Post by Val - Warning:Contains Sarcasm on Jun 10, 2009 8:18:50 GMT -5
Faction: Mandalorian Military
Department: Army
Rank: Captain
Name: Danee Xoxin
Race: Togruta
Age: 28
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 155lb
Birth place: Coruscant / Coruscant
Appearance:
^I don't own the above image^
Not of particular distinguishable physical difference to other Togruta, Danee has orangey skin, a pair of montrals which are of average size for her age, and a very rare set of four lekku. She has white markings around her face, and the montrals and lekku are white with bands of dark blue tending towards black. She has brown, thoughtful eyes and full, pale lips. Her armour consists of the typical Mandolorian battle armour, but has green bands and markings. Her helmet is custom made to allow her lekku and montrals to protude through, but still have the air-tightness needed for HALO jumps or high altitudes. An alternative helmet is kept on Dxun in case a mission requires all of her body be protected, such as going somewhere with airborn biological weaponry.
Personality:
Danee was once a dedicated Jedi, having been brought up exclusively by them. She was a strict followed of the Code and continued in the ways of the Jedi into the Corps, but following raids by the Mandalorians she adopted their culture over several years after finding their ways to be appropriate when taken from their perspective.
She is bright, interested, and enjoys letting the enemy wear themself out. She is also easily angered when people she is responsible for are injured. She can be very aggressive, especially when things get tedious, and learns quickly, enabling her to adapt to new situations quickly. She does not hate the Jedi, she simply does not trust them like she used to. Similarly she hates the Dark Jedi but does not feel tempted to hunt them down. The only faction she affiliates with are the Mandolorians - the honour driven, oath bound, combat oriented group whom she longed to be part of before she was ever aware of.
Her impatience and aggressive drive can sometimes get her into trouble, but more often than not she manages to suppress these feelings to focus on the mission at hand. To those who do not know her well, she is a cold, calculating, enabled Mandolorian who seems to know much about the Jedi and the Republic, but seemingly has never been part of them.
Skills:
Dueling, Rapid Shot, Togruta Spatial Awareness
Previous Faction: Jedi
Mastery Level: Medical Corps
Lightsaber: None
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho - 3
Makashi - N/A
Soresu - N/A
Ataru - N/A
Shien / Djem So - N/A
>>Sub-form Backhanded
Niman - N/A
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield - N/A
Juyo - N/A
Double Bladed Combat - N/A
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 2
Telepathic: 2
Body: 3
Sense: 2
Protection: 3
Healing: 5
Destruction: 0
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 6
Leadership: 6
Unarmed: 4
Melee Weapons: 7
Ranged Weapons: 6
Alignment: 0
Bio:
Parents
Agthar Xoxin had been a respected Jedi knight before leaving the order. He was a Togruta, strong with the Force, but left the Jedi, the Order and the Code for the love of another. Her name was Neeja, another Togruta who attended to the senators. They had met over a year before Agthar left the order, and their visits with each other became more and more frequent and less and less formal. Finally Agthar mustered up the courage to approach the council, revealing his break away from the Jedi, and offering his saber to the Jedi. The Jedi took this, but offered their continued friendship, as Agthar was not a bad man, just not a Jedi.
Agthar and Neeja went on to have a child several years later, remaining on Coruscant close to the temple. Agthar had been aware for a long time that the Force can pass between parents and children very easily, and so had already discussed with his then-wife about checking whether the child was a candidate for the Jedi to train. Neeja finally agreed, inspired by the man her husband had been when they had met, and his still dedication to the Jedi despite leaving them many years previously. Danee was born and almost immediately after being declared healthy Agthar was willing to take her to the Jedi for their decision.
The process was a long one, as 3 Jedi checked the baby, tiny in their hands, before getting their results that she did indeed have a high midichlorian count. Agthar requested the Jedi take her into training immediately, which they did under the condition that they train her in Dantooine. Agthar understood, once explained, that Coruscant would not be a good place, as he lived too close and it could affect her training. Agthar did not argue, despite knowing inside he would not want to risk his child's training, he also knew that he might not be able to help himself. He surrendered the child to the Jedi, before leaving to return to his wife. He was happy, despite the decision, that his child would be taught the Jedi way.
