A Good Smurfing (Smurfette)

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Captain Zechs Merquise	A Good Smurfing (Smurfette)	Lead	[-]
Posts: 2054 (10/10/09 16:33:59) The Lightning Count Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Tags : None The transport rested upon the soil alone before the ruins of a once mighty temple long destroyed by an ancient Sith Lord. Kane's loyal forces broke through the ruins and aimed deeper. What better place to bury garbage than under worthless ruins? "My lord," one of the faithful marked said, "We shall break into the lower levels soon. Some chambers are still intact though nothing of value is present that we can detect within the force." Kane smirked and pulled his hood further over his eyes. He had brought enough of his clones with him to ensure it would not take long. "Good." The word rolled off his lips like the Dark Lord he thought himself to be. All around him squads of clone troopers had set up defesnes just in case. They doubted any rancors would investigate, but best to be prepared. Still, two squads of Marked flanked Kane no matter where he set foot. They stood tall in their blackened royal guard armor holding their lightpikes at the ready. Not that he needed the protection at all. Pride Kane knew and had. The Marked were a reminder of what he had once had or thought he had. Power, secrets, doom, all perfect. A few minutes later the word came the chambers had been breached. Kane stood still as he watched the almost completely in stasis Thrion be wheeled out of the transport in his wonderful tube. Kane had spared no expense to ensure the power supply would last for eons. What better way to be buried alive than to ensure the death was far slower than anyone could imagine. Death would not be a beginning for this chiss. Lehon would be his tomb guarded by wild rancor and under the ruins of a failed race's temple and a debris filled heavens. The dark side would bury it all within its womb. Last Edited By: Captain Zechs Merquise 10/14/09 22:43:11. Edited 1 time.
Captain Zechs Merquise		#1	[-]
Posts: 2070 (10/16/09 19:56:50) The Lightning Count Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Within the cold tomb that was his stasis tube, Thrion drifted within the frigid depths of the dark side. Maybe it was the motion of the liquid flowing around his body or the changes within the force, but he knew that he had stopped moving. For so long, he had felt constant motion, constant pain. Now, he felt only pain and agony of all those around him. The humblest clone trooper to the strange clones of himself, they all suffered underneath Kane, but feared him even more. Nothing. That was the only thing Thrion had the strength to do. Sedatives and his near cryonic state left him few options but to linger within the hell of his own crafting. He screamed out within the force but no one would answer, no one could. Kane had crafted the prison well. On Lehon under the veil of the dark side, Thrion knew he'd never be freed.
Salem Norongachi		#2	[-]
Posts: 1885 (10/19/09 21:27:42) Deputy Admin Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Exis Station, once a derelict home of a Darkside Wraith, now bustled with more activity than it had seen in many years. The many struts and sections that came off the station proper like the legs of an insect had been pruned. Those that were of use kept, those that weren't detached and made into something far more useful, a dry dock and ship yard. A significantly smaller one than those of Mon Calamari or Kuat but they served their purpose of repairing and maintaining the modest fleet of the stations occupants, the Talta Irregulars. In the briefing room of the space station, which looked like an inverted spinning top set against a single sun, Sal Norongachi looked over the reports from the engineers in the shipyards. The Hand of Fate was still under going a refit but for this venture the likely hood of confrontation was minimal, the older Acclamator Assault Ship Extortion would do. The next thing he glanced over was the reports from his scientists and technicians down in the cloning levels. The new batches of Omega Series were coming along nicely and with the new techniques they had picked up training time had been cut substantially. He put down the reports and reached for the comm on the desk he was leaning against. "Commander Ghent could you head up to the briefing room, and put out a PA for the Firrerro. We're about to get down to business and i want another run through before we set sail" He said and with a curt response from his subordinate closed the connection. Last Edited By: Salem Norongachi 10/20/09 14:41:42. Edited 1 times.
