Deece. "I don't either. Shadow--"

"I'm on it. I'll scout ahead. Someone give me a boost, I'm going through the roof." Kad blasted a hole in the roof, and  boosted Shadow up. The three remaining commandos moved forward slowly, turning another half dozen droids to scrap. The com crackled.

"Val, you've got two ambush parties waiting for you. Ones about 20 yards down the hall from where you are, and too the left. If you can get their attention, I'll get them from behind."

"Roger. Thanks for the warning, Shadow."

Val led the squad forward, careful to maintain silence as they reached the corner.

"Lucky, poke an endoscope around the corner."

"Already on it." He brought out the 'scope, and Val opened the feed in a small window in his HUD. "Looks like four wets leading a dozen droids. Quite the welcome mat."

"Indeed. Alright Shadow, we're in position. Lucky, lay down some APC micro-mines. Gamma, we'll move quickly, but act natural. Take a few shots, duck back around the corner, and the mines will take down any curious tinnies."

Bes'kad led. They ran around the corner, exchanging fire with several droids. Four charged around the corner, only to be blow to pieces by the micromines. Suddenly a crash sounded, followed by blaster shots and several screams. Val ran back around the corner, dropped two droids, and watched Shadow finish off the last wet with a vibroblade to the throat.

"Well, I can't say that wasn't fun." Said Shadow as he retracted the blade. "The next ambush is down the hall, two corners away. But there's a side route around it, and we can strike them from behind."

"Lets do it then."

-----------------------------------Several Minutes later-------------------------------------

"Shadow, if you had said the "side route" involved the garbage compactor, I would have taken the ambush head on."

"Oh, come on. What's the fun in that? You don't even get to see the surprise on the enemies face as he turns around to see who killed his buddy."

"You are one creepy barve, Shadow. And droids don't have faces."

"I'll take that as a complement."

"Finally. I am never doing this again. You do realize the amount of crap we're going to get from the larty pilot, don't you? Anyways, lets just do this.

It was over in moments. There were eight B-1s, and four SBDs. A single human led them, along with several Trandoshans. They barely had time to turn around before the last dropped. One of the B-1s sparked.

"All right, lets go."

'What's wrong boy?" Ragma's pet Nexu was looking at the setting sun and purring heavily. *sigh* "I feel it too. Looks like our peace is finally interrupted." Ragma walked out side. "I think it's time for a trip. eh?" The Nexu just looked at him and lifted it's head to be petted. *sigh* Ragma moved his hand through his pet's quill like fur. "Here we go again..."

Shelker steamed under his helmet. "For starters you'll address me as 'Commander, Sir'."

Morshvar squinted at the thought. He mockingly bowed. "What shall you have me do, Commander, Sir."
The Sarcasm was clear.

"Heh, you might be more useful than expected." Shelker chuckled. "There is a task I believe you will be fully capable of handling."

"Shelker, you're not thinking about-" Val'in was cut off.

"No, I'm not..." He pointed at the Mandalorian. "...not yet. There is a CIS Fuel depot at the foot of this mountain." The group walked over to the large holoprojector centered in the belly of the HAV, Shelker pointing to several marked locations. "It's being run by a Trade Federation operative who has been but a thorn in my side for months...his name is Rook Fooray. I want you to take him out. Sus'iir has observed the base for some time, and knows the area. He will go and and feed you support data, and if things go sour, sniper support."

"No one will ever know." Sus'iir patted the sniper rifle cradled in his arms. "You up for it?"

Morshvar simply nodded.

"Good." Shelker walked away from the the group to the cockpit. "Change of plans, take us to these coordinates." He handed the pilot a small datacard before walking back.

"This is gonna be a hell of a ride."

Griffin stood in the command center observing the many screens, Helmet under his arm, rifle slung around his back with its safety off. Observing one screen closely, A small starfighter had just landed, Lt. Colonel Maris had gone to see the unknown personally, Seeing the cockpit open and a jedi leaping forth from it, he saw the two clash.

