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Resol'nare - How the Mando Boys (and Girls) Won the War [Star Wars]

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First Contact in the Situation Room

The long days were standard in the White House and they all knew it. Often the days came where he'd be barely in bed, barely saw the kids and barely communicated with his wife, when he got some sort of a call. Prescott burned right out, and Bill had to cover, but it was also the Chief of Staff's job to coordinate what was going on, and it was a constant grind. The press secretary got reporters, but Mike got the Hill, which was, like State and like the Press Office, a constant exercise in diplomacy and communication. You did not just fob off the chair of the Senate Foreign Relations committee, you had to brief the guy or you had to get the right staff to do it. Odds were, you had to prepare for that meeting.

And you had to prepare the President, when necessary, which was always right now.

This wasn't to spare the workload of AJ, this was to keep the workload and responsibility from crushing one person, the President, entirely. He wasn't taking it easy either. The grind was a constant flow of emails on every device he owned, so that he was never free of them. If he was in his little office in the West Wing, he was hammering away at a cheap plastic keyboard through emails that demanded responses, flagging them or forwarding them. The Eisenhower Matrix was a good weapon; four quadrants and an axis for two categories: "Important/Not Important" and "Urgent/Not Urgent." If not on his actual computer, he had a laptop, a tablet, and a cell phone, and had taken to carrying a small fabric keyboard for the tablet. He learned that it was faster to handle texts on that thing by keyboard than trying to screw around with a touchscreen. The volume was immense.

Part of his hell was that the Important and Urgent was a practically limitless list. But there was also a talented staff to delegate to. They barely kept him afloat.

"Some of the people on the Hill are not happy with the idea that Sweden currently holds the best understanding of the Probe, but that's a pretty bold request even from the Russians, Bill," he said with a wan smile to match the understating tone. Mike Gerard didn't look rumpled, but he looked like he was running on all cylinders and conserving his energy.

He understood the position though; the Russians were concerned about their ability to hold onto their prestige in a world where their geographic rivals, the EU, seemed positioned to dominate through their much more robust research and scientific establishment. That wasn't to say the Russians weren't without resources, but they were afraid of sucking hind teat. Oil stocks were not looking well, not with a renewed and invigorated debate about Earth's energy resources, an argument Mike was particularly aware of given his work when he was a Senator. The break for the sweeping energy bill he sponsored came about after a solid several months of haggling and cajoling senators and getting AJ Shepard on his side.

He wasn't necessarily a policymaker, but he was most certainly an advisor to the president, and the Chief of Staff served at the President's pleasure. It was also worth noting that the role was whatever the President wanted it to be. He kept the Russia comment down to that observation about the mood on the Hill.

Over coffee, AJ and he both noted that from the information they had alone of the probe's separation and the departure of a piece of it, that there was an energy technology out there well beyond the power that could be harnessed by terrestrial technology, and that information leaking out created economic shockwaves that drove interest rates down as a stability measure. Russia clearly felt they had a good position now, but it would dwindle over time. Thus the request, and all its potential disruption and fallout. Nothing was easy, that was for granted.

Things were hairy. And that didn't even bring in the part about someone attempting a cyber-warfare attack on certain parts of their infrastructure, Bangladesh's crisis in the wake of a series of attacks or that they had a domestic terrorism threat barely held in check.

The President did arrive momentarily later, preceded by Secret Service agents that established the security in the room and ushered the man in. Andrew James "AJ" Shepard was a former federal prosecutor and looked the part, dark suit and a striped tie, along with the conservative sort of solid shirt that said, "I work with the FBI." Presidents and politicians in general didn't really go for unusual suits, to the point where Barack Obama once drew comment for wearing a tan suit on a hot day. But, perhaps owing to the internal nature of where they were, the man was wearing a pair of boat shoes, which was wholly inconsistent with his political image of a no-nonsense western lawyer gone senator that had a gift of concise, sometimes terse, communication. He had a tendency, like Robert McNamara, to wear wire-framed glasses that produced that sort of steely effect. He'd been a good trial lawyer once, but he also put them on or put in contacts as the situation demanded.