TiCira Hawk	Like a little girl in the candy shop...	#3	[-]
Posts: 475 (10/20/09 05:06:06) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Never one to sit still, Mao found herself wandering throughout the many levels and corridors of Exist Station, only to end up in an observation tunnel in the cloning facility. There was a slight frown on the Firrerreo's face as she stood leaning her shoulder against the floor to ceiling plexiglass, her right ankle crossed over her left, and an unlit cigarra hanging limply from the corner of her mouth. Her tongue gently toyed with the filter's edge in her mouth, moving it slightly as she peered down at the hundreds of Omega Series clones in neat little rows of cloning vats, each at different stages of development. It doesn't make sense… why would the kid willingly clone his DNA to produce mass quantities of soldiers that daddy fraking dearest died for? The scientist to her right continued to ramble out information about the clones, some she knew already, some she didn't. Like the majority of clones she came across, they were sterile, Force sensitive, and bred to fight. The only difference now is that they were free, given a choice to leave after a two year required enlistment. But where does a clone go? How long do they have to live? A dozen questions fluttered in an out of Mao's head, but she finally settled on one."Just how many of ya are clones then?" Mao questioned without taking her gaze away from the seemingly streamlined chaos on the floor below. "A few of the originals are still on Exist Station, but if you are searching for a percentage, it is 99.7." "Frak me…" Muttered Mao in surprise, feeling a bit overwhelmed for the first time in a long time. As if one Sith Lord and his cloned son were not enough, she found herself practically surrounded by over fifty thousand clones of Sal strong on Exist Station, not including all the other templates that wandered around doing the odd jobs. Just walking down the crew's quarters alone was enough to give the Firrerreo pause as she's seen literally thousands of Norongachi's clones; each with the same piercing green eyes, the same brooding aura, and the same cocky swagger. A smirk crossed her lips, the same great ass. . "This is a fraking Zeltron pleasure cruise dream." She uttered underneath her breath a sentence she dare not speak aloud in the presence of Norongachi "Excuse me Captain?" "Nothing to be concerned abo.." The overhead speakers crackled to life, and a familiar rumbling voice curtly echoed into the room. A flash of irritation blazed in her eyes as she heard an older version of Sal ask for her presence in the briefing room. Pulling the unlit cigarra from her lips in annoyance, she cast her eyes at the meek mannered scientist "Tch… frakking Kid. Another briefing? " She gave an annoyed sigh as she tucked the cigarra into her jacket pocket. "Oy… see ya later Doc, Thanks for the lesson." Mao uncrossed her legs and began trekking the long walk over to the briefing room. In short order, after a couple of lifts and long corridors, she finally made it to the upper levels of Exist Station, passing by the docks and arriving at the designated briefing room. Commander Ghent waited for her just outside the door, his form and bearing oozing military protocol, another older stoic version of Omega. No... One who looked exactly like the Salem Norongachi she met at the Ninth Gate. This one didn't have the scars over both eyes, but he appeared the right age. Her left hand rose to rub her right shoulder over her dark armor, her brow furrowing in thought of the scars she received in the battle that night. Despite her advanced healing abilities; a mass of pink puckered scars marred her golden flesh on her right shoulder and along her ribcage. Damned Omega left his mark on her… frakker. "Captain Mao" He gave her a curt nod, the door in front of them opening with a small hiss. "Aye aye… I got the fraking message." With a renewed sense of ire, she took a step forward, walking past the taller man without bothering to see if he followed her. A single ebony eyebrow lifted at the dark haired man sitting behind the rather large desk, and with a tired sigh she pulled out a chair and sprawled her toned lean body comfortably across the seat. Bright sapphire eyes studied Sal, raking over the dark tossled hair, the strong chisled features, and the lean toned body. He wasn't handsome. It was too calm of a word. He was intensely masculine. There was an omnipresent carnality about him, in his green eyes, in his full mouth, in the way he sat. His body hummed with energy, saturating the air around him, an overwhelming presense if you will, perhaps the legacy of his father. Mao had that body on top of her and has been the focus of that consuming gaze-- she tries not to think about it, tries to keep it in that box inside of her where it rests in her deepest, darkest corner of her mind where it is airtight, soundproof, and padlocked. The place where she keeps the thoughts she doesn't know what to do with, the ones that could get her into trouble. She tries to keep the curiousity on just how great of a kisser Norongachi is in that box, but it gets out sometimes-- and that is when her mouth runsaway with her ususal shrewlike remarks; they generally agravated the man in question, but in her opinion, the agravating man needed to be agravated. "My my…Yer quite the big fraking kid in town, aren't ya now? Does this mean yer balls finally dropped, or are ya still overcompensating?" (NPC) Last Edited By: TiCira Hawk 10/20/09 09:19:27. 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Salem Norongachi		#4	[-]
Posts: 1887 (10/20/09 22:20:46) Deputy Admin Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Sal didn't even look up from the Lehon report, the one detailing his Fathers last visit to the planet, one where he 'relocated' several hundred thousand items. He placed the piece of flimsiplast aside and looked up at Mao with a sigh and shake of his head. Despite her obvious beauty she really was getting on his wick. "Ghent, be a good man and kill her won't you?" He said with a playful smirk. "As you wish sir." Said the older Clone and with a flex of his hand telekinetic lashes of energy snapped round Mao's torso and if Sal hadn't bodily leapt over the desk and slapped the hand aside she would have been in more parts than she started. "What the hells are you doing! I was kidding you idiot!" He screamed at the Commander. "I follow orders, sir. That is my function, humour is not." He said coolly and stood rigidly at attention. "Yeah...well that isn't something you can help, pick yourself up Firrerro." He said and made note to watch exactly what he said to the later series in the future. He moved back to the desk and looked the pair over, not exactly the most promising start to a mission. "Lehon, Rakata Prime, whatever you want to call it. James wants it secured, we're the recon for this venture. Now Omega dealt exclusively with another Darksider on this...so while I don't expect company you can never be to sure. Ghent I want five squads preped in two hours. Firrerro, do nothing, you're only here because I like to look at you. Two hours and we're out of here so be ready." He finished.