"Nice welcome huh?" Griffin chuckled to himself

Placing his helmet down on a nearby table he took out a small datapad, which told him off all the current ops in place and if anyone needed any reinforcments,

"Hmmm its been too quiet, Surely 'Gamma' has woke up the beast by now" Grinning to himself
Griffin then looked upto the screen to see the Lt. Colonel approaching the command center.
As he did Griffin paid no notice what so ever, Just giving the Lt. Colonel a nod before reverting his attention to the Jedi, Griffin was glad that they had got some reinforcements at least, Though he didnt know how much difference one jedi would make to turn the tide on a whole CIS army which outnumbered this republic army by at least ten to one.

Griffin walked out side of the Command center and stared upon the night sky smiling

"Its whole new week"

Slit followed the jedi abseving his every move.
Slit was a defective clone, a one of a kind. and an excellent combat commander which is why he was shipped to the planet. His bloody, sufishen, and disobedaint reputation had reached almost every outfit except for this one. He had been given command of a platoon which to as far as Slitwas conserd, was made up of butt kissers. His old platoon had very good NCOs and a brave platoon sergeant but the platoon sergeant he had now  would cower in the very presence of him.  Hardly anybody had had heard him speak for his vocle coards had been dammaged in battle.
"Slit, what do you think your doing? Gaurd the door!" said a Captain stopping in Slit which was a big mistake.
"Move," said a raspy, hard voice that was applified thourgh his helment.  The officer move as side, in fear.

Maris stood watching the screen. He stepped from the room, leaving the jedi to be briefed on the situation by one of the intelligence officers. He stole another glance at the jedi before he left, wondering how many droids she would be able to destroy before they eventually brought her down. Hopefully he wouldn't have to find out. His thoughts of sparking torso sections, roaring blades, and 'dying' droids were shattered when he almost ran into that clone that was supposed to be on door duty at the command station,  "Clone. Where are you supposed to be." He received no answer from the clone, who continued to walk away, towards the gate into the town. "Clone. Did you receive orders to leave your station."

Now the clone turned, silently he stared at him.

"You are hereby ordered to return to your post until otherwise ordered."

The clone was still silent, and turned to walk away.

Maris unsheathed his sword, and activated it, the motor roared to life, and the teeth began to whir, seemingly begging for blood. He stepped forward, raising the sword, ready to decapitate the clone. The last thing he needed was disobedience among his soldiers. Before he could swing the alarms went off, and an explosion blossomed outside the exterior wall. He glared at the clone, who seemed happy about the sudden change of activity, and sprinted off, shouting orders into the com, listening to screams from guards and hearing the yells of "DROIDS" and numbers that seemed huge, it was probably just exaggerations, but Maris wasn't going to risk this there had been reports of huge troop movements in the area from his scouts, he was afraid they would get to him, and it seemed they had. He ordered they intel officer to get the jedi out here, and get on the short-range com and start yelling out their position and status. If they were lucky there could be an armored battalion or something in range.  He would figure out how a group of droids the size he was being told had slipped under their rader later. Now he had things to deal with.

Morshvar was sitting calmly in the HAV stroking the end of one of his vibroblades.  Sus'iir stood making small talk with the clones.  One of the clone pilots looked back.

"Sir!  We are getting an all hail comm from one of the local bases!  Shall we intercede?"

Shelker shook his head.  "Negative.  We have our mission.  Not until we drop these guys off.  Stay on course."

"Yes sir, right away sir."  The pilot turned back to the controls. 

The HAV jumped and bounded over any sort of terrain.  After a short trip they reached the bas of the mountain.  The blast dors opened and Morshvar and Sus'iir hopped out.  Shelker looked at them.

"The fuel depot is on the other side of this mountain.  Rendevous here in 4 hours.  I expect the job done.  And don't get yourselves killed."

Morshvar gave a deep mock bow.  "Yes commander sir."  The door closed up and the Juggernaut headed back towards the distress call.

Morshvar immediately set off into the up the side of the mountain.

"Hold on there."  Sus'iir held up his hand, "we need to set up a plan."

"Once we get to the top watch me to see if anyone follows.  If anyone looks suspicious kill them.  I will take care of the target."  Morshvar tossed a comm to Sus'iir.  "That channel is private.  Upload into your own comm if you wish.  I will call you if some assisstance is needed."

