Post by wrathchild on Jul 10, 2011 11:49:26 GMT -5
Faction: Republic Military
Department: 4th BGD, 273rd SFD (Special Forces)
Rank: Corporal
Name: Naydo Malesyn (pronounced as: Nato male-son)
Race: Arkanian
Age: 20
Height: 6' 1"
Weight: 193 lbs.
Birth place: Arkania
Appearance: Standard Battle Dress Uniform of the Republic Military. In combat, he wears a flak jacket complete with Ammo cartridges displayed in the lower front. A gunner's back pack contains essentials such as food rations, change of clothes, an entrenchment tool, Gas Mask, as well as various other essential survival equipment. Binoculars, flares, thermal detonators are all within reach along a tactical belt. Navigational Gadget is sported on his left arm. Rifle hangs off of his chest when not in use.
Personality: While his charismatic attitude accentuates his status as an all around soldier for the Republic, Naydo Malesyn has embraced the important aspects of teamwork. Contrary to his appeal, Malesyn doesn't see himself as a superior to anyone. As a subsidiary to the common belief that all Arkanian's see themselves as the divine race of the galaxy, Naydo dyed his hair to ascertain himself to a more common status of a human being, despite the fact that his eyes are inherently white. He often keeps it kept as well, taking on a typical military crew cut.
Skills: Most of his exceptional skills derive from his ethnicity. They include:
Infrared Vision - (Which postulates an extreme sensitivity to light)
Above Average Strength/reflex - (Due, in part, to genetics tampering)
Close Quarters Training - (As required by all Special Forces recruits)
A slight attenuation to the force - (is sensitive, but does not believe nor pursue such a life.)
Unit Cohesion - (Malesyn works with 4 other operatives under his command, and much of his strength is composed in how he utilizes these 4 operatives. Ezparza is the group's rifleman and is usually in charge of suppressive and covering fire, Grizz is the grenades and explosives expert, Conner is Malesyn's Team Leader and second-in-command, and Aracles is the group's tech expert).
Armament
- Outland Rifle
- Adjudicator Slugthrower Pistol
- 2 Thermal Detonators
- Blaster resiliant Flak vest. Custom Military Issue for special forces
- Binoculars with NVG and Thermal Features
- Flash light (Attachable)
- Multi-tool (used for a variety of purposes "soldiers best friend" )
- Flares
- Survival Gear
- Combat Knife
- Tactical Grenades (flash-bang/concussion)
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 5
Leadership: 6
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 4
Ranged Weapons: 5
Alignment: +4
Force Abilities
Telekinetic: 0
Telepathic: 0
Body: 0
Sense: 1
Protection: 0
Healing: 0
Destruction: 0
Bio:
"Childhood"
"The children of this world will despise you, their parents will fear you. And you shouldn't blame them. The Arkanian Ancestry has neglected the importance of indifference. And because of that, we have fallen away from the grace of other races. With strength, and compassion, you will gain their respect. Through hard work and selflessness, you will become, what an Arkanian was truly meant to be, a worker, a helpful hand, a friend." Malesyn's Father at a sit down with his son.
Naydo Malesyn is a former member of the Arkanian society; a proud and defiant race of genetically altered humanoids who were infamously re-known for abducting sentient species and sabotaging their DNA strands to combine with their own. They are commonly referred to as mad scientists out for world domination. Their seemingly flawless appearance is the result of generations worth of genetic alteration. Giving Arkanian's a laundry list of strengths, such as improved reflex, muscular strength and endurance, and even the ability to see in infrared light. Malesyn's father was one of the few members of the society to neglect their almost religious views, and often refused to partake in what was considered customary. Fearing a revolt that would claim his family, Malesyn's father fled Arkania to a remote planet on the outer rims, sheltering himself and his family on the planet, Dantooine. There, he utilized his engineering and scientific abilities to help aid lower-class individuals, clearing up some of the misconceptions about Arkanian culture. Naydo, often aided his father as an additional hand up until his adolescence. As a young lad, Malesyn was often shunned because of his heritage, as his father had warned him. But he did not let the beatings and bashes deprive him of noble intentions. Malesyn studied their fear, studied their confusion. One night, he snuck out to gather parts in an attempt to create a number of jet-boards. The next week he confronted the children and handed them each his invention, instead of taking revenge, he made some invaluable friends, and enjoyed a day of jet boarding on the outskirts of Dantooine's fruitful fields. His father thought highly of his son's accomplishments, and took it a step further by inviting him into an apprenticeship with his business, using their knowledge in biology to eradicate corrupted strands of DNA and other various anomalies so that the locals led a healthy, fruitful life. Malesyn also partook in a number of sports. From boxing, to limmie, and crashball; and was noted for his leadership skills.
