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Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Jun 11, 2009 3:56:08 GMT -5
The briefing room was flooded with a comfortable light. Its offwhite walls complimented by the softly tinted windows that covered every wall. In the center of the room was a large holo table. It was not emitting any images yet, but it had been turned on in anticipation. A small theatre of seats surrounded it, though they would not be filled today.
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Jun 14, 2009 15:28:26 GMT -5
Post by Jace on Jun 14, 2009 15:28:26 GMT -5
Squad division ready, Insertion strategy finalized, targets confirmed. Bane ran through all the necessary components for the final briefing to the invasion of Shogun. It had taken a considerably larger amount of planning than anything he had done before. His missions while important, tended to be on a much smaller scale. Bane was the man orchestrating this invasion, and the honor of that was not lost on him.
His Special operations squad was also going to bigger than the last mission. This time they would be splitting up into two different groups. Bane would be leading one, and he was both reassured and worried by the person who would be leading the other. It was not that he doubted the man's skills, just that Bane wouldn't be by his side to protect him. It couldn't be helped though, Bane just needed to make sure he and his squad got their job done.
I wonder if my new armor is ready....
Bane had made himself new armor prior to the mission on Coruscant, but hadn't finished painting it yet. He hadn't found himself the chance to paint it, so he left instructions with an old militia buddy of his. The color would definitely work well for this upcoming mission. Bane's current armor had taken a severe beating during the last mission. It was the armor he had been using since he was just a regular militiaman back when he was younger. He figured this invasion was the perfect time to put aside the old, and put on the new.
He decided to stretch out a bit until the others arrived. Luckily his wounds had been treated well, and healed relatively fast. Pain wouldn't stop him, but he rather it be absent if there was a choice. Bane had no doubt that he would be subject to a great deal of pain in the coming days. There was a good chance he might even die, he just hoped it wasn't to some di'kutla tracy'uur. He rather get run through by a blade than shot by some hut'uunla blaster.
To Bane, the blade was the ultimate weapon of a true warrior. It didn't kill a man from far away, but it did tell you about the man you were killing. The blade was so much more personal, and Bane believed it required much more discipline. Being proficient with a blaster required you to stand and shoot at a target again and again. A blade required so much more, it honed the body and the mind, it created a warrior as sharp as its blade. Bane tilted his head back slightly to see the hilt of the Katana strapped to his back.
Soon my friends, Soon...
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Jun 14, 2009 23:53:20 GMT -5
Post by Sait on Jun 14, 2009 23:53:20 GMT -5
Caazun eased his way down the hallways towards the briefing room at a snail's pace-- he was going to be busy today, far too busy to practice fun activities like target practice or incinerating helpless PoWs. His semi-crippled leg fumbled around like blind dog, barely able to keep up with the good one. He reached the Briefing Room and after a quick ID check was granted entrance.
Immediately upon entering, the colonel spotted Brigadier General Haseful seated in a chair staring rather strangely at the katana strapped to his back. He raised an eyebrow under his helmet (which he wore at all times, no exception, unless ordered directly by a superior to remove it) and remembered his own weaponry-- twelve holsters scattered around his body to carry long, mid, and short-range blasters. He always smiled at the General's seeming distaste for anyone wielding a blaster, but never wavered in his tactics. Caazun immediately stood at attention to salute the man. Regardless of how little he personally thought of other races, he knew that any man to attain the rank of general in such a powerful army had earned his fair share of respect.
"General Haseful, it is good to see you again. I trust you are doing well after recovering from a trip to the ward?" the colonel asked rhetorically.
Caazun stepped away to monitor the mission briefing once again. He had not only his own forces to think about this time, but a large portion of the invasion team would be looking to him for leadership as a colonel. He located the invasion site and memorized every detail by heart-- even making mental notes on where to send which grouping. The planet's design seemed simple enough, but he wondered how strong the resistance forces would be. The numbers were all there, but numbers never told the whole story...
"Brigadier General Haseful, what is the current time estimation before the invasion begins? I noticed everything seems to be going smoothly, so I assume we will be leaving soon. My men are prepped for departure at your command, sir."
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Jun 15, 2009 18:52:25 GMT -5
Post by Meira on Jun 15, 2009 18:52:25 GMT -5
Trin had received her orders to report to the briefing room after she had returned from her afternoon run. She had just enough time to jump in the refresher and change into a clean set of fatigues.
She entered the room to see that she had actually arrived quite early. Only two others were present. Trin saluted Bane and the other officer she did not recognize as she entered, then moved quietly off to the side so as not to disturb their conversation further.
Soon, the briefing would start and the next move would be revealed. After the last two missions, Trin was eager to see just how they might top themselves this time. She took a seat along the wall, smiling to herself in anticipation.
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Jun 15, 2009 19:39:54 GMT -5
Post by Mara on Jun 15, 2009 19:39:54 GMT -5
[...from Awkward Silences]
After the conversation outside the main HQ building with Bane, Ambria had only had half an hour to prepare herself for the coming mission briefing. But she had used the time wisely, packing her small blaster pistol away after she gave it a thorough cleaning. She no longer had had the time for the small nap she had planned on taking, and so she splashed a little water on