Youngling to Corps
On Dantooine she was brought up only knowing the Jedi code, only aware of what the Jedi wanted and what the Jedi should do. Under the instruction of some of the greatest masters of the order, she excelled. She was taken care of until she was able to stand, then talk, and as soon as she was grasping these basics she began training. First of the Code, and then of the lore, history, diplomacies, and finally combat. In her early years of being a Youngling she was found to be able to mingle easily with the other children. Furthermore with the assistance of a Togruta Jedi master at the temple she was able to hone her spatial awareness ability which derived from the hollow montrols she had begun to develop, and would continue to develop.
By the time she was finally old enough to hold a lightsaber she was also learning of her native language from the Jedi archives in the temple. She was gaining fluidity in Basic but wanted to reach towards her roots of her species, starting with the dialect. She was apt with a saber, similar to every other Youngling. As was expected, some were better than others and some went around tapping other students with them as soon as they got them, but this behaviour should be erased throughout training. It was not until she was a little older, having already started on the Shii Cho technique, that during some spare time she took a second spare saber and practiced using this. She felt very little difference using the second saber, but she scolded herself, thinking it was being greedy, and she quickly replaced the saber - only used it when she had extra time outside of learnings.
As the Younglings approached the time they were to be accepted into roles as Padawans she found that many had very different opinions to the way she did. During combat, several were either angry and resentful when they were beaten in a duel, or overconfident and gloating. She felt neither of these impulses, and though unsure of what she did feel, knew that it was certainly not right to just give up, nor mock the loser in such a way. She felt relieved when at last the time came for her to be eligable to be accepted to the rank of Padawan by masters. Several of the Younglings were taken almost immediately, and as the days and weeks passed she slowly began to worry she was not going to be accepted before she turned 13. She turned to training with dual sabres more, hoping that she could be better by doing this. Masters were watching her most of the time, and she knew most of them didn't have padawans of their own, so slightly doubted her own abilities.
Corps to the Mandalorians
Without a master, Danee opted into the Medical Corps, thoroughly upset that she had been passed up despite her Force skill and saber ability. She tried to hide her emotions, focusing now on the new challenge ahead of her. She was instructed further into the healing powers of the Force, no longer being trained to avoid mental attacks or manipulate others with the Force. Now she was being taught to preserve minds, heal wounds, disperse toxins and mending bones. She was good at doing this sort of thing, but it was not the same from her perspective. Initially she imagined of what her life could have been like if she were a Jedi padawan. Travelling around with politicians, protecting them from Dark Jedi maybe. Even hunting down crime bosses across multiple planets. Instead she was learning how to be a nurse.
She was assigned to assisting in Iridonia as part of a small colony group far from most of the major cities. She was there to provide most of the medical assistance to the several hundred colonists and residents. She was well known for being both unusual and helpful. Not many of them had seen an Togruta before, and expected her to be much more aggressive, possibly because of the montrals she possessed looking horn-like. From time to time other Jedi would arrive and check on her, but most of the time she was alone in the clinic, sometimes with a medical droid to keep her company. She trained in her spare time with what she had learnt in her childhood, but became frustrated that she could not further these skills. Her skills remained at a quite high standard for what she had learnt, but she could not see them being put to use, which annoyed her.
That was, of course, until she was in her fifth year of living and healing on Iridonia. The dawn, she recalled, had been a deep red and there had been no warning as the gunships had swooped down towards the village. No warning as a dozen Mandalorian soldiers had arrived, apparently looking for something, or someone. They had taken just seconds to wipe out dozens of residents, and Danee was alerted from the pain in the Force. Arrived outside to find the Jedi who had been attending at the time slain, lightsaber strewn by the corpse. She took the saber immediately, rounding the corner to find a man in battle armour. A Mandalorian, but she had never seen them before. This one was not facing her. She watched him fire down at some civilians before rushing towards him and striking once with her saber. The man fell, and she continued through the city to find the others.