"Adolescence"
"Looks like the power converters are fried. Without these, you'll be sending so much power into the repulsors that the damn thing could explode." Malesyn as he diagnoses problems with a fellow neighbor's equipment.
Despite attending local school academies, Malesyn's father often followed up the cultural upbringings in biology and science-engineering. Stressing the importance of using this particular knowledge for the benefit of all, and not just for Arkanian society. The philosophy taught by his father stuck, and Malesyn grew up leaning toward a life of selfless servitude. His many achievements in aiding the people of Dantooine effortlessly changed the perception they first had when they arrived. Malesyn also took an interest in racing local ships through Dantooine, and was often a commendable pilot.
FATHER: "Why couldn't you just vote, Malesyn? That is a perfect way to serve the Republic!"
MALESYN: "There are many ways to serve the Republic, Dad... Voting is just the simplest." - Malesyn defending his decision to go into military service
The course of Malesyn's 18 years were fruitful and healthy, a luxury that not all were lucky enough to possess. Malesyn eventually came of age and broke the news to his father that he would be joining the Republic Military. Saddened but proud, they made their amends, and Malesyn prepared himself for what lay ahead.
"Adulthood"
At the exact appropriate age that was required to join the Alliance, Naydo showed up at the recruiting center to begin his journey to Coruscant, where the Academy training grounds had been and where he was to report for Basic Training and Entry Selection.
Basic Training was the equivelant of 10 weeks. Every 3 weeks were broken down into phases. The First Phase consisted of Standard Military Philosophy, history, and discipline procedures. This was the most important of all 3 phases as they taught everyone, including Malesyn, what it meant to be a soldier of the Republic and to serve as an asset amongst his peers. The Second Phase consisted of Rifle Marksmanship, Close and Unarmed Combat, Chemical and Biological Threats, and Basic Soldiering drills and obstacle courses. Malesyn and his battle buddies qualified with their weapons and preformed basic fighting manuevers at the discretion of their instructors. The Final Phase consisted of preforming military tactics and movements during a combat scenario. Malesyn was taught the set-in-stone basics of breaching buildings and other shelters, securing and setting up perameters, calling in air support, and medevac, as well as reporting SALUTES and SPOTS on a scrambled frequency via comlink.
Once graduation from Basic Combat Training was complete, soldiers were then shipped off to Advanced Individual Training to face more that the infantry had to offer.
During his time in AIT, Malesyn received a letter of recommendation to try out in the Special Operations entry training or SOT. An inventation he unhesitantly accepted.
The course of Special Operations Training contained sub-training courses which included Orbital Drop training, a Preperation course, the initial Assessment and Selection Program, the Qualification Course, Self-Skills (Small unit, and Special Forces tactics, language and survival Skills) course, an Occupational Course, a Language Course, an Indirect War Tactics Course, and a Fit to Survive Course.
Of the following courses Malesyn had experienced every grueling portion of them. After AIT, Malesyn was shipped off to the Orbital Training Organization outside of Coruscant's atmosphere near a small military conducted colony above it's surface. There, he successfully completed an orbit drop into a predetermined combat zone 5 times, as required by Republic military standards. Having completed this portion of training, he moved into the preperations course to be prepped for the selection and assessment process.
During preperations Malesyn underwent a hellish month of Physical Training and Land Navigation drills to prepare him for the ultimate challenge. Upon completing the preperations course he began his selection and Assessment process. For another 24 days, he was deprived of sleep, made to conduct physical feats, work under constant pressure, forced to think through fatigue and exhaustion, and expected to conduct with the other candidates as a team. Runs were conducted at random at day or night, in all kinds of weather, with 50lbs of equipment. Marches were conducted at random. Sleep, altogether, was relatively non-existant. Out of the 250 candidates who were selected to participate in Entry Selection, Naydo was one of 12 individuals who were actual graduates, after the assessment Naydo was shipped off to complete the Qualification course and become an elite soldier and high value asset for the Republic Military. After completing the remaining courses, Malesyn went on to earn his stay in the Alliance's 4th Brigade, 273rd Special Forces Division.
Holding time in service for 2 years as a Specialist, Malesyn served in a small squad based group of Special Force Operatives who worked closely with the Republic's top-end intelligence agents. Under the command of Sergeant Ferick at the time he followed the prestigious leader on orders to recon a site post on the outskirt's of the outerrim territories. Their mission was compromised mid-way in, and Malesyn's squad came under heavy fire. Ferik was downed in the process, but managed to hold on long enough to secure the area. Unable to fully recover from his wounds, Ferik promoted Malesyn to Corporal and tasked him with completing their objective. After an exchange of words, Ferik passed away, and Malesyn pushed forward, completing the mission, and bringing all of his men, including Ferik, back to their base of operations.
For his exemplary skills under extreme conditions, Malesyn was officially promoted to Corporal and formally placed in charge of the squad he once served under. Currently, he answers to authorities within Republic Intelligence HQ and to his superior Chain of Command and NCO support Channels within the 273rd SF Division.
