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| Cesare_Greco | Date: Sunday, 02 Oct 2011, 1:17 AM | Message # 1 |
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| In the relatively peaceful area of space that surrounded Dantooine, a YZ-900 Light Freighter dropped out of hyperspace, and leisurely crawled along on a course towards the planet. Inside, Cesare was standing in the cargo hold. "And, the big toys, four hovertrucks.", "Check." With that, he marked off the completion of their assets they had with them. On top of the trucks they had 10 WESTAR-M5 Blaster Rifles, 3 DC-15A Blaster Rifles, 8 DC-15S Blasters, 22 DC-17 Hand Blasters, a Z-6 Rotary Blaster Cannon, 4 PLX-1 Portable Missile Launchers, 36 Fragmentation Grenades, 24 EMP Grenades and 16 HX2 Antipersonnel Mines. Not too much of anything, but enough to get their job done. They had some more, but nothing they were going to use for their job, per se.
Once they were sure everything was accounted for, for the tenth time, they began their descent into the atmosphere. They followed any all procedure, transmitting that they were the Aquila, out of Corulag. Once clear, they landed in one of the informal "landing fields" that were spread throughout Dantooine. Here, they unloaded their equipment, set up tents for their living. They also set up a stand, connecting out of their cargo bay, from which they would sell various weapons, for which they were licensed. Meanwhile, before any would come around, they deployed several small drones which would disperse throughout the planet, looking for their targets.
((Could I get a list of any of the publically known or easily noticeable/found military bases or assets on Dantooine, please?))
Major Cesare Greco
Deralian Special Forces
First Commando Group
Commanding Officer, Alpha Company
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| General_Eel | Date: Sunday, 02 Oct 2011, 9:28 AM | Message # 2 |
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| Dantooine's "Military" was based widely across the planet, even small villages possessing a militia trailer which served its function as a social destination as much as a military one. As for "bases" the only real ones were located at Khoonda and Garang. At Khoonda there was a small fort made of reinforced duracrete which was guarded by a few dozen militamen. This contained the primary ground control tower, and the primary secure airfield, surrounded by a death fence.
At Garang there were a few installations. The town itself had several milita checkpoints as well as lightly fortified barracks inside the town. Outside of the town there was another (smaller) secure airfield and also many defense positions which laid empty but in future would have turrets placed in them. There was also a small shack at most airfields. There was also a heavy milita presence in the town centre of Garang and outside the house of Administrator Ray.
At the airfield old "Two parts" Slapp would roll his hovver chair over as the shuttle arrived, having been sleeping (hung over) in his shack when the roar of the engines woke him up on descent "Can I help Y'all? Whatre these here little drones?" he would holler as the crudely built chair wobbled towards the arrivals. "Where you boys from?" One hand was under the blanket over his lap where a CIS pistol was hidden.
General Trebor Eel
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| Cesare_Greco | Date: Sunday, 02 Oct 2011, 2:37 PM | Message # 3 |
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| One of them noticed the man, and called out to the others in an language that wasn't immediately recognizable. "Glavy vverh! U nasgost." was called out among the fourteen men outside the ship, as they launched their drones. "Hello, my frient. Ve are from mozerworld of Corulak... eh, how to you say... Corulag." he said, with obvious effort in pronouncing Corulag in a way the man would surely understand. He produced a bottle of Corulagian vodka. "For you, my frient. A kift, for velcomink us to your vorld. The tronez are to zee vat area look like. You can not truzt ze maps anymore. On Tatooine, ve tried landink on vat maps said vere zome dunes... vaz Sarlacc!" he said with a gregarious laugh.
Meanwhile, the drones spread out, scanning the planet, going as far as they possibly could, and attempting to be as unnoticeable as possible by flying at high altitudes. They would focus on areas of seemingly military importance, the cities of Khoonda and Garang getting heavy attention once the drones reach these areas. They would take mark of military vehicles that were identified and estimated counts of the Dantooine Militia's numbers at various areas. All the information was being sent back to their ship, through proxy feeds that ran into various satellites in Dantooine's orbit, using their communications systems to piggy back the encrypted transmissions.