The next she found saw her at the same time, firing only twice as she closed the gap quickly. She deflected both shots, barely, and clashed against his vibrosword. He swung towards her head, and she ducked, taking her own shot to his chest, which he leapt back from. He made an arcing swing, and she brought the full force of the saber against it, stopping it dead. He brought another blade out and she moved to counter this one, stopping it low before it got the chance to swing upwards. The second one started a descent towards her, and she moved backward, gathering her wits. She moved in again, locking blades once more. They remained in lock, as he withdrew one blade from the lock and raised it. Quickly, she drew a vibroblade from the floor nearby where some militia lay, and blocked his vibroblade with this one. He stepped back for the first time, contemplating his attack, before moving in again, with a dual strike. She blocked these again, before twirling her blades quickly and removing one of the swords from his grip. Using the surprise, she quickly leapt and delivered a Force-assisted kick to the Mandalorian's head. He fell, and she moved in to finish him.
She paused, knowing killing unarmed prisoners was against the Jedi way. But this warrior was not the type for letting civilians live. Would it be a good idea to let him live? She wondered for too long. A blow to the back of her head and she was out cold. Her body slumped unconscious, bloodied. She was next awakened in a prison somewhere she had never before, restrained and as she tried to move she became aware she was in a Force cage. The images of death and slaughter etched into her mind as the full effect of what had happened came rushing back to her in that cell. The minutes felt like hours, the hours like days, and it was several hours before the armoured warriors arrived once more to talk to her. They found her awake and unresponsive, even as they moved her from the cage to talk with their leader. She made no eye contact, said nothing, and it was silent for several minutes before they attempted to talk to her.
They told her who they were, the Mandalorian warriors. They said she was probably curious why they had attacked. She did not reply, but they simply stated that they were aware that many in the colony had been seeking refuge there to try and avoid punishment from the Mandalorians. They said the village had to be purged. They didn't know who exactly it was, but between the saboteurs, the Jedi and the militia they didn't have much choice. She didn't say anything, even as they moved on to state that they were impressed with her. She had wounded one warrior and beaten their commanding officer in single combat, which had led them to believe she may be more useful to them alive then with a blaster bolt in the back of her head. The Jedi had supposedly abandoned her, not taking her into a Padawan role, and so they offered her a role in their army. She remained silent.
Several weeks passed. The Mandalorians continued to try and engage her in conversation, trying multiple tactics including aggressive, passive and bargaining. She didn't say anything, re-evaluating her life. She did not need their input. Not now anyway, not while she was considering what they had said. They were offering her the life the Jedi never had. The Jedi would assume she had died in the attack, so there would be no ties to them left. And if she did return, what then? She would be returned to the Medical Corps, to spend her life healing cuts and addressing colds? She didn't hold ties to the Republic either, since the Jedi were supposedly apart from them. The Mandalorians were a safe bet at the current time, offering what she wanted. What she needed. At 19 years old, after over two months of Mandalorian 'hospitality', she accepted.
The Mandalorians
Concord Dawn was totally different to the place she used to know. An arid wasteland, she was surprised by the change in style, and was equally shocked to find out she had been vaccinated whilst still unconscious against the Karatos Plague. For several days she remained with them, before they agreed to transfer her further away for more appropriate training, to Dxun. She never really learnt the names of those who had kidnapped, saved, or whatever they had done to her. She only knew their armour types. The shuttle for Dxun passed quickly and she soon found herself stepping off to a large mandalorian base. There she was viewed over for enrolment by several of the army leaders and accepted once they were informed fully of what to expect from her.
She learnt quickly of the Mandalorian culture, already well versed in the history of them from before, and spent much of her time adapting to life without calling on the Force. It was difficult, like learning to fight all over again, but she was developing quickly, she found, to the new life. It was like stopping a constant use of spice, and though she initially went through the withdrawals she began to feel stronger. Felt almost better than before. Having had enough of melee weapons and blades she switched to using a pair of blaster pistols, adjusting to the switch of weapons after a few days, and then spending the rest of her time perfecting them. The Mandalorians carried out formation work, team activities and survival missions, and she had went from Private to Sergeant before she even completed most of her training.
