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| Commander Baird | Date: Tuesday, 10 Jul 2012, 9:27 AM | Message # 1 |
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Kamino, 22 BBY. The dawn of the clone wars, a war that would be fought across the galaxy, across countless star systems for the sake of freedom against droid oppression. At least that is what most people wanted to believe. There were many Wars, each one special in it's own way, some the republic came out victorious, some the separatist movement was victor, needless to say countless life's were lost amidst the horror of the war. However, countless lives were also saved, thanks to one of the Republics highly trained special operation's squad of commandos known as Noble Team. Lead by a young Mandalorian Warrior by the name of Damian Baird, and his crew of none clone Commando's. In his team he had everything a team would need to survive in the heart of the enemy.
Today wasn't a training exercise, today the war had officially begun and his team, along with many other special forces team's were deployed way before the soldiers were. His team was to head from Kamino, to Geonosis. They were to scout an area that satellite scans picked up as a possible droid Manufacturing building. If it was as the satellite's confirmed, their orders were to blow the place up from the inside out, to help the boys in white advance amongst the desert.
"Suit up boys." He paused for a moment and looked over at his lieutenant, whom was a female.
"And lady. We're going to be heading out in a few, as most of you know from the recent briefing, We're headin' to Geonosis before everyone else. Supposed to take out a droid manufacturing station. How bout that, Four? We're takin' out droids before everyone else."
After speaking Baird tossed everyone a data-pad which was connected to the Weapon alteration system, aboard their ship which is to carry them across the war. The data-pad would allow them to make alterations to their weapons via computer, so they wouldn't have to do it their selves. Saved time.
"Now, I don't know if we're to go quiet, or to go loud... I mean It'll eventually be loud once we blow up the joint... but ya'know... Do we want to alarm an entire planet of hostile bugs and droids that we're there before we complete our mission? My vote is for going quiet.... so I say silencer's on every weapon, and we do this one slow and steady. No heroics."
Now that his little pre-game speech was finished he headed over to the armor bunk to suit up, his armor was his own armor, wasn't made by the same people that wore the clone or Katarn-class clone armor. His armor was hand crafted by his father, and altered by him just the way he liked it. The team did the same as the commander, and awaited for a Jedi General, or Republic Higher-Rank for the word when they were to leave.
Damian Baird, Commander of Noble Team.
None Clone, Highly Trained Commando Team of the Grand Republic.
(Clone War Era)
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| Lieutenant_Oswaldt | Date: Wednesday, 11 Jul 2012, 8:34 AM | Message # 2 |
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| They didn't need to wait long. The door to the ready room hissed open and a stern-looking navy man strode in with all the presence of a proton torpedo, and none of its subtlety. He had a datapad under one arm, and paused to look over the team assembled before him with a look of thinly-disguised contempt. What was the Republic doing with these clowns? This was a job for clones, not Mandalorian pretenders. But orders were orders, and Johannes Oswaldt was a man who knew his place.
"Orders from the top," he said with no pleasantries as he looked from man to man to, er, woman, to his datapad, "Blowing up a droid factory is all well and good, but I can blow them up from orbit all day until I'm bored of it. Problem is the Republic needs to capture this bug-infested wasteland, so that means boots on the ground. A lot of boots on the ground. So the factory is your primary, but now you have a secondary objective, too."
He tossed the datapad onto a table with a thunk. "I'm Lieutenant Oswaldt, with the dreadnaught Steadfast. My ship will be escorting in a squadron of Acclamator troop ships today. Problem is your droid factory isn't just a droid factory.. These 'Separatists' or 'Confederates' or whatever it is they're calling themselves have fortified the place with HAG's that are going to hit me and my Acclamators once we're in low orbit. We know they're there, but we don't know where. That's where you come in."
Oswaldt pointed at the datapad, which showed a number of suspected locations in the factory complex where the HAG artillery units might be located. "Find them, put a targeting beacon on them, and get out of the way so I can do the rest. You can handle that, can't you?" he asked snidely, then added, "No, I don't think you can. I don't trust you with this targeting equipment, so I'll be there myself to make sure it's positioned properly. I can afford to lose an Acclamator, even a couple of them. That's only 32,000 clones. But I'm not going to take a chance with my ship. That Separatist artillery must be destroyed."