Major Cesare Greco
Deralian Special Forces
First Commando Group
Commanding Officer, Alpha Company
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| General_Eel | Date: Sunday, 02 Oct 2011, 2:47 PM | Message # 4 |
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| The old man did not understand or like the cut of their jib so he took their gift and wheeled his way back to his shack without another word, he didn't trust these offworlders. He sent a text to the nearest town's bar to let them know that there were offworlders visiting in numbers, this bar was where the local Sergeant of Militia was sleeping in an post revelry stupour and so any agents of the PFD would be able to take a glance at the text which came on the Bar's intercomm. Other than this they were left alone but watched from a distance, local farmers covertly keeping an eye out using binoculars etc.. They didn't trust no Coreward city slickas with their fancy vodka, whiskey was good enough for the people of Dantooine's daddies and it was good enough for them.
Getting counts of the militia would be difficult, being in the militia was as much a lifestyle choice as anything and many of the adult population were "militiamen" but this did not mean a direct headcount to who would be on duty on any particular night. The militia was largely run on an easy come easy go basis and only around 10% turned up with any degree of organization, although this was vastly superior in the Capital where Eel had been whipping his boys into shape. Never the less, most citizens were armed and trained to use those weapons, as well as having at least a degree of organisation in the form of the Militia, making Dantooine a hard place to commit a crime and not get shot (as an offworlder, a lot of leeway was given to locals who everyone knew).
General Trebor Eel
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Major General Retired
Ex-Quartermaster-General 187th Clone Legion
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| Jamie_the_Hutt | Date: Tuesday, 04 Oct 2011, 2:43 AM | Message # 5 |
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| A while later, a T-47 cropduster would overfly the offworlders. Jamie's boys were no more fond than any on Dantooine of offworlders and they thought they would take a look thereselves at what was up.
Into the nearest village, a trio of speeders, an A-A5 Speeder truck (open topped), a Sorosuub V-35 Courier and a XP-38A Landspeeder turned up in the local town, quite a few of the boys didn't like the idea of these offworlders either and so Jamie had authorised sending some men to check them out. While armed to the teeth, these good ol' boys were not in a killin' mood yet, just waiting to hear back from the airspeeder to see if they would have to dispense some frontier justice.
The locals were comforted by the group of Jamie's Boys arriving and taking up temporary residence in the saloon of the small town. They paid good money for the drinks and caught up with their families and friends in the area. The militia would likely show no interest, but if asked Jamie's Boys would just say they were off hunting and were just stopping in for a drink before going.
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| Cesare_Greco | Date: Friday, 07 Oct 2011, 9:12 PM | Message # 6 |
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| ((Sorry mates, getting used to the new job, and working a funky schedule in morning. Post to come within sixteen hours.))
Major Cesare Greco
Deralian Special Forces
First Commando Group
Commanding Officer, Alpha Company
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| Amos_Moses | Date: Saturday, 08 Oct 2011, 9:23 PM | Message # 7 |
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| Some time later, as the out-of-towners had finished setting up their "wares," a decrepit old ST-101 repulsortruck rumbled its way ponderously to the scene, leaving behind dust and smoke as its old repulsorlifts struggled to keep it in the air. The covering over the back of the truck was so weathered and torn it might as well have been an open top truck. One door had a different paint scheme than the rest, and one of the windows was missing and bound up in duct tape. On the side, a faded Confederate symbol could be seen. It made a "Bang!" like a slug thrower as it came to a stop. Amos Moses climbed out, taking a moment to hock a loogie and hike up his britches before making his way toward the freighter and its crew, who presumably were going about their respective tasks. Another person followed Amos out of the truck; a boy named Jessup who was mentally challenged, but not inhibitvely so. His parents had been eaten by carnivorous slugs and, since then, he'd taken to following Amos around and worshipping the ground he walked on. And ol' Amos didn't mind being worshipped none.
"Well, well, Jessup," Amos said, wiping a prodigious amount of sweat from beneath the bill of his trucker's cap, "Wha' we got heah?" Having summoned the attention of most of the off-worlders, Amos addressed them all. "You ain't from these parts," he said, "Where you boys from?" Jessup, meanwhile, perused the weapons and began to wander his way in the direction of their ship.
Corporal Amos "Two-Sheds" Moses
The Garang Irregulars
People's Front of Dantooine
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| Jamie_the_Hutt | Date: Monday, 10 Oct 2011, 8:53 PM | Message # 8 |
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| Feel free to skip me and ol eeel!
