Republic Commando: Alpha Squad (Page 1 of 5)

Name: RC-1313 "Jag"
Squad Role: Sniper
Personality: He can be serious when needed but prefers to goof off.  Some of his drill sergeants said he joked around too much when he is blowing the head off a Geonosian in training.  But seriously, don't be on the end of his scope. 
Appearance:  Clone.  Tries to keep a clean shaven face.  ((Do we want armor to be coloured or be something like Omega's?))
Weapons:  DC-17m, favours the sniper attachment (duh, but of course he can use the other attachments). DC-15 side arm pistol.

Jag sat in the briefing room with his other members idly.  He was absent-mindedly cleaning his Deecee.  He would just ask Kad later about mission details.  Weapons were more important.

Name: RC 1339, AKA, Tracyn (Mando'a for Fire)
Personaliy: Like his specialty, he has an explosive temper in battle, and a restrained temper during his off hours.
Specialty: Heavy Ordnance, Demolitions
Appearance:  Armour painted black, with deep green slashes going from both shoulders to his waist, making a sort of "V".  Other than that, he looks like a clone with longish hair.
Weaponry: E-Web (heheheh), grenades, detpacks, and other various explosives, as well as a small sidearm.

Tracyn leaned against the metallic bulkhead, deep in thought.  Their last mission had concluded, and he was anxious to get moving again.  Oh, how he loved the beauty of explosions in the afternoon sun....[i[sigh[/i]

((The Mandalorian skull is a Mythosaur skull, not bantha))

Name: RC-1873 "Tal"
Personality: Deadly serious, though as very rare moments humor. Sanity questionable. Often mutters to himself., sometimes hums Vode An during a battle. For some reason has a belief that 'Red ones go faster' 
Specialty: Slicer, as a result has a slight explosives skill, more then the others but not as much as Tracyn
Appearance: Clone, a terminal exploded during his training, leaving his neck and chest covered in burns, keeps head shaved, armor is a dark grey, with blue shoulder plates and gauntlets. Has a red bullseye painted on upper right part of chest plate. Blue Kama with grey trimming
Weapons: DC-17m, with all attachments (And a red paint job), DC-15 side arm, grenades, Vibrokinfe, back up explosive charges.

RC-1873 called 'Tal' by his brothers stared down at the blue T-visor of his helm. It held a faint reflection of himself in it, aside from the scars, he was exactly the same as his brothers. He was not the same though, not some faceless automaton, made exactly the same as those around him. He was faster, stronger, better then the others, as were his brothers. He was not some product, made to live out his usefulness and die of old age in some retirement center. He was a warrior. He would die in a blaze of glory. He was a Republic Commando, numbered RC-1873 by his creators, he would die for the Republic, with his brothers.

"Assassinate? Sounds fun" Jag said patting his DC.

"Only for you, brother." Tal muttered. He wasn't as much of a sniping enthusiast.

"Well sorry if you don't enjoy putting a round through a target's head at 200 meters."

"I just don't want you to have all the kills."

"Your just jealous of my crazy mad skills."

"I can't be jealous of something that doesn't exist..."

Kad cut in "Thats enough of that. Any serious questions?"

"Security? I mean electronic and physical." Tal asked, he always enjoyed slicing into a mainfraim and playing hell with the security forces.

Name: RC-1967 "Gayiyli"
Personality: Highly intelligent, talks alot and is very competetive, dispite being a Smart-ass. He also seems to to try and make the best of the situation, dispite the way things are looking; and in spare time fixes/builds/customizes blaster weapons.
Specialty: Medic, Heavy Weapons
Appearance: Matte white/blue armor, customized helmet, cheekplates, and visor. Face wise, he looks like all of the other clones, with the exception of a deep scar across his nose and brow.
Weapons: ACP Scattergun, Merr-Sonn Munitions Z-6 Rotary Blaster Cannon, DC-15s Sidearm
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Six-Seven stood behind Tal, making some final checks on his improved Z-6 Chaingun as Psycho strolled in like he's the General. "Don't tell me I'm late for the party, ladies..."

"Fierfek...not him..."

Revan, if we get a few more, you can be part of a second squad. if not, we can just tack you on to our squad--say you lost yours on Geonosis. sound good?

ic: "Captain. I take it you've been added to our mission. This will change things, but we'll be glad to have your expertise."

Kad heard a snort over the squad's private frequency. He quickly switched to that line. "I know, I like this as little as you do. But we have no choice. I just wish they'd given us a Null. They're psychotic, but effective."

He switched back to the public channel. "As to security, its a high-ranking Sep Council Member, campaigning for Ord Mantell's support. They'll have droids as well as numerous private guards, I'm sure. Expect anything. I doubt Ord Mantell will have much in place, but we'll have enough to deal with on the Sep front. Also, General Jusik has asked us to give him a dream list of stuff we'll want for the mission. If anyone wants a shatter gun or bowcaster, now is the time to get it. Tracyn, if you need anything special, just ask. Anything else?"

((Yeah, just say his squad was killed on Geonosis))

"Well look at the bright side, at least that sheb-sucker isn't going to be with our squad..."

"...Captain. I take it you've been added to our mission. This will change things, but we'll be glad to have your expertise..."

"Fierfek, I spoke to soon..."

"At 0800, tomorrow. I've already put in a request for two PLEX rockets, and a scope for my shatter gun (sorry i'm adding that.) Might come in handy. If that's all, grab some rack time, you'll need it."

ooc: next post either exit the room and stuff, or start out in our insertion vessel, a small cargo ship, unmarked, and small. Droid piloted, so zero-g. Fun)

"At 0800, tomorrow. I've already put in a request for two PLEX rockets, and a scope for my shatter gun (sorry i'm adding that.) Might come in handy. If that's all, grab some rack time, you'll need it."

"Well said, Sarge," Psycho got up and stretched, exhaling a particularly large cloud of smoke over the group's heads, "On that note, unless any of you girls needs me, I've got some gear to prep. Get your beauty sleep, eh? "

Tracyn left the briefing room, both gleeful, and annoyed.  Gleeful because he could select any number of lovely explosive devices.  Annoyed, because Psycho was joining the group.  He didn't mind him in terms of expertise, but his attitude could use some adjusting.  Some very serious adjusting.  He sighed, and placed his helmet o his head (It had been off for the briefing), and climbed aboard the cargo ship.  This was going to be a long mission...

(( hey just wondering if i could join? if not could i be like a clone trooper in support of your operations? not working with your team but say like my army go in fight the big battle and your the commando's fighting the special battles which enable my army to win or something? like in any real situation? thanks ))

this is strictly a commando op, but eventually we might make a second squad, or need a few troopers in a later op. This one is kinda locked in at the moment, sorry. Unless anyone else has an idea?

ic:"Alright Commandos, you heard the man. It's showtime..."

"Our ship will be landing in an automated warehouse, owned by a Republic sympathizer, on the outskirts of the capital. We'll have to work our way in, get a good spot for Jag to work his magic, or have Tracyn blow some osik'la Sep from here to Tatooine. If the opportunity arises, we've got a hanger just packed with droids, and their all waiting for us to spoil their day. And, as a bonus, the fighter jockies from Indomitable will owe us a drink, too.

Landing in T-Minus 15........10..9..8..7..6..5..4..3..2..1..touchdown. Ramps down, boys, and welcome to Ord Mantell. The over-abundance of tinnies is normally a turn-off for tourists, but you look like your in the scrap business. And there's enough to go around."