He worked hard to erase Harvard from his public image, because that was part of being a Republican. But the comfortable, even slightly ratty, footwear gave him away in private. It was almost a signal for Mike; it meant that they wouldn't be photographing any element of this meeting. There were a bunch of laptops, cords, tablets, phones, coffee cups, notebooks, folders, binders, stacks of paper and so forth on the table, marked in various ways. The reports might have taken hours to compile, prepared by the deputies in the room to brief the principals. The idea was to summarize and support as best possible without wasting time.

"Good morning everyone," the president nodded to the room as he stepped to the head of the table, eschewing the podium that was set up in the Situation Room. He was used to using a courtroom voice if necessary, "We have a lot on our plates, so let's wade into it. Bill, Russia. You indicated by email that they want us to freeze out the EU. Brienne, I was hoping for your input first."

Resol'nare - How the Mando Boys (and Girls) Won the War [Star Wars]

Voshno Be Resol

Name: Voshno Be Resol (Personal name, Nautolan family name, Mando Clan name)
Species: Nautolan
Age: 19
Rank/Title: Mando'ade Warrior
Role: Navigation, Reconnaissance and Marine Infantry.
Physical Appearance

A lanky, long-limbed Nautolan, green-skinned and with multiple head tentacles which are used to sample the air and sometimes emotions. He proudly sports a Mandalorian skull tattoo over one of his hearts, on the upper left chest.

Skills:

As a Nautolan and a native of Tengaru, which is very aquatic, albeit murky and covered in a lot of jungles along the equator where the industry and settlements are. Voshno grew up in these waters, and knows how to handle Jota-gators and other predators natural to the area. He's also a hunter, and is currently learning scrounging, scrapping and tech from his new siblings. He's never left the planet, but he looks forward to doing it some day with his new adopted family in Old Man Resol.

He is a notably good tracker, countertracker and ambusher, perhaps due to sharp Nautolan senses and a very deep understanding of the local environment, and the squad doesn't get lost with him guiding them in.

- Fieldcraft - All that hunting, fishing, diving, tracking, running around Tengaru's backwoods made him able to move through the place like a ghost.
- Ranged Combat/Marksmanship - Old Man Resol drilled them all on this.
- Takedowns - Another hunter specialty, but he's learned (and practiced) how to do this up close and at range in silence.
- Ambush tactics and Traps - More hunting, fishing, trapping and so forth. Old Man Resol channeled this into improvised traps and other devilish cunning things of that nature, supplementing what he knows of ropes, lines, snares, etc.
- Small Watercraft - A lifetime growing up learning how to use Tengaran waterspeeders, and he's okay on landspeeders, but they lack the feel for him.
- Good with a needle - Surprisingly, he's good at sewing together tarps and web gear. You never know...

Equipment:

- Combat Armor - While Mandalorian culture is all about jump packs, Vosh is no jetpack lover and does without in most circumstances, but can attach an Arakyd Whisper if necessary. His suit, however, is optimized for vacuum and aquatic operation with extra sealants and extra oxygen. It also has been modified for adjustable buoyancy, which means he can pick his depth with adjustments on the wrist. It has deployable fins. Targeting and tracking are emphasized, along with remote droid networking integration for scouting/targeting assistance. Even in the armor, he is obviously not human, but that doesn't bother him. His armor is painted primarily blue with gold and red highlights which is its own message in Mando culture.
- Wrist-mounted grapple launcher - Also useful for catching Tey-Fish, a Tengaran delicacy.
- Datapad/Commlink- mounted on the right wrist.
- A300 Blaster Rifle - A rebel-issue weapon, his has been modified for increased handling in the form of a vertical foregrip and a folding stock. Optics vary.
- Disruptor Pistol - Extremely illegal and extremely lethal, Voshno has one of these as a backup weapon. It is a mostly metal weapon, with heft and weight that helps keep the recoil from firing under control.
- Magnacaster pistol - One shot weapon that fires a magnetically propelled bolt, but it is silent and powerful. The downside is that it is breach-loaded, and so is essentially a weapon to be used to ambush. Voshno has used it to get someone from underwater.
- Dive knife - Short bladed, very useful for cutting entangling things. More of a utility item, but it is a straight dagger with a rubberized grip and he uses his in takedowns.
- x2 C-25 Fragmentation Grenade
- x2 Sonic Grenades
- x2 Pursuit Deterrence Mine
- x1 Det Pack, waterproofed.
- Medkit, integral to armor.
- Camouflage Cloak - Low tech, but in Tengaru terrain colors. It helps break up the form and is quite useful for any number of tarp-type uses.
Other Equipment - Voshno tends to modify his loadout as needed, but generally carries marker lights, a cutting torch, tools and other items as needed. Since Resol Squad is often hijacking stolen vehicles and salvaging Imperial equipment, they've had a lot of practice with patching things up. Notably, he also carries extra bounty-hunter cuffs and something to tape over an Impie's mouth with, because he learned the hard way that some prisoners will yell and cry the whole way home.