Her leadership skills continued to improve from there as she learnt the different attack types and ways of ordering squads, finding which squads did best in what situation and how to support each other. Her precognitive abilities were helpful throughout, and would continue to help, warning her of immediate dangers more often than not, and thus enabling her to be promoted once more to Staff Sergeant, and then again to Sergeant First Class, once her training was essentially finished. From there she enrolled in multiple specialist training regimes to give her more diversity on the battlefield, and finally constructed her Mandalorian battle armour over a long course of several months, ultimately completing her formal training. Though she did not feel like a true Mandalorian quite yet, she was certainly on her way. The same night she adorned the armour with green markings.
After several years of training with the Mandalorian culture she felt she had finally accepted it as the true culture she should have joined. She had completed harsh training exercises and the Mandalorians now approved her as a Lieutenant in their army. From here things escalated, as the Mandalorians appeared interested in getting ready to mobilise in a very short space of time for something very big. Ranks changed drastically in some areas, and through some confusion or another she went from Lieutenant to Sergeant to Lieutenant to Captain. Although it was confusing she later found it was a very small percentile of the army that actually suffered a lot of confusion with the ranking system. Typically though, it had to be her percentile.
At the age of 28 now she rested on Captain, with other officers acknowledging that she was indeed worthy of her role. Although she had joined them only a few years previous she felt at home with her war brothers and sisters - those bound by honour to her and to each other. Her armour was unique now, special. She could act emotionally, when she wanted to, though more often than not found herself stoic to hide her deeper feelings. She was a competent commander in her superior's eyes, and an inspiring figure of change to the new recruits. To the rest of the army, she was a smart, flexible commander whom they would follow willingly, because she was driven by honour, duty, and the will to get the job done.
RP Sample:
The predator sat, watching its prey through beady eyes. Pupils in slits, like some sort of lizard, but this was a mammal. A four legged, sharp toothed mammal, prowling the jungle on an empty stomach, intent on grabbing something to eat. Anything to eat. And whatever that thing it saw at the moment was, it was probably tasty. It smelt of flesh, but it didn't look like flesh. It was shiny. Maybe wet. The predator growled, approaching closer. The fleshy thing must be tasty at least, and so it leapt, preparing to sink its jaws into its throat and rip out some meat.
Danee had heard the creeping of the animal behind her as she stood. It was still, and then she heard the shift as it sprung, and her helmet's HUD registed this too, as she swung around, stopping to the floor and allowing the Maalraas to soar over her. This one was quite large, compared to what she usually saw in the jungles, and hungry, telling by its behaviour. She smiled, though the helmet obscured this, and all the creature could see was the figure stand up and reach for a small item by its side. The maalraas roared, and Danee shot it once in the face, a perfect hit to the head. The blaster fire echoed around the trees and her HUD registered the hit. She spun the blaster in the air, catching it again and holstering it once more. Now that it was out the way, she could continue on her way to the base camp in sector 66.
Coming over a ridge, partially caused by a fallen tree, she at last found the Mandalorian squad she was sent out to find. They saw her coming from a distance and became more alert, noticing she was one of them and coming to attention as she came down the slope. She paused, saluting the half of a dozen men.
"Sergeant, I'm here for your report."
"All quiet here, Captain, do you have the communication equipment?"
Danee nodded, producing a small piece of equipment used to produce holograms and transmit data back to the base camp. She handed it over to the Sergeant, who thanked her for the vital piece of equipment. They had their radio headsets but it was very difficult to check visual things, which would be very necessary for some groups.
I believe you should be expecting a communication from base within one cycle, Sergeant, remain alert. Good hunting to you." She departed as the Sergeant gave his thanks and farewells and made her way back the way she had came. She kept her blasters at hand as she passed by the several animal corpses she had left behind her. Hungry, desparate things which really had no chance as long as she was on the top of her game. Coming out of the densely forested area she entered a clearing with no cover. She moved slowly and cautiously, making sure there was nothing that moved in her line of sight. It was totally still, which worried her. She dipped low in the brush and grasses, adjusting her HUD to pick up anything thermal.
