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Regnier
I get paid to kill bodies, and I enjoy my job. Any questions?
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Maimkillburn?
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Jan 6, 2009 0:06:14 GMT -5
Post by Regnier on Jan 6, 2009 0:06:14 GMT -5
"Well, damn..."
Pace slowed at the edge of the ramp and motioned the Devaronian past her as she took in the sight laid before her. And a magnificent sight it was. About the only thing better an infantry commander who had led Special Forces teams for years could ask for was...hell, Mandalorians. Pausing only briefly, she continued forward, pacing along the front line, her head turned slightly. Typically, it was a little difficult to impress a former career Spec Op, but...well, it was hard not to be impressed. If these soldier's training matched their gear, then this would be the kind of force Pace would be confident to hit a fortified planet with...which was exactly what they were intended to do. And, well, if their training wasn't up to the standards of a woman who believed anything less than Special Forces quality was sub-par...
Pace almost smiled. They were worth the time, unfortunately for them.
Kreenig, on the other hand, was only impressed by two things, and the first was something most superior officers would kill you over even contemplating. Lowering himself to the height of the nearest man, he stared into the helmet with narrowed eyes and prodded his chest-plate stiffly. "Hmm...wish we'd had thish awhile back..." The other thing, well...that was highly ille-
The Devaronian froze as he looked the man before him over. For the first time in quite awhile, First Sergeant Desto Kreenig, Rapid Response and Assault operator, was impressed. He dropped to one knee and stared at the disruptor pistol. "They...they have...dish-"
"Sergeant, pick your jaw up off the floor and stop drooling."
"Ma'am."
"You private sector people always get the best toys...the things I could do with this tech...alright, so they're equipped beyond probably any military force out there, I'll give you that, and if this is your normal infantry load-out, I'm almost afraid to see what your specialties have...AT, heavy weapons, close-quarters..."
Kreenig twitched. He was almost giddy. Up close and personal was what he did, and anything that made him more effective at close range was the best present he could think of. As it was, he'd spent most of the money he'd made in his career on piecing together his own blaster-shotgun, and that was capable of turning people into smoldering mush at thirty feet.
"Can't wait to see what they're capable of."
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Dire Wolf
So who's ready to help me sock ol Adolf on the jaw?!
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Have dakka will travel
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Jan 14, 2009 2:24:26 GMT -5
Post by Dire Wolf on Jan 14, 2009 2:24:26 GMT -5
Jarax sighed and looked down at the deck of the shuttle, his unit had been moving back and forth between planets for the past couple of weeks and did not get anything as far as operations or missions. He was honestly growing weary of travel millions... billions of miles for nothing. If he got nothing this time he may just go Fringe and take out as many contracts against the Sith Empire as possible, at least then he would be making a pretty penny along the way. Of course the Republic may not be too happy with that decision, they probably had millions invested in Sarsyn's training. He doubted if they would even let his term run out, not that he ever would let it, times were just getting too hard for him to turn his back on the republic now... on the eve of war. The voice of the pilot snapped him out of his thoughts "5 minutes, Lt. Sarsyn." Jarax then turned back to the 3 other men behind him and held up 5 fingers.
He then pulled out a datapad and re-read his orders, he was to report to Brigadier General Pace and a Yuar Nedra. "Civilians with clearance... great." Was the first thing that crossed Sarsyn's mind, hopefully this one did not have a stick up his rear end, unlike most of the Civies with high clearance. Then something caught Jarax's eye, it was a capitol ship with a different paint job, he had to admit the blacks, oranges, and gold trim were most certainly a better paint job and camouflage than the traditional republic white and red. The words "Prepare to dock." rang in his ears shortly before his ears poped as the shuttle was normalizing air pressure with the inside of the ship they recently docked with.
He was stopped by a sentry clad in an all black power suit with an expensive looking blaster leveled on his chest "State your name and business" was all that the man bothered to say. "I'm Black, he is White, Blue, and Red" Sarsyn replied to the sentry while pointing at the 3 men behind him "Here is a copy of my orders signed and dated by Lt. General Selgana." Jarax said as he passed the man a datapad. "Well, Black, everything appears to be in order. Mr. Nedra and General Synyri are just down that way" The man pointed down a corridor, Jarax replied with a curt nod and headed off down the corridor.
Jarax walked through the first door to see Nedra, Gen. Synyri, and one of her aids inspecting a rather menacing looking garrison of what looked to be shock troopers. He straightened his back, walked over to the 3, instantly snapped a crisp saluted Gen. Synyri "2nd Lieutenant Jarax Sarsyn, reporting for duty as ordered, ma'am" he said. After the General returned his salute Jarax nodded at Nedra and spoke again "I heard that you needed something done, ma'am." the recently commisioned lieutenant said as he handed her a datapad that contained his orders.
