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Birth of the Wolfe Pack.
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| Fajra_Merav | Date: Saturday, 12 Dec 2009, 3:25 PM | Message # 16 |
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| She watched as Havoc and GP departed, when they were no longer in sight she turned toward her men. "I really dislike the Jedi" she said softly, while wiping her hands across her dirty face. To be honest, she didn't know what to make of him, and it was hard to judge someone you didn't know. His ways reminded her a little of Horrace, but he didn't seem to respect her, instead he liked to show how much better he was. As they walked back, she could feel the weight of the day on her legs. Her vision dimmed and her thoughts felt numb, she barely seemed awake but her feet kept moving. She needed to rehydrate herself, which was important considering what they had just walked away from. There was a time when she could have worn the weighted pack on her own, but she was no longer physically capable of doing so. Her health was a concern, she'd always been small and that's why it was more important for her to maintain it. She would have to start by eating right and exercising, and become the athlete she once was. It would be a promise she would make for herself. They would return to their quarters, and Fajra to her own where she could shower in private. Dirty clothes would be replaced by her service uniform. She wore a pair of olive-grey trousers and double-breasted tunic, with her badge of rank squares at left breast. A black belt with a silver buckle cinched her waist, and her gloves were kept tucked between her side and belt. She wore her cap tilted to the side, adding a little swagger and her boots were untied as usual. Even on Soterios, there was something about her that was undone. She couldn't just wear a dress and flash a smile, whether it was chipped nail polish or makeup from the other night, it was always something. When she was done, she joined her men in the mess hall. She was carrying a brown bag within her hands, and set it down on the table before taking 'her seat,' where a plate of food already awaited her. "There are four bottles of Corellian Merlot in that bag boys, enjoy"
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| Damon | Date: Saturday, 12 Dec 2009, 4:35 PM | Message # 17 |
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| Damon give a salute to Havoc and GP, on being dismissed, he had worked up quite the appetite after the obstacle course, taking his leave walking along with Fajra, and his fellow soldlers.. he grunted to Fajras comment, about the Jedi.. and branched off to his own quarters, cleaned up, and now changed into a fresh new combat uniform, and he took the time out to polish the mud off his combat boots.. once he was done.. he headed over to the mess hall.. arriving seconds after Fajra.. he offered her a smile to the treat, she had brought in for them.. "thank you Commander" he said in thanks to her, picking up the bottle, he walked over to get his dinner, and sat his tray down taking a seat, with his fellow soldlers...
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| Havoc | Date: Saturday, 12 Dec 2009, 9:30 PM | Message # 18 |
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| Nighttime had fallen upon the planet itself. Having received word that his friend was on approach, Havoc grinned a little bit. He turned to face GP, whom was actively monitoring the systems that he had been all afternoon. Havoc had the easy job as all he had to do was put on a pair of headsets and just sit and listen to what was being said. Removing the headsets, the Jedi rose to his feet and GP automatically turned to him. "What's your thoughts about them?" Havoc asked, leaning against the wall closing his eyes for a brief minute. GP would continue to stand there as he processed Havoc's question. "That female species appears weak and fragile, but when in the company of her opposites... she seems to try and show off in front of them..," All Havoc could do was nod in agreement. It was true that he witnessed it in the obstacle course today. Everything GP said, the Jedi agreed with. But though, GP couldn't really see the growth that she displayed from when they first met. But for Havoc, he could see it in all of them, but that was from human to human interaction. Glancing down at his watch, he turned to look at the droid. "Go start the bond fire outside... it's time to give these guys... and female what they worked for." GP would nod but before he left, Havoc would stop him and throw him a blaster rifle. "Just incase..." GP nodded. "I know, radar picked up some creatures outside..." He would leave, leaving Havoc all to himself. Looking around the room, he proceeded towards a crate that he and GP had dug out a few hours ago. Taking his hand, he wiped the dust off the crate to expose the name 'Horrace' on it. It had a lock on it and no key, but it wasn't difficult for Havoc as all he had to do was extend the force into the lock and pretty much unlock it that way. Once the lock feel, Havoc would open the crate to expose multiple things... including a patch. It included a Star Destroyer; which was no doubt the Wolfenstein. On both sides, it showed the Imperial logo and a wolf's head. These were what Havoc would present to these soldiers. Grabbing a hand full, he placed them in a pouch on his belt. There were other things, but it wasn't for him. Closing the top, his comm unit went off. "The bond fire is going nicely." Havoc nodded as he proceeded over towards the controls. "Copy... get ready to have them rush outside." Cutting communication, he would hit the alarm signal which would cause the sirens to ring within the depot. The soldiers would have plenty of time to eat, shower, and relax for mutliple times. Havoc got over the loud speaker and spoke. "Attention, grab your gear and assemble outside." He would repeat it one more time before he would exit the room. He would be the very last one to appear outside behind them all.