"So, first you'll need to clear an LZ for my shuttle. If I get shot down and die, I'm going to be very mad. And don't think death will stop me from busting you all back to whatever damn planet it is you come from. Who's in charge here?" he demanded.
Lieutenant Johannes Oswaldt
Dreadnaught-class Heavy Cruiser Steadfast
(Clone Wars era)
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| Havoc | Date: Wednesday, 11 Jul 2012, 1:27 PM | Message # 3 |
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| Standing next to Commander Baird, the recently promoted Jedi Knight as well as the recently assigned for this mission stood there and listened to the briefing. Listening to him talk, Havoc couldn't help but grin a tad bit. Leaning into Baird, Havoc spoke. "The man must shower in ignorance, eh Commander?" The Jedi would then smirk at his comment. In the same armor as everyone else, the Jedi felt the pressure of it against his skin. Sure it was uncomfortable, but it gave the Jedi Knight the assurance that he was going to be well protected. Placing his helmet underneath his armpit with his left hand, the Jedi would rest his hand on his belt in which had his lightsaber clipped on it. Of course, the Jedi would have a Sniper Rifle slung on his back but that was for emergencies only. For all he knew, it was for show. For everyone else, he was effective with it. But that was beforehand.
As Oswaldt asked whom was in charge, Havoc felt his emotions burst into action as he went. "With that threat... you are!" He grinned.
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| Lieutenant_Oswaldt | Date: Friday, 13 Jul 2012, 9:43 AM | Message # 4 |
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| "You. Wise ass," Oswaldt piped up, pointing a finger at the Jedi who called himself 'Havoc'. "You're all right. For a Jedi at least. You are the Jedi, aren't you?" He didn't know much about history, but he knew enough about the history of war to know that these so-called 'keepers of the peace' had started all the wars the Republic ever fought. But this one, for a change, was a war that needed to be fought. "I guess we're stuck with each other for the duration, aren't we?" Oswaldt said, "Well, as long as the mission gets done I don't care who does it. But know this, you pull some stunt on this mission like you Jedi did at that bug-infested arena and get me killed? Well, you know how I feel about getting killed."
He looked sternly about the group of men (and a woman, frustratingly). "Are we clear on what we're supposed to do? And by 'we' I mean are you clear, you bunch of sorry ass mercs?"
Lieutenant Johannes Oswaldt
Dreadnaught-class Heavy Cruiser Steadfast
(Clone Wars era)
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| Malos_Yhemn | Date: Friday, 13 Jul 2012, 9:56 AM | Message # 5 |
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| "Very clear, Lieutenant." The crisp voice of one of the two men who stepped into the room and had not interrupted Oswaldt's speech was dressed in armor akin to that of a clone trooper, though he was quite home-grown, so to speak; a natural and not a clone. Lieutenant markings were on his armor and the man beside him, also a 'natural,' born on Corellia, yet the man's uniform bore the insignia of a staff sergeant. "Lieutenant Derrek Haverson and Staff Sergeant Phillip Holbrook, reassigned from first battalion's sniper section to this mission." Haverson saluted sharply, recognizing Oswaldt's rank as superior to his own. Presumably, both men were also subordinate to Havoc, though separate from the team which stood at the opposite end of the room.
Malos Yhemn
Contractor
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| Commander Baird | Date: Friday, 13 Jul 2012, 9:57 AM | Message # 6 |
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| As the bantering between the two men went on, Baird felt himself getting a head ache, he knew there were stuck up types in the galaxy, but he was hoping he wouldn't have to deal with one until he was at least done with his tour of duty.
"I'm in charge of this squad, Commander Baird, Republic Army. We aren't mercenaries, we are a team of republic commando's trained here on Kamino with the clones, so we know every drill, and how to execute them properly. Now, if you say we need to clear a LZ for you, that's fine. Part of the job. Havoc's a bit of a joker, but he ain't gonna compromise the mission any. I've worked with him before dealing with pirates in the outer rim. He's a good soldier."