He really hoped that this was not another "nope, the situation has been fixed" situation, he was indeed growing weary of traveling. He would have preferred being a garritrooper on Coruscant over that, at least then he could be with his family.
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Ardenator
Doo Wop Gold
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I find your lack of sandwiches disturbing
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Knight
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Jan 16, 2009 17:02:16 GMT -5
Post by Ardenator on Jan 16, 2009 17:02:16 GMT -5
Nedra nodded, beaming with pride. "Me either. I would like it very much for you and your Special Ops men to... bolster their skills. They're all yours, General. These are the basic infantrymen, if you'll follow me we can observe some of our armor and specialized forces..."
He stopped in midstep, slightly startled by the appearance of four troopers. They reported to Pace. Between that, and the tall, slightly arrogant way they carried themselves, Nedra pegged them as Spec Ops. Whatever they were, they were a welcome addition. Nedra wasn't aware that the Republic was allocating any more resources at Mon Calamari, but the more the merrier. They could use every single person they got.
He was obviously not a part of this conversation, so he took the moment to step back and pull out his holonet-connected datapad. ESS stocks had fallen with the ceasefire agreement, but Nedra's actions soon would send them spiraling back up. They were a company covering the half of military industry that OmniCorp didn't, focusing on ship production and security services. He saw a lot of potential there, for both companies. About 18% of their stock was open for open trading. That was... a lot of money. It seemed Nedra would be draining his bank accounts, once again. That was fine. When next quarter's profits came in he could buy a small planet.
A couple more clicks, and it was done. Nedra was the second-biggest stockholder. He tapped his holowatch, summoning his Executive Officer on the Defiant, Admiral Kigh.
"Yes, sir?" His holo-image crackled to life, portraying a tall, skinny man, balding in his middle age. He wore a sloppily-adorned uniform, an eye-patch covering his right eye. He was a gruff man, with alcohol problems stemming from a tough past, but he was fiercely loyal, and a great tactician. Nedra had no qualms with men that didn't fit the status quo. He respected results, not methodology.
"Admiral, establish a comlink with ESS headquarters. I would like to speak the majority stockholder and CEO. I've recently bought a lot of their stock."
"Aye-aye, sir."
A click confirmed that the link was established. Now he just had to wait for an answer...
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Zarkan
Octoboobies! omnomnomnomnom
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Mists of time swirl about the mists of the mind.
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Jan 16, 2009 19:16:28 GMT -5
Post by Zarkan on Jan 16, 2009 19:16:28 GMT -5
"Ma'am" Light glared through Iriel's eyelids as she vaguely registered some one yelling at her. "Murr." Iriel's said or rather groaned as she attempted to roll over. "Ms. Valamor!" The yell stabbed into here brain reminding poor iriel that she really should drink less. "Alright, Alright I'm up Keira, what is it?" she just caught keira's glare as she seat up in her bed. "Seems the remaining public stock as been bought by a Mr. Nedra and he wishes to speak to you." Iriel sighed before speaking. "Ok I'll talk to him as soon as I'm done taking a shower."
Twenty minutes later a some what soggy iriel came out of here room and into the main portion of the estate passing dozens of aides and other riffraff before she entered her office and cued up the main communications terminal and connected to the private corporate servers before sending a message to this nedra.
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Leo
[glow=red]EPIC!!11!#i[/glow]
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Jan 18, 2009 0:47:51 GMT -5
Post by Leo on Jan 18, 2009 0:47:51 GMT -5
Quazigo sighed deeply as he tended to his weapon. The same routine over and over again had never seen more important... not until now. He was in a small transport en route to the republic military headquarters, he, however, had no idea where he was going... so he was in full gear, ready to fight.
The 30 other snipers in the ship were doing the same thing, readying their equipment, and not talking to each other. The 30 most elite snipers in the republic all of them sporting their own armor and bringing their own equipment. They all came from the same training, republic military sniper and recon training. Quazigo was the only non-human there, being a bothan sometimes was not easy.
The doors to the transport suddenly opened and they were in a hallway... a man... some sort of officer said he was going to lead them to Brigadier General Pace, just so they knew who they were addressing. The snipers all followed the officer to a Human inspecting repuplic troops. The officer saluted and said
"General Pace, I have here 30 of the best snipers in the galaxy at your service... what are your orders?"
Quazigo was astonished..... does one really walk up to his superior and just ask that? he must have been suicidal.
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