"The Beginning of The End" story of the 101st MSB (Page 3 of 6)

hey revan, i was wondering if you could draw a mandalorian for me. I just added him to my story. His name is Cpt. Newance and hes a Mandalorian Black Ops Marine.  They specialize in ship to ship combat and zero G vaccum fighting. If you could design like a special mando suit that would be sweet. thanks

yeah def. black armor being he's black ops and the glowing blue visor sounds sweet. something that resembles mando armor but at the same time looks like a vaccum suit.

yeah that new drawing is great. i like the new color scheme, its sorta jungleish i like it a lot. i see he has dual D Eagles now too. oh yeah whats in the bag? lol im also excited to see what you come up with for the space combat mando. that idea came out of nowhere and i was in the middle of my CAD class and had to start writing lol thanks

revan i dont know how you do it but those pics are awesome. thats almost the exact image that was in my head. yeah and since you enjoy doing it so much it would be great to have like a pic of all the main 101st characters like band of brothers style. its kind of a lot to ask i know but i think you can handle it.

at last ch 4

Ch4  "Outnumbered, outgunned, with no hope of retreat? What else is new."

              Jango gripped the shoulder restraints of his seat hard.  The ride down through the lower atmosphere of Mars was slightly rougher then he anticipated.
    He along with first platoon were rewarded the treat of “First Wave”. Which meant riding in the lead dropship and not surprisingly attracting the most attention.
    Mantle was strapped in on Jango’s right.  He would now and then calmly check his gauntlet mounted datapad.  He was also clutching the carbine in his lap so hard the veins on his hand were poking through his glove.
    On Jango’s left was Snake.  He was gripping his DC-15 between his legs and staring at the roof of the dropship. Jango knew he had his eyes closed, he always did that.
    Jango glanced to his right and watched the storm of fire building up on the dropships nose through the cockpit glass.  The co pilot turned and gave him a 2 fingers up sign.
    “Two minutes till drop sir.” He said. “No resistence yet, but they must know were here by now.”
    He was right.  The Deathwatch had reached mars first and no doubt had some sort of suprise in store for them.  Jango hoped the shooting would start soon so he would stop thinking about it.
    A green light in his HUD suddenly winked on and his seating harness released.  Jango stood up and gripped the handrail over his head.  Behind him the rest of the platoon did likewise.
    “Almost time Gentlemen.” The pilot said through the com. Jango noticed a heavy accent.
    Jango watched through the cockpit as the firestorm died away.  Bursting through a cloud he suddenly saw the red covered surface.
    “30 seconds!” The pilot yelled. “Drop zone is just ahe-”
    The dropship suddenly gave a huge lurch.  Jango managed to grab the handrail to save himself from smashing into the floor.  Horrified, he glanced at the cockpit glass once more.
    All around them, bursts of blue fire erupted. The dropship lurched again. Jango’s feet left the floor from the sudden loss of altitude.
    “Incoming Ion fire!” The copilot screamed. “Max throttle! we need to get more alt-”
    A ion burst detonated dead ahead of the dropship, smashing out the glass and spattering the copilot all over the cabin.
    “Christ!” The pilot shouted over the scream of wind. He desperately wiped his comrade's blood and brain matter off his visor. “Were hit! I can barely keep her together!” he turned to Jango. “Jump NOW!”
    Jango rushed to the rear of the dropship’s bay and punched the door release. With a rush of wind and hydraulics the rear door slowly lowered.  They were very close to the ground Jango noticed.     He turned to the platoon.
    “Listen up!” he shouted through the com. “Get the fierfek off this thing! GO GO GO!!”
    The Mandalorians training kicked in and in pairs they jumped off the rear ramp and ignited their jetpacks.
    Mantle and Jango were the last ones on the ship. Jango turned once again to the pilot.
    “GO!” the pilot shouted. “I’ll try to bring her in gently!” But both he and Jango knew he was doomed.
    “Lets go Seargent!” Jango shouted and gave Mantle a shove out the back of the ship. He quickly followed.
    Jango let himself freefall. Below him the ground was rushing up to meet him. He pressed his igniter switch and was relieved to feel the jets kick on.
    In a hover Jango turned towards the dropship. Black smoke was pouring from the engines. One of it’s stubby wings had been sheared off.
    The ship was rapidly losing altitude. Jango looked away as he heard and enormous explosion as the dropship collided with the hillside.
    “Fierfek” Jango swore. “Off to a good start already.”  He swiveled around and followed the Icon in his HUD to the rendezvous point.

i check it about 2-3 times. did you read ch 4 yet?

Yea, it's awsome.

I might be able to to that last part where Jango is free-falling and looks back and the dropship is in a fireball.

yeah that sounds sweet, about the jango watching the ship explode.

It could take a couple of days to do all those, but I'll update you on everything.

alright!

Do you draw much?