Nothing, clear. And she could get back to base before nightfall, as long as nothing slowed her down.
Department: Army
Rank: Captain
Name: Danee Xoxin
Race: Togruta
Age: 28
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 155lb
Birth place: Coruscant / Coruscant
Appearance:
^I don't own the above image^
Not of particular distinguishable physical difference to other Togruta, Danee has orangey skin, a pair of montrals which are of average size for her age, and a very rare set of four lekku. She has white markings around her face, and the montrals and lekku are white with bands of dark blue tending towards black. She has brown, thoughtful eyes and full, pale lips. Her armour consists of the typical Mandolorian battle armour, but has green bands and markings. Her helmet is custom made to allow her lekku and montrals to protude through, but still have the air-tightness needed for HALO jumps or high altitudes. An alternative helmet is kept on Dxun in case a mission requires all of her body be protected, such as going somewhere with airborn biological weaponry.
Personality:
Danee was once a dedicated Jedi, having been brought up exclusively by them. She was a strict followed of the Code and continued in the ways of the Jedi into the Corps, but following raids by the Mandalorians she adopted their culture over several years after finding their ways to be appropriate when taken from their perspective.
She is bright, interested, and enjoys letting the enemy wear themself out. She is also easily angered when people she is responsible for are injured. She can be very aggressive, especially when things get tedious, and learns quickly, enabling her to adapt to new situations quickly. She does not hate the Jedi, she simply does not trust them like she used to. Similarly she hates the Dark Jedi but does not feel tempted to hunt them down. The only faction she affiliates with are the Mandolorians - the honour driven, oath bound, combat oriented group whom she longed to be part of before she was ever aware of.
Her impatience and aggressive drive can sometimes get her into trouble, but more often than not she manages to suppress these feelings to focus on the mission at hand. To those who do not know her well, she is a cold, calculating, enabled Mandolorian who seems to know much about the Jedi and the Republic, but seemingly has never been part of them.
Skills:
Dueling, Rapid Shot, Togruta Spatial Awareness
Previous Faction: Jedi
Mastery Level: Medical Corps
Lightsaber: None
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho - 3
Makashi - N/A
Soresu - N/A
Ataru - N/A
Shien / Djem So - N/A
>>Sub-form Backhanded
Niman - N/A
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield - N/A
Juyo - N/A
Double Bladed Combat - N/A
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 2
Telepathic: 2
Body: 3
Sense: 2
Protection: 3
Healing: 5
Destruction: 0
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 6
Leadership: 6
Unarmed: 4
Melee Weapons: 7
Ranged Weapons: 6
Alignment: 0
Bio:
Parents
Agthar Xoxin had been a respected Jedi knight before leaving the order. He was a Togruta, strong with the Force, but left the Jedi, the Order and the Code for the love of another. Her name was Neeja, another Togruta who attended to the senators. They had met over a year before Agthar left the order, and their visits with each other became more and more frequent and less and less formal. Finally Agthar mustered up the courage to approach the council, revealing his break away from the Jedi, and offering his saber to the Jedi. The Jedi took this, but offered their continued friendship, as Agthar was not a bad man, just not a Jedi.
Agthar and Neeja went on to have a child several years later, remaining on Coruscant close to the temple. Agthar had been aware for a long time that the Force can pass between parents and children very easily, and so had already discussed with his then-wife about checking whether the child was a candidate for the Jedi to train. Neeja finally agreed, inspired by the man her husband had been when they had met, and his still dedication to the Jedi despite leaving them many years previously. Danee was born and almost immediately after being declared healthy Agthar was willing to take her to the Jedi for their decision.
The process was a long one, as 3 Jedi checked the baby, tiny in their hands, before getting their results that she did indeed have a high midichlorian count. Agthar requested the Jedi take her into training immediately, which they did under the condition that they train her in Dantooine. Agthar understood, once explained, that Coruscant would not be a good place, as he lived too close and it could affect her training. Agthar did not argue, despite knowing inside he would not want to risk his child's training, he also knew that he might not be able to help himself. He surrendered the child to the Jedi, before leaving to return to his wife. He was happy, despite the decision, that his child would be taught the Jedi way.