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| Cesare_Greco | Date: Friday, 14 Oct 2011, 10:55 PM | Message # 9 |
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| By now, they were finishing up unloading their hovertrucks, and loading some weapons into them from their personal amount. Already, tables were set up in front up the ship, loaded with old Republic, Imperial, and Separatist weapons and gear, clearly used in battle, but all in working order none the less. "Bolyee idut!" was called out once the new group coming in were recognized. It didn't change a thing among the men, as they loaded up the trucks and finished unpacking, their arms on their persons. For all intents and purposes, they had an open arms shop they were setting up in the field. They were still acting completely oblivious to being on someone's actual land. Once the two men had came up to them, the leader approached.
"Hello, my frients! We are from Corulag; you like guns, yes? We have best selection. You must look!" he said, rather pushingly guiding the two towards the tables, and not letting them go much farther. Not in a, probably, suspicious way, but more in that of a pushy salesman. He would follow them halfway across the planet to make his sale. It was, of course, common of such foreigners. Despite the show however, most of the eyes of the crew were on the two newcomers.
Major Cesare Greco
Deralian Special Forces
First Commando Group
Commanding Officer, Alpha Company
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| Amos_Moses | Date: Friday, 14 Oct 2011, 11:25 PM | Message # 10 |
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| Amos wouldn't be hurried. He stuck his thumbs in his belt loops and meandered theatrically toward one of the weapons tables, intent on demonstrating his machismo to these foreigners. "Y'shur talk funny," he said as he glanced over one of the tables, "Word outta you's I understand's is scarce's wings on a nerf, seems like. Maybe yur alright, don't rightly know. But boy I'll tell you hwhat," he said, leaning in one of the tables as if to inspect it more closely, only to grab the edge of it with both hands and tip it over, knocking the weapons to the dirt in a noisy clatter of durasteel. "Me and my boys sell the guns in these parts, y'hear? You best pack it up else you gone make an enemy of yours truly and plenty of other folk too. You follow, stranger?" He would begin to meander in the direction of his truck, adding, "By the by, I got somethin' I'm told belongs to you boys."
Corporal Amos "Two-Sheds" Moses
The Garang Irregulars
People's Front of Dantooine
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| Cesare_Greco | Date: Friday, 14 Oct 2011, 11:40 PM | Message # 11 |
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| When the man flipped the table, the work stopped; fourteen eyes quickly darted to the two men, who rather bravely, or stupidly, were picking a fight with a superior amount of men... with a superior amount of equipment. Many hands went for weapons, ready for the draw. One weapon, was in fact, drawn. A WESTAR-M5 Blaster Rifle, held by the leader was trained on Moses' back as he walked away, but eyes darted between Moses and the engine block of the repulsortruck Amos had driven up. Despite the insult, and possible security breach, no shot was fired; not yet, anyways. Instead, as a couple of the men slowly walked towards Amos' repulsortruck, the leader responded. "And what would that be, my frient?" he called out, clicking off the safety on his weapon. Several other similar clicks would be heard sporadically behind him, but before Amos could likely react, however the weapons of the others remained undrawn.
Major Cesare Greco
Deralian Special Forces
First Commando Group
Commanding Officer, Alpha Company
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| Amos_Moses | Date: Saturday, 15 Oct 2011, 12:10 PM | Message # 12 |
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| It couldn't be said of ol' Amos that he weren't brash as a boar, but he might not have been so brash in this instance if the drive from Garang hadn't been so far and if he hadn't occupied most of it with generous swigs of moonshine as his speeder had bumbled down the back roads in the direction of Slapp's field. By the time he'd arrived, Amos had thrown back more courage than a man should rightly have if he valued his hide. But as the off-worlders had raised their guns to Amos, Jessup—still mingling blithely among them—watched them closely and reckoned he found something peculiar about their disciplined manner. He said nothing for now, however, as Amos reached into the bed of his truck and hauled out the charred and crumpled remains of one of the off-worlders' surveillance droids.