TiCira Hawk		#5	[-]
Posts: 477 (10/21/09 03:27:56) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	"Ya fraking piece of Huttslime, watch yer fraking words!!" Mao snapped at Norongachi, her hand briskly pushing the stray blue tendrils off her face as she shot to her feet, her pert mouth streaming a chain of curses over both clone's heads-- one for his literal interpretation of the order, the other for his thoughtless snide remark. Thankfully, Ghent didn't levitate Mao up any higher than a couple of inches-- well… If she is honest with herself, that was due to Sal's quick reflexes-- quick reflexes that saved her life. Sal's calm and firm remark during the Maghara mission whispered from the dark recesses of her mind. Listen good Ma-- Firrerreo, I was born a predator....I'm faster, I'm stronger and I'm more deadly than anything you could imagine in your wildest wettest dreams... As much as she hated to admit it, he was right. The Omega series were created to be everything he stated, and the older Clone was not the exception, using the Force with such blinding speed to catch her unaware, lifting her up Although in her defense, she wasn't expecting to get telekinetically felt up in Sal's briefing room either. Mao brushed her hands over her jacket, smoothing over the plaint blue leather with furious strokes while Sal commenced his mission briefing. She clucked her tongue at the timeframe of two hours, grimaced at the thought of five squads of Norongachi clones, and then froze at the younger male's final words. Firrerreo, do nothing, you're only here because I like to look at you…. "What… did ya say?" The self satisfied smirk on his face was answer enough. Fury coursed through Mao's veins like liquid fire, her skin in her fury changed in color like a chameleon's, shimmering from a burnished gold to an iridescent argent hue. Just what was it with this man that just seemed to enjoy irking her to no end! "Oy! Listen well ya slag sucking bastard, I can show ya right here right now just why the frak Tartoc wanted the Sith Slayers and me here for this mission! I don't give a flying frak if it is here with yer watchdog present, I will get one good punch on yer pretty boy face before he can take me down." (NPC)
Salem Norongachi		#6	[-]
Posts: 1888 (10/22/09 04:11:11) Deputy Admin Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Sal rested his permanently stubbled chin in one hand, his elbow resting on the dark table top, and let his other hand drum a tune into the synthwood while he waited for Mao's indignant rant to finish. She was so easy to annoy he almost felt bad....almost. Ghent, utterly unphased by any of this and with no sense of bad timing, pipped in with. "I happen to agree with the Master, on a purely sexual level you are quiet appealing madame but such mundane things as reproduction aren't covered in basic so i could be mistaken." He said with a very poor attempt at a smile and then saluted. "I shall see to the men sir." He turned on his heel and marched out, unaware of the big neon bullseye he had just painted on his back. "What a guy.." Sal thought with a chuckle and then with a sigh leaned himself back and planted his boots on the table top, he fished in his pocket for his Cigarra's and finding them lit one up. "I requested your services actually." He smiled.
TiCira Hawk		#7	[-]
Posts: 480 (10/22/09 05:39:42) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Mao whipped her gaze from Ghent's retreating figure towards the younger chuckling Norongachi. Long toned legs crossed the distance between them, and with an irritated voice, Mao snapped with a heavy dose of sarcasm, "Well then, considering yer a clone, are sterile and have no knowledge of mundane things such as sexual reproduction...I sincerely doubt it is to admire my looks on a purely sexual level." As if conjured by the wild idiotic thoughts that leaked out of her mental lockbox, a vision of Sal Norongachi-- naked, despotic, and probably flat out ferocious in bed flashed through her mind. Disturbed at the erotic image, Mao made a hasty mental calendar count. She was ovulating. That explained it. She gets indiscriminatingly horny for three days when she is: the day before, the day of, and the day after; Mao's guess at Mother Nature's sneaky little way of ensuring the survival of any species. Mao checked out guys she wouldn't normally look at, especially ones who could match her skills in combat... Frak I need a drink. Pushing back the unwanted thoughts to the darkest corner of her mind, Mao rounded the desk and stopped at his right, peering down at him with a mix of ire, distain, and frustration in her eyes. "Yer getting on my last nerve Norongachi." As much as she wanted to punch the smug look off his face, enough was enough. Ghent wasn't at fault for his comment, as evidenced by his literal interpretation of Sal's mock order, he had no sense of humor anywhere in his body. Probably genetically spliced out of his system. Sorry bastard. Seeing him light up a cigarra, she suddenly had an urge to light one up herself, probably to take her mind off her earlier disturbing thoughts. Her right hand dug into her inside jacket pocket and pulled out her own cigarra, and placed it in between her full lips. "State yer fraking business, I've no time to be playing annoy-my-babysitter games anymore." (NPC)
Salem Norongachi		#8	[-]
Posts: 1891 (10/22/09 05:55:03) Deputy Admin Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	There really wasn't any reasoning with this woman. You try and calm the situation down and she just inflames it again, typical really...when he thought of his brief all be it turbulent encounters with the opposite sex. "Number One: I'm more than capable of filling the galaxy with children and Number Two: I spent the first six or so months of my life in a night club. You really think I spent them all with Mr Depressing? Get a clue woman, I spent half my nights drunk and the other half well...drunk...but in a more horizontal position." He responded spewing smoke with each word. He flipped his feet off the desk and rested both elbows on it, his back slightly hunched as he leaned forward. "I need the best and you're the best at what you do, its that simple."