TIMELINE
- Born in Arkania (3620BBY)
- Joins Republic Military (3602BBY)
- Graduates BCT/AMT/SOT (3601BBY)
- PCS to 4th Brigade, 273rd Special Operations Division, B Co. 2nd Platoon
- Deploys on First Priority Mission
- Promoted to Corporal
Password: Bylgia
RP Sample:
(This piece was taken out of an rp that transpired elsewhere, and does not reflect the current setting in this chatroom)
Malesyn crept through the foilage upon a crevice that overlooked the space port a few clicks from their AO. He pulled out his binoculars and focused in on the site of interest. Dusk had drawn upon them now, and Malesyn had removed his shaders to utilize his eye sight. This, undoubtedly, was his strongest resource. Perhaps the only thing the people of his kind were worth, in his eyes. Arkanians... deemed mad by the majority of the galaxy for their genetic infatuations, and their boisterous claims of superiority over other races. It was pathetic really. Without their resources in genetic research, Arkanians were nothing. To Malesyn, they were theives. Kidnapping races for their genetic code so that they could augment it into their own. It was nothing more than fynite tuning. Playing God, as most would say.
"Space ports buzzing this time of night."<br> Malesyn sighed as he rolled to his side; placing the NVG goggles in a pouch by his waist. He drew up his elbow again and supported his customized Outland rifle. A self purchased, self jury-rigged, gas-operated, magazine-fed, shoulder-fired weapon which Naydo utilized during his time in service. With the nack for blaster fire being so inaccurate despite it's high level of success, Malesyn decided to stick with a less sophisticated weapon and go with a more primitive rifle. To this end, he engineered it for success, cutting the barrel shorter so that it increased both accuracy and range, and strengthening the firing mechanism by conventional means. When tested, the rifle shot beautifully.
Malesyn glanced to his left and jerked his head back. A moment of silence transpired before a stark figure drew out from the waning shadows. It crept forward in a prone crawl. Passing through leaf and bramble until a face appeared within the feint light.
"Everyon's in position, Sergeant." he said as he scooted in next to the Squad Leader.
"Tell Grizz and Ezparza to cover fire while you, me, and Aracles move in." he motioned Conner over and gave him his rifle, pointing as Conner's eye settled behind the scope. "We'll take the communications tower closest to us, should be able to have Aracles hack through the firewalls and scramble a message to our friends in the sky. After that we'll start a ruckus down by the hangar bays, secure an LZ for our reinforcements. Once we rendezvous, we push for one of our ships. Aracles' will work his magic and hopefully we'll secure a few birds."
"A few?" Conner said, looking up from his scope and giving his Squad Leader a quizzid look. "Mission priority is to get the Senator out of here, Sergeant... what do we need more than one ship for?"
Malesyn patted him on the shoulder. "I'll fill you in once we get that far. For now, ready your men."
Malesyn rose up to a crouched position and grabbed his Outland rifle by the husk, pointing Conner off and turning his gaze back toward the dim lights surrounding the Space port.
It's about time we turned the tables..." he said with a smile.
-- Moments Later --
The group of five were together again. Their figures no more than shadows in the night as they pressed on slowly through the temperate regions of Naboo. Above them, ships flew in and out of the hangar bays, Sith oriented cruisers and fighters making their rounds back and forth from the blockade surrounding the planet. No doubt they had the everything on lock down. A typical tactic to ensure no one of any significant importance made an elaborate escape under their noses. He was rather surprised his Jedi affiliate had made it past the blockade in the first place. He wondered where Max was... probably thwarting their persuers trail as they pushed their way into Sith territory.
Malesyn gathered his men and pointed up. The rest of them nodded and aimed their rifles high. From underneath the barrel. Lines of rope shot out, pinging just underneath a concrete overhang 300 meters High. It was a long treck up, but Malesyn and his men were used to it. The men rose, attaching their rifles to their flak vest so that the spool under the barrel would gather the slack as they ascended toward their destination. Conner was the first to leave the ground, shooting up, as if some hand of god suddenly plucked him from the surface of Naboo, Malesyn was the next to be hoisted, then Conner, then Grizz, Ezparza, and Aracles. Before long, all of them were grabbing at the edge of the over hang, hoisting their weighted bodies over the edge, hands groping at waist lines and shoulders to ensure everyone made it safely up. Once everyone was accounted for, their weapons were situated at low-ready once more. It was official now... they were balls deep in enemy territory. What was once an elegant resort and economic marvel had become the irreputable stronghold to the Republic's most dubious foe.
Malesyn led his men, tracing the fence line until they were close to the communication tower in question. Pulling out a multi-tool, the squad leader clipped away at the wiring until their was a nice hole for them to pass through. One by one they entered the space port. Making their way down the edge of a hangar bay, using the shadows so that their enemy couldn't pin point them.