Sus'iir nodded and followed after Morshvar.  Once they reached the top the fuel depot could be plainly seen at the foot of the mountain.  Morshvar slowly scaled down the mountain being sure to maintain cover.  Once he reached the foot he qiuetly made his way to the edge of the compound.  This was not going to be easy.  It was crawling with droids.  He stealthily made his way to the main building.  He found a small air vent in the side of the building.  He opened the grte and hoisted his small but muscular frame into the duct.  Checking the datapad he received with the schematics of the depot, he headed to the main office.  Just as the intel said Rook was sitting inside the office. 

Morsh gently pulled up the grate and hopped to the ground.  Rook turned as a a blade flew right into his throat.  He immediately fell to the floor convulsing.  Morshvar retrieved the poison blade wiping it on the now corpse.  He turned as he heard the door open.

The two B1 droids entered the room.  They only saw the neimodian lying dead on the ground.

"What the-"  Morshvar plunged a vibroblade into the back of one and violently ripped the head off of the other.  Both fell to the ground smoking.  Morshvar pulled out the comm.  "Sus'iir.  I have assassinated Rook.  Be prepared to cover my exit.  It may get hot in here."

"Copy."

Morshvar made it out of the facility without incident.  But as soon as he was outside he was greeted with a multiude of droids.

"I need that cover now!"

They were being swarmed, there were alot of droids, and there were not enough soldiers. They had tried to fill the breach and been fairly successful with it. The turrets had opened up, but they were under attack and a few of them had been damaged to the point of uselessness now. Maris was with Bravo squad, firing at the seemingly endless group of droids assaulting them. The man next to them, a sergeant, still green by the standards of the others, began yelling. "There are too many! We cant hold them! RED ZERO! RE-" Maris leveled his bolter and fired, making the soldiers once intact cranium nothing more then a

"Damn you all! You will hold the line or you WILL be shot. You will hold the line!" A clone turned to retreat and he was surprised to find a large weapon rammed through his abdomen, then ripped out the side.

He switched to his com unit, "How are the reinforcements coming?"

"Unknown sir, we have no response received. Still calling."

"Can you boost the range any? We wont last much longer." Maris said as he ducked to reload, then was forced to shoot another soldier that was preparing to break the line after killing a few more droids that looked to be  higher risk targets. He was losing men fast, and not just due to the executions he was forced to preform.  He needed back up fast. Or they were all dead, and his green zone would just become part of the redzone that was slowly engulfing the planet

Maris suddenly found a old man next to him *!!!* "Wha... Get out of here we are in a war zone old man!"
"Oh? I didn't know I thought you were just playing a game?" *Sarcasm* Ragma was standing upright tilting his body now and then when a blaster bolt looked close. "Leave now! Crazy fool! That's an order!" just then another trooper turned to flee but saw Maris move the small explosive weapon in his direction, he turned back only to be met by a mean wrist rocket. "Do want so help?" asked Ragma with out a hint of a joke in his calm voice.
"What!" Maris knew the old man was crazy but this. "I said do you want my help?" Maris was to busy to be bothered anymore "Yeah. Sure. Why don't you flank them or something?" "Alright." and with the old man went walking right through the fire zone and to the side. Maris wasn't watching he already forgot about the man and was busy blasting droids.

Hey Adeptus, as there are supposed to be a obscene amount of droids where I am, and we can't handle another 50+ in a straight fight, I'll have about, oh, 30 B-1s and 10 SBD's from my battlezone be at yours. I don't know how many more you want, but just tack on however many. Just letting you know that that's how I'll be explaining the lack of droids at the hangar (I'll interrogate a wet), if you don't mind.

Val and the squad reached the other side of the base without further incident.

"Ok, through this door is the second target and the hangar--and likely a huge number of battle droids. Lucky, place a charge. Kad and I will fire an anti-armor round each, while Lucky lobs in some EMP grenades. Ready? Lets do this and go home."

Lucky rapidly placed a charge on the door. "Clear!" The door blew out, and Val and Kad ducked low, miraculously avoiding incoming fire, and fired their rounds. The firing slowed briefly, and then Lucky threw the grenades. Even fifteen meters away, Val's hud still flickered. "Lets GO Gamma!" They burst through the smoke, Deece's at the ready. Val and Lucky went to the right of the door, and Kad and Shadow went left, each finding cover before the wet commanders had time to rally their troops.