TiCira Hawk		#9	[-]
Posts: 481 (10/22/09 06:32:41) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Frak... As soon as those words left his lips, Mao grimaced; another wave of sexual curiosity filled her mind... Aye, fercious and despotic, frakking genetic engineering at it's finest indeed. Thankfully those visuals were swept away by his odd compliment. Disturbed by the sudden strange sensation of awkwardness, the Firrerreo turned to face the six large plexiglass windows that formed a clear semi circular wall behind Sal's desk. She leaned back against the desk, her cobalt eyes scanning the over the docks to land on the Imperial Star Destroyer. "What do ya want Norongachi? Yer being awfully peculiar." She searched her pockets for her lighter, only to utter a curse under her breath as she recalled lending it to Hunt. Damn Zeltron never gave it back! Caught without a way to satisfy her current fixation, she returned her heavy gaze to Norongachi. After a moment of silence, she plucked the unlit narcotic from her lips with her left hand, and held it out to him with an expectant look. (NPC)
Salem Norongachi		#10	[-]
Posts: 1892 (10/22/09 06:57:52) Deputy Admin Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	"I want you..." He said as he stood and walked round the Desk to stand in front of her, maybe a bit to close now that he considered it but he was here already and backing up a few steps might look suspect. He looked into those blue oceans for longer than he intended and then with a smile, more to cover the slight flush of excitement coursing through his cheeks and that uncomfortable twisty knot feeling in his gut, he turned his eyes to the Cigarra. "...to go get prepped...we're leaving soon." He finished and winked at it causing a small flame to blossom at its end and die just as quickly. Sal lingered for a second or so longer, almost cursing himself for having to move away from her but...there was work to be done and he still had several thousand reports to read. He walked back around to his seat and sat down and looked up at her once more before turning his eyes back to his documents. "You'll be leading Liberty Squad, they're the best of the best and considering their peers that means a hell of a lot." He said and picked up a datapad, his eyes absorbing the equally green text. Liberty squad, formed from what remained of the Single Digit Omega Units. They were the oldest, the toughest, they had seen war and more importantly they had felt deaths hand on their shoulder. They were as close to human as you could get, Sal's case aside. The rest of the series, Ghent included, were soulless droids compared to them and he couldn't think of anyone else more capable to lead his Elite. Last Edited By: Salem Norongachi 10/22/09 07:01:56. Edited 1 times.
TiCira Hawk		#11	[-]
Posts: 483 (10/22/09 07:46:33) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Right, clear yer fraking head Lis'Sah, thought Mao as she took a deep drag of her cigarra, needing the narcotics steadying effects to calm her nerves and rushing heartbeat. She cursed herself ten times over in her mind, annoyed at her body's reaction to his close proximity, the lingering stare, and his misleading words. Ovulating, it is only because she was ovulating. Mao chanted that mantra over and over in her mind, along with the constant reminder of the evils of fraternization. "Ah... right, Liberty Squad then?" White spicy smoke escaped her lips as she spoke, trying to get her mind on the upcoming mission and focusing on what information she needed from Sal first. "Do ya have any information for me on the Squad? I doubt that every single clone is an exact carbon copy, quirks tend to develop and I would like to know prior to hitting dirtside if there is anything I should be aware of ?" She brushed the blue streaked wayward strands of hair from her face, frowning as she recalled the earlier event with Ghent. "Like just how careful do I have to be with my words?"Mao asked as she pushed herself off the desk, and slowly ambled her way to the exit. (NPC) Last Edited By: TiCira Hawk 10/22/09 08:50:50. Edited 3 times.