Malesyn could see into the night clearly. His infered vision picked up the enemy in multitudes. They scowered the entry ways, patrols and the like marching through the space port like it was theirs all along. With a slight head shake he continued on, following behind his soldiers as they drew closer to the tower.
Conner swept through the shadows, running along side Grizz as they snuck up on the two guards at the entry point. Malesyn counted two solid cracks from a distance as he watched the two bring the butt-stock of their rifles slamming across the jaw-lines of some unfortunate individuals. Two silenced shots echoed through the night.
"Two down." Came a raspy voice through Malesyn's comlink.
The rest of the men crowded around the door. Malesyn waited until everyone was in position before he turned the knob. The door creaked open, the first thing to enter being the muzzle of Malesyn's weapon. After a moment he followed through, each man behind the other at a shoulder hold, moving in like a silent train.
"Clear." Malesyn said silently as he pointed upward, a spiral stair case was their obstacle now. One after the other they stepped their way up. Their footsteps slow, and silent. Their silenced weapons trained at the ready in case some unsuspecting individual came clambering down after them. Conner was the first to reach the top. He slid by the next entryway and waited for the rest of his men. Malesyn gathered himself in front of the door, nodding once before Conner reached for the knob. Conner nodded back, then jerked on the handle, he pulled the door wide open as Malesyn charged, slamming into a shocked soldier the moment he whisked himself around. The control panel before him sparked as he tackled him. Two fists beating into the man's face before he grabbed him by the shoulders and brought him to the floor. A moment of struggle transpired as Malesyn got into full guard, then a glint of silver, and then silence.
Malesyn watched the life drain out of the Sith trooper's eyes before he yanked his combat knife out of the man's throat. He wiped it across the dead man's chest once before securing it within it's sheath, then motioned the rest of the team in.
"Take point." he glanced at Grizz, who barred himself up against their only exit. "Aracles, on me."
The silent tech expert let his rifle rest on his chest as he moved up to the panel instruments. He glanced at his squad leader for a moment before easing in on the keys. He orchestrated the panel, bringing up hologrids and streams of ineligable information. His hands swept through analogs and backdoors. Re-iterating the communications tower for their needs. Stepping back, he gave Malesyn his space. Malesyn looked at him once, admiring the man's work, before he keyed the comlink.
"Eagle base this is Talon Alpha. Naboo has been seiged by the Sith opposition. We have followed mission quota and have ensured the Senators safety. We request additional reinforcements. Secondary objectives are in place. We have infiltrated the space port and will secure an LZ for grounding procedures, over." Malesyn flipped off the switch and leaned back unsteadily. Silence filled the room for seconds. To the crew however, it seemed like hours.
"Talon Alpha this is Eagle base, god damn good to hear your voice, son. Reinforcements are on the way, hang tight and stay alive, over."
"Not an option, Eagle base, Talon Alpha out." As Malesyn turned, nothing but smiles adorned his eyes. He grabbed one his soldiers by the head and bumped it against his. They were almost home.
The crew quickly settled down. Malesyn moving back up to Grizz and patting him on the shoulder. They all knew what was coming next. They'd have to clear an LZ, which meant the group of five were about to stir up a hornet's nest. It wouldn't have been the first time they'd done so. But with dwindling provisions it didn't seem like the best of ideas at the time. If anything, it was a gamble Malesyn was willing to make.
The squad made their way back down keeping close and tight, as they were trained to do. Malesyn opened the door back out into the open. Moving past their dead guards and wrapping around the tower so that they could make their way toward the hangar bay. They set up positions next to a connex. What it held, they had no idea, but it was perfect cover. Malesyn leaned back toward his men. All of them readying themselves for the next series of events.
"This isn't our first picnic. You all know the drill. Once reinforcements arrive we'll have enough men to push into the space port. Aracles will re-acquire two ships. I'm taking one of them into the heart of the enemy. I don't know about you, but these bastards aren't having Naboo without a fight."
"God damn, Sarge. This is why I love my job!" Grizz chuckled.
Malesyn moved his hands back and forth gesturitively between his eyes and Grizz's then edged around the corner to scout their opposition.
"We've got a lot of men to hold off. We stick here until our ammos low, then draw forward and do a weapon's sweep while we make for the cargos. Whatever you can find, use it."
The men nodded, Malesyn nodded. It was game on.
Malesyn whipped his rifle around the corner and trained his sights on a roving soldier, yawning lightly as he made his rounds. His finger pulled on the trigger as he let out his breath, the rifle in his hands bucked into his shoulder, watching the aftermath as the security detail's head mushroomed and the lifeless body fell to the floor.
The sound of battle boomed over the skies then. And the familiar obstacle many knew as war unveiled itself in a curtain of bullets and blood.
