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May 10, 2009 19:00:15 GMT -5
Post by Darksword on May 10, 2009 19:00:15 GMT -5
Derga eyed the man for a moment, then chuckled. He motioned the man forward and turned, walking towards the door behind him and opened it and walked back into the room. He went to the other side and sat down in a chair next to a empty table. He motioned the man to sit opposite him and waited. Once he had sat, he set his sniper rifle on the table and looked over the man again, then said.
"Well, we are looking forpositions in our new group, the ESA... And from what I can sense, you are a Jedi... Probably a Grey Jedi... We could have a major position for you within our group.... my squad." He grinned. "If you want, you can join once having signed a couple documents. Once done, we'll log you in, decide on where you belong, etc. All the usual Army statistical stuff." He chuckled, then waited for the man to reply, wondering how he'd react. These beginning momewnts were always crucial for the new recuits to see if they'd fit into any group, even in this private army.
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May 10, 2009 19:54:07 GMT -5
Post by Hawke Belmont on May 10, 2009 19:54:07 GMT -5
Valen sat down in the chair and surveyed Derga for a few moments reading his eyes. Then smirked.
"I am a Grey Jedi yes. I am on neither side of the force. I do with it what I please."
Valen glanced down at the documents laid on the table.
"The ESA then huh? Your squad? What does your squad...do...?"
Valen flashed a smile
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Darksword
Good Shistavanen ...sit...stay...*growl* RUN AWAY!
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May 10, 2009 20:05:22 GMT -5
Post by Darksword on May 10, 2009 20:05:22 GMT -5
Derga chuckled. He leaned forward. "Its called the Force-User Elites... At least till we think of a better name. Basically, were like them--" He points out to the front where the Squad Leader was seen in his armor. "But much better. Basically a mix of our Elites and Operatives, plus Force abilities. I command them basically." He sat back again and motioned down to the documents. "If you wish to join, sign where needed and your in. Pretty simple. Your pay will be determined by how high in rank you are, what position you'll have, etc." He waited for the man to reply or start signing.
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May 10, 2009 21:38:11 GMT -5
Post by Mr.Bøbert on May 10, 2009 21:38:11 GMT -5
Dak was about to answer Derga, when there was a knock coming from the lobby. While Derga left to answer it, Dak remained seated. "Well," he said. "I was going to ask a few more questions, but Derga seems to favor more direct approaches, which is why I lead the patient, stealthy guys, while he leads those who blow stuff up. Anyways, you seem to have a healthy knowledge of weapons and such, and we're always looking fore new recruits...." As he said this, he saw Derga come out of the room with another being, and he chuckled quietly. ...No matter the age, much like the Mandalorians will take in young children and train them at only age eight. So, Fira, would you even be willing to join?"
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May 11, 2009 3:15:36 GMT -5
Post by Val - Warning:Contains Sarcasm on May 11, 2009 3:15:36 GMT -5
Fira blinked, unsure she had heard right. She had hardly ran inside this building expecting a job offer, and hadn't considered Nar Shaddaa to be the type of place she'd figure she would want to stay any longer than a bare minimum. There was something about this organisation though, something that made her interested in staying and seeing just what could happen if she did stay and put the effort in. This could be what she was made for. Just like when she'd knocked out those two gang members and handed them over to the police. She might have been made for this... profession, bounty hunting or whatever it was. A private army? Yeah, that was probably more like what it was, and she surprisingly wasn't put off by that concept.
"Um, are you sure? I mean, I'm not... I mean, I've never actually done any fighting stuff before. I don't even know how I know all this stuff about weapons and things." She paused for a moment, stopping herself and deciding to just give a straight answer and let him choose whether he wanted her in the club or not. "If you're OK to train me, then I'm up for it I guess."
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May 11, 2009 13:03:56 GMT -5
Post by Hawke Belmont on May 11, 2009 13:03:56 GMT -5
Valen sat the for a bit and eyed the papers and smirked. He then picked up the pen with his right hand and signed where he needed to
"Done"
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Good Shistavanen ...sit...stay...*growl* RUN AWAY!
