Sep

Star Wars: Revanchism [KOTOR era]

Rad stretched in his black combat suit, it was somewhat resistant to shrapnel but wouldn't hold up against blasterfire, it never did. It was actually the same suit that the soldiers wore under their armour, he contemplated wearing a chest piece to protect himself though decided against it. He relied on his speed, always had. Wearing additional armour would compromise his movement, as other Jedi meditated and soldiers talked Rad left the ready room. He had his equipment he didn't need to remain there, there was an uneasiness between the two sides of this unit. There was the Jedi and the Republic Military, both aiming for the same thing but unused to eachothers presence. He wasn't sure if any of the other Jedi were what would be considered traditional but the difference between the soldiers discipline and the Jedi training was blantantly obvious.

As he walked through the corridors of the ship, aiming for the impromptu 'drop bay', he kept one hand on his pistol and one hand on his lightsaber. The anticipation was electric; there were those who wanted to prove themselves, those who feared for the upcoming battle and those with a serene sense of calm knowing that if they died they died for the right thing. He personally was confident, he was ready to do what needed to be done and to pay the consequences if there were any. Though that was how he lived his life as a Jedi ever since he had become his own man after he had passed the Trials of Knighthood.

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[i][You can't keep living this double life Rad*] Many wouldn't have noticed, but there was a sad tone to the roars coming from the mouth of his former master, Rorwoorr.

"This double life is what yields results, why can't you see that? Yes I occasionally have to smuggle the likes of weapons but I get results. I let the pirate go but I take down the warlord, and without the head the organisation falls into disarray. I'm sure if the Jedi were to ever kill a Hutt the vacuum would throw them into complete and utter disarray." He continued to sweep through his movements with one of his lightsabers, unignited, in his right hand. Training would have been better while using it but there wasn't a lot of room on the small ship and he didn't fancy gutting it.

In the middle of a twist he brought his left hand down, using the force to unclip his other lightsaber and in one swift movement brought it up. Bringing the two hilts together he twisted them and with a click the two became one. Performing a flip he spun the hilt in what would have been a devastating move to anyone not quick enough to block it.

[You're getting good my former apprentice.] Rorwoorr stood. [Though, I am afraid while I don't approve of your whole double life I need to make use of some of the contacts you've made.]

Rad had to suppress a smile, of course Rorwoorr did. Why else would he have come out to him? If it was official Jedi business he would have simply recalled Rad to the temple rather than coming all the way out to the outer rim to see him. "Yeah? What contacts are those?"


_{*Translated from Shyriiwook}

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"30 minutes to drop. Prepare to board drop pods on the red light mark..." Rad had been intending to speak to some of the Republic troopers, trying to bridge the gap between them and the Jedi but it seemed as if it was time to get ready and raring to go. He turned and walked up to his pod, which would drop him nearer the edge of the AO. Tasked and paired with several faster moving units to clear out positions that could give the Mandalorians an easy chance at counter attack, while clearing positions to allow the heavier units that would follow them to bunker down and form a defensive perimetre.

He took a deep breath, allowing the force to course through him. It fueled him, refreshed him like a cool current on the oceans of his homeworld. He was ready to go.

Star Wars: Revanchism [KOTOR era]

@Darkspleen Just so you know we're following This guy not This guy :P

No Turning Back - Into the Abyss

So I was too busy getting drunk feeding homeless people last night that I will finish the post off today to move us on, unless people want me to hold off until Monday (Not doing another full week sorry fam) simply as I know @Vietmyke and @Boomlover have shit they want to do but have been quite busy during our two weeks "down" time.

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Cryogenic Vault - CryoTray 125NA

Loretta paced down the line of trays. While many other scientists had little actual work today she had plenty to do, and not just with the trays themselves the vast number of visitors was staggering. People who with the loss of Earth had become emotional and as such the bay was a buzz of activity with people insisting on checking on loved ones. Even though the only difference with seeing them here rather than on a computer elsewhere on the ship is that they could actually touch the glass. She felt that was likely to make them even more emotional rather than less.

