Peaceless

Brothers All - A Mandalorian Story

Hey I called dibs first!

And I'm gonna return it! (if it survives)

Brothers All - A Mandalorian Story

@CutUp just so you know, I had dibs on the color red, but I'm gonna be polite about it and let you use it because I'm not a color-snatching bantha-herder

Brothers All - A Mandalorian Story

When the patrol registered on 2020s radar, he froze, a number of contingency algorithm's fighting a little war for priority in his CPU. His thermal peripheral vision was good enough to see the squad dive for cover, and he did the same, moving behind a small mound a bit deeper into the forest. This cover should be enough, as his armor and weapons had non-reflective coating and didn't appear much more than a bunch of rocks and mud.

His movements were slow, gradual, but completely silent. A couple of birds landed on his shoulder to get a better view while he was improving his position. As a last step, he shut down all active sensors, retaining only sight, sound and passive EM.

Mar's plan simulated within the droid's head while he was setting his sights on the figure closest to the hiding squad. The energy blade was saturating his heat vision a little, forcing him to use averaging to pick his target on the humanoid's body. If the enemy had the ability to parry shots, his blaster fire should be the distraction for Mar's shot to be unobstructed. However, at this range, the meatbag did not have enough time to react once the shot was fired - he had to anticipate the direction and block before the trigger was pulled.

This was why Jedi had so much trouble with droids - there was no killing intent, there were only ballistics. Thus, there was a chance the blaster shot would be the one to hit. This wasn't bad - the gun had enough power to rip limbs off and shoot clean through these trees. There were plenty of options for interesting takedowns in this situation, and it was twice the shame 2020's database did not include specific information about interaction of blaster fire and energy blades. Thus, he decided to get that sword, for testing.

"SIR, I HUMBLY REQUEST TO REQUISITION THAT SWORD, FOR BALLISTIC TESTING, AFTER WE SHRED THIS MOUTH-BREATHER." Mar's comm vibrated with the deep synth bass of the droid's voice.

Brothers All - A Mandalorian Story

Roger.

Now who can I shoot? These ball bearings and rails need to move once in a while, otherwise the grease coagulates.

Brothers All - A Mandalorian Story

Then I'm gonna go ahead and decide that HK is slow on the uptake (or simply doesn't care, both look the same from the outside). He can still be assigned a number in-game if that's necessary.

Brothers All - A Mandalorian Story

How did you guys get numbers? And do I get to pick one too?

The Beat (Star Wars Stormtroopers RP)

Imperial Medic

Name: Roy A'Salaam
Identification/Serial Number: M-2723DA
Rank: Specialist
Role: Combat Medic
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Nickname: to be given

Physical Description:

Face

Armor

Roy is taller than he is broad-shouldered, but well-endowed in both departments. He does not appear muscular, but he's far stronger than he looks. His size gives him a slightly stooped posture and lumbering gait, but those who mistake this for clumsiness or sluggishness quickly realize his posture and speed remain constant even when carrying a fully equipped trooper (or sometimes two!) to safety. His physical training always focuses on lifting and carrying heavy loads, and it shows in his grading.

Other than strength and resilience, Roy is surprisingly gentle, on duty and out of it. His face is wide and honest, and he smiles to himself most of the time, even when dealing with wounds or death.

He has little to no scars, because he almost never removes his helmet in combat, and otherwise always uses all measures of safety available to him that do not impact the mission (such as taking an extra five minutes adjusting his armor in the morning).

Psychological Analysis:
Roy's duties as a combat medic are done in a polite, professional manner, polite meaning the fine line between being nice and not caring. His past as a gang brute and a medical student gave him a rather introvert, unstable personality, but he rarely shows his inner works.

Indeed, if anything can be said about his performance, is that it calms him and gives him satisfaction. He does not question the missions his squad receives, but if an objective does not sit with him, he would resort to the bare minimum required from him.

It's both encouraging and sad that the activities he seems to enjoy the most are Medic duties at home base.

Military Record:
Roy's enrollment into the armed forces of the Empire hides pain and personal failure. His father, a heavy construction worker, died from trauma when he was 10, and he decided there and then to become a doctor and save people and their children from death and grief.