Department: 4th BGD, 273rd SFD (Special Forces)
Rank: Corporal
Name: Naydo Malesyn (pronounced as: Nato male-son)
Race: Arkanian
Age: 20
Height: 6' 1"
Weight: 193 lbs.
Birth place: Arkania
Appearance: Standard Battle Dress Uniform of the Republic Military. In combat, he wears a flak jacket complete with Ammo cartridges displayed in the lower front. A gunner's back pack contains essentials such as food rations, change of clothes, an entrenchment tool, Gas Mask, as well as various other essential survival equipment. Binoculars, flares, thermal detonators are all within reach along a tactical belt. Navigational Gadget is sported on his left arm. Rifle hangs off of his chest when not in use.
Personality: While his charismatic attitude accentuates his status as an all around soldier for the Republic, Naydo Malesyn has embraced the important aspects of teamwork. Contrary to his appeal, Malesyn doesn't see himself as a superior to anyone. As a subsidiary to the common belief that all Arkanian's see themselves as the divine race of the galaxy, Naydo dyed his hair to ascertain himself to a more common status of a human being, despite the fact that his eyes are inherently white. He often keeps it kept as well, taking on a typical military crew cut.
Skills: Most of his exceptional skills derive from his ethnicity. They include:
Infrared Vision - (Which postulates an extreme sensitivity to light)
Above Average Strength/reflex - (Due, in part, to genetics tampering)
Close Quarters Training - (As required by all Special Forces recruits)
A slight attenuation to the force - (is sensitive, but does not believe nor pursue such a life.)
Unit Cohesion - (Malesyn works with 4 other operatives under his command, and much of his strength is composed in how he utilizes these 4 operatives. Ezparza is the group's rifleman and is usually in charge of suppressive and covering fire, Grizz is the grenades and explosives expert, Conner is Malesyn's Team Leader and second-in-command, and Aracles is the group's tech expert).
Armament
- Outland Rifle
- Adjudicator Slugthrower Pistol
- 2 Thermal Detonators
- Blaster resiliant Flak vest. Custom Military Issue for special forces
- Binoculars with NVG and Thermal Features
- Flash light (Attachable)
- Multi-tool (used for a variety of purposes "soldiers best friend" )
- Flares
- Survival Gear
- Combat Knife
- Tactical Grenades (flash-bang/concussion)
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 5
Leadership: 6
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 4
Ranged Weapons: 5
Alignment: +4
Force Abilities
Telekinetic: 0
Telepathic: 0
Body: 0
Sense: 1
Protection: 0
Healing: 0
Destruction: 0
Bio:
"Childhood"
"The children of this world will despise you, their parents will fear you. And you shouldn't blame them. The Arkanian Ancestry has neglected the importance of indifference. And because of that, we have fallen away from the grace of other races. With strength, and compassion, you will gain their respect. Through hard work and selflessness, you will become, what an Arkanian was truly meant to be, a worker, a helpful hand, a friend." Malesyn's Father at a sit down with his son.
Naydo Malesyn is a former member of the Arkanian society; a proud and defiant race of genetically altered humanoids who were infamously re-known for abducting sentient species and sabotaging their DNA strands to combine with their own. They are commonly referred to as mad scientists out for world domination. Their seemingly flawless appearance is the result of generations worth of genetic alteration. Giving Arkanian's a laundry list of strengths, such as improved reflex, muscular strength and endurance, and even the ability to see in infrared light. Malesyn's father was one of the few members of the society to neglect their almost religious views, and often refused to partake in what was considered customary. Fearing a revolt that would claim his family, Malesyn's father fled Arkania to a remote planet on the outer rims, sheltering himself and his family on the planet, Dantooine. There, he utilized his engineering and scientific abilities to help aid lower-class individuals, clearing up some of the misconceptions about Arkanian culture. Naydo, often aided his father as an additional hand up until his adolescence. As a young lad, Malesyn was often shunned because of his heritage, as his father had warned him. But he did not let the beatings and bashes deprive him of noble intentions. Malesyn studied their fear, studied their confusion. One night, he snuck out to gather parts in an attempt to create a number of jet-boards. The next week he confronted the children and handed them each his invention, instead of taking revenge, he made some invaluable friends, and enjoyed a day of jet boarding on the outskirts of Dantooine's fruitful fields. His father thought highly of his son's accomplishments, and took it a step further by inviting him into an apprenticeship with his business, using their knowledge in biology to eradicate corrupted strands of DNA and other various anomalies so that the locals led a healthy, fruitful life. Malesyn also partook in a number of sports. From boxing, to limmie, and crashball; and was noted for his leadership skills.
"Adolescence"
"Looks like the power converters are fried. Without these, you'll be sending so much power into the repulsors that the damn thing could explode." Malesyn as he diagnoses problems with a fellow neighbor's equipment.