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May 11, 2009 13:39:41 GMT -5
Post by Darksword on May 11, 2009 13:39:41 GMT -5
Derga nodded, taking the papers and looked over them a second before looking up and grinning. He put his clawed hand forward to shake. "Welcome to the ESA and to my squad." Upon shaking, he stood and walked to another door leading to a turbolift. He nodded to Dak, then as Valen joined him in the turbolift, the dorrs suddenly shut and they went to the second floor. As trhe doors slid open, he walked out and motioned for Valen to follow. He went into a room among many in a hallway, standing in the doorway. "This will be your room till we can get a few more recuits and ship you all to our base. Untill then, make yourself comfortable here and come on down when you unpack... Or stash your stuff somewhere. You and I have a job we can do here on Nar Shaddaa while we wait. Will gain us a good chunk of credits... And should be fun."
He grinned, then turned and headed for the turbolift. He quickly went down to the first floor and returned to the table. He tossed the papers to a random soldier and instructed him to give it to the secretary real quick, then he returned his attention to his rifle. He started to take it apart and make sure every piece was oiled, cleaned, and in perfect condition while watching the wrestling match, occasionally shouting with the others random bits of advice to the un-hearing contestants, who were probably on some other planet.
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May 11, 2009 14:42:54 GMT -5
Post by Hawke Belmont on May 11, 2009 14:42:54 GMT -5
Valen searched around his room in curiosity then unpacked. After, Valen went into the turbolift back downstairs and sat down on another chair near Derga and watched what was on TV
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May 11, 2009 20:16:32 GMT -5
Post by Darksword on May 11, 2009 20:16:32 GMT -5
OOC: Hey Valen, would we want to do the bounty first or the prison break? I would prefer the prison break first but I'll go with whichever you'd want to do. By the way, guys in the ESA especially Bobert, we need to get the Force User Armor on Arms and Armor and approved, including the Elite armor, cause I want to start using it on my charecter. Otherwise, he's using his modified Sith Recon Armor.
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May 12, 2009 12:46:18 GMT -5
Post by Mr.Bøbert on May 12, 2009 12:46:18 GMT -5
Dak nodded at Fira. "Of course. My last student graduated a few weeks ago, and I'm not needed on any current Ops, so I'd be happy to train you." He glanced over down the hallway, and saw Derga take the other newcomer into the turbolift, up to the next floor. Apparently, they had a new Force-user with them. That's good... he thought to himself. But those new Force Users can be unpredictable. Derga can be too trusting sometimes... but I guess Force Users can sense whether to trust another or not.... Pushing the thoughts out of his mind, he turned back to Fira."Tell me, Fira, what would you like to specialize in, should we decide train you?" he said as he stood up, motioning for Fira to follow, and walked towards the turbolift, waiting for it to come back down from the second floor.
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May 12, 2009 13:01:32 GMT -5
Post by Val - Warning:Contains Sarcasm on May 12, 2009 13:01:32 GMT -5
Fira watched as the man stood up, beckoning her to follow. She quickly grasped at the syringes, throwing them behind the chair silently before following. She wouldn't need them, and she doubted they'd be a good thing to have on her person. His question had thrown her a little, and she wasn't sure she was ready for this, not to mention deciding what to specialise in.
"Well I... I can do some things that others can't. There's... uh..." She didn't know how to explain it in a way that he'd understand. Even she didn't know what she was doing half the time. "I can feel emotions... and make people feel them, and make scents... I don't know what happens, it just does. And when I sometimes touch things..." She cut off here, deciding it would be a bad idea to talk about such a thing. Especially when she didn't want to use it.
They moved up to the turbolift, and she continued to consider her options. "I could do whatever really. I don't mind, I'm not particularly amazing at anything in particular."
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May 12, 2009 15:07:43 GMT -5
Post by Mr.Bøbert on May 12, 2009 15:07:43 GMT -5
Dak let his brain process what she said a few times while waiting for the lift before speaking. "Ah, so you are part Zeltron. Unless, of course, there is another species that can do what you speak of with those emotions and slightly pink skin." He was still wondering what she could have meant about touching things, but he decided to not press the matter further... for now. The lift door opened up, and he stepped in, motioning again for her to follow. Once the doors closed, he pressed the 'down' button, taking them down to the training area.