But try as he might, he could barely handle the pressure of med-school, not to mention his queasiness when seeing blood or trauma. Eventually he broke down and left on 3rd year, when they started seeing real patients. Wounded soldiers was something he couldn't handle at all.

His take on the problem was rather original - work in construction, beef up, join a gang and get beaten up until it doesn't hurt anymore. This worked surprisingly well, with TBA discovering the latent physical potential of his body. But after two years of living on the street, hospital work did not seem good enough anymore. No, he had to be there, preventing permanent damage instead of just medicating the guy a few weeks later when it's too late.

He enrolled soon after as a Specialist, his medical studies shortening and upgrading his professional training. Half a year later, he found himself in the white-and-blue armor of Stormtrooper Medics, doing the Beat. His attitude towards the service is almost civilian - he is there to save and heal the soldiers, without questioning their mission, or indeed caring for it. Only those who know A'Salaam personally know of the turmoil in his heart, given the contradictions of his trade.

Equipment:
Combat Medic Stormtrooper Armor
Standard issue Heavy Blaster Rifle
2x Smoke grenades
2x Flash grenades
5x Stimpack
Medpack + Portable Bacta Administration Device
Various combat drugs
Folding dynamic fracture immobilizer (two for each extremity)
Pack of concentrated ration pellets
Std Issue portable medical bioscanner
Flare gun + Flares

The Beat (Star Wars Stormtroopers RP)

Alright.

How's this:

The Beat (Star Wars Stormtroopers RP)

@vietmyke @Sep I prefer my own name if that's ok. And I PMed Sep a picture, it doesn't have a face but I don't think it's important. The guy has a generic male face.

Brothers All - A Mandalorian Story

Sensor scan initiated. Optics at 20% efficiency due to internal gyroscopic stabilization. Disabling not recommended. Acoustics overloaded, compensation and recalibration estimated at five minutes. Gyroscope at 80% efficiency due to inner gyroscopic stabilization - error approximated from irregularity of air resistance. Gyroscopic sensors selected. Beginning analysis...

Already impressed with the ability of the flying metal box not to disintegrate despite its horrible automatic interference compensation, 2020 amused himself with trying to evaluate the frequency domain components of the shaking their dropship was experiencing. This wasn't just to pass the time though - he figured the next time he was required to fire from a landing craft, this data would allow him to find the perfect compensation more quickly. But the results were swimming, so he decided to perfect the parameter search algorithm instead, to reach short-term results faster.

He activated a silent self status check while scanning the crew with his optics. They, unlike the craft, were probably near-disintegrated already. But even if they are all destroyed on the way down, he could probably salvage enough of their equipment to complete a great part of the mission on his own. He made sure to scan the equipment of each crew member to increase the efficiency of handling such a contingency.

The commander to whom he was assigned deployed in mid-air, making him curse inwardly again at the jury-rigged booster pack some smart-ass field engineer strapped onto his body. His weight was four times the maximum allowance for standard landing jump-packs, and strapping four together would not do the trick. Instead, he was fitted with rocket engines from a disassembled long distance deployment glider, as well as two equipment landing packs, all strapped into his central computing unit. He made that last jury-rig himself while the engineer wasn't looking, since there was no way the small CPU of a normal jump-jet could handle this improvised set of engines, and none of the crew seemed to care enough to actually run any proper diagnostic. He didn't blame them - In a few weeks after the return from this mission most of them would be made obsolete by him.

This train of thought was completed, along with all diagnostic checks, approximately 0.2 seconds after the commander stepped off the landing craft's floor, give or take a few picoseconds of natural clock error and temperature dependent semiconductor propagation delay. He made a slow, but silent step towards the door, but then turned towards Mar. "DO NOT LOSE YOUR WEAPON ON THE WAY DOWN, SIR." His deep synthetic voice filled the craft. "IT IS VITAL FOR THIS MISSION'S SUCCESS." With this, he took a step back and into the void.

A few minutes later, a loud and sudden sound of a rocket being fired off disturbed the peaceful scenery around Rika. She turned just in time to see a broken rocket engine whoosh past her head, and the figure of the huge HK droid, gliding almost in slow-motion face-first into a small tree some hundred meters off her landing position. He snapped the tree in half while getting his face out, then looked around, recognised her and saluted.

"HK-2020, REPORTING."