RPG - Jedi Purge: The Hunt for Survivors (Page 2 of 3)

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Name: SW-977
Age: 30
Rank: Clone Commander
Expierience: 80/110
Firepower: 56
WOC: simple DC-15 blaster rifle
2nd WOC: stun grenades, and armour.
Instructor: Darth Sidious
Friends: none, so far. But a clone trooper called FT-981.
Ship: Republic star destroyer.
Vehicle: Jetpack and republic tank.

SW-977 was tired. He had been given orders to find the remaining jedi. He was hungry and thirsty. His throat stank of bad breath, that he hadn't had anything to eat. He swung his sidearm about and sighed. The jedi probably weren't even in this galaxy, or this planet, he was on Taris. He knew for some apparent reason, that this was going to be a loooong day.........

Si was enjoying herself away from the order. It was a sense of freedom that she had never felt while she was at the Jedi temple, working alongside other Jedi bound to honor the millennia old, vaunted but somewhat outdated Jedi Code. Not that she felt the code to be wrong, but just had a different interpretation.

Today Si got up late, languidly stretching, both physically and with the force, as she got out of bed. Her lover Janus had gotten up earlier as he seemed to never sleep for long, but had left a note and a flower in his place next  to Si. She smiled, and felt part of her soften as she saw it. Yes she decided life was much better for her with out the Jedi Order.

Part of the note said that Janus would be out untill dinner, buisness meetings and so forth. Part of Si was happy that he cared enough to care for her financially, but another part felt disappointed that he wasn't going to spend all day with her. Even that thought brought to mind how she was new to these kind of feelings. It was welcome. It did give her the opportunity to scope out some of Taris on her own, with out Janus. Janus knew fully of her past, and her skills in the force, but Si chose to limit how she used them around him, in fear that someone working for the Empire might take notice and cause harm to him. She couldn't risk that.

So she dressed and headed out into the streets of Taris, to explore her new found home.

After delivering his latest bounty on Coruscant, Falleer received an new bounty for some Jedi suspected to be on Taris. Falleer sighed. It was a while since he had last fought a Jedi and was wary of the bounty on their heads. After jumping into to a hyperspace course for Taris, he engaged the autopilot and went into the cargo area of the Star and pulled down a box. "Guess I'm going to need this gear if I'm gonna hunt some Jedi." He pulled out two short swords that had been coated in cortosis, two daggers likewise coated and blood-stained cortosis weave body armor. He geared up and headed back into the cockpit. Falleer smiled grimly to himself as he exited hyperspace and was greeted by a Republic cruiser and the planet Taris. "This is going to be fun," he muttered to himself as he entered the atmosphere of Taris.
           Falleer landed the Itinerant Star on the landing pad and disembarked. He slung his sniper rifle over his shoulder while a cloak concealed his other weapons. He headed straight toward the cantina, judging that to be his best bet on information about any jedi in the area.

Sorry I have not posted yet I have not had the time and still don't. I will try to get one out soon.

The Kiffar gasped as the Mando removed his helm.  Ralin didn’t know why, the face was new to him.

"Yes. I know of it. All too well. But I mean you know harm. Let us leave--this place is not safe."
   
The Force grip Ralin had on his sabers loosened slightly.  He could feel the pain the Mando felt.  He’s not hunting us…… he wants to help.  But why?

Ralin nodded, but the Kiffar still seemed hesitant.  She knew this man, but in a mixed way that puzzled Drakus.  Nodding toward the door, Ralin followed the Mando, the woman following cautiously.  As they neared the exit, Ralin looked back at the Rodian for a reaction…..

It seemed to Skree that somehow the Kiffar woman, the madalorian and the hooded man were somehow in league. He didn't want to be too obvious in case their grouping up attracted any hunters looking for a multi-jedi special. He knew he had to stay close, if not to hunt them, at least to provide backup if they found themselves in trouble somehow. Skree was a firm believer in the fact that he had survived this long because of his caution. It saved his life plenty of times, now should be no different.

Let's just hope we haven't attracted too much attention... he thought to himself as he felt the familiar weight of his dual-class, dual-blade lightsabers, hidden in the folds of his spacers overcoat.

The man nodded towards the door, and Verd relaxed. The woman still seemed hesitant, but the man seemed to trust him. "Thank you. Let's head out of town. I know of a series of caves that are safe. " he noticed the woman seemed reluctant, but she seemed willing to follow him. He donned his helmet, and they walked outside.

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They had rented a speeder, and before long, they were at the caves. As they got out and entered the cave he had prepared as a backup holdout, he decided he had better explain everything. "I'm sure you're wondering why I'm helping you. I imagine you have even more doubts about me, ma'am. But I am here to help."

ooc: if you don't like the setting, we can change that. But I have to go, and thought my ship was too close to the center, plus, they might not want to enter a Mando's ship.

Falleer got to the cantina just as a group of three left on a speeder. He noticed one of the group was a Mandalorian and another had a t-visor helmet on. The third was a anxious looking kiffar female. Falleer considered going after them in case they had a lead on the jedi, but he decided to ask in the cantina. He walked into the cantina and was greeted by the warm stench of booze. He sat down at the bar and ordered a water. He looked around the cantina. He noticed a rather nervous-looking Rodian.

The shock of seeing the Mandalorian clone had surprised Nexia out of her usual calm. With the insistent reminder about danger Nexia immediately found her balance. She’d never been good at masking her Force powers but it was a skill she was going to have to quickly master.

“Where should we go?” Nexia asked quietly as they boarded a speeder. She had no idea who it belonged to.

“We don’t need to discuss details right now,” the hooded man told.

Nexia nodded and was thrown back into her seat as the Mandalorian let out the throttle. She eyed him warily but she felt no malice from him through the Force.