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| Fajra_Merav | Date: Saturday, 12 Dec 2009, 10:56 PM | Message # 19 |
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| She picked at her food, and drank more than she ate. Little was spoken while they satisfied their hunger and thirst, they were tired and ready to relax within their quarters. The Commander stayed awake, writing in her journal as others slept. She layed on her back, with her head propped up by pillows. One leg dangled off the side of the bunk, while the other was bent at the knee. Her journal was a going away present from her father, and in it everything she's experienced within the last nine years. In her fathers handwriting, he wrote the following passage on the back cover "Remember, always, my beloved...Those in possession of abandoned dreams, will violently battle your own." It wasn't just writing that could be found within the pages, but pictures she'd drawn herself or dried flowers from different worlds. Tucked within the pages were letters, orders, photographs and all that was dear to her. When the alarm signal was activated, she was out cold with her journal open and face down on her stomach. She didn't wake for the sirens, nor did she stir from her sleep, it looked as if she completely shut down. With the help of her bunkmate Denton, he set her journal aside and lifted her from the bed. When he set her on her feet, her eyes fluttered open and would look up to meet his gaze. [Denton] "Havoc has ordered us to assemble outside, grab your gear Commander." Together, all Sixteen would quickly assemble outside, where they would surround the bond fire. It was a beautiful night, with blue stars shivering in the distance.
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| Baird | Date: Sunday, 13 Dec 2009, 6:16 AM | Message # 20 |
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| Woke up multiple times, normally he never had problems sleeping but on this night, he was dreaming about his wife which made him sad, and not to mention angry. He looked at a picture of his wife and his son, and for the first time in 5 years he actually smiled for a short bit.
"Mesh'la... Gra'tua cuun hett su dralshy'a." He would then growl and hide the picture, it only brought up anger and he had nothing to shoot at while he was in his ship. His fighting simulation was broken, not due to wiring. Isez broke it while training to fight bigger creatures such as Rancor's and Graul's and what not. The Mandalorian then stood up and walked to the cockpit of his ship, he then looked at the motherboard of The Buurenar to see what time it was, it was almost time for him to land and meet Havoc, and see what he has to carry. His hand extended and he started to press some buttons and grab the handle, his ship would then take off and head on down towards the planet, He landed about 5 miles away from the coordinates given, when the time came for him to carry the cargo, he'd just call it to him since it had an auto pilot function. He'd then open the hatch and head on outside, he was almost fully armored, only part that wasn't on was his helmet. He grabbed it on his way out and slipped it on right before his face was visible to the planet. After he was off of his ship he'd look around, flip open his wrist pad and press some buttons ordering the ship to close the hatch, and activate cloaking. He smirked a bit then started to run towards the coordinates. He'd be there in time, or a bit early depending if he wanted to use his jet-pack. A yell was heard possibly to the Havoc's little get together. It was in mando'a. "Sa kyr'am nau tracyn kad, Vode an!"
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Liberator of the enthralled.