Personal History:

Born to a Nautolan clan that settled on Tengaru, Voshno started life in Lake Jang and as he grew up and got on land, was taught to harvest li-pearls and Tengaran nectar melons, which grew underwater and were considered a prize.

His family ran farms of these way back in the boonie parts of Tengaru, away from Ghala, the glittering, balmy lakeside capitol. They were on their own, and he learned to fend off local wildlife intent on eating their crop. They explored the rural wilderness that surrounded them and learned the ways of the place; adventurous kids, he and his siblings played elaborate games of hide and seek, and eventually were taught to hunt and defend themselves as they got older.

The Imperials on Tengaru were constantly under attack during the Dark Times, but it was always low level stuff, harassment attacks and sabotage by local Rebel Forces. Occupation was something they heard about, but it really didn't touch them until an Imperial platoon on patrol showed up at their family compound and demanded to search the place, intent on finding rebels. Unbeknowst to much of the family, his grandparents, clan matriarch and patriarch, were passing info onto the Rebels in the area. Voshno was not there, nor was his brother, when the Imperials, encountering backtalk, decided to kill the whole compound out of frustration for the guerrilla attacks they'd been enduring.

Voshno and his brother Grin were the survivors of the bunch. Both went through the Alliance's edition of basic training under Colonel Jest's tutelage, but it never felt right. They knew the terrain, they knew how to move in the wilderness but their leaders were not impressed with the ideas. It came to a head when Grin was killed in one of the Regiment's few actions and Voshno had tough words about it. At that point, Old Man Resol was just getting his unit formed and Voshno volunteered for it -- the old Mando had things to teach and, once they talked, appreciated the Nautolan's need to fight effectively.

It wasn't easy, it wasn't fast, but Old Man Resol retrained Voshno and gave him a whole set of new skills and a cultural outlook similar to the Nautolan morality he understood from his family and upbringing. The Resol'nare came easily to him, as did the Mando habit of having confidence in yourself, not someone with gold braid on their chest that said they were in charge. As Old Man Resol began to plan and lead raids, he took note and learned even more, as he fell into the role as the local guide, the person that brought a diverse pack of beings through the swamp and jungle of his home planet, seemingly unavigable and impassible, to their targets and then out again. He learned to savor the sound of his leave-behind traps going off and an Imperial soldier screaming so loudly that the local aerial wildlife flocked up in a rush of wings against the air, bursting through the canopy. Through unblinking Nautolan eyes, he watched Imperials die in his crosshairs and learned to think little of it; them or us.

Meanwhile, Colonel Jest's regiment, the rest of it anyway, sat around and rewrote reports to make it sound like these results were coming out of the regiment at large, rather than just one particularly ferocious squad of outcasts, but he didn't really worry after the politics. The war was in his blood now, and so was the Mando way.

Resol'nare - How the Mando Boys (and Girls) Won the War [Star Wars]

That's correct.

Resol'nare - How the Mando Boys (and Girls) Won the War [Star Wars]

I put up the OOC. It's here.

