Mandalorian Spec Ops: Training Center{Invite Only}

[projectsunfire]

Dxun... If there were a contest in the galaxy for winner of dark and deadly places, Dxun would make a fine contender.

Deep amongst the ravines and jungle of Dxun lies a Taung Temple built by Mandalore the Ultimate to commemorate his fallen predecessor, Mandalore the indomitable. It was here that Mandalore the Unassailable chose to have his secret facility built.

The old ruin belied a secret that ran deep into the limestone bedrock of the jungle. Unbeknownst to many, even to the Mandalorians that resided here, a new special operations training center had been created. It's entrance was over grown with trees, and other plant life.

Inside the old ruin, a bunker was built that runs deep into the bedrock. It contains all manner of accomidations from a barracks to an armory.

The First room you encounter, is the Hangar. It's shaped like half a cylinder with a hydrolic elevator in the center that goes down into the "Corral", a room of equal size to the Hangar meant for holding small craft, speeders and the like. The hangar's local stone ceiling is reinforced by durrasteal beams, though it's lighting is poor, so as not to alert anyone or anything curious.

At the back of the Hangar there is a freight elevator. More or less a wide room that moves via repulsor lift in a small virtical shaft. It has access to a maitinence hatch that goes into the Corral, though its western faceing main door opens out into the long connecting hallway that runs along the various rooms within the complex.

Everything on the bottom floor is well lit, and mimics a soft white pallete of collorings, meant to imitate natural light.

In the Hallway there are pallets stacked with various necessities. Plasteel canisters filled with Rations, and food suppliments, as well as medicines and bulk food stuffs. Several large crates of Energy Cells, and weapons power packs also share this space. The occasional cluster of Tibanna Gas Canisters are located in conveneint locations.

The first door on the left leads to a cylindrical room that houses an interrogation chamber, several holding cells, and a Containment feild, meant for holding Force Sensitives.

The first door on the right leads to the modest Medical Ward. Containg necessary droids and equipment, includeing 6 Bacta tanks.

The Second Door on the right leads to a mess/breifing room. Containing a large Holo-screen, information terminals, as well as a large table in the center for eating, and converseing.

The Door at the end of the Hallway leads into a vaulted, cylindrical room. Containing double bunks. The room is capable of being sealed in case of an emergency.

The Second Door to the left leads into the Armory. That room has two doors one goes upstairs to the bottom floor of the main temple. The Second leads to the shooting range, and work stations for making modifications to weaponry and armor.

The Shooting range has several lanes open for shooting various weaponry, from small caliber concussion pistols, to energy based tank busters.

The Temple floor above contains a battle circle. Archaic, though it may be. The battle circle represents one of the most sacred aspects of Mandalorian Culture. Proof through trial of Arms.

[Meira]

The transport landed in a hangar. The overhead doors closed before the ramp lowered to let the soldiers disembark. They were met by an officer, who escorted them to another transport. This one to take them overland to their destination. Few words were exchanged, and Trin said nothing the entire time. The transport they now sat in, like the space transport, had no viewports to see through. They rode in silence for some time before coming to a stop.

They unloaded in another hangar, similar to the first, but not large enough for any star ship to land in, only ground based vehicles. All light was artificial, and by the looks of the hangar, they were underground. Trin was handed her bag and she stood, looking around and wondering when they would be told what was going on. Inside, she was abuzz with anticipation, but her face showed only the practiced look od a soldier, passive and blank, yet ready.

[projectsunfire]

The damp smell of rain and plant life was pungent. Somewhere outside one could hear the soft fall of rain, the chirping of insects, and the occasional wail of an animal.

The hangar was poorly lit. The men that had brought them there, for the most part ignored their passengers. Including questions asked them. They unloaded a cargo of Rations, Medical Supplies, and weapons in silence.

A soft hiss was heard at the far side of the hangar and a crack of light appeared beneath what was identifiably a thick blast door. The light within was brilliant, and it cast a long shadow over the hangar floor as the door lifted vertically silhouetting a tall figure. The door made a soft shunting noise as it reached its apex. Everything and everyone was quiet and still.

The Figure walked forward out of the light, and the soldiers in the hangar got their first personal look at him. His boots made little sound as they thumped across the native stone floor. His armor was of familiar Mandalorian make, including the T shaped visor. The coloring was unusual, being entirely in the gray scale. Small squares peppered the surface in a patchy and blotched pattern. The number []| was stamped over left breast, in the darkest gray his suit seemed to exhibit. His shoulder bore the familiar symbol of the Basilisk skull.