Thrion		#12	[-]
Posts: 1781 (10/23/09 17:58:36) Mitth'rio'nuruodo Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	It was dark and cold still. He had not moved in a while. Thrion wondered what was in store for him, but after his current hell, nothing could harm him. He had fed of his pain to keep sane. He had dive into the depths of the force to hide from all he could sense. Nothing... Nothing coudl ever be done to him ever that would surpass this hell. Still, it had given him time to learn and embrace the force. Perhaps in time, he would be able to break himself free, but knowing Kane, Thrion suspected more drugs would be pumped into his system at the first sign of that. No, he was on his own and feared the future. Perhaps ending it all would be for the best. He was sure he could find a way to end his life, but no. Not yet. Not while he still had a scrap of hope that he was beginning to come accustom to the drugs. Time... He needed time, but in the end Kane had a plan to ensure he would have all the time he wanted. A plan that would leave him buried beneath the cold chard ruins of a Temple of a failed species. Last Edited By: Thrion 10/26/09 21:19:46. Edited 2 times.
Thrion		#13	[-]
Posts: 1787 (10/26/09 15:49:56) Mitth'rio'nuruodo Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Kane waited and watch the clones dig. So much work to bury a Chiss. He did not think. He did not wonder. Kane only did. He dove within the dark side and waited for the deed to be done. It could not happen fast enough.
Salem Norongachi		#14	[-]
Posts: 1898 (11/02/09 21:37:56) Deputy Admin Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	"They are as close to the original Template as you can get, myself excluded." He responded. "In essence they are very nearly human, obviously not as reckless or emotional and extremely loyal. As for the wording of orders they are no where near as...literal...as Ghent" He finished. "Anyway, you'll find out when you meet them..." He added and smiled as Mao's frowned. "If ya were any more fraking mysterious ye'd be that Sith Spawn Omega...." She snapped and then took her leave, heading down the station to the assembly area of the Space Station on the lower levels, near the docks. Sal looked over the last of his reports and considered what would happen on the mysterious world of Lehon. Somewhere in the pit of his stomach a sickening feeling crept in and he was almost, almost, tempted to utter a well used seven word phrase but luckily his comm chimed before he could. "Hand of Fate prepped and ready for launch sir." came the voice through the small speaker on his desk. "Begin boarding the men as soon as they are ready." Was all he said and then closed the line and returned to his paper work, still unable to shift that feeling of dread doing a dance in his small intestine. Two hours pass like a dodgy local delicacy through the bowels when you're reading page after page of mind numbing intelligence reports but finally the men were all assembled, geared up, and on board his ship and Sal was standing on the bridge with Mao and Ghent while the massive Star Destroyer pulled out of dock and made its way to the jump point. "Did you meet Liberty?" He asked the obviously smouldering Firrerro while hiding a small smile. "Oh i met the frakers all right.." She said, her voice holding a dangerous tone. "So which one grabbed yer arse first, Tezla or Hardok?" He said and finally the smile broke through his poor disguise. "You'll fraking find out, look for the black eye..." She growled and Sal thought it best to leave that line of questioning alone for now lest he incur the barely contained wrath of the woman. The ISD sat motionless for a second and then with a sudden surge of velocity punched through real space like a bullet, surging along the hyperspace corridor toward its destination and whatever dangers awaited them.
Thrion		#15	[-]
Posts: 1843 (11/03/09 01:40:48) Mitth'rio'nuruodo Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Transports appeared ahead high in the sky of Lehon, Kane's lip curled up in anger. Who knew of Lehon? Who dared interrupt his burial services? Steady he became. He needed say nothing, his two squads of Marked moved instantly to position the other clones in preparation in case the approaching transports meant harm to them. But insdie his own transports as many of the clone troopers grabbed rifles, the tought of freedom form the Sith Lord popped in their mind. How they missed the calm hand of the now slumbering Chiss. The one who would not throw their lives away for nothing, but for a greater cause, a greater good. Betrayal... The thought seemed odd, but who were they betraying more? Thrion by serving Kane or Kane by freeing the one they swore first to serve.