She slid her keycard through a reader as she entered her lab, really more of a small medbay designed to fit a cryopod in the case where they had to rapidly wake someone up due to unforseen circumstances it had become her own little private work space. She had authorisation to enter it and as such it was where she conducted most of her research in private. Partly as she wanted to keep some of it secret but also as she wanted the peace and quiet that this little laboratory gave her. There were no subordinates trying to vy for her attention or respect and no weeping family members pleading with her to wake up their loved ones 'for just a minute'. That was the worst request, as if the Admiral was going to let her increase the ships population with people in cryo-stasis.

She walked over and checked the containment cells, a her brow furrowing for a moment before she regained her composure. "Begin audio log." There was a ping from elsewhere in the room indicating that the log was beginning. "Subjects Epsilon, Zeta and Sigma are all showing renewed vigor and appear to be healthier than ever indicating that this variation was a success. All other subjects apparently fallen victim to a full body shutdown resulting in their lives ending. Tests will be conducted to discover the cases of death, aforementioned succesful subjects will also recieve a full autopsy to determine why they survived the process. I am predicting that an extraneous variable caused the success in these three subjects, rather than causing the death in the other subjects however further testing will give reliable results. End log."

Loretta walked over to a control panel, as the oxygen was removed from the containment cells. Suffocating the subjects.

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@Fuzzybootz Completely forgot I named one after the Citadel. My bad. Will read the rest later.

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@Fuzzybootz

Couple of things 1) Where was she during the Three Day War?
2) I need to re-read the OP to make sure it's still clear the Citadel was a space station that belonged to the Armani that was destroyed during the Three Day War.
3) This one isn't as clear and you wouldn't have known. Martians are required to perform at least two years military service after education, be it undergrad or post-grad. It wouldn't really change the character though, as with her talent the military probably paid for her second degree and sent her off to study.
4) You hint at it but why was her Father involved in the Genesis Project?

Star Wars: Revanchism [KOTOR era]

post later from moi

No Turning Back - Into the Abyss

I feel like I need to redeem myself as William, after a Loretta post if I have time before I move things on tomorrow I'm going to do another William post.

No Turning Back - Into the Abyss

Command and Control Centre
The Bridge

William stood on front of the holo-emitter. Currently the hologram raised no higher than his head as he replayed the battle through on the table. He kept the hologram small as everyone still at their stations was calm and content, the night shift always was. Though he had some issues that he wanted to work out. The Devastator ship appeared on the hologram pulling up out of Earths Atmosphere the ugly behemoth that it was going at speeds he only wished that the Vitae could accomplish. "Freeze play back." The hologram froze as he spoke, responding to his commands. "Magnify ship dubbed Devastation-" The crew had a very vivid imagination when it came to naming things. He didn't mind, it made it easier to reference and it kept some things that were hard to keep light hearted at least less grim. "- highlight this vessel and show nothing else."

The ship grew to match the parameters he had set in motion for the hologram as everything else faded away. He placed his right hand resting on his chin, while holding his elbow with his left hand, he could feel stubble on his chin as he let his eye run over the vessel from bow to stern. Then there was a chirp as Noah appeared before him. "Admiral, civillian Ronald Bridger is requesting entry to the command centre at his appointed time. Security is wanting to know if they should let him pass." He sighed as he turned away from the hologram, straightening himself up his back cracked as he stretched his arms and shoulders. He had been standing analysing everything he could of the battle for longer than he had thought, he knew that Bridger wasn't going to go easy on him but that was the reason William has selected this time for them to meet. A reminder to him as to whom was in charge.

"Let him in."

Within two minutes, under escort, he saw the ever angry looking face of Ronald Bridger. His biggest fan.

