Frizan

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

Oh, speaking of, since I never really clarified, Sagax is usually open to conversation so don't feel the need to ask or anything. Just go up and jab him a bit, you'll at least get his attention :P

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

Sagax paced nervously near his tent, contemplating the coming battle. He would be a part of the frontal assault, with all eyes, and arrows, directed at him. He had never been a part of open combat before, the most opponents he has ever faced that weren't rodents is two, when his father and Piper sparred with him to practice fighting multiple opponents at once. One on one combat was incredibly different from the future siege he would be taking part in, that much he knew. Sagax wondered how he would act during the battle, and ran different scenarios in his head. He could simply run...but what company would take him after such cowardice? Perhaps he could scale the walls? Though if his comrades couldn't keep them distracted, the Forsworn manning the walls would shoot him down with haste. If he COULD get up there though, and the soldiers were distracted, he could get some quick and clean kills. Sagax would much rather the latter happen. But then what if he couldn't find it in him to take a life? That second of hesitation could mean his death. Sagax put his hands to his head and exhaled slowly. Maybe it was better to just not think about it, and deal with the issues as they came. It would do no good to discourage himself before the fighting even began, it would turn all of the bad scenarios in his head into self-fulfilling prophecies.

Taking his seat on the pile of crates once again, Sagax stared up into the night sky, attempting to calm his nerves. He tuned out the jabbering of his comrades and focused on the sounds of the animals nearby, and the crackling of the fire next to him. The biting wind of Skyrim hit him constantly. Instead of taking cover, Sagax detached his hood and stuffed it into his bag, letting the gales whip past him. The sounds of the chilling winds flying by him helped Sagax calm his mind, leaving only his thoughts of home and his mission. This battle would be the starting point on his path to great fame and glory, and ultimately the freeing of Caius. This replaced Sagax's fear with confidence. Well, most of his fear anyway. There was still that nagging feeling in the back of his head telling him to quit and go home, but he paid no mind to it. He instead clasped his hands together and stared at the countless stars in the sky. "Sweet Mara, give me the strength to see this through. For the sake of my father, my mother, and my dear sister..."

Star Wars - Edge of Rebellion

There. Jacob is now officially confused. And a little nervous.

Star Wars - Edge of Rebellion

Jacob deeply wished that he had instead been assigned to the parade in the city. The outpost was damn near dead silent, with barely a peep from the various troopers manning the walls and the inside of the outpost. Nobody wanted to risk the captain's wrath by even so much as giving the impression that they were slacking off. Surveying the surrounding landscape only made him sigh out of boredom; while he loved his homeworld well enough, Jacob thought that it was the ugliest thing in the galaxy second only to a Hutt's backside. Fitting, as the planet was named after a Hutt.

Now with him and his patrol partner standing at the front gate as per the Captain's orders, Jacob's train of thought was broken by something heavy clunking against his helmet. Looking down he saw a pair of binoculars, a high-powered pair used by their lookouts. Snoring from above confirmed his suspicions: The lookout above fell asleep on the job. Looking up, he could see that the trooper was fast asleep with his feet propped up on the raised part of the wall. He grabbed the binoculars and tossed them back up to the lookout with a considerable amount of force, and could hear a heavy thud as the tool bounced off of the man's helmet and onto the floor.

"Wha-Whodidthat!?" The trooper looked above him in his groggy state, and then below to see Jacob looking back up and him. "Hey, what's your deal!?"

"What's MY deal? I'm not the one sleeping on-duty! Get off your ass and do your job! You aren't being paid to drop expensive equipment off of walls!" The lookout's response was about what Jacob expected, with him rolling his eyes and waving his hand at Jacob in a dismissive manner. At least he got back to work though, and that's all Jacob was trying to do. He didn't like this position any more than any one else did.

To Jacob's great relief, it appeared that the monotony was about to be broken. A shuttle landed a few meters from the front gate of the outpost. To his surprise, Jacob saw two storm troopers exit out of the back. He could see a bunch of crates inside, though he couldn't quite make out what they held. One of the storm troopers beckoned towards Jacob and his partner, and then jabbed his thumb at the crates. Jacob complied, believing that a storm trooper requesting assistance with something was more than a good enough reason to leave his post.

The four men exchanged salutes, with Jacob greeting first. "Corporal Parson at your service. My partner here is Private Daniels. You need us for anything?" The storm trooper to Jacob's right looked to his comrade, who shook his head. "I wish we could return the courtesy, trooper, but we're under a strict order of silence. Can't even tell you our rank." What could be so important about this shipment that even basic information can't be shared? Jacob didn't like this at all, but he knew better than to pry. "But yes, we could use your assistance. Won't be long though so you'll be able to get back to your post soon. Pick up a crate and haul it to the front gate. Don't take it any further, and do NOT look inside them. Trusted men will take the crates into the outpost itself." Jacob and Daniels agreed to help, and the four troopers moved the crates, about fifteen in total, to the front gates of the outpost. Some were light, and some were very heavy. Daniels swore he heard clicking coming from one of his, but Jacob told him to keep it to himself. After the last crate was delivered to the front, a small squad of soldiers in black armor shoved Jacob and Daniels to the side and took over, putting the crates onto carrier docks in groups of three and driving them inside the outpost, into the center of the compound. The storm troopers followed suite, and the shuttle took off back to the city, leaving two very confused troopers behind.