Gamma was faced with a formidable force. Twenty-four battle droids, in squads of  six led by a wet, were joined by a group of five SBD's and another wet. One of the SBD's was down, and another appeared to have been damaged by shrapnel, and seemed to be moving slower than the rest. One wet was down, and five B-1s. Even as Val took this in, another four went down, three to another anti-armor round, and the fourth getting its head blown off by Shadow's Verp. "Shadow, flank left. Gamma, covering fire! Lucky, flash the wets."

Lucky threw a flash-bang near two wets, they went down to their knees. Kad and Val opened up, and after several seconds Lucky joined them. A clip each and seven battle droids later, they ducked back under cover, and Shadow was nowhere to be seen. "I'll never know how he does that, but I won't complain. Kad, you keep the tinnies busy while Lucky and I work on those SBD's."

"Copy. By the way, is it possible to major in making shrapnel? Cus I'd totally pass."

"Just shoot. And the Grand Army doesn't do degrees."

Lucky weakened the SBD's up with another EMP, and they opened up as one man. The damaged SBD finally went down with the EMP, and Lucky blew the arm and leg off another. Val put half a clip into the chest of another, and it finally went down. The last was destroyed under two seconds of their combined firepower.

The wets and the seven remaining tinnies had managed to keep Kads head down, so Val and Lucky transferred their fire, bringing down two droids and a wet. Kad brought down another, and another's leg seemed to mysteriously fly off. Shadow rose from the darkness, behind the Seps, and immediately followed up by beheading another droids, burying his blade in the chest of another, and firing his Verp point blank into the stomach of one of the wets, who collapsed back. Kad dropped the final wet, and Val finished off the final tinnie.

"Shadow, wait! We want that one alive." Shadow paused, his arm cocked above the neck of the wounded officer, blade drawn. The dying man clutched his stomach, and managed to raise a hold-pistol, but the shot just glanced off a distracted Shadow's armor, and he fell back. Kad lunged forward to disarm him, and Val stepped forward.

"Where are the rest of the droids? A facility this size should have nearly twice this number."

Shadow looked up from inspecting his armor. "And the hangars missing several transport sized berths."

"So where are they?"

The man coughed, spewing up blood. "Far away. Attacking one of your bases, I heard. Somewhere in the mountains."

"Sounds like Commander Maris's." observed Kad.

"Whatever. Whoever it is, they don't stand a chance." he coughed again, and again, spewing up even more blood, before continuing in a weaker voice. "Not...a...chance." He released his last breath, and his eyes closed.

"Osik! We need to tell command, and get a ride out of here. Kad, Lucky, blow the gun emplacement and the hangar. I'll call in the news, and for extraction." They moved off.

"GAR Command, this is Gamma squad. Mission complete, I repeat, mission complete. We need extraction as soon as is possible. We also have information suggesting that a large Separatist force may be prepared to attack Commander Maris's base. Acknowledge."

<Acknowledged Gamma. Commander Maris is currently under attack, and we are sending some units for support, but if we can divert a gunship to evac you, we will."

"Understood. Gamma, out."

Griffin grinned as he brought his rilfe up to his shoulder firing off a few blasts, Hitting a droid twice in the chest and once in the head. Looking over the Lt. Colonel Maris he couldnt stop a smirk.

"Good ole' commander, hates the guts out of cowards" He said to himself, Still firing off controlled bursts into the droids yet they still came, They had caught the clones by suprise, cutting down the few squads there where.

"Hey sir, I say you should of blasted that other Toon' Commander while you had the chance" Griffin chuckled into the comms

Still Griffin fired into the Droids ranks
"You!" Griffin shouted to a nearby clone sergeant

"Sir?"

"Take your fire team and secure that building" Griffin indicated to a tall tower looking building with a balcony

"Yes sir" The sergeant replied running back over to his team and giving them the orders, which they nodded to in approval and began for the building.

"Sir? Should we hold or fall back to regroup where scattered around everywhere here sir, And where the hell are our gunships!?" Griffin Enquired to Maris over the comms

"Maybe you forgot but this is a no-fly zone! Our birds aren't coming here unless their suicidal!" Maris yelled, he cleaved through a B1 that got too close, and unloaded into a SBD taking it down. They were still screwed though, if some reinforcements didnt come though, and fast.

can i join????