Despite attending local school academies, Malesyn's father often followed up the cultural upbringings in biology and science-engineering. Stressing the importance of using this particular knowledge for the benefit of all, and not just for Arkanian society. The philosophy taught by his father stuck, and Malesyn grew up leaning toward a life of selfless servitude. His many achievements in aiding the people of Dantooine effortlessly changed the perception they first had when they arrived. Malesyn also took an interest in racing local ships through Dantooine, and was often a commendable pilot.
FATHER: "Why couldn't you just vote, Malesyn? That is a perfect way to serve the Republic!"
MALESYN: "There are many ways to serve the Republic, Dad... Voting is just the simplest." - Malesyn defending his decision to go into military service
The course of Malesyn's 18 years were fruitful and healthy, a luxury that not all were lucky enough to possess. Malesyn eventually came of age and broke the news to his father that he would be joining the Republic Military. Saddened but proud, they made their amends, and Malesyn prepared himself for what lay ahead.
"Adulthood"
At the exact appropriate age that was required to join the Alliance, Naydo showed up at the recruiting center to begin his journey to Coruscant, where the Academy training grounds had been and where he was to report for Basic Training and Entry Selection.
Basic Training was the equivelant of 10 weeks. Every 3 weeks were broken down into phases. The First Phase consisted of Standard Military Philosophy, history, and discipline procedures. This was the most important of all 3 phases as they taught everyone, including Malesyn, what it meant to be a soldier of the Republic and to serve as an asset amongst his peers. The Second Phase consisted of Rifle Marksmanship, Close and Unarmed Combat, Chemical and Biological Threats, and Basic Soldiering drills and obstacle courses. Malesyn and his battle buddies qualified with their weapons and preformed basic fighting manuevers at the discretion of their instructors. The Final Phase consisted of preforming military tactics and movements during a combat scenario. Malesyn was taught the set-in-stone basics of breaching buildings and other shelters, securing and setting up perameters, calling in air support, and medevac, as well as reporting SALUTES and SPOTS on a scrambled frequency via comlink.
Once graduation from Basic Combat Training was complete, soldiers were then shipped off to Advanced Individual Training to face more that the infantry had to offer.
During his time in AIT, Malesyn received a letter of recommendation to try out in the Special Operations entry training or SOT. An inventation he unhesitantly accepted.
The course of Special Operations Training contained sub-training courses which included Orbital Drop training, a Preperation course, the initial Assessment and Selection Program, the Qualification Course, Self-Skills (Small unit, and Special Forces tactics, language and survival Skills) course, an Occupational Course, a Language Course, an Indirect War Tactics Course, and a Fit to Survive Course.
Of the following courses Malesyn had experienced every grueling portion of them. After AIT, Malesyn was shipped off to the Orbital Training Organization outside of Coruscant's atmosphere near a small military conducted colony above it's surface. There, he successfully completed an orbit drop into a predetermined combat zone 5 times, as required by Republic military standards. Having completed this portion of training, he moved into the preperations course to be prepped for the selection and assessment process.
During preperations Malesyn underwent a hellish month of Physical Training and Land Navigation drills to prepare him for the ultimate challenge. Upon completing the preperations course he began his selection and Assessment process. For another 24 days, he was deprived of sleep, made to conduct physical feats, work under constant pressure, forced to think through fatigue and exhaustion, and expected to conduct with the other candidates as a team. Runs were conducted at random at day or night, in all kinds of weather, with 50lbs of equipment. Marches were conducted at random. Sleep, altogether, was relatively non-existant. Out of the 250 candidates who were selected to participate in Entry Selection, Naydo was one of 12 individuals who were actual graduates, after the assessment Naydo was shipped off to complete the Qualification course and become an elite soldier and high value asset for the Republic Military. After completing the remaining courses, Malesyn went on to earn his stay in the Alliance's 4th Brigade, 273rd Special Forces Division.
Holding time in service for 2 years as a Specialist, Malesyn served in a small squad based group of Special Force Operatives who worked closely with the Republic's top-end intelligence agents. Under the command of Sergeant Ferick at the time he followed the prestigious leader on orders to recon a site post on the outskirt's of the outerrim territories. Their mission was compromised mid-way in, and Malesyn's squad came under heavy fire. Ferik was downed in the process, but managed to hold on long enough to secure the area. Unable to fully recover from his wounds, Ferik promoted Malesyn to Corporal and tasked him with completing their objective. After an exchange of words, Ferik passed away, and Malesyn pushed forward, completing the mission, and bringing all of his men, including Ferik, back to their base of operations.
For his exemplary skills under extreme conditions, Malesyn was officially promoted to Corporal and formally placed in charge of the squad he once served under. Currently, he answers to authorities within Republic Intelligence HQ and to his superior Chain of Command and NCO support Channels within the 273rd SF Division.