Salem Norongachi		#16	[-]
Posts: 1904 (11/06/09 12:54:03) Deputy Admin Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	The mighty Star Destroyer had taken up orbit around Lehon before the armoured shuttles that would deliver the company of Omega Series Soldiers, Sal Norongachi and Mao, left the massive hangers of the warship. They broke atmosphere and were greeted by vast oceans and the occasional patch of green that marked the sparse islands dotted throughout the sea. The four transports pitched and turned on their heading, following Sal's coordinates to a larger piece of land than any other they had past. Scans commenced immediately and it became apparent that although the architecture was mostly rubble there were some standing structures. "I'm picking up numerous electronic and humanoid life signals sir." Said the Co-pilot to Norongachi sitting just behind the cockpit in the long area reserved for housing troops and cargo. Around him were identical figures, clad in head to toe in Mandalorian armour. He was only distinguishable because his was not of the greyish silver colour but a deep black with red trim across the breast plate and gauntlets. "Evidently we have company, power deflector shields and weapons, do a fly by and see what we're up against. Transmit orders to the other transports." The black on black visor turned back to facing the Soldier on the seat opposite, he felt uneasy here...felt the wieght of the darkness on the world below but more than that he felt something...powerful...somewhere in his memories he had encountered this before but whatever it was it was buried deep, barely audible above the darkside energy that was saturating the planet. "Kill them on sight, no prisoners..." He said to his men, they, as well as their counter parts in the other transports, could feel the Force sensitive's below, could feel the darkness in their hearts. This would not be as pleasant a trip as he had anticipated. Meanwhile in the transport to the far left of Norongachi's Mao was seated with Liberty Squad, trying her level headed best not to kill any of them although this was a taxing challenge considering the current discussion going on around her. "All i'm saying is, right, that if i was in a Cantina and some broad in a Gold Bikini started giving me any back talk BOOM! G'night sweet heart...Do i look like i care if she's a Princess or the Queen of Hapes? No! All broads are the same when you whack em." This was Hardok, self styled hard man of the group who had watched far to many gangster holo-vids between training secessions. "Ah well that as the case may be my friend ahh but you can't tell me that HA!" He slapped his knee. "Gold Bikini wouldn't makes you think ahh twice ya know...I'd think twice, I've ahh thought about it three times already." Tezla, his laid back broken speech utterly subtracting from the fact that he could kill you in less than a second, two if he decided to get creative. "We're doing a fly over Ma'm, we have company on the ground. Be ready to unload." Said the pilot through the comm. "Can yous feel that? Darksiders, freakin darksiders..." Said Hardok with a shake of his head. *"Relllaax, we'll ahh just"* The pitch went up on the first word and then as he considered his next words his head moved slightly from side to side while his hands moved up in a 'maybe its yes maybe its no' gesture. "We'll ahh just kill em, simple as well, as that really." Said Tezla his tone of voice lacking any kind of reverence for the seriousness of such and act. "Thats what we do wiseguy! "Do ya ever fraking shut yer trap!" Mao growled, finally losing patience. "Do I look like a chatterbox to you? Is that what yer saying! I'm some kind of chatterbox EH!" Hardok was almost out of his seat, the outrage evident in his tone. The Firrerro had launched herself across the short distance, one boot crushing on the Soldiers windpipe with expert precision and her patented vibro shiv lingering mere millimetres from the thin plastic of his visor. "Hey hey hey, come on now. Forget about it.." Tezla said and with a look of utter hatred Mao let her boot leave his throat and retook her seat. "Dumb broad..." The vibroshiv arrived a centimetre to the left of Hardoks head before the last letter had been spoken. The transports barrelled over the island and then turned back on their path, dipping low into the tree's the cannons of the shop fireing, scorching an LZ into the lush terrain and finally they came to settle. The troops poured out and took up positions around the clearing, keeping eyes and weapons ready for any movement. When they were all out the transports took off again, making their way back to the ship where they would come in with some air support if required.
Thrion		#17	[-]
Posts: 1859 (11/07/09 18:55:38) Mitth'rio'nuruodo Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	"Star Destroyer in orbit!" The words echoed around Kane like nothing else ever had. The Empire? How they found this world mattered not. His Marked formed up around him igniting their lightpikes. Their black royal guard armor glinted under the setting sun. A few more hours and he would have been done and long gone. Cursed Empire. Cursed the surely stormtroopers diving down from above. Kane spit upon the ground. "Prepare my ship for launch. We'll take the Chiss with us if it comes to that." Without warning a transport flew overhead, despite all his power Kane feared an ill prepared battle again. No, he would not repeat Yavin. He was here. He would make all the difference in the world. With the fallen Rakatan temple behind him, he would show the Empire who was the master. "To the lines! My Lord, you should return to your transport." The Marked remained steady despite having just somewhat ordered his master to do something. His neck tightened. His lungs collapsed. Kane held his hand before his chest and let teh dark side flow. The Marked squirmed in the air as others looked on. Tighter Kane grasped. "We know nothing of who has come, and you would have me run. I am the Master, not you." Kane's eyes burned with rage. How dare a clone of the Chiss even suggest the idea. "You will fight and die if I see fit." The Marked's neck snapped. A pair of clones stepped into Kane's YT-2000. While it lacked any weapons, Kane had traded those off for a special prize. Still, these clones looked on in disgust. They both knew what the other was thinking. On their way to the cockpit to power up the systems, one accidentally deactivated the sedative drip and stasis chamber that held Thrion. IF the Empire had