Damian Baird.
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| Havoc | Date: Sunday, 13 Dec 2009, 12:15 PM | Message # 21 |
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| Making sure everyone was outside, Havoc would appear to be the last one out of the depot. He was dressed in his regular Jedi attire despite this very rare occasion where he would create the Wolfe Pack. Now this decoration wasn't done for his satisfaction, but for the satisfaction of the Imperials that stood before him. As he approached, he would be on the other side of the bond fire. His imagine being broken up by the flames. "It is said that in the flames of life, that the old burn to their deaths... as new life emerges from their ashes. Life is a flame... as was Horrace's" It was all he would speak as he would throw the patch into the flames. "From his ashes a new symbol is born. From this flame, a new one will burn... Wolfe Pack... Attention!" At this point, the whole squad of troopers would go to the Position of Attention. Removing himself from behind the flame, he would approach each trooper. He would save Fajra for last as he had special words for her. When the Jedi got to Damon, he would lean in a little closer. "There is potential in you... exploit it and soon you will head the formation. Dwell not in your weakness, but in the strength that is yours." At this point Havoc would present him one of the few patches left. Once everyone had received theirs, he returned to Fajra and placed it in her hand. "I can see why you were selected as a Commander... Horrace may be dead, but I am not. So put that princess attitude away. I'm sure it was something he worked on." His eyeballs went past her to face the men behind her. "Don't do it for me... but for the pack that you lead. The Tundra wolf survives in pack and courage... not a solo artist and attitude." Leaning back up straight, he himself snapped to the attention and saluted Fajra. "Commander, I entrust these wolves to you. Embrace them as your pups and lead them to be the Wolfe Pack." He dropped his saluted and looked at them. "Now then, I hope you all have what you need... because as of 0600, we leave this dump... but there are things we need to do firstly." GP then stood next to him. "I want my fighter destroyed, all communication logs deleted, the whole nine-yard." He turned to GP. "Find some high explosives and rig it all over this depot." GP nodded and would grab a few Imperials and accomplish this task. Havoc would stand there and turn to fact the flame, crossing his arms.
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| Fajra_Merav | Date: Sunday, 13 Dec 2009, 1:30 PM | Message # 22 |
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| As the Jedi spoke, the Commander realized she could respect this man, but it was still too early to tell. When he stopped before her, she saluted in return, but unlike the packs straight faces her lips twisted into a smile. "One more thing Jedi...Havoc" she corrected herself as she dropped her salute. She slid a sideways glance, her mischief written across her face. "Woof!" she shouted, followed by her soft laughter. Within her right hand, she clutched the patch and studied it by touch. "Sorry, is that what you were talking about?" she asked, while a sheepish smile parted her lips, oh she definitely wasn't sorry. "Wolves, gather what you need and burn the rest. We've been here for too long, say good bye," without another word, she would turn away from the fire. It was time to let go, the Wolfenstein would never be forgotten, but they would honor her memory.
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| Damon | Date: Sunday, 13 Dec 2009, 3:42 PM | Message # 23 |
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| Daman simply returned to his quarters, after his dinner, taking the bottle of Corellian Merlot to save for a later date.. he was never one to hang out, he liked to keep to himself, it was better that way.. he sat down and started to work on sending a holo message to his father, those holo's he never did send them... he never could find the words to form... in telling his father he was still alive, or hey Dad how have you been all these's years, he canceled the message as always... it was then the alarm sounded off, The Jedi knights voice sealed through the speakers.... Damon rushed out the quarters, with gear, like a bat from hell... joining the pack.. standing in straight formation.. a salute given frist of course.. Damon stood tall he watched, and listened to Havocs words, ( It is said that in the flames of life, that the old burn to their deaths... as new life emerges from their ashes. Life is a flame... as was Horrace's)... the bond fire danced.. a silence lingered after Havocs words.. broken after he approached each of them.. Damon kept his eyes straight standing in formation with his fellow troopers.. receiving the patch.. "Sir thank you sir" he replied, to Havoc, and being told he had potential , and the advice given fron the Jedi Knight, made his day... taking the patch in hand, a salute is given again, in respect... Damon placed the patch into the pocket of his uniform, he would honor it, and Damon lived by a code of his own.., never leave anyone behind, and he would die for his unit, he didn't fear death... a glance is given to Fajra as Havoc presented her with a patch too.. they had words.. now came the commands.. to burn everything down.. they were departing this dump at 0600.. Damon already had his gear on him.. he fanned forward... burning down what had to disappear out of sight...