Youngling to Corps
On Dantooine she was brought up only knowing the Jedi code, only aware of what the Jedi wanted and what the Jedi should do. Under the instruction of some of the greatest masters of the order, she excelled. She was taken care of until she was able to stand, then talk, and as soon as she was grasping these basics she began training. First of the Code, and then of the lore, history, diplomacies, and finally combat. In her early years of being a Youngling she was found to be able to mingle easily with the other children. Furthermore with the assistance of a Togruta Jedi master at the temple she was able to hone her spatial awareness ability which derived from the hollow montrols she had begun to develop, and would continue to develop.
By the time she was finally old enough to hold a lightsaber she was also learning of her native language from the Jedi archives in the temple. She was gaining fluidity in Basic but wanted to reach towards her roots of her species, starting with the dialect. She was apt with a saber, similar to every other Youngling. As was expected, some were better than others and some went around tapping other students with them as soon as they got them, but this behaviour should be erased throughout training. It was not until she was a little older, having already started on the Shii Cho technique, that during some spare time she took a second spare saber and practiced using this. She felt very little difference using the second saber, but she scolded herself, thinking it was being greedy, and she quickly replaced the saber - only used it when she had extra time outside of learnings.
As the Younglings approached the time they were to be accepted into roles as Padawans she found that many had very different opinions to the way she did. During combat, several were either angry and resentful when they were beaten in a duel, or overconfident and gloating. She felt neither of these impulses, and though unsure of what she did feel, knew that it was certainly not right to just give up, nor mock the loser in such a way. She felt relieved when at last the time came for her to be eligable to be accepted to the rank of Padawan by masters. Several of the Younglings were taken almost immediately, and as the days and weeks passed she slowly began to worry she was not going to be accepted before she turned 13. She turned to training with dual sabres more, hoping that she could be better by doing this. Masters were watching her most of the time, and she knew most of them didn't have padawans of their own, so slightly doubted her own abilities.
Corps to the Mandalorians
Without a master, Danee opted into the Medical Corps, thoroughly upset that she had been passed up despite her Force skill and saber ability. She tried to hide her emotions, focusing now on the new challenge ahead of her. She was instructed further into the healing powers of the Force, no longer being trained to avoid mental attacks or manipulate others with the Force. Now she was being taught to preserve minds, heal wounds, disperse toxins and mending bones. She was good at doing this sort of thing, but it was not the same from her perspective. Initially she imagined of what her life could have been like if she were a Jedi padawan. Travelling around with politicians, protecting them from Dark Jedi maybe. Even hunting down crime bosses across multiple planets. Instead she was learning how to be a nurse.
She was assigned to assisting in Iridonia as part of a small colony group far from most of the major cities. She was there to provide most of the medical assistance to the several hundred colonists and residents. She was well known for being both unusual and helpful. Not many of them had seen an Togruta before, and expected her to be much more aggressive, possibly because of the montrals she possessed looking horn-like. From time to time other Jedi would arrive and check on her, but most of the time she was alone in the clinic, sometimes with a medical droid to keep her company. She trained in her spare time with what she had learnt in her childhood, but became frustrated that she could not further these skills. Her skills remained at a quite high standard for what she had learnt, but she could not see them being put to use, which annoyed her.
That was, of course, until she was in her fifth year of living and healing on Iridonia. The dawn, she recalled, had been a deep red and there had been no warning as the gunships had swooped down towards the village. No warning as a dozen Mandalorian soldiers had arrived, apparently looking for something, or someone. They had taken just seconds to wipe out dozens of residents, and Danee was alerted from the pain in the Force. Arrived outside to find the Jedi who had been attending at the time slain, lightsaber strewn by the corpse. She took the saber immediately, rounding the corner to find a man in battle armour. A Mandalorian, but she had never seen them before. This one was not facing her. She watched him fire down at some civilians before rushing towards him and striking once with her saber. The man fell, and she continued through the city to find the others.
