RPG- The Battle of Naltoon 6 (Page 1 of 3)

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/starw … ase_II.jpg (pauldron has silver studs on it)
Weapons: Projectile pistol that fires explosive shellshttp://wh40k.lexicanum.com/mediawiki/im … _Image.jpg and a strange sword:http://www.rivalspecies.com/manpage/Pic … ord_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: 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: 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.

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.

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)

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.

@ 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.

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.

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.

(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!!)

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."