Resol'nare - How the Mando Boys (and Girls) Won the War [Star Wars]

TL;DR Summary

• Please post sheets here for approval.
• Please post sheets in a hider to make navigation easier for everyone.
• If possible, let's not do all humans. Mandalorians are pretty cosmopolitan, they care more about whether someone has the guts to be a Mando and live (and die) like one.

Open Roles

Open Roles

These are not the only roles available -- You can just create your own character entirely. I tried to keep these short and sweet, because if you took this character's name and basics, they're yours.

• Old Man Resol, who might be an NPC advisor to the unit. A grizzled Mando that's worked as a merc and a bounty hunter before joining the Alliance out of a personal vendetta.
• Kare Hadaj - Rebel Intelligence operative, high functioning. Is the handler of what will become Task Force Resol, Alliance Intelligence.

Character Template

Character Sheet

Name:
Species:
Age:
Rank/Title: Mando'ade Warrior - You're all Mandos now.
Role: Tactical niche within the squad, but hey, they're probably also all cross-trained.
Planet of Origin/Birth:

Appearance:

Insert a physical description here; include how they dress.

Skills:

• Please list with most potent skills first.
• -
• -
• -
• -

Equipment:

• List here, just the important stuff.
• - Mandalorian Armor of some sort, of course. Not Beskar, because obtaining the Beskar and getting it made into suits takes a lot of doing. Mandos have made do with less plenty of times.
• -
• -
• -
• -

History:

A personal history of the character -- enough to get a feel of where the character is coming from. You don't have to nail down every minute detail, just flesh out the important parts of the character's life, what shaped them into who they are.

Races

Races

While it is perfectly allowable to play humans, Star Wars has a diversity of playable races, and you are encouraged to try various races out.

• Twi'lek - The head-tail chicks. A race that often finds themselves enslaved to others.
• Rodian - A bizarre reptilian species with a comical look, but from a culture that glorifies death and hunting, often found in the fringes of space as smugglers, assassins and others. They look cute and harmless, and it's a facade they use quite well on the unwary.
• Droid - The workhorses of the galaxy, often sent to do jobs to make organic lives easier, there are nonetheless some considerable surprises to be found among various examples of these programmed, self-aware machines.
• Wookiees - Big, hairy, scary and often misunderstood, but highly useful. If all else fails, pull their arms out.
• Duros - Blue skinned, red eyed and noseless, this race is known for their daring and as one of the first spacefaring races in the Republic. To hear the Duros tell it, they invented courage and the hyperdrive.
• Bothan - A furry humanoid race with vaguely canid features that are well known for the ferocity of their internal politics, their prowess at subterfuge and spying and their ferocity toward those they deem racial enemies.
• Other races are totally allowed so long as I can read up on them at wookieepedia, though I reserve the right to turn down anything I think is too unbalancing.

Resol'nare - How the Mando Boys (and Girls) Won the War [Star Wars]

TL;DR Summary

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- Galactic Civil War era, maybe slightly before the events of Scarif.
- Starting out in the ass end backwater of the Outer Rim.
- Mandalorians.
- 'Mandalorians' means, not Jedi.
- And, no offense, not really feeling HRD's and so forth.
- Sort of Rebels, but way more Mandalorian than Rebel.
- One role is loosely defined, and up for grabs.
- Mandalorians.
- Discord.

In Character Info

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Every military formation has its misfits, its iconoclasts, its troublemakers, its brig rats, its nonconformists. Colonel Ghill Jest, ex-Imperial Captain, thank you very much, has the misfortune to lead a unit of green recruits for the Rebel Alliance, by the Force, that are going to be a crack unit, boots polished, chins out, shoulders back. Like the Clone Troopers he once led. Tengaru might be a fetid stinking jungle world, wet where it's not overgrown, but it's his slice of the war against the Empire that passed him over for promotion to Major.

