Hillan

Star Wars - The last light goes dark

Star Wars - The last light goes dark

Damnt Irid. That sign.

Too soon.

Star Wars - The last light goes dark

A Collaberation between Rultaos and Hillan

Isaac listened in on what was said by the clones. It was a valid strategy, flanking the enemy with the Thrasher company taking the enemy forces head-on. Problem was that the droid outnumbered the clones several to one. The clones wouldn't stand a chance, so it was up to Kappa Squad and the two Jedi to turn the tide of this battle. Piece of cake, right? Isaac thought to himself, sitting in the gunship, meditating. "Jason. Sit down, you're making even me feel stressed. Take a few breaths of air, and calm down. Clear your head, the force will guide you. We'll complete our mission with full efficiency, if you focus. This is real battle, no time to make mistakes or run in half-cocked, like a chicken with it's head off." Isaac said, as he looked to the clones.

"Commander, what's our tactic for the flank?" Isaac asked Spotter, his legs still crossed and his eyes closed.

The Commando turned towards Isaac as he asked the question. "We're going to focus on taking out their vehicles. With the AAT's out of the way, the attack force will have no problem shredding through their infantry" The Commando replied.

The Gunship pilot began speaking to them. "I've got a good area to land in. It's a little far, but it's as close as I can get without getting detected." The pilot said. "Good enough, bring us down." Spotter said. The Gunship began lowering its altitude until it was floating just a few feet off the ground. "Let's go squad, move!" Spotter said as he gestured at his squad to follow.

They jumped off the Gunship, aiming down the sights of their DC-17's in blaster-mode. "Secure the landing area." Spotter ordered. Kappa Squad split up and began forming a circular perimter around the Gunship. "This side is clear." Spotter said. "Clear over here." Cockpit answered. "Clear as well." Radio said. "Area is clear." Mech spoke last.

"Alright, form up." Spotter said, turning to his squad and making a closing fist gesture with his hand. After the Kappas gathered around him, Spotter turned to Isaac and Jason. "Are you ready to move out, sirs?"

Isaac listened in as the Commandos revealed their plan, Isaac nodded. "As solid plan as any, I suppose." Isaac said, opening his eyes and climbing to his feet now. Dusting himself of the dirt on the floor. As Spotter turned to him, Isaac pulled up the hood on his robe over his face, and smiled. " I'm ready." He then turned to Jason.
"Remember, be careful, calm, and most of all, be thoughtful. Think before you act, or you'll end up terribly. You're responsible for protecting the rest of the team, just like we are." Isaac told the Padawan, trying to teach the Jedi something.

Star Wars - The last light goes dark

I'mma be working on a post.

Actually just about to askcha if you want a collab to be done, haha.

The Nameless Grunts - Story of the 67th Legion (Star Wars Trooper RP)

The point of my post was to have Razor, and the NPC (Read: 'Fodder'), Cobolt, join up with the main team. As I understood the situation as Striker Eureka being filled with wounded jedi and clones, Razor and Cobolt being part of the "Backup"-team for the main team, except their gunship was shot down, leaving only those two close to Eureka.

Did I misinterpret the situation?

Also, if you want me to change my post to do just what you suggested, I'll do that. I get mildly confused with all the terms for the vehicles and weapons, since my knowledge in Star Wars isn't second nature... Yet. I also assume you meant "Promoted to Our squad", right?

The Mavericks: Valiant Heroics

Lord Wraith said
*facepalm**Ahem*That is all.

See? To editting I go.

The Mavericks: Valiant Heroics

Thomas had made his way into the bank, following the loud noises the behemoth made. He didn't bother to look behind him, he had already checked every detail of the rooms he had passed, none of the thugs were left concious, or in combat-capable shape. People didn't really enjoy fighting with broken ribs and limbs´. Thomas twirled the baton in his hand, making his way further into the bank. His senses were sharp, he took in every detail, from the layout of the building, to the small spider crawling up the line of web from the roof.

He heard Voices now, Thomas picked up his pace, still walking silently, he stuck to a wall, around a corner to avoid being seen. He turned the corner, seeing two masked men, obviously not thugs, their outfits were too crude. Great. More fodder. Thomas thought, as he picked up what one of them, the shorter one said about putting the guy into the vault. Thomas figured the bank would probably have some kind exhaust system to put gas inside of the vault to knock out people who'd try and rob it, it's the kind of security options he himself would've used, should he be the owner of a bank. Then again, Thomas figured they had already killed all the security systems in the bank.

Thomas saw the behemoth of a man, and it dawned on him, the man wasn't human, not a regular human, at least. He was something else, someone... Different. He couldn't explain why, but the Texan felt excited to 'meet' the behemoth. All the while he resented the beast of a man for all the horrible things he had done on this night.

Thomas stepped out of his cover, facing the vault, a 10 meter stretch between him and the Vault door. Thomas did take into account how close the other two masked men were to the thugs, he only hoped the two would be smart enough to run, because, as far as Thomas knew, no one had a chance against the strength of the guy whom was right now ripping the steel boxes the money was held in like they were plastic wrappers for candy. He cleared his throat, and then he cracked his neck. The two gunmen whom were still standing weren't paying attention to the Texan at all, whom with a scoff, Extended the wings he had been keeping out of sight, The white feathers spreading five meters across the bank. Both the gunmen fired at the winged man, the shock of what they had seen making them, albeit temporarily forget about the two other masked men closer to them.

As they fired their bullets. Thomas rolled to the side, he knew he couldn't protect against that with his wings, not if he planned on flying for the rest of the week, at least. Thomas dashed up from his cover, and gaining a few feet of altitute with a single flap of his wings, he dashed the 10 meter stretch towards the three thugs, he arrived in the gunman's face, elbowing him out cold.

“You two better run. You're a little out of your league here.” Thomas told the two other masked vigilantes, his voice was filled with sincere worry, like he expected them both to get hurt, or worse, if they stayed.

Tony put down the box, and swung at Thomas, whom dodged, narrowly, and sent a jab into Tony's ribs. His punch didn't even seem to tickle. Thomas let out a grunt, as he spun around, using the Baton in his right hand, he swung it for Tony's knee, This time, the Behemoth let out a slight grunt of pain. “Fuck Off” Tony let out as he swung his hand, like he was swatting a fly, his hand colliding with Thomas's face, sending the winged vigilante a few feet into the air, before he skidded on the floor.

“Shit.”

The Mavericks: Valiant Heroics

I kinda expect Maki or Cal (Probably Maki) To take out the other Thug, since I left that one purposely in my post.

It's just not Thomas Vs. Tony unless Thomas get's swatted like a fly, you know?

The Nameless Grunts - Story of the 67th Legion (Star Wars Trooper RP)

Oh hey, cool.

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The Bronze Brigade: In the beginning

I can't afford the gas bill to do so. ;)