You can go next, or I can. Whoever really. I'll post tomorrow regardless.
In other news I have seen the force awakens twice now. We can discuss the movie if everyone else has seen it.
I am going to see it in the next hour...literally. In other news the more I watch the clone wars the more I feel I would be a sith or at the very least a grey Jedi.
Surface of Ord Mantell Inside the now Republic Stronghold 185th Attack Battalion
Commander Zeta switched on his night vision as the dust cloud from various explosions blocked out the alien sun. He activated his commlink. "All Captains get your wounded to the infirmary and all your other men to work on repairs to fortify this place. Then report to the north barracks." He turned to Major Ice, "Ice, help get this place up and going, direct the companies to wherever they're needed. I'll brief you on the battalion's condition when I get back." Ice shifted his gun to his shoulder, "I think I should be there at the briefing, I am your second-in-command." Zeta scowled behind his helmet, turning back and saying firmly "You will do as your ordered, Major. There is no need for you to be at the briefing. Now get going." Major Ice gave a sharp, if resentful, salute and ran off. Zeta sighed and made his way towards the north barracks.
His Captains were already there when he arrived, he took off his helmet, revealing his bushy beard and republic logo tattoo on the side of his head. Captain Pine, with his well trimmed goatee and twinkling eyes. Blade, with his scowl, burned face and milky eye. Ryker, his curly blonde hair and bizarre tribal tattoo. And Peck, his mohawk and mustache combination as strange as ever. Zeta set his helmet on the table and looked at Blade, asking solemnly "How many men did you lose?" Blade's scowl deepened "Thirty-Three." he replied. Zeta nodded, clasping his hand on Blade's shoulder. "We couldn't take the stronghold without their sacrifice." Blade shook his head, but said "I know." Zeta looked at the rest of the Captains. "What about your company, Pine?" Pine grinned and gave a thumbs up, "Minimal causalities, sir." Zeta looked at Ryker and Peck "And you two?" Peck stepped forward "Without the addition of Blade's remaining Platoons, I feel our casualties would have been much more significant, we only lost 4 or 5 squads." Zeta nodded. "Good work men, now, we have to get this place up and running for further operations. I'll report to Blue with our results. Dismissed." They all gave a sharp salute and marched out. Zeta sighed and picked up his helmet and slid it on, walking out as well.
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Padawan Wae Koo Aboard the Red Draigon
Padawan Wae Koo walked the halls of the Red Draigon towards the hangar. He had just been informed that the first Regiment had taken the CIS stronghold, led by his new master Jiyan Krik. He had never met Master Krik, though he had heard of him. Wae nodded to a passing clone as he entered the hangar. He saw the shuttle waiting to take him down to the surface. He leaped off the entry ramp and hit the ground in a roll, barreling towards the shuttle. An ancient technique that was taught to him by his brethren when he visited Mygeeto two years ago. He leaped again just short of the shuttle and landed right in front of his pilot, who briskly saluted him. "At ease, my friend, what is your name?" he inquired. "Lackluster, sir." Wae nodded, walking up the ramp. "Very well, Lackluster, please take me to the stronghold our forces have captured." Lackluster followed him up the ramp, "Right away, sir."
Soon after they were out of the hangar and flying towards the planet.
There is something I don't get, in the show there are troopers and squads that are color coded but they don't necessarily follow up with the wiki page. Like a whole squad of yellow clones with a certain design or a squad of blue clones with a stripe down the middle. Hell, Rex is a Captain but he's blue when the wiki says red. It seems to be regardless of rank sometimes. Can someone explain that to me?
Name: Wae Koo Species: Lurmen Age: 17 Gender: Male Appearance: Wae stands at 3 foot 7, tall for a Lurmen. He has gray fur with black stripes and black hair on his head. He has dark brown eyes with a yellow eyeball, like most Lurmen, which gives him night vision.
Lightsaber, has a green crystal.
Rank: Padawan Personality: Wae comes from a pacifist culture and although he was not raised in it, it's in his blood. He does not enjoy fighting and would much rather use diplomacy to solve problems. However, he has no problem with destroying non-living things sch as droids but dreads to think about taking the life of anything living. Ironically, Wae's small size and speed make him an excellent fighter and much to his dismay, he has been thrown headlong into the clone wars. He views the Clones as a tragic sort. While he knows they enjoy battle, he can't help but think many in the republic treat them just as bad as droids, just pawns in a colossal game of chess. So he is kind and friendly to the clones, often helping them in whatever way they can, which makes him popular among the troops. Using the force he is an excellent healer and when on the defensive in battle he can be devastating.