The next she found saw her at the same time, firing only twice as she closed the gap quickly. She deflected both shots, barely, and clashed against his vibrosword. He swung towards her head, and she ducked, taking her own shot to his chest, which he leapt back from. He made an arcing swing, and she brought the full force of the saber against it, stopping it dead. He brought another blade out and she moved to counter this one, stopping it low before it got the chance to swing upwards. The second one started a descent towards her, and she moved backward, gathering her wits. She moved in again, locking blades once more. They remained in lock, as he withdrew one blade from the lock and raised it. Quickly, she drew a vibroblade from the floor nearby where some militia lay, and blocked his vibroblade with this one. He stepped back for the first time, contemplating his attack, before moving in again, with a dual strike. She blocked these again, before twirling her blades quickly and removing one of the swords from his grip. Using the surprise, she quickly leapt and delivered a Force-assisted kick to the Mandalorian's head. He fell, and she moved in to finish him.
She paused, knowing killing unarmed prisoners was against the Jedi way. But this warrior was not the type for letting civilians live. Would it be a good idea to let him live? She wondered for too long. A blow to the back of her head and she was out cold. Her body slumped unconscious, bloodied. She was next awakened in a prison somewhere she had never before, restrained and as she tried to move she became aware she was in a Force cage. The images of death and slaughter etched into her mind as the full effect of what had happened came rushing back to her in that cell. The minutes felt like hours, the hours like days, and it was several hours before the armoured warriors arrived once more to talk to her. They found her awake and unresponsive, even as they moved her from the cage to talk with their leader. She made no eye contact, said nothing, and it was silent for several minutes before they attempted to talk to her.
They told her who they were, the Mandalorian warriors. They said she was probably curious why they had attacked. She did not reply, but they simply stated that they were aware that many in the colony had been seeking refuge there to try and avoid punishment from the Mandalorians. They said the village had to be purged. They didn't know who exactly it was, but between the saboteurs, the Jedi and the militia they didn't have much choice. She didn't say anything, even as they moved on to state that they were impressed with her. She had wounded one warrior and beaten their commanding officer in single combat, which had led them to believe she may be more useful to them alive then with a blaster bolt in the back of her head. The Jedi had supposedly abandoned her, not taking her into a Padawan role, and so they offered her a role in their army. She remained silent.
Several weeks passed. The Mandalorians continued to try and engage her in conversation, trying multiple tactics including aggressive, passive and bargaining. She didn't say anything, re-evaluating her life. She did not need their input. Not now anyway, not while she was considering what they had said. They were offering her the life the Jedi never had. The Jedi would assume she had died in the attack, so there would be no ties to them left. And if she did return, what then? She would be returned to the Medical Corps, to spend her life healing cuts and addressing colds? She didn't hold ties to the Republic either, since the Jedi were supposedly apart from them. The Mandalorians were a safe bet at the current time, offering what she wanted. What she needed. At 19 years old, after over two months of Mandalorian 'hospitality', she accepted.
The Mandalorians
Concord Dawn was totally different to the place she used to know. An arid wasteland, she was surprised by the change in style, and was equally shocked to find out she had been vaccinated whilst still unconscious against the Karatos Plague. For several days she remained with them, before they agreed to transfer her further away for more appropriate training, to Dxun. She never really learnt the names of those who had kidnapped, saved, or whatever they had done to her. She only knew their armour types. The shuttle for Dxun passed quickly and she soon found herself stepping off to a large mandalorian base. There she was viewed over for enrolment by several of the army leaders and accepted once they were informed fully of what to expect from her.
She learnt quickly of the Mandalorian culture, already well versed in the history of them from before, and spent much of her time adapting to life without calling on the Force. It was difficult, like learning to fight all over again, but she was developing quickly, she found, to the new life. It was like stopping a constant use of spice, and though she initially went through the withdrawals she began to feel stronger. Felt almost better than before. Having had enough of melee weapons and blades she switched to using a pair of blaster pistols, adjusting to the switch of weapons after a few days, and then spending the rest of her time perfecting them. The Mandalorians carried out formation work, team activities and survival missions, and she had went from Private to Sergeant before she even completed most of her training.