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| Baird | Date: Monday, 14 Dec 2009, 8:09 AM | Message # 24 |
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| The mandalorian quickly made his way towards the coordinates given, as a mandalorian he was trained since birth, his mandalorian iron armor felt like clothes to him. They did not weight him down at all, well it added weight of course, but he was still flexible in it. He was about 600 feet away from the spot he was to be. Once he was close enough he would pres some buttons on his wristpad, thus activating his jetpack, he'd take off into the air and fly over Havoc's bonfire and torching. He would smirk down at the Jedi he knew. That was the only Jedi Isez could trust. He'd then yell out. "Kandosii sa kyr'am ast!!" After yelling his mando'a words he'd continue to hover above them all, about 50 feet in the air. Awaiting for Havoc to signal him either down or his until his jetpack was low on gas.
Commander in the Grand Army of the Republic (Former)
Friend of the oppressed.
Liberator of the enthralled.
Damian Baird.
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| Havoc | Date: Monday, 14 Dec 2009, 7:00 PM | Message # 25 |
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| As he gazed the fire, he felt a sudden presence in the force; it wasn't that of a force user, but that of... "It was about time..." Havoc would blurt out saying as his eyes met the man hovering in the air. Bringing his head down a little, was the signal for his Mandalorian friend to land. As this was taking place, there was an explosion in the distance; this being Havoc's x-wing. GP would see to it that this was taken care of appropriately. As for everything else, it was left to the Wolfe Pack. They would no doubt destroy what they could. As for the explosives, they were instructed to be placed in the critical points of the depot to leave a nice explosion. As for the comm systems, a virus was developed just for it specifically. Now granted that everything and it's backup was deleted, but it was just incase someone attempted to snoop, they would get a nasty surprise. Once the explosives were set, Havoc would hold the detonator. He would glance to Isez and smirk.
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| Fajra_Merav | Date: Monday, 14 Dec 2009, 8:49 PM | Message # 26 |
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| Her head rolled back, eyes widened in awe as she watched the Mandalorian. "Where can I get one of those?" she asked, but to no particular person. A jetpack was the last thing she needed, only trouble could be gained from it. But Fajra loved at high speed, it was easy for her to become obsessed with new thoughts, ideas or actions. Her heart was ruled on impulse, and pumped on adrenaline. Before departing, she flashed the Mandalorian and Jedi a crooked smile. Fajra would be the last to step into the depot, she didn't bother to pack anything from her quarters. She would leave only with her equipment, journal and a stuffed Rancor. Never mind planting explosives in critical points, the Commander got a little too excited when wiring the explosives. Actually, her knowledge of demolitions could be cause for concern. Once the detonator did it's job, the depot would be as unrecognizable as the Wolfenstein. With nothing more than a slug thrower and a bag of equipment each, the Wolfe Pack returned to the bond fire. The Commander adorned the same attire, but fitted a black coat over her shoulders with the collar left flipped up. Her pack was strapped on her back, with her stuffed Rancor's head sticking out, and slug thrower slung over her left shoulder. She would approach the Jedi, her eyes bright as she glanced down at the detonator. "We are too close, might actually have to march to the other side of the planet" she joked. Lifting her hand she would jab her finger in the air, directing it at the device. "When it's time, may I?" she would ask, wanting to be the one to detonate the explosives.