He turned to look around at the other clones as the started to load up, he knew that there turn was to come soon as his ship came.
"We'll meet you at Geonosis, Lieutenant. The ship's coming in, so let's head out. Just send us the coordinates as to where you'd preferably like your LZ, and we'll get it cleared." He saluted the Lieutenant and signaled his men to move out. Baird's personal ship was a DeepWater-class light freighter, a stern ship that had the ability to get them there and anywhere else across the galaxy if needed. Baird and his men would load up, and wait for Havoc to hop on before they headed out.
Damian Baird, Commander of Noble Team.
None Clone, Highly Trained Commando Team of the Grand Republic.
(Clone War Era)
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| Havoc | Date: Friday, 13 Jul 2012, 11:06 AM | Message # 7 |
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| "I am A Jedi, L.T., the rest of my brothers and sisters are elsewhere." Havoc would remove the helmet and place it on top of his head. Walking by Oswaldt, Havoc would stop momentarily to tell him a message. "I'll make sure that atleast one gun is pointed your ship's direction... I've always wanted to see an officer pee himself... but no hard feelings, eh?" Slightly bumping Oswaldt before joining up with Baird and the rest of his group. To be assigned to Baird in a time of war was somewhat of a real treat. As it was, Havoc was not always a cocky prick... or a prick for that matter. He blamed it on the war as well as the pirates on the Outer Rim. Sure... he told the Jedi Counsel that things went according to plan, but secretly... the Jedi had a thirst for war as well as making the other side bleed for their flag. Such feelings led to the Dark side... or so the masters lectured him. However, Havoc was content on the belief that as long as his heart and mind are in the right place, nothing could truly make him THAT dangerous, but there were individuals that questioned it. But regardless, the Jedi would place himself with the rest of Baird and his men and would await to move out.
Looking at Baird, Havoc would smirk from under his helmet. "I wonder if his assigned pilot has ever had flak sent his way."
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| Malos_Yhemn | Date: Friday, 13 Jul 2012, 2:40 PM | Message # 8 |
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| Haverson kept his opinion silent as the Jedi voiced his disruptive comments to the Lieutenant. Perhaps the Mandalorian team did not realize it, but Haverson and his spotter would be coming on the mission with them. Haverson waited patiently for Lieutenant Oswaldt to issue any further orders to them. If nothing further was coming, they would trail the Jedi and the fighters to the DeepWater-class freighter and presumably, board alongside them. Haverson and Hollbrook were both calm and detached as they began a final check of their weapons and gear before buckling in.
Pausing before he completed the action, Haverson turned to the Jedi. "Sir, for the record, I believe your comments to Lieutenant Oswaldt in the briefing room were out of line. It shows a marked lack of military discipline and strikes me as conduct unbecoming a member of the Republic armed forces. It can be detrimental to the morale of the troops as well, sir."
Malos Yhemn
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| Commander Baird | Date: Friday, 13 Jul 2012, 5:26 PM | Message # 9 |
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| My bad. Didn't see you're post before mine, probably because right after I posted I took off. Heh.))
As the two new additions to his team were added he shrugged, he figured the more people he had watching his back while he did his job, the better.
"More sniper's eh? That's good. More people covering the entrance and exit of the facility before it blows up. Welcome aboard."
He looked around at his new squad, only thing they needed was a Pilot. He would volunteer, but the last time he flew something into a warzone, he damaged the engines pretty bad and almost killed everybody on the ship.