Upon stepping out, Dak flipped an old-fashioned lightswitch on, lighting up the permacrete hallway with four doors on either side, and one at the end. He stepped out of the lift, and headed towards the last door at the end of the hallway, revealing a large armory, with weapons varying from vibrodaggers, to sniper rifles, to grenade launchers. Also in the armory were various gadgets, such as night vision goggles, and lockpicks.
He picked up an older pair of night vision goggles, which did not have thermal vision or electromagnetic vision, like the newer ones which Dak and the other Stealth Operatives used. He handed them to Fira, along with a training pistol and a lockpick, not expecting her to know how to use the latter. "Alright, I'm going to put you through a training course, set on level one. I don't expect you to be able to make it through on the first try; this is simply a test of your current skills. The goggles are night vision, they will illuminate the blackest of nights in various shades of green. That," he said, as he pointed to the lockpick, "is a lockpick, made for old fashioned key-based locks, which are surprisingly common in the galaxy. You insert both pins into the lock and rotate one until you feel it click. The pistol doesn't actually shoot anything besides a laser which shuts down the training droids. Alright, follow me."
He walked out of the armory and went to the second door on the right, and opened it. It was pitch black inside. "Alright, go on inside. What I'd like you to do is to try to sneak through the first room, find a way through the old fashioned key-locked door, make your way through the next room, find the datapad, and bring it back. If you don't want to do this, you don't have to. Any questions?"
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May 12, 2009 17:09:25 GMT -5
Post by Hawke Belmont on May 12, 2009 17:09:25 GMT -5
OOC: Hey Valen, would we want to do the bounty first or the prison break? I would prefer the prison break first but I'll go with whichever you'd want to do. By the way, guys in the ESA especially Bobert, we need to get the Force User Armor on Arms and Armor and approved, including the Elite armor, cause I want to start using it on my charecter. Otherwise, he's using his modified Sith Recon Armor. Yeah I would prefer to do the prison break. I think it would be more fun and more members will be able to join it. We need to get a reporter as such as well. And how can we help approve the armour??
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Good Shistavanen ...sit...stay...*growl* RUN AWAY!
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May 12, 2009 17:36:40 GMT -5
Post by Darksword on May 12, 2009 17:36:40 GMT -5
OOC: Please put OOC before your posts on this kind of talk. Anyways, aye I agree. It'll be NPC's joining the ESA but still the same. Anyways with the armor, we just need either me, bobert or someone make the armor applications and putting em up to be approved. Also with the reporter, that's simple to get, already got one willing. Anyways where should they break into? What planet's prison? Like Kuat or Coruscant maybe?
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May 12, 2009 17:44:28 GMT -5
Post by Hawke Belmont on May 12, 2009 17:44:28 GMT -5
OOC: Woops sorry I thought I did. I think some big,BIG nortorious prison on Coruscant. This way more infamous inmates will be there, more chance of reporters etc
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May 12, 2009 20:34:23 GMT -5
Post by Val - Warning:Contains Sarcasm on May 12, 2009 20:34:23 GMT -5
"Zeltron? What are they?" The sentence slipped out of her mouth before she could really stop her impulse, and she didn't talk much for a while, not like she needed to do much. The man didn't seem to notice, instead rifling through several items before producing some night vision goggles, a training pistol and a lockpicking kit. She'd never used any of these things, but she knew what the mechanics of each were, especially after the lockpicking tutorial. She took the goggles, placing them on her head, trying not to mess her hair, and then pocketed the lockpicking kit. The pistol was strapped to her belt loosely, but it didn't slip. "Uh, no questions I guess. Not that I can think of anyway."
She stepped cautiously into the darkened room, hearing the door close behind her and straight away pulling the goggles across her eyes, activating the system to produce artificial sight. The green room before her detailed a group of droids, probably on stand-ground orders, which were facing varying directions and from what she could see, were armed with pistols similar to what she had. At the end of the room she could see the lock she was supposed to hack into, but there was at least half a dozen droids between her and it.