Abilities: Force Push/Pull Force Jump Force Speed Force Heal Force Persuade Lightsaber Form I- Schii-Cho Lightsaber Form III- Soresu Lightsaber Form IV- Ataru Lightsaber Form V- Shien
Bio: Wae was born on Mygeeto in 39 BBY. However, his parents were killed in a wreck shortly after he was born. With no one to care for him, he was taken into a foster home. A year later a Jedi stopped for fuel and learned of Wae's story and decided to take him to Coruscant. There he was trained in the ways of the Jedi and developed his skills. He learned under various different masters in his Padawan years, never staying with one Master for more than a year or so. He never knew why, but it always seemed that he was transferred between masters on purpose. Nevertheless, he thrived as a Jedi and followed their principles with ease, peace being in his blood. However, the clone wars bring a new challenge for him. When he was 15 he visited his home planet and learned about his parents. They were leaders, loved by everyone, good people. His visit to Mygeeto lasted a week. And while it wasn't a long time, Wae felt he had some closure. While he's seen people die and has no problem with killing robots, he dreads when he'll come across a living opponent. More so, he hates to see the clones treated as mindless drones. Especially when talking with them, he realized that they have personalities and hopes and dreams and to live a life of constant war. It's hard for him to grasp. However, with his new master he'll see a whole lot of action.
"And you must be the Doctor that lives in that enormous house on the hill. Well met sir. Any interesting discoveries lately? Experiments? I find science a close relative of illusion, two sides of a coin I dare say!"
Harvey was beginning to like this fellow. He leaned in close and looked around, saying quietly "Well, I do much research and I think I've found something that can be an interest to someone like you. You see, I recently did a study on light and how it interacts with interfaces around it. And I daresay, I've found a way to bend it to my will." He said proudly, an exciting light in his eyes. "I won't reveal all the details, but I'm working on a device that will manipulate the light to where you can appear invisible. Come to think of it, I believe many of my studies could prove useful to you. Perhaps I can give you a tour of the laboratory." He took another sip of the wine. While he enjoyed the pure discovery of science, Mr. Fuchs was very popular and the revenue from his shows could fund future experiments. He frowned a bit at his next question and shook his head. "Never met the man, honestly until today I thought of him as a bit of an urban legend."
Name: Wae Koo Species: Lurmen Age: 17 Gender: Male Appearance: Wae stands at 3 foot 7, tall for a Lurmen. He has gray fur with black stripes and black hair on his head. He has dark brown eyes with a yellow eyeball, like most Lurmen, which gives him night vision.
Lightsaber, has a green crystal.
Rank: Padawan Personality: Wae comes from a pacifist culture and although he was not raised in it, it's in his blood. He does not enjoy fighting and would much rather use diplomacy to solve problems. However, he has no problem with destroying non-living things sch as droids but dreads to think about taking the life of anything living. Ironically, Wae's small size and speed make him an excellent fighter and much to his dismay, he has been thrown headlong into the clone wars. He views the Clones as a tragic sort. While he knows they enjoy battle, he can't help but think many in the republic treat them just as bad as droids, just pawns in a colossal game of chess. So he is kind and friendly to the clones, often helping them in whatever way they can, which makes him popular among the troops. Using the force he is an excellent healer and when on the defensive in battle he can be devastating.
Abilities: Force Push/Pull Force Jump Force Speed Force Heal Force Persuade Lightsaber Form I- Schii-Cho Lightsaber Form III- Soresu Lightsaber Form IV- Ataru Lightsaber Form V- Shien
Bio: Wae was born on Mygeeto in 39 BBY. However, his parents were killed in a wreck shortly after he was born. With no one to care for him, he was taken into a foster home. A year later a Jedi stopped for fuel and learned of Wae's story and decided to take him to Coruscant. There he was trained in the ways of the Jedi and developed his skills. He learned under various different masters in his Padawan years, never staying with one Master for more than a year or so. He never knew why, but it always seemed that he was transferred between masters on purpose. Nevertheless, he thrived as a Jedi and followed their principles with ease, peace being in his blood. However, the clone wars bring a new challenge for him. When he was 15 he visited his home planet and learned about his parents. They were leaders, loved by everyone, good people. His visit to Mygeeto lasted a week. And while it wasn't a long time, Wae felt he had some closure. While he's seen people die and has no problem with killing robots, he dreads when he'll come across a living opponent. More so, he hates to see the clones treated as mindless drones. Especially when talking with them, he realized that they have personalities and hopes and dreams and to live a life of constant war. It's hard for him to grasp. However, with his new master he'll see a whole lot of action.