"Jessup and me was havin' us a shootenanny a few fields shy of Garang and what should I see but this here droid o' yers. Now it ain't nothin' personal, boys, but seein's how I was already shootin' and I see somethin's a worth shootin' like this droid o' yers, why I'ma a light it up. And that's what I done. Can't be said of Amos Moses there be any amount o' liquor goin' throw off his aim, and won't you know it I knocked this here droid out the sky in one shot, I did. So I show it to the boys and they tells me there's these off-worlders settin' up in Slapp's field sendin' out droids o' this kind, and I says 'That's mighty queer' and 'I'm goin' check it out.'" He dropped the crumpled remains of the droid onto the dirt, and nudged it good with his boot as if to make sure it was dead. "So what's this here droid doin' out Garang way? You know Dantooin's got laws says droids can't be by they's selves, don't ya? Don't much care for droids in these parts, actin' like they's smarter than us."
Corporal Amos "Two-Sheds" Moses
The Garang Irregulars
People's Front of Dantooine
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| Cesare_Greco | Date: Sunday, 16 Oct 2011, 0:21 AM | Message # 13 |
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| Jessup's notice of their discipline was astute; for one of them was following his movements at all times. Wandering into this group, or towards their ship for that matter, without being shadowed was improbably, as was the case. By now, however, one of them was directly behind him. They hadn't checked up on the drone feeds for some time, following the initial reports. The computer of the ship was recording everything, so that anything important could not be missed. Still, one of them being down, and now recovered and exposed, posed some... issues. Not necessarily the exposure, but certainly recovery by an unknown. The leader, did not take his weapon's sights off Moses.
In fact, it was at this moment, the man's demeanor shifted radically. He was less laid back, and more regimented, his body going into a pose showing years of military training and experience; special forces, through and through. His voice changed, as did his accent, to one Moses would recognize, and certainly understand far better. "Let me talk in terms you can understand..." he said, his Deralian accent becoming clear as day. With that, three shots went into Moses' chest. Immediately, Jessup would feel an arm come around his neck at seemingly inhuman speed. Quickly, the life began to be choked out of him, as a second arm applied pressure to the back of his head. This would continue, until he was unconscious, or if he resisted and was able to escape the grip.
The shots that went into Moses were stun shots, sure to incapacitate, if not knockout, the man, no matter how much alcohol he had consumed. If it didn't work, however, he had plenty of shots left... and there was no shortage of available firepower to bring down the man. While easier to simply kill them, they wanted to capture the duo for their own purposes. With no one within several minutes of travel to them, aside from the cripple farmer who could easily be handled if necessary, they had plenty of time to deal with the two strangers, and be on their way.
Major Cesare Greco
Deralian Special Forces
First Commando Group
Commanding Officer, Alpha Company
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| Shiva | Date: Sunday, 16 Oct 2011, 7:29 AM | Message # 14 |
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| Johnson and Eric had been sitting at the Garang Spaceport for some time. The business deal with Jamie the Hutt was slow-moving, and they'd remained on guard duty on the Mist. Fortunately, it seemed that a drama of some sorts was unfolding, giving them a free show. They were careful, of course, to remain in the shadow of their ship, a YV-100, but they were free to look on.
Shiva
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| General_Eel | Date: Sunday, 16 Oct 2011, 9:35 AM | Message # 15 |
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| As the blaster shots fired, The ancient "Slim" Harcourt was bathing his feet in a pool of mud some hundreds of meters away, watching them real strange folk through some binoculars. The massively obese man was just quietly watching with a titter as Amos had turned up but hadn't much cared, but seeing the flashes of weapons fire he was alerted.
"Those sumbitches is going down!" he snarled with a roar, his loyal mutt "Sandy" by his side as he reached for the rifle at the edge of the mud hole. The old style slug thrower was rather overpowered and had a bore which smaller men would struggle to hold and fire without falling over or dropping.
Knocking over his StoneKey he knelt next to the mud and took a bead on the Deralian holding jessup. Even at this range (more than half a mile away), the steady handed Slim was more than able to safely put a bullet through the Deralian's head without hurting the simple lad. He clicked the trigger, squeezing it slowly and sending a supercharged hollowpoint round spinning down the barrel towards the man's head before dropping to the ground.
"Go fetch help boy!" he muttered to Sandy, who whined and pawed him before running down and around the hill with a bounding gait towards Grandma Slapp's house to get her to call for help.
General Trebor Eel
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Major General Retired
Ex-Quartermaster-General 187th Clone Legion
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