He walked within one meter of them and halted. The soldiers lined up quickly and quietly, without orders. This gave him pause, as if he were expecting something else. He nodded at them and began to pace down the line looking at each of them through his façade. He stopped momentarily when he reached Trin. He hunched slightly and tilted his head to bring his gaze to her level. After a briefly awkward pause he moved on. When he reached the end of the line he halted and straightened his back. His helmet seemed reminiscent of a Howlrunner, a carnivorous canine from Kamar. His overall appearance however, seemed more like a carrion bird.

He turned on his heel and paced back looking them over again, almost hungrily. When he reached the center of their line he turned and faced them. With a slow, but strong, motion of his hand he unlatched his helmet and a soft whoosh of air announced the depressurization of his suit. With both hands he removed his helmet and placed it under his arm. The man beneath the helmet had a face pocked with scars, including a rather brilliant one on his right side that ran from his forehead down to his chin.

One of the soldiers bowed low when he recognized who he was. “Stop that immediately.” Solus’ad barked. He didn’t want bad habits to spread. “You two!” he said pointing at the two men that had transported them to the hangar. “Take this one-“ and he pointed to the man now confusedly returning to attention. “-back to Mandalore.” One of the two men bashed the man on the back of the head and the two carried him to their vehicle. After they had loaded him in they left, closing the hangar door behind them.

Solus’ad turned his gaze on the remaining trainees; his eyes were narrow, and calculating.”Welcome to Dxun.” He said as he paced down the line slowly, his boots making their soft thumping noise against the stone floor. When he spoke again his voice was soft, yet firm. “I am not a god whose feet you lay your tithes at. I am a man, just like you, your brothers, or your fathers. I, like any of you, could die tomorrow. So do not waste respects on a man you do not know. I will earn your respect, just as you will earn mine.” Solus’ad halted when he reached the end of their line and turned. “No one knows about this facility accept for a select few. Those who built it have been dead since the Reign of Canderous Ordo.” Solus’ad stood straight, and looked ahead. “Now grab the equipment and double time it inside. We have a lot of work ahead of us.”

Solus’ad walked with them and picked up as much gear as he could carry. With his helmet under his left arm, and a large repeater slung over his right shoulder he followed his soldiers inside, and he shut the door behind them.

[TJ]

It was almost hard for Delmon to keep his composure, having two revelations in such a short period of time had that effect on people. He had never seen any pictures of mandalore, nor had he heard his voice. He was a normal man like he thought, his equal in Delmon's eyes. Not the god king that everyone played him out to be. He was also home, without even knowing it he was on the planet of his birth. If they where sent to train in the jungle this "special" training would actually be enjoyable.

His thoughts raced as he carried several containers and boxes. Walking in unison with the other recruits as they made their way towards another unknown location.

[Meira]

Trin was in a struggle with a particularly stubborn fastener on her bag when the blast door at the end of the room began to open. Like the others, she seemed to have forgotten what she was doing as she turned to watch the door's slow ascension. The light from behind the door was incredible, compared to the dim lighting in the hangar, yet no one seemed to be able to tear their eyes away, especially now that it was clear that a figure stood on the other side.

As that figure approached, some of the soldiers who were already from this facility scrambled into a formation. Following suit, the new arrivals, including Trin, did the same. Once close enough, the figure could be seen clearly. Or, at least his armor could. He made a pass along the group, stopping in front of Trin, hunching over to look her in the eye, and then moving on. Yes, she was the only female soldier present, and yes, she was a good five inches shorter than the rest. She was used to it. She continued to stare straight ahead as the rounded and slightly distorted reflection of her face bobbed in front of her from his visor until he moved on.

He made another pass, and Trin was beginning to wonder just who this man was. It didn't take long to figure out, however. He stopped, front and center, and then removed his helmet. Well, Trin still didn't know who he was, but someone at the end of the line apparently did. She didn't see the soldier's movements, but the figure's reaction to them made it clear enough that standing still was a good idea. It was soon revealed, by telling them what he was not, that this man was Mandalore. As in, THE Mandalore. That psych evaluator wasn't lying.

Orders were given and Trin quickly collected her bag, which she slung over her shoulder, two grenade belts hung over each arm, and two cases of blaster clips. It seemed like alot, and it was, but it wasn't that heavy. Trin wasn't about to burden herself down and call out attention to herself. She would carry a large number of light things so that she could keep up, and leave the heavier object to the soldiers more suited to heavy lifting. She fell in line with the rest, and they all moved quickly into the complex.

[Lucilius Solo]

Beskar couldn't believe it. Mandalore was standing before him. Beskar had heard rumors that there was a new Mandalore, but no knew wether he lived or not. Beskar always thought when people said "Mandalore wishes you to aid him" that it was just a way of rallying the Mandalorian clans together. Yet here he was, Mandalore. Beskar picked up his equipment and slinging his rifle over his back, followed the rest of them inside.