CIS Stronghold 185th Attack Battalion Captain Blade's Task force
Captain Blade took cover behind a pillar as his task force once again came under fire. They were on the 6th level now and still had 4 more to go and the droids weren't getting any nicer. "Destroyers, incoming!" yelled a trooper as a squad of destroyers rolled to assist the battle droids. A hell-storm of blaster beams unleashed from the droid opposition and the troops returned fire. Blade scowled as he blasted a battle droid in the head and yelled to his Lieutenant "Get some bloody droid poppers out there!". The officer relayed the message and a few moments later, over a dozen EMP grenades were thrown to the mass of droids. A large, volatile electrical explosion followed and the troops finished off the destroyers, their shields gone and battle droid companions hunks of useless metal. A thick silence settled for a few moments before Wing started to reorganize the platoons to continue. Blade stepped out from behind cover and sighed, taking off his helmet to let the fresh air cool his face. The majority of the right side of his face was a burn scar from a SpecOps training mission and his right eye milky white from the damage. While having performed admirably, it wasn't enough to be accepted as a republic commando. But instead he got a company of men. Wing came up to him and gave him the report. "We lost over half a dozen men in that last skirmish. We have 52 men left, but they're all tired and more than half have minor wounds." Blade nodded and slid his helmet back on, he addressed the task force. "Only 4 more levels to go lads, remember, we were assigned this mission because we're the best damn company in the Legion and this is our chance to prove it. So let's move out!" This seemed to reinvigorate the remaining troops and they got to their feet, following Blade deeper into the base.
It was hard fighting and at least a dozen more clones were killed trying to get to the reactor. Out of the 72 men that were assigned to this mission from Blade's company, there were only 40 left and the number was dwindling. "Frag out!" Blade yelled as he lobbed as grenade at the battle droids who were entrenched at the Reactor entrance. The ceiling turrets opened fire at the clones just as the explosion went off, taking out a turret and the majority of the guarding battle droids. The clones returned fire, and after several minutes of intense firefight, the guards were destroyed. "Get that reactor door open." Blade ordered, a tech clone jogged up to the door as the rest established a secure perimeter. After what seemed like an eternity of waiting, the clone finally got the door opened. "'Bout damn time." Corporal Sun muttered, who was carrying the charges. "Alright soldier, get in there and do your thing." Blade said, slapping him on the back as he passed the Captain. Sun nodded, stepping into the room cautiously, blaster at the ready. When there was no one in the room, he holstered his blaster and planted the charges with a few adjustments. "Good to go, Captain!" Sun confirmed, taking out his blaster and jogging out. "We have 10 minutes to get the hell out of here."
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Commander Zeta sprinted towards Commander Blue, telling his men to join the others in the main assualt. He saw the General leap over the downed LAAT with ease and into the fray. He slid into cover next to the Commander, taking a few potshots at some stray droids. "Sir, Blade and his men should have the shield down any moment now." As if on cue, an earth shaking BOOM!!! rocked the stronghold and the surrounding area, the massive shield surrounding it dying and major parts of the base erupting into flame. Zeta smiled behind his helmet, knowing Blade would get the job done. "I believe that's our cue." he said, and pushed forward with the other men.
Harvey smiled himself, something he had not done in a while. "Dr. Harvey Hudson, formerly of Oxford University." He joined the man at the table, taking a bottle of red wine and uncapping it, looking around the ballroom. "I find it quite odd that a Lord host a party with no servants but his peculiar grounds keeper." He grabbed two glasses, pouring one for him and Mr. Fuchs. Setting the bottle down, he offered the glass to the gentleman. His gargoyle mask was quite unnerving and it was no doubt a custom job. Harvey wondered if the man made it himself. Then it hit him. "You're that illusionist, aren't you?" he asked, sticking a hand in his pocket. Ever since he was a boy he was a fan of magic and fantasy and the like. Which had drawn him to science, so he could create his own magic and fantasy in a way. "Yes, I believe I've seen your posters around town. You're quite popular these days." Harvey took a sip of his wine, which he imagined was a strange image with his ornate golden owl mask on.
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