"Admiral, Ronald Bridger Ark News." He extended his hand, William paused for a second before reaching his own arm out and grasping the mans hand shaking it. It wasn't an extremely forced handshake but he didn't go light on him either. In his other hand Ronald carried a tablet, which he raised on front of him as soon as his other hand was free activating what was likely text to speech software before lowering disconnecting a microphone which he held in his other hand between them.

"So Admiral, we've had a tough time so far. Wouldn't you say?" William hated the news service aboard ship. It was useful, served a purpose and it kept people happy yes. He just hated the fact that Ronald Bridger was in charge of it, the man had a good record. Got information out to the people, though was red blooded Federation and didn't really stand for Martians or Armani. Ironically he seemed to be able to tolerate people from the Conglomerate so maybe he was just elitist with him thinking Earth was somehow superior.

"Nothing we weren't prepared for, the Vitae and her crew can handle more than that, anything the cosmos throws at us we've got it handled."

"I'm sure we do Admiral, however would you care to comment on the injuries caused because of your decision?"

"Excuse me?"

"I have it on account that you ordered..." He turned his attention to his tablet for a second. "...Colonel Theodore Anderson to manually dock with the Eye of Thea. The experts I spoke to say that the violent shaking the ark encountered was a result of this manual docking process rather than the more careful automated process. Several injuries were caused because of this, in fact in one case the Doctors are unsure on whether or not the man will pull through. After all this to be killed by our entering hyperspace."

"I did order Colonel Anderson to dock manually, what you fail to realize though is the situation we were in. With a Devastator ship-" He cast his thumb over his shoulder at the hologram. "-Bearing down on us, that had actually launched fighters to pursue us. With the Destiny jumping away to preserve itself we became the target. We had no time to dock with automatic procedures, had the Judicator not jumped in we likely wouldn't even be having this conversation." The press always found a way to put a negative spin on positive actions. He had made the call in the heat of battle, had he not have done anything humanity may have ended forever. At least as far as this ship was concerned.

"Yes but did you know that this action could have caused such damage?"

William shook his head. "No I did not. The Eye of Thea is a new piece of technology, or was. The only ship to ever go through was the Rejuvenation and once she went through she wasn't able to relay any information to us. So there's no way of telling whether or not the Eye caused the damage by simply being used or due to our docking procedures. I made the right call, and I'm sticking to it."

Ronald just nodded as he appeared to think about something for a moment. "So now onto another matter. The cyborg-"

William cut him off there. "I'm not sure how you know about that situation. Though my answer to any questions is no comment. That's a classified military manner-"

"So is that how we should expect to be run? By a military dictator?"

William was becoming fed up of this, it came up everytime. Though it was bound to, on Mars being ruled by a military man was just a way of life. It was how the planet functioned as well as it did, or at least that's how he saw it. "I've commented on this before. We have a civillian judicial system already in place and are currently looking at creating a civillian government for civillian matters. Do you have any other questions?"

"No Sir, I think I've got all I need." William nodded at the guard, who then indicated for the door as he turned back around. William rubbed his brow.

"I hate doing that Noah." The holographic avatar of Noah appeared before him.

"Yes sir. You say that after every meeting with him sir."

"Well, back to real work." He turned back to the hologram as Noah brought up the dimensions of different parts of the ship and he just eyed it. It wasn't the most sound design for a ship, it just didn't make sense for a flagship made to attack an enemy location. Were the Devastators so confident in their abilities that they didn't worry about retaliation? If William had had weapons capable of taking the vessel out there were weak points he could easily have targeted. He swiped at the hologram and it disappeared. It wouldn't do to dwell on the past, study of the devastators was now down to the egg heads. He'd never see them again, they were no longer his concern. He wouldn't be seeing them again.

He sighed as he rubbed his brow. "What's next on the agenda Noah?"

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College application done and half way through my post.

#excitement

I got nothing planned for tomorrow morning so I'll finish it out then.