"Havoc, Navigate the ship, I'm going to open the map and show the infiltration spot, and the extraction spot." He pressed a button on a panel in the ship and a map of Geonosis appeared as a holo, it then zoomed in to where they were going to land." We are going to land about 10 klicks to the south of our target. So we'll have a bit of a hike on our hands and possibly run into some baddies along the way. Oh, and if the Lieutenant sends us the coordinates to the LZ he want's us to clear for him, we'll make a quick detour, travel back and get on with the show... Haverson, Hollbrook. You two, along with Three." He said pointing at his squad sniper, whom was wearing katarn-class commando armor in a green and black color variation. "You three are going to make sure no bugs or droids enter the facility after we get in. After that, I two of you to make your way to the other side of this hill, where our target is and make sure the exit is clear. Now I'll leave it to you two to decide who stays covering the entrance and which two of you get to hike over the mountain to make sure our Extraction point is clear. A LAAT/I will meet us there, and take us to a war zone, where we are to assist a few Jedi Knights, and from there... We'll go where we are needed, at least my squad will... I'm pretty sure after this we're done with the droid factory You two will be re-assigned. If not, welcome to Noble team. Any questions?" He spoke firmly, he wanted to be sure of his plan, and that's what he was told to do for now, his mission's weren't very clear, he went were he was most needed, his squad didn't have a clone adviser like clone commando squad's did. His order's came from Official Republic Officers, and Possibly the Jedi Order.
Damian Baird, Commander of Noble Team.
None Clone, Highly Trained Commando Team of the Grand Republic.
(Clone War Era)
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| Havoc | Date: Saturday, 14 Jul 2012, 3:14 PM | Message # 10 |
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| Havoc listened to the concerned voice speaking to him. True, he acted a little rash against Oswaldt, but it was his way of having fun. Not enjoying the fact that his conversation was eased-dropped, he would make it known. "It shouldn't be any concern of yours, L.T. If you took the time to notice, I'm a Jedi... I'm not a soldier and the only reason we're given these high ranks as Generals are because of our skill in combat as well as mastery in the Force." He'd come closer to him. "I will let the professionals worry about discipline, and you do your job and I'll buy you a drink." He turned to Baird. The only man respectable around. "You got it, Commander." The Jedi would start to walk towards his assigned post before turning around and screaming back. "We're about to be on a battlefield; morale will become important soon enough... as for Oswaldt... you'll hate the man one day." Disappearing within the ship.
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| Karth_DeQora | Date: Saturday, 14 Jul 2012, 5:37 PM | Message # 11 |
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| "I know what you're thinking," a voice carried above the drumming of the rain. "Yes, he's always like that."
A strong gust buffeted the cloak around General Karth De'Qora's slender frame, blowing back the hood and revealing the angular, handsome features of the young Knight. He sighed, making his way up to the gathered strike team and surveying his soon-to-be comrades in arms. "Just ignore him, he's not worth the headache." Karth said with a wry smile. "I'm Karth De'Qora, Jedi Knight and, unofficially, that man's 'sitter." He nodded in the direction of the ship's entry ramp.
He was new to the responsibilities of command, that was obvious enough. Though Karth had quite a record under his belt, his youth and energy was both a blessing and a curse when it came to matters of morale. These were seasoned men, veterans, and most likely some of them were already apprehensive at the thought of working with a Jedi Knight. Especially a Jedi Knight with the demeanor and manners of a drunken Hutt. Another Jedi might have exacerbated the problem, and he would do his best to alleviate any fears.
"Lieutenant," he nodded in Oswaldt's direction. "I look forward to working with you. Same goes for you, Commander." This time, his words were directed at Baird. "I've been briefed, but we can sort things out once we're onboard, if you're all ready?"
Man, Myth, Administrative God. Also plays a mean kazoo.
Jace Varitek: In Northern California we just have gangs of vigilante interior decorators.
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| Rkhakh | Date: Saturday, 14 Jul 2012, 6:58 PM | Message # 12 |
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| As Karth spoke, yet another robbed figure approached the pad and proceeded up the boarding ramp of the Dreadnaught. He walked immediately into the ready room, having sensed the appropriate life-forms... "Havoc" was a hard one to miss. It was not "Havoc" that brought him here however; it was his need to return to Geonosis. Something felt... undone there, as if the Republic had pulled out too soon. In his mind, they should have stayed and conquered the planet to deprive the Separatists of their primary droid foundry. Alas, he did not command the war effort, and his refusal so far to take a Padawan, and thus denying him the rank of Master, left him among the many "grunt" Generals that Jedi were now fielding.