TIMELINE
- Born in Arkania (3620BBY)
- Joins Republic Military (3602BBY)
- Graduates BCT/AMT/SOT (3601BBY)
- PCS to 4th Brigade, 273rd Special Operations Division, B Co. 2nd Platoon
- Deploys on First Priority Mission
- Promoted to Corporal
Password: Bylgia
RP Sample:
(This piece was taken out of an rp that transpired elsewhere, and does not reflect the current setting in this chatroom)
Malesyn crept through the foilage upon a crevice that overlooked the space port a few clicks from their AO. He pulled out his binoculars and focused in on the site of interest. Dusk had drawn upon them now, and Malesyn had removed his shaders to utilize his eye sight. This, undoubtedly, was his strongest resource. Perhaps the only thing the people of his kind were worth, in his eyes. Arkanians... deemed mad by the majority of the galaxy for their genetic infatuations, and their boisterous claims of superiority over other races. It was pathetic really. Without their resources in genetic research, Arkanians were nothing. To Malesyn, they were theives. Kidnapping races for their genetic code so that they could augment it into their own. It was nothing more than fynite tuning. Playing God, as most would say.
"Space ports buzzing this time of night."<br> Malesyn sighed as he rolled to his side; placing the NVG goggles in a pouch by his waist. He drew up his elbow again and supported his customized Outland rifle. A self purchased, self jury-rigged, gas-operated, magazine-fed, shoulder-fired weapon which Naydo utilized during his time in service. With the nack for blaster fire being so inaccurate despite it's high level of success, Malesyn decided to stick with a less sophisticated weapon and go with a more primitive rifle. To this end, he engineered it for success, cutting the barrel shorter so that it increased both accuracy and range, and strengthening the firing mechanism by conventional means. When tested, the rifle shot beautifully.
Malesyn glanced to his left and jerked his head back. A moment of silence transpired before a stark figure drew out from the waning shadows. It crept forward in a prone crawl. Passing through leaf and bramble until a face appeared within the feint light.
"Everyon's in position, Sergeant." he said as he scooted in next to the Squad Leader.
"Tell Grizz and Ezparza to cover fire while you, me, and Aracles move in." he motioned Conner over and gave him his rifle, pointing as Conner's eye settled behind the scope. "We'll take the communications tower closest to us, should be able to have Aracles hack through the firewalls and scramble a message to our friends in the sky. After that we'll start a ruckus down by the hangar bays, secure an LZ for our reinforcements. Once we rendezvous, we push for one of our ships. Aracles' will work his magic and hopefully we'll secure a few birds."
"A few?" Conner said, looking up from his scope and giving his Squad Leader a quizzid look. "Mission priority is to get the Senator out of here, Sergeant... what do we need more than one ship for?"
Malesyn patted him on the shoulder. "I'll fill you in once we get that far. For now, ready your men."
Malesyn rose up to a crouched position and grabbed his Outland rifle by the husk, pointing Conner off and turning his gaze back toward the dim lights surrounding the Space port.
It's about time we turned the tables..." he said with a smile.
-- Moments Later --
The group of five were together again. Their figures no more than shadows in the night as they pressed on slowly through the temperate regions of Naboo. Above them, ships flew in and out of the hangar bays, Sith oriented cruisers and fighters making their rounds back and forth from the blockade surrounding the planet. No doubt they had the everything on lock down. A typical tactic to ensure no one of any significant importance made an elaborate escape under their noses. He was rather surprised his Jedi affiliate had made it past the blockade in the first place. He wondered where Max was... probably thwarting their persuers trail as they pushed their way into Sith territory.
Malesyn gathered his men and pointed up. The rest of them nodded and aimed their rifles high. From underneath the barrel. Lines of rope shot out, pinging just underneath a concrete overhang 300 meters High. It was a long treck up, but Malesyn and his men were used to it. The men rose, attaching their rifles to their flak vest so that the spool under the barrel would gather the slack as they ascended toward their destination. Conner was the first to leave the ground, shooting up, as if some hand of god suddenly plucked him from the surface of Naboo, Malesyn was the next to be hoisted, then Conner, then Grizz, Ezparza, and Aracles. Before long, all of them were grabbing at the edge of the over hang, hoisting their weighted bodies over the edge, hands groping at waist lines and shoulders to ensure everyone made it safely up. Once everyone was accounted for, their weapons were situated at low-ready once more. It was official now... they were balls deep in enemy territory. What was once an elegant resort and economic marvel had become the irreputable stronghold to the Republic's most dubious foe.
Malesyn led his men, tracing the fence line until they were close to the communication tower in question. Pulling out a multi-tool, the squad leader clipped away at the wiring until their was a nice hole for them to pass through. One by one they entered the space port. Making their way down the edge of a hangar bay, using the shadows so that their enemy couldn't pin point them.