Name: 3065
Age:9
Species: human clone
Allegiance: republuic
Occupation: scout/sniper
Clothing and armor: kataran class armor with snow camo
Weapons: a dc-17 sniper with a 16x25 scope and a fleteche shotgun
Short character description:3065 was chosen to be a comando but was moved to a sniper team when they saw his skills with a sniper rifle
he has been a sniper most of his life

Slit was holding the line, barly with his platoon.
"Hold the line," said slit with out a hint of worry in his voice.
"Sir, the platoon sergeant is down!" yelld one of the sergeants.
"Okay, then, you are my new platoon sergeant, take a 10 guys and flank the that advance! Go!" said Slit.
" You two! Take some men and flak their advance to the other side! Go," Slit said to the Sergeants on his right.
"The rest of you are with me! Split into three prongs and advance on that low wall" Slit barked as he blasted 2 droids with out aiming.
Slits platoon advanced on the wall, and got to it. A dead comms guuy was leaning over a radio.
"You! Radio the commander, tell 'em we have re- establish a foot hold," siad Slit  to a privet.

Val looked up as the LAAT/i flew over the smoking ruins of the hangar and gun emplacement. He summoned the squad as it touched down, and they ran towards it. Several troopers helped them it. The pilot turned to look at them.

"What have you been doing, Gamma? You smell like osik!"

Val looked over at Shadow. "I told you we'd get a bunch of crap from him." He turned back to the pilot. "How fast can you get us to Maris's outpost?"

" 'Bout five minutes, if I push it."

"Then do it. And push it hard."

"I can't enter the base. The AA turrets have gone rogue, and fire on anything without Senatorial or Jedi clearance."

"They've gone what!"

"Yeah, I know. I can get you close, but that's it."

"How close can you get us to one of the AA emplacements?"

"About 200 meters."

"Alright. That'll do." Val switched to the squads private frequency. "Ok squad, this is what we're doing. We land close, hike in, and take one down. Lucky, do you think you've got enough explosives?"

"I think so."

"Good. We'll take down one, then the way to Maris's base will be clear."

The pilot called back. "I'm setting down here. Good luck, Gamma."

"Lets go boys. Oya!"

-------------------------------20 Minutes and One AA emplacement later---------------------------

Lucky accepted Val's proffered arm to help him into the larty. "Well that wasn't so bad." He stumbled as it took off.

"No, not really." Val motioned towards a trooper with green trim. "Sergeant. How many men do you have here?"

"Twelve. Two are turret gunners, though."

Val thought for a moment. "They stay. You and your men will come with us. When we land, the gunship will give us support, and we'll fight our way to Maris."

"A good plan sir," He turned, barking orders. "Vin, Tal, take the turrets. The rest of you, with me. We're going in with Gamma."

Val reloaded his Deece. "Fifteen seconds till touchdown", yelled the pilot. The troopers in the turrets opened up, tearing into the droid ranks. The co-pilot launched several missiles, and fired with the secondary lasers. The larty touched down. "Lets go!" Commandos and troopers spilled out, opening up on the droids from behind. The gunship took off, and opened fire once again. The sight of reinforcements, even few, encouraged Maris's troops, spurring them to fight even harder.

hope that works for you, Adeptus.

Slit hit a driod in the face with his fist.
"Sir, first and second squads are down," said a clone cruched down behinde the wall.
Slit blasted a droid about 5 feet ahead of him.
"Sir, reinforcements, have landed," said the clane working the radio.
"Whose?" asked Slit as he threw  a grenade.
"Ours."
"Supers!" yelled a clone to the right of Slit.
"Flank those driods, 3rd squad go right, 4th left!" Slit Barked at the sergeants, " Wait for covering fire!"
"Sir, sir, what abut the remains of first squad?" asked the platoon sergeant.
"You guys throw grenades at the Supers when I give the signal," said Slit, "Covering fire!"
"Now!"
The grenades flew through the air and hit in front of the driods.
BOOM!!!
The supers stumbled back for a moment. As soon as the where back in formation blue bolts exploeded across their sides reducing them to scrap.