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| Damon | Date: Monday, 14 Dec 2009, 9:51 PM | Message # 27 |
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| Damon finished his task, he walked the few steps joining his fellow soldlers back at the bond fire, the explosion in distance, sounded off, it didn't bother him, he was used to loud sounds.. he glanced up at the Mandalorian, hovering over them for a second, his attention turned to his Commander ..Fajra, he did a double take, of the stuffed Rancor's head sticking out of her backpack... he rolled his eyes, and couldn't believe she still held on to it, the last time, they had hidden it on her..himself and his fellow soldlers as a joke.. though it was in sight for her to find, they had attached it to the top of a flag pole.. when she found out it was missing, she stomped around like a growling Rancor, and beat up a tree.. he wanted to laugh recalling that day, but he stood in straight formation, with a serious look on his face...
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| Baird | Date: Tuesday, 15 Dec 2009, 6:32 AM | Message # 28 |
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| Nodded down at Havoc as he nodded back at him, he'd then slowly make his way towards the floor once he was about 5 feet off the ground he'd turn his jetpack off, and fall and land on his feet. "Buurenar is about 7 miles away all cloaked up, It's got an homing feature so it'll come to me when the times needed." He'd look over and examine Havoc's other companions, first he started with Fajra, then his eyes went over Damon, then he went watched as they started to blow things up. "Need a hand with the demolition? I havent blown something up since I was on Lorista... Those damn Zabrak's deserved it tho." He'd chuckle slightly and start to remember that. "Blood, guts, and screams everywhere. It was a good day." He started to cackle evilly before shaking his head and looking around at Havoc's men once again.
Commander in the Grand Army of the Republic (Former)
Friend of the oppressed.
Liberator of the enthralled.
Damian Baird.
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| Havoc | Date: Tuesday, 15 Dec 2009, 1:07 PM | Message # 29 |
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| When Fajra mentioned the detonator, he simply tossed it to her. "Of course." It was their monster to kill, not Havoc's. He wasn't stranded here for the past 9 years, so he would give them the pleasure of doing it to show their liberation and freedom from Idmaar's hold. Turning to Isez, he continued to smirk. "Call your vessel..." Was all Havoc would comment as he would continue to glance at the men. He would glance at Damon and then turn to GP. "GP... go inform him to stop being so serious... that;s my job." He would whisper it to him as to not draw so much attention to him. GP would walk over towards him and pull him to the side. The droid would stand there, as emotionless as possible. Afterall he was a droid who had no feelings whatsoever. "I've been told to inform you from Havoc to lighten up a little... being serious is his job..." He'd tap the man on the shoulder then walk back to Havoc. Once GP joined him, Havoc nodded. "Load up!" He'd scream out.
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| Fajra_Merav | Date: Tuesday, 15 Dec 2009, 2:47 PM | Message # 30 |
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| Her eyes settled upon the Mandalorian, as he spoke she inclined her head in agreement. "Yes, they did. They fail to understand their place, their unwillingness to cooperate with the Empire was a mistake" and drove them to near poverty, something that the Commander could not sympathize with. It was not because she was without thought or feeling, but because she was raised with the belief that humans were inherently superior. When that alien General Adenn took her under his command, she was miserable. He'd left her unconcious, and barely recognizable beneath the incarnadine. She didn't respect him, not at first anyway. Actually, it wasn't until after his death that she understood what he'd done for her. In the end she respected him, still didn't like him though. Frowning, she touched her index and ring finger to her brow, where a crescent shaped scar marred her skin. Between her ring finger and pinky of the same hand, she held the detonator that Havoc tossed to her. She was surprised when he agreed to her request, maybe it was because she asked politely? Even though she didn't have to. "Of course?" she repeated, her slender brows rose high over her hazel eyes. "I'm going to enjoy this" she said with a smirk, her lips parting to add "I must take credit that I wired most of the explosives."
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