She stepped slowly forward, hearing the humming of the droid processors in the confined space echoing around her. She considered her options. She could either attack the droids all at once, hoping they weren't on some sort of social mode and wouldn't fire at her together, or she could try sneaking past them. Considering she hadn't held a blaster before in any memory she held, she decided for the latter, noticing a route that would lead her to the door assuming the droids could not see more than a few feet in front of them. At least she was hoping they couldn't, otherwise she could end up in the middle of the room surrounded very easily.
She began to make her way around the first droid, which didn't seem to notice her much. She got the feeling it had registered her presence but was under programming to ignore it unless she did something more specific. She continued around its side, walking between two others, and round a fourth before arriving several minutes later at the door. The sneaking around was exciting but scary at the same time, in that any movement that wasn't intentional could be the end of the exercise, and she didn't want to make a bad impression on the first go.
Moving towards the locks, she took one last glance at the green metallic objects behind her, before taking the lockpicks out of her pocket and doing as instructed. She held the left one still, placing the one on the right beside it and rotating it clockwise slowly. She heard, and felt, a click, realising it must mean that the lock had been opened. She smiled a little, removing the lock and observing the door slide open.
"Engage organic, protocol alpha-seven." The first two words had caused Fira to spin around, seeing the droids shake as they brought their pistols to bear. She didn't wait for the order to be completed before dashing inside behind the wall of the next room. She dropped the lockpicking kit, instead deciding to take the pistol approach to the problem. She peered around the corner, seeing the droids approaching her position. She had no experience of this weapon, so tried her hand, firing three shots quickly. Two failed epicly, missing all six droids, but the last caught one square in the chest. She smiled, moving back into cover, trying to focus on the positives. She could see the datapad further into the room, but didn't want to go for it before eliminating the hostiles.
She poked her head out again, bringing an arm around with the pistol ready to fire again, suddenly realising how strange her day had been so far, and how she could never have imagined this would be happening. The thought lingered for a moment too long, leaving her exposed, and a droid took the opportunity, sending a laser shot straight into her hand. She dropped the pistol in pain, yelping and falling back to the comfort of the wall.
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May 12, 2009 21:25:26 GMT -5
Post by Darksword on May 12, 2009 21:25:26 GMT -5
OOC: Alright then, well lets get it started.... I am bored and want to get the RP done as quick as possible.
As he finished working on the sniper rifle, he saw his wrist datapad shudder as he got a signal. He quickly brought it up to his eyes, inspecting the surface quickly. He saw there was a new bounty up for here on Nar Shadda, involving some slave trader causing some troubles for the Exchange. He grinned at that though quickly switched to the more important update about Coruscant. He stood and turned to Valen, eyeing him a moment. He then snapped his fingers and motioned for him to follow him. "You interested in your first mission? I have a assignment for us." As Valen got up to follow him, he turned and went to the turbolift, waited till he was within then clicked the button going to the second floor.
As they reached it, he stepped out and motioned to Valen's room. "Get any of your equipment you may need. I'm getting mine." He quickly walked down the hallway and around a corner to another hallway. He stopped at a door and typed in a pass-code. The moment he did, it slid open instantly. He walked into the dark colored room, most of the furniture and walls colored or made of black materials. He went over to a large armored closet door with a DNA and pass-code lock. He put his hand to the DNA reader and typed in the code. The locks within the metal door unlocked with a snap and slid open, showing a large suit of Sith Recon Armor. It was a bit darker then normal armor and had some red striped along his arms and legs, though otherwise it looked normal.
He stared into it's emotionless gaze for several minutes before taking it down and quickly slipping it all on till he was covered from head to foot in the armor. He grabbed a few more pieces equipment within the closet, then reached into the very back. He gripped something and pulled out a black cylinder. He looked over his lightsaber, admiring it's reflective sheen in the black durasteel handle. He quickly slipped onto his belt, then shut the closet. He turned and left the room, strapping on the last bits of equipment as he walked down the hallway, back to Valen's room.