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

Night was coming quick, yet the bustle of the camp almost seemed to intensify. So much chatter and noise, with rowdy demonstrations of skill and heated competition abound. Anything to throw off the shroud of boredom was welcome to these people, and with good reason; sitting on a dingy back road hardly made for a busy time, especially with the job given to the camp, which was to simply observe and nothing else. There was an outlier to the activities, though. Sitting atop a pile of crates near some tents was a hooded man, absentmindedly twiddling with the tassels on the sheath of his shortsword and watching his comrades.

Sagax had never felt quite so out of place before. He had never seen combat and his skills with a blade were weak, contrasting with some of his comrades who ranged from grizzled veteran soldiers to career mercenaries, all with their own tales of glory to tell. He was as green as green could be, and everyone knew it. This made Ashav's decision to admit the man into the group all the more puzzling to Sagax, though he wasn't about to question the decision. This is what he wanted to do, and he was grateful for the opportunity Ashav granted to him.

Setting his shortsword down, leaning it against the bottom crate, Sagax opened his pack and removed a letter he recently received, before he had joined with this company. It was signed by his sister, Piper, but he hadn't been able to read it until now since he had some duties to attend to after he arrived in the camp. Opening it, Sagax began to read over his sister's rough print. Both Sagax and Piper received a rather decent education, but Piper simply refused to "pretty up" her handwriting; she saw it as a waste of time and paper.

"About time you wrote back! I'm sure mother would have been brought to tears of worry if your letter arrived a few minutes later than it did. Oh, and since you asked, aside from being sick with worry, she's completely fine. Her rockjoint finally went away with time and a few doses of medicine.

So, made it to Skyrim, have you? Conflict's thick up there I hear, you should be able to find work with no problem. Just make sure to join up with people who know what they're doing, alright? We want to see you come home eventually. Don't do anything stupid, and no heroics, either!

Things are alright down here. Some people give us dirty looks, but I shoot one right back. Apparently I've grown up to look pretty mean. I'm glad. I ain't "Pretty Piper" any more, and I don't have time for anyone's shit. I'm making good money guarding the local shops; boring though. I'm thinking about joining up with the Imperial Watch. The pay I currently get is nice and all, but it lacks purpose, you know? I know I'll be treated with distrust, but that'll just be part of the challenge. I'll prove our family still cares for the people of the empire, even if they don't much care for us. I wonder what father would think of what we do now?

But I think I'd have taken up enough of your time by the time you read this letter, and mother's calling me down to help with something. Take care, Sagax.

Oh, and Varulae sends her love.

PS. Kidding! Really though, she's glad that you're alright."

Sagax was pleased to hear that everything was fine back home. Piper's musings on joining the Watch surprised him, but he supposed that it was to be expected. She had always wanted to be like her father, completely taken in by Caius's lectures on protecting the empire and serving its people dutifully, and growing up always vying for his approval. The fact that she had not grown bitter and resentful to the very people that scorned her and her family, and instead thought to take it upon herself to serve and protect them was, to Sagax, a testament to her moral character and integrity.

Filing the paper away in his bag, Sagax grabbed his sword and hopped off his perch, wanting to take a small tour of the camp and get a read on his comrades. He saw several people he had met at the signing tables, but they seemed a bit too busy for Sagax to pester. He caught a glance of a provisions carrier collide with an elf outside of the command tent, but saw someone come out to help, so Sagax simply kept walking. Eventually Sagax zoned out, and "toured" the camp about ten more times before coming to his senses after hearing some brute of a man shout above the camp. A gathering was occuring, and the leader wanted everyone.

Sagax made his way to the back of the crowd, out of the way of all the nords who he knew were not very welcoming of new blood. "Sending a boy to do a man's job", and other such things would be muttered as the Imperial passed. He found a comfortable spot out of sight next to a quiet argonian. Ears open, Sagax heard the call for volunteers to join a scouting party. His heart began to race, and his nervousness was positively visible: his legs shook slightly and his face grew stiff. He looked around at the others, secretly hoping that others would throw up their hands. Sagax was relieved to see two hands shoot up almost instantly. The elf he saw earlier, and a nord. A lull occured afterwards, though. The Imperial fought through his fear, and rationalized that his speed would be of great use, and his hand was halfway up when his neighbor raised up his own. Sagax knew enough about him to know that he was extremely skilled with bows. Perhaps it was for the best that he go instead of Sagax. "What would I do with my speed anyway? Run away to leave my comrades to die? Yeah, great skill you got there, Sagax..." he muttered scornfully to himself. He shook his head and turned to the argonian, hand outstretched for a shake. "Good luck, friend."

Star Wars - Edge of Rebellion

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Which reminds me, prepare your outpost for an influx of mysterious supplies.

@Sep

Roger-roger

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Patiently waiting for more posts.

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

No schafting while on duty, guys.

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

Schaft's gonna give it to ya

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

So guys, I was thinking we should switch from Pad to Skype once everyone finish their sheets. What do y'all say?

@gcold

Sure. Why not. It'll be a tad easier to communicate that way.