“So my friend, do you have a name?” she said to the hooded man.

ooc: no I didn't--so thanks. Not up on my ancient EU history.....it's not exactly school curriculum.

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Verd sat down, and motioned for the others to do the same. "As you guessed, ma'am, I'm a clone. RC-1347, Galactic Army of the Republic. Former soldier of the Republic. My name is Verd Skirata. I was part of a Commando batch trained by Kal Skirata, on Kamino. He trained us, made us men. More importantly, he made us Mandalorians. He saved our souls, and probably our lives too.

Over five years ago, we were deployed to Geonosis--our first true battle. My pod brothers and I were sent to scout out an unexplored underground cavern, where a generator was. It was supposed to be lightly defended, due to the huge numbers of droids fighting topside. But when we got there, we ran into a lot more droids than expected. B-1s, SBD's--even the occasional destroyer. We were under heavy fire, the droids were advancing, and I was cut off from my brothers. I concentrating on the oncoming droids, and I didn't notice the group that had moved in to flank us. At the last second, one's foot hit a pebble, and I spun knowing even as I did that I was dead. They fired. I remember closing my eyes, thinking, "This is it. I'm dead." But nothing happened. I opened them, and watched as the fire from over 15 battle droids was deflected by a lightsaber. A Jedi landed in front of me, and all I could see was a solid sphere of light, his saber was moving so fast. When I later reviewed my battle cam, I had to slow time down to micro-seconds to actually see it. With his help, we pushed the droids back and destroyed the generator. He saved my life, and, more importantly, the lives of my brothers.

I worked with many Jedi over the years, on various mission and in numerous battles, and I never lost my respect for them. Neither did the rest of my squad. Their fairness and bravery, kindness and wisdom--these things are unequaled throughout the rest of the galaxy. My squad was always honored to work for them.

Then Order 66 arrived." Verd paused, and noticed the grief in the Kiffar's eyes. "When the order came, I was on Sullust, with several Jedi. There was a Master and his Padawan,  and two Knights. Our squad was discussing tactics with the Jedi, when a group of about twelve troopers showed up. They raised their DC-15's fired. The Master and two Knights managed to block most of the shots, and were only injured. But the Padawan was killed instantly. My squad and I stepped between the troopers and the wounded Jedi, and I demanded to know what was going on. I knew it had to be Order 66, but I had to know for sure.

My fears were confirmed, and the clone Sergeant demanded that I step aside. I refused, and they opened fire. Our Katarn armor was strong enough to withstand the first few shots, but after the second volley we were knocked aside, and the Jedi were killed. We were all injured, and the sergeant told us we would be killed for insubordination. They fired again, but one of my brothers took the blasts for me. They were all dying, and they knew it. They rushed the troopers, taking even more fire, and managed to get close enough to land a few blows. One of them yelled for me to get out of there. I hesitated, but he looked back at me, and I knew that if I stayed, I would waste their sacrifice. Then a bolt penetrated his weakened armor. He fell, and at that moment, I fled for the first time in my life. A few bolts struck my back, but my armor held. At night, I was able to retrieve their armor tallies and a piece of their armor. I stole a ship, and left for Mandalore, where I knew I would get help.

Since then, Kal Skirata has adopted me, and I got my own armor and ship. I also swore to do whatever I could to harm the Empire, and when I heard it was hunting Jedi, and there were rumors of Jedi hiding on Taris, I came. And here I am. I owe Jedi my life, and I will always seek to help them.

But while I hate the Empire, I won't fight it directly. Its ranks are made up of clone troopers; they are my blood, and I can only hope that some see the evil they are serving and leave it. My brothers never fired a shot to defend themselves, and I never did and never will.

That is my story, and why I'm helping you."

Name: Sus'iir Auurin
Race: Human (Mandalorian)
Gender: Male
Occupation: Bounty Hunter/Assassin/Jedi Hunter
Age: 40
Weapons: Early Model Karpaki .50 Ballistic Sniper Rifle, Compact Mandalorian Ripper
Appearance: Green/gold Mandalorian Beskar Armor with full HUD helmet, dark tan flightsuit, olive/light brown shoulder cape, left wrist gauntlet armed with an MM9 rocket launcher, Blastech Dur-24 wrist laser, gas propelled dart caster
Personality: Cold, calculating, extremely loyal.

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Polar Ice Cap, Telos IV

"Damn Jedi..." Sus'iir mumbled as he finished wiring a collection of DetPacks around an ancient looking durasteel door. "She'll get what's coming to her, don't worry about that." He walked away, then dug himself deep into a snowmound a ways from the door and hit the activator. KRAFOOOM! In a shower of snow and twisted durasteel, the door was no more. "Oya!" Sus'iir shouted. "Took me 3 fracking attempts..." He stood up and brushed off the snow, peering into the gaping black hole he had just created. "Jedi thinks she can scare me..." Sus'iir checked his guns and walked into the black, expecting an ambush...but it never came. He proceeded down a small corridor that opened into a large open room with 4 additional corridors branching off. It was cold. In fact, frigid. "Now where did you get off to?"

"That is my story, and why I'm helping you" concluded the clone Mando.

Ralin continued to pace back and forth inside the dim cavern as he considered the story for a moment.  He had no reason to doubt it, and he could sense the man's honesty. 

Stopping finally, he looked over at the Mando, who was sitting ridgidly at attention.  "You have much honor, Mando.  You have my highest respect.  But I am no Jedi.  It is not me who you wish to help.  However, I suggest that we all work together until we get off this planet.  If you have heard rumors of Jedi here, so have many hunters.  And I sense that another, more dangerous opponent has followed us here as well......"