come and now was about to attack, what better time to make an escape. Abandon Kane and let him deal with a Star Destroyer. Sure, they'd leave their brothers, but better to die fighting the Empire than die under one of Kane's tantrums. Sure, another Sith Lord remained out there for them to deal with, but Kane was the Master and a start. The clones formed defense lines around the YT-2000 and pair of larger Action V's that flanked it and temple ruins. Each line consisted of over a dozen clone troopers and half a dozen highly trained force users bearing Royal Guard armor and force Pikes. Kane stood ready to let out his anger on those who came to bother him. He felt the changes in the force and prepared for battle. He would not run despite risking another Yavin as he feared earlier, but this was just a body. He was Sidious reborn! He could rise again! "Stand ready," a Marked said. Sitting and waiting for the hard part. Wiating to see if it really was the great Emprie. If it was, they'd destroy them, but with assumptions they often were proved wrong. For Kane stood not against the Empire and not all his clones were loyal to him, the dark side blinded the galaxy to Lehon, but it also blinded Kane to his arrogance and pride. Pride always went before a fall... For as the battle would surely come, the clone pilots prepared to run the gauntlet. One discretely brought over a pair of Ysalamiri from one of Kane's Action V Transports. One to hide the chiss, the other them from the force. The other prepare to seal the hatch remotely and activate what had taken engineers hours to install into the transport, a gift from a failed Imperial Starfigihter Project. As the dark side clouded the future to the Jedi, the Empire would cloud their own vision for their escape. For the clones knew, they would need Thrion to conquer Kane's apprentice, Tertius. The battle on Lehon would soon begin without a single message exchanged or thought shared. It was the will of the Dark Side it seemed. Last Edited By: Thrion 11/07/09 19:30:23. Edited 2 times.
Salem Norongachi		#18	[-]
Posts: 1913 (11/11/09 08:51:27) Deputy Admin Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Sal stood ready, just beyond this tangle of thick vegetation lay the enemy and scopes had found no markings of allegiance on either ship or troop armour which meant that it was the worst case scenario, there was a powerful Darksider here as well as several lesser but still considerable powers ahead. (SENSE 3)He reached out to the Force, saw instantly what few in the universe could, the sea of green energy stretching to infinity, connecting all things in its massively complex web. He focused his mind, allowed the powerful waters to enter hit, fill it up, he compressed it, channelled it, drew it into his consciousness and let them become one and then he let it expand outward. It ripped from him in all directions, what once was a simple sonar like wave, was now a depth charge in the churning emerald water. It spread from his body in a massive sphere of consciousness, all at once he was 360 Degree's, ahead, behind, to the left, right, up and down. He could feel the texture of the soil beneath his feet, feel the small insects burrowing through their lives and smaller still the tiny microbes that sought refuge in the cool damp earth. He could feel the very air all around him, it took no focus now to visualize the many molecules that made the atmosphere perfect for life, the font of oxygen that, if he focused hard enough, would blot out everything else in their abundance. He expanded his consciousness further, feeling out the jungle, the creatures scurrying around in its tree tops, utterly unaware of the all seeing eye watching curiously as they leapt from branch to branch or nested amongst the tangle of vines spread across the tree tops like a net canopy, filtering the sunlight even further before it reached the shadowy floor of the jungle far below. His mind travelled further through the every changing sea, watched as one life thread was cut from its web and upon finding the source saw a small rodent being devoured by a cat like creature. He let his mind follow this creature for a few moments, watched as its life thread grew and extended, wound its way through the tree's and undergrowth a constant trail of where it had been and if he focused on a specific part he could quite clearly feel what it had been doing. If he allowed his consciousness to almost merge with a particular section of its life thread he could almost place himself in the creatures mind and feel what it felt. Sometimes if he focused considerably hard, which he never normally did, he could pick out smells, brief flashes of imagery or sound as it went about its business. He turned his mind from the creature, all the while his sphere of influence had been spreading considerably, and turned it now to the enemy. He let his mind play across the Soldiers first. Let his senses run across their armour, feel the slight imperfections in its metal, mark out weak pints at the joins at the elbows and neck and then to the Weapons, Blaster rifles a fairly common sight across the galaxy but not known for their accuracy. He zoomed outward and surveyed the gathering of enemies, they were gravitating toward ships. They were fearful...but not of himself or his brothers, no it was something else that he couldn't quite grasp at this moment in time but his senses told him it would become clear. (S3 CONTINUES HERE )One of the ships, he noted, was blanketed in an all to familiar void...those Lizards...they were everywhere it seemed, but what would be so important that it be separated from the Force? The answer was simple, another Force user. "Lancer Squad, feel out the enemy, feel out the terrain. I want you going straight for the throat, right up the middle. Mao take Liberty left, Razor you're right, flank the Sith Spawn. We'll hang back until I feel you in position and then myself, Krakken and Guardian squad will jet in for the surprise. Soon as you see us do that, you go bloody mental on them you hear me? Gratuitous fraking violence, I expect it from each and every one of you." Sal finished....he didn't tell them there was a Force user just as, if not more powerful than himself out there. That'd be his job, taking that bastard out. The squads of Eight moved off following orders and it was jut Sal and Sixteen men left waiting for the battle to begin and as always he wondered how many would be lost this time round... Last Edited By: Salem Norongachi 11/23/09 23:29:41. Edited 3 times.