Malesyn could see into the night clearly. His infered vision picked up the enemy in multitudes. They scowered the entry ways, patrols and the like marching through the space port like it was theirs all along. With a slight head shake he continued on, following behind his soldiers as they drew closer to the tower.
Conner swept through the shadows, running along side Grizz as they snuck up on the two guards at the entry point. Malesyn counted two solid cracks from a distance as he watched the two bring the butt-stock of their rifles slamming across the jaw-lines of some unfortunate individuals. Two silenced shots echoed through the night.
"Two down." Came a raspy voice through Malesyn's comlink.
The rest of the men crowded around the door. Malesyn waited until everyone was in position before he turned the knob. The door creaked open, the first thing to enter being the muzzle of Malesyn's weapon. After a moment he followed through, each man behind the other at a shoulder hold, moving in like a silent train.
"Clear." Malesyn said silently as he pointed upward, a spiral stair case was their obstacle now. One after the other they stepped their way up. Their footsteps slow, and silent. Their silenced weapons trained at the ready in case some unsuspecting individual came clambering down after them. Conner was the first to reach the top. He slid by the next entryway and waited for the rest of his men. Malesyn gathered himself in front of the door, nodding once before Conner reached for the knob. Conner nodded back, then jerked on the handle, he pulled the door wide open as Malesyn charged, slamming into a shocked soldier the moment he whisked himself around. The control panel before him sparked as he tackled him. Two fists beating into the man's face before he grabbed him by the shoulders and brought him to the floor. A moment of struggle transpired as Malesyn got into full guard, then a glint of silver, and then silence.
Malesyn watched the life drain out of the Sith trooper's eyes before he yanked his combat knife out of the man's throat. He wiped it across the dead man's chest once before securing it within it's sheath, then motioned the rest of the team in.
"Take point." he glanced at Grizz, who barred himself up against their only exit. "Aracles, on me."
The silent tech expert let his rifle rest on his chest as he moved up to the panel instruments. He glanced at his squad leader for a moment before easing in on the keys. He orchestrated the panel, bringing up hologrids and streams of ineligable information. His hands swept through analogs and backdoors. Re-iterating the communications tower for their needs. Stepping back, he gave Malesyn his space. Malesyn looked at him once, admiring the man's work, before he keyed the comlink.
"Eagle base this is Talon Alpha. Naboo has been seiged by the Sith opposition. We have followed mission quota and have ensured the Senators safety. We request additional reinforcements. Secondary objectives are in place. We have infiltrated the space port and will secure an LZ for grounding procedures, over." Malesyn flipped off the switch and leaned back unsteadily. Silence filled the room for seconds. To the crew however, it seemed like hours.
"Talon Alpha this is Eagle base, god damn good to hear your voice, son. Reinforcements are on the way, hang tight and stay alive, over."
"Not an option, Eagle base, Talon Alpha out." As Malesyn turned, nothing but smiles adorned his eyes. He grabbed one his soldiers by the head and bumped it against his. They were almost home.
The crew quickly settled down. Malesyn moving back up to Grizz and patting him on the shoulder. They all knew what was coming next. They'd have to clear an LZ, which meant the group of five were about to stir up a hornet's nest. It wouldn't have been the first time they'd done so. But with dwindling provisions it didn't seem like the best of ideas at the time. If anything, it was a gamble Malesyn was willing to make.
The squad made their way back down keeping close and tight, as they were trained to do. Malesyn opened the door back out into the open. Moving past their dead guards and wrapping around the tower so that they could make their way toward the hangar bay. They set up positions next to a connex. What it held, they had no idea, but it was perfect cover. Malesyn leaned back toward his men. All of them readying themselves for the next series of events.
"This isn't our first picnic. You all know the drill. Once reinforcements arrive we'll have enough men to push into the space port. Aracles will re-acquire two ships. I'm taking one of them into the heart of the enemy. I don't know about you, but these bastards aren't having Naboo without a fight."
"God damn, Sarge. This is why I love my job!" Grizz chuckled.
Malesyn moved his hands back and forth gesturitively between his eyes and Grizz's then edged around the corner to scout their opposition.
"We've got a lot of men to hold off. We stick here until our ammos low, then draw forward and do a weapon's sweep while we make for the cargos. Whatever you can find, use it."
The men nodded, Malesyn nodded. It was game on.
Malesyn whipped his rifle around the corner and trained his sights on a roving soldier, yawning lightly as he made his rounds. His finger pulled on the trigger as he let out his breath, the rifle in his hands bucked into his shoulder, watching the aftermath as the security detail's head mushroomed and the lifeless body fell to the floor.
The sound of battle boomed over the skies then. And the familiar obstacle many knew as war unveiled itself in a curtain of bullets and blood.