Her leadership skills continued to improve from there as she learnt the different attack types and ways of ordering squads, finding which squads did best in what situation and how to support each other. Her precognitive abilities were helpful throughout, and would continue to help, warning her of immediate dangers more often than not, and thus enabling her to be promoted once more to Staff Sergeant, and then again to Sergeant First Class, once her training was essentially finished. From there she enrolled in multiple specialist training regimes to give her more diversity on the battlefield, and finally constructed her Mandalorian battle armour over a long course of several months, ultimately completing her formal training. Though she did not feel like a true Mandalorian quite yet, she was certainly on her way. The same night she adorned the armour with green markings.
After several years of training with the Mandalorian culture she felt she had finally accepted it as the true culture she should have joined. She had completed harsh training exercises and the Mandalorians now approved her as a Lieutenant in their army. From here things escalated, as the Mandalorians appeared interested in getting ready to mobilise in a very short space of time for something very big. Ranks changed drastically in some areas, and through some confusion or another she went from Lieutenant to Sergeant to Lieutenant to Captain. Although it was confusing she later found it was a very small percentile of the army that actually suffered a lot of confusion with the ranking system. Typically though, it had to be her percentile.
At the age of 28 now she rested on Captain, with other officers acknowledging that she was indeed worthy of her role. Although she had joined them only a few years previous she felt at home with her war brothers and sisters - those bound by honour to her and to each other. Her armour was unique now, special. She could act emotionally, when she wanted to, though more often than not found herself stoic to hide her deeper feelings. She was a competent commander in her superior's eyes, and an inspiring figure of change to the new recruits. To the rest of the army, she was a smart, flexible commander whom they would follow willingly, because she was driven by honour, duty, and the will to get the job done.
RP Sample:
The predator sat, watching its prey through beady eyes. Pupils in slits, like some sort of lizard, but this was a mammal. A four legged, sharp toothed mammal, prowling the jungle on an empty stomach, intent on grabbing something to eat. Anything to eat. And whatever that thing it saw at the moment was, it was probably tasty. It smelt of flesh, but it didn't look like flesh. It was shiny. Maybe wet. The predator growled, approaching closer. The fleshy thing must be tasty at least, and so it leapt, preparing to sink its jaws into its throat and rip out some meat.
Danee had heard the creeping of the animal behind her as she stood. It was still, and then she heard the shift as it sprung, and her helmet's HUD registed this too, as she swung around, stopping to the floor and allowing the Maalraas to soar over her. This one was quite large, compared to what she usually saw in the jungles, and hungry, telling by its behaviour. She smiled, though the helmet obscured this, and all the creature could see was the figure stand up and reach for a small item by its side. The maalraas roared, and Danee shot it once in the face, a perfect hit to the head. The blaster fire echoed around the trees and her HUD registered the hit. She spun the blaster in the air, catching it again and holstering it once more. Now that it was out the way, she could continue on her way to the base camp in sector 66.
Coming over a ridge, partially caused by a fallen tree, she at last found the Mandalorian squad she was sent out to find. They saw her coming from a distance and became more alert, noticing she was one of them and coming to attention as she came down the slope. She paused, saluting the half of a dozen men.
"Sergeant, I'm here for your report."
"All quiet here, Captain, do you have the communication equipment?"
Danee nodded, producing a small piece of equipment used to produce holograms and transmit data back to the base camp. She handed it over to the Sergeant, who thanked her for the vital piece of equipment. They had their radio headsets but it was very difficult to check visual things, which would be very necessary for some groups.
I believe you should be expecting a communication from base within one cycle, Sergeant, remain alert. Good hunting to you." She departed as the Sergeant gave his thanks and farewells and made her way back the way she had came. She kept her blasters at hand as she passed by the several animal corpses she had left behind her. Hungry, desparate things which really had no chance as long as she was on the top of her game. Coming out of the densely forested area she entered a clearing with no cover. She moved slowly and cautiously, making sure there was nothing that moved in her line of sight. It was totally still, which worried her. She dipped low in the brush and grasses, adjusting her HUD to pick up anything thermal.
Nothing, clear. And she could get back to base before nightfall, as long as nothing slowed her down.