He entered the ready room, his cloak still on, hood up. Slightly wet still, the mysterious figure spoke with what could be best described as a gravelly voice that had feline undertones. There was no indication, with exception to his short frame standing at just sixty-six inches, suggesting who he was; although the voice would likely be familiar to the Jedi of the room.
"I shall join you as well, although I am not here to look after Jedi Knight Bruder. I am wishing to join the return to Geonosis to finish what we should have done during Zero Hour."
At his side, stood his personal astromech, R4-P110 "Shadow". The droid would be ready to assist in coordination between the two forces, who seemed to likely be needing it. It was at this moment, he lower his hood to reveal his very alien features; likely much to Lieutenant Oswaldt's chagrin compared to the otherwise Human force.
Jedi Knight R'khakh
Holy Order of the Jedi Knights
Warrior of Clan Khim'bar
Jedi General of the 89th Assault Corps
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| Commander Baird | Date: Saturday, 14 Jul 2012, 8:05 PM | Message # 13 |
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| With the two newer additions to his team, two Jedi's Baird began to wonder if there was something going on that he wasn't told about. If there was one thing he hated, that would be not knowing what he was heading into. The planet Geonosis was already under siege by Jedi, and some of them returned either to aid someplace else, or something else, he didn't know.
"Knight DeQora, Are you going to be my C.O On Geonosis?." He didn't quiet catch the Noghri's name. But as long as they were here to help, and not try to kill him it was all fine. He bowed to Karth, then pointed at his DeepWater-class freighter.
"You can ride with me, or with the Lieutenant and his dreadnaught. Up to you. If you're going to Babysit Havoc, he's getting ready to navigate my ship, so if you're interested, you can co-pilot. Or have him co-pilot." He thought his ship was turning into more of a war party than a little squad to take out a droid factory. He turned to look at his squad, the two new snipers, and his two new Jedi companions.
"We're about to head out, so I suggest you find your ride, and strap in." The commander Saluted the Lieutenant, General DeQora, and since the Noghri took off before he could get his name, or talk to him, he didn't salute him, he instead headed toward's his ship and strapped in, waiting for Havoc, or Karth to head out, and make the jump to Geonosis Hyperspace.
"By the way." His voice was heard over his ship's P.A system. "The coordinates should already be set, so shouldn't take long."
Damian Baird, Commander of Noble Team.
None Clone, Highly Trained Commando Team of the Grand Republic.
(Clone War Era)
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| Tremaine_Fowlkes | Date: Sunday, 15 Jul 2012, 6:42 AM | Message # 14 |
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| Tremaine joined the Republic Judicial Forces through a transfer from a very brief stint in the Telosian Security Forces, just when he had a gut feeling that war was going to break out between the Republic and the Confederacy. What he didn't expect was a newly-commissioned army of clones designed to do battle for the mighty Galactic Republic. This may led to the members of the Judicial forces taking the backseats to those clones. That was his main concerns, seeing the reasons of joining was to earn honor and glory through fighting with the Jedi. He had studied Jedi but never met one in person.
He had luck on his side this time around. With the clones not producing fast enough, the Republic Judicial Forces are being used in the Outer Rim. It just so happen that his team was being sent to Kamino to tbe a part of the assembled forces going to Geonosis. This was going to be his first mission in actual battle. He was excited, yet anxious, about that. At the moment, he would walk into the room where a couple of well-known figures were inside. Tremaine was just a squad leader at the time, and wouldn't be promoted to Staff sergeant until later in the war. "What did I miss, sirs?"
Tremaine Fowlkes
Senator of Telos IV
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| Rkhakh | Date: Sunday, 15 Jul 2012, 11:32 PM | Message # 15 |
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| ((I made an OOC thread; I think we should touch base on a few things before continuing.))
Jedi Knight R'khakh
Holy Order of the Jedi Knights
Warrior of Clan Khim'bar
Jedi General of the 89th Assault Corps
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