The problem, of course, is that damned Mandalorian, a grizzled old bounty hunter that claims to have fought in a number of different battles and worlds. Undeniably a good warrior, the man is not a truly disciplined soldier and he continually questions -everything-. So, in a move of brilliance suggested at an officer's mess dinner, which are held nightly, the Mandalorian is given an independent command and the company commanders are fast to recommend the people they want least, the misfits that hold back the unit from its true potential as a crack unit in every aspect.

Resol Squad, the man calls them, and then he trains them. And then he trains some more. And somewhere down the line, they start talking in that Mando nonsense, wearing the armor and swaggering. And smirking. They're cocky, and nothing seems to be able to bring that lot into line. So they get sent out on 'independent' missions.

But they keep coming back.

They come back with kills, intelligence, prisoners (embarrassingly enough, one of the Imperial officers that sat on his promotion board. Awkward.)

Around this time, the Sultana of Tengaru is taken prisoner and held hostage by the Empire, to quell support for the rebellion. The tactic is devastating for morale.

Intelligence sends an agent, who sends for a crack team of SpecForces to rescue her. The team, en route to the system, is waylaid and destroyed in transit by Imperial Forces. Stuck on a base in the middle of some swamp, with a martinet colonel that shouldn't hold command and no suitable troops, she begins to consider her options for leaving with the mission not even attempted, leaving Tengaru without its hereditary leader to push the resistance.

The Agent, Kare Hadaj, spots a group of rebel soldiers in their base, deep in the swamps, that is actually putting a dent in the Imperials; they aren't standing sentry and saluting anything that moves, they're bringing back prisoners in their own captured vehicles. Their armor is dented, nothing matches, and her interrogation of the prisoner reveals that the local Imperials fear this unit like nothing else.

Kare Hadaj immediately realizes that she has a way to pull this Tengaru operation out of the bag. She has little trouble convincing the Colonel to turn this squad over to her. The idiot has no idea what an asset he's giving away...

Out of Character Info

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So where does this tale of Mandalorians start? Well, it starts like a good commando action flick, of course! They're three seconds away from storming the place and rescuing the Sultana.

The backstory, of course, is that these misfits of the alliance fall under the mentorship of a Mandalorian warrior (and maybe a biological son or daughter, why not?) and become quickly swept up in the survivalist, self-sufficient, dangerously libertarian ways of the Mandalorians, who are warriors to the bone, but not necessarily the most easily led. Old Man Resol (that's his name) is a damned good trainer, knows a lot of tricks and has a paternal streak, often a thing with old school Mandos, a mile wide. Another old school Mando thing is adopting people into the ways. So he takes these wayward ducklings and turned them into a pack of Nexu; loud, resourceful, audacious, dangerous. These were the ones the Colonel couldn't mold into ideal toy soldiers, they instead became highly dangerous, independent thinking warriors under Old Man Resol...and then they forged themselves in fire, as a Mandalorian must do eventually in a hard world.

The basis of the RP is this squad. The intent is to take this unit out into the wider galaxy as a fire brigade. Kare Hadaj knows she has a valuable asset here for high risk missions. So, of course, there is a larger mission, for high stakes. The Rebellion needs dangerous beings...

Currently available roles - Kare Hadaj and Old Man Resol. These are named characters, but beyond that, people can develop them as they see fit as they create them. Or come up with a character entirely on your own, assuming this gets interest and we take off here.

Resol'nare - How the Mando Boys (and Girls) Won the War [Star Wars]

Guess I better get the OOC up since we have character sheets already rolling.

Resol'nare - How the Mando Boys (and Girls) Won the War [Star Wars]

Cool deal. Bear in mind that Mandos can come from any species. These folks are generally adopted into the Clan.

Everyone gets a set of armor and their choice of heavy weaponry.

Resol'nare - How the Mando Boys (and Girls) Won the War [Star Wars]

Status: Hello, this is still recruiting. - OOC is here.

TL;DR Summary

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- Galactic Civil War era, maybe slightly before the events of Scarif.
- Starting out in the ass end backwater of the Outer Rim.
- Mandalorians.
- 'Mandalorians' means, not Jedi.
- And, no offense, not really feeling HRD's and so forth.
- Sort of Rebels, but way more Mandalorian than Rebel.
- One role is loosely defined, and up for grabs.
- Mandalorians.
- Discord.