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May 12, 2009 21:38:07 GMT -5
Post by Mr.Bøbert on May 12, 2009 21:38:07 GMT -5
Dak glared at the screens. Apparently, the system had an error, and had kept the training blasters used by the droids kept at level three. At level one, the lasers werent supposed to hurt, just simply have your own training pistol tell you where you had been hit in a quiet mechanical voice. Suddenly, the computer began shooting sparks, and took it to level 6. The bolts would now cause extreme pain, enough to make a Wookie flinch. He'd tested it before. The Wookie had not stopped yelling at him in his native language for days. Deciding that she might not be able to hold off all the droids at once, and she might even leave if there was too much pain, though he doubted the latter, he pulled open a closet door in the control room, and grabbed some of his own practice gear.
A pair of night vision/thermal vision/ EM vision goggles, his own training pistol, his training knife, which was just like a tiny harmless lightsaber, and his training rifle. All set to level one, he made sure this time. He also grabbed a med kit, to treat Fira's burns.
Leaving the control room, he walked out into the hallway and silently opened the door to the training room, and stepped in. Perhaps it is time to show her what she would be able to do one day if she stays with us. he thought to himself.
Pulling his goggles over his head, he switched them to thermal mode. He could see the heat signatures of the droids, there were six of them, one lying on the ground, the one Fira had shot seconds ago, and two other ones who had been hiding, now rushing to help the others. His rifle dropped those two. Damn, those two weren't supposed to activated until level two. I'll have to have a technician go over the system. The remaining three kept firing their pistols at Fira.
Knowing their programming would lead them to not detect him if he snuck up on them, unless that had been corrupted as well, he stealthily crept up on the one closest to him, pulling out his training knife, grabbing the droid, and pressing the glowing blade to where the droid's throat would be, if it were alive, and it crumpled to the ground. Unfortunately, the sound sensors must've been set to another level, as the other two turned to him. "Sithspit." he said, and dove to the ground, pistol in hand, firing. They fell to the ground, and he was unharmed. He got up, and went over to Fira, pulling out the medkit.
"Sorry 'bout that. Computer's on the fritz, it's making everything a bit hard--" he was interrupted mid-word as he heard a familiar noise of the walls on the other side of the room sliding open, and three Wookie-sized droids--which the wookie who'd been shot by the level 6 guns had suggested be put in-- stepped out of the wall, armed with training bowcaster-like weapons.
"....er" he finished.
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Post by Val - Warning:Contains Sarcasm on May 13, 2009 6:32:30 GMT -5
The droids had just been rounding the corner, ready to take full body shots at her, when they had suddenly turned away, apparently distracted, before being shot to the ground from the other room. Looking, she saw the man she had been sent in by, who approached her offering medical aid and apologies. He didn't quite get the sentence out, though, before another door could be heard opening. It creaked and groaned, before the forms of a further three droids could be seen approaching. Fira stared a second before lunging to the floor for her pistol, which she'd dropped a few seconds ago. She returned attention to the droids, noticing they had more advanced weaponry. Bowcasters? Seriously...
The thought barely crossed her mind before she began firing with the pistol. She was feeling used to the small object in her hand now, and hit two of the droids with the pistol after only a few shots, though that didn't stop either of them. Multiple shots or specific targeting would probably needed.. She turned to the man next to her as she fired once more, clipping an arm. "Fight or run?"
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May 13, 2009 11:18:49 GMT -5
Post by Hawke Belmont on May 13, 2009 11:18:49 GMT -5
Valen nodded and entered his room. He already had his light saber attached on the left hand side of his belt, he never went anywhere without it. He ran to his smaller trunk in which as he unlocked it, the roof of the trunk lifted up and to small platforms opened up either side. He looked into the trunk to find his 'outings' gear. He grabbed a few pieces within the side platforms, simple medical packs and other numerous survival gear. Valen then grabbed his tri-blaster, in which has saved his life a number of times. Once all his gear was strapped in Valen then slid his tri-blaster into the hilt just above his right knee. Valen then turned and went out of his room
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