Thrion		#19	[-]
Posts: 1882 (11/11/09 20:48:11) Mitth'rio'nuruodo Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	No mercy. Those were the orders. But even as the troopers took safety behind crates, the Marked knew something was off. They knew they stood not against the Empire for the current Empire feared the force like a cat feared water. No waiting, the clone troopers opened fire into the mess surrounding the temple's ruins. The Marked remained still ready to leap into combat at a moments notice, but they doubted they would survive. For unlike Kane sitting upon his obsidian tower, the Marked were not blinded by arrogance. Their helmets were useless as other troopers fired into the brush at nothing but ghosts. Readouts and sensors played with their HUD's as the wild life around them had always done. The clones did the best they could do with the gap between them and the brush. Each time they suspected something larger than a nerf moved within it, several opened fire with their accurately off target E-11's. Kane stood still with his lip pursing up. His lightsaber rested in his hand ready and waiting for blood. Anxious, he gave into his pride. "Col, take your men and move out. Destroy the Empire's pets." The Marked looked at him like a fool under their masks, but knew death was certain if they dared raise a word in opposition. Sith didn't care for your opinion, only your obedience. The 14 of the 16 Marked formed up along with all but one squad of clone troopers and began to make their way into the brush towards the direction they saw the transport head. The fanned out in a battle line and slowly pressed ahead through the thick vegetation. Nerves shattered at the idiotic idea of leaving a somewhat fortified ground to meet anyone in the brush. Kane didn't care. They could all perish, and he'd be happy. Sith cared for no one. And with their gear partially useless due to the forest trying to be a wild jungle, death was nearly certain if the Marked were right in they stood not against Stormtroopers, but something worse. The two clones in the transport looked out of the cockpit in horror as their brothers marched away to nearly certain death. One stood and went check on the stasis tube, but found it would be hours before the Chiss would be to get out and then still require more time for recovery. Escape was the only option, but as Kane drew back his remaining squad and two marked closer to the ships, they knew the window was closing rapidly.
TiCira Hawk		#20	[-]
Posts: 578 (11/12/09 07:28:21) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Mao pressed a hand close to the single earpiece headset over her right ear, her voice toneless as she responded "Affirmtive." The large wide black visor of her helmet turned to face Tezla and Hardock, the two clones she had been holding herself back from killing in the past two hours. Quirks indeed, the pair seemed to enjoy flapping their gums, especially Hardock, with his self styled holo-vid gangster mannerisms that made her fingers itch to bring to a halt-- permanently. With a deep breath, Mao raised her left hand and quickly used two fingers to direct them and the rest of Liberty Squad to the left. Nothing but tense silence followed her as she took careful steps, walking through the dense vegetation as she led Liberty Squad to the left flank of the Darksider army. It was not surprising that the single digit clones at her back were itching for a fight. Her uncanny senses that had saved her life more than once during her military career bore testament to that; warning her of the Jeco-like predators moving with deadly precision and grace at her side. They were nothing but fleeting shadows, moving and weaving their way through the thick brush. Suddenly, shots were fired from the encampment, the red laser fire flashing in odd directions, almost as if the enemy were spooked by any sound of movement. "Hold yer position. We wait for Krakken and Guardian squad." The Firrerreo muttered a dire warning into her headset, sending the transmission to every single digit clone of Liberty squad. She could practically feel the glowering look she was sure Hardock was throwing at her. Mao was certain that she was no where near his good side, but she didn't give a damn. Like it or not, she was in charge, and the bloody bastard had better listen to her orders. The sound of crackling twigs and fire drew closer, the first wave of enemy's militia coming closer. Mao let her hand reach behind her back, sliding over and down the hilt of her Phrik laced vibrosword, and grasped it tightly in her hand. With a smooth slow and steady overhead motion, she pulled it out of its sheath and held it at her side. Narrowing her cobalt eyes, she watched and waited through the visor of her full face mask. "Come on Norongachi….don't keep me waiting." (NPC)

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