In Character Info

---

Every military formation has its misfits, its iconoclasts, its troublemakers, its brig rats, its nonconformists. Colonel Ghill Jest, ex-Imperial Captain, thank you very much, has the misfortune to lead a unit of green recruits for the Rebel Alliance, by the Force, that are going to be a crack unit, boots polished, chins out, shoulders back. Like the Clone Troopers he once led. Tengaru might be a fetid stinking jungle world, wet where it's not overgrown, but it's his slice of the war against the Empire that passed him over for promotion to Major.

The problem, of course, is that damned Mandalorian, a grizzled old bounty hunter that claims to have fought in a number of different battles and world. Undeniably a good warrior, the man is not a truly disciplined soldier and he continually questions -everything-. So, in a move of brilliance suggested at an officer's mess dinner, which are held nightly, the Mandalorian is given an independent command and the company commanders are fast to recommend the people they want least, the misfits that hold back the unit from its true potential as a crack unit in every aspect.

Resol Squad, the man calls them, and then he trains them. And then he trains some more. And somewhere down the line, they start talking in that Mando nonsense, wearing the armor and swaggering. And smirking. They're cocky, and nothing seems to be able to bring that lot into line. So they get sent out on 'independent' missions.

But they keep coming back.

They come back with kills, intelligence, prisoners (embarrassingly enough, one of the Imperial officers that sat on his promotion board. Awkward.)

Around this time, the Sultana of Tengaru is taken prisoner and held hostage by the Empire, to quell support for the rebellion. The tactic is devastating for morale.

Intelligence sends an agent, who sends for a crack team of SpecForces to rescue her. Stuck on a base in the middle of some swamp, with a martinet colonel that shouldn't hold command and no suitable troops, she begins to consider her options for leaving with the mission not even attempted, leaving Tengaru without its hereditary leader to push the resistance.

The team, en route to the system, is waylaid and destroyed in transit by Imperial Forces. The Agent, Kare Hadaj, spot a group of rebel soldiers in their base, deep in the swamps, that is actually putting a dent in the Imperials; they aren't standing sentry and saluting anything that moves, they're bringing back prisoners in their own captured vehicles. Their armor is dented, nothing matches, and her interrogation of the prisoner reveals that the local Imperials fear this unit like nothing else.

Kare Hadaj immediately realizes that she has a way to pull this Tengaru operation out of the bag. She has little trouble convincing the Colonel to turn this squad over to her. The idiot has no idea what an asset he's giving away...

Out of Character Info

---

So where does this tale of Mandalorians start? Well, it starts like a good commando action flick, of course! They're three seconds away from storming the place and rescuing the Sultana.

The backstory, of course, is that these misfits of the alliance fall under the mentorship of a Mandalorian warrior (and maybe a biological son or daughter, why not?) and become quickly swept up in the survivalist, self-sufficient, dangerously libertarian ways of the Mandalorians, who are warriors to the bone, but not necessarily the most easily led. Old Man Resol (that's his name) is a damned good trainer, knows a lot of tricks and has a paternal streak, often a thing with old school Mandos, a mile wide. Another old school Mando thing is adopting people into the ways. So he takes these wayward ducklings and turned them into a pack of Nexu; loud, resourceful, audacious, dangerous. These were the ones the Colonel couldn't mold into ideal toy soldiers, they instead became highly dangerous, independent thinking warriors under Old Man Resol...and then they forged themselves in fire, as a Mandalorian must do eventually in a hard world.

The basis of the RP is this squad. The intent is to take this unit out into the wider galaxy as a fire brigade. Kare Hadaj knows she has a valuable asset here for high risk missions. So, of course, there is a larger mission, for high stakes. The Rebellion needs dangerous beings...

Currently available roles - Kare Hadaj and Old Man Resol. These are named characters, but beyond that, people can develop them as they see fit as they create them. Or come up with a character entirely on your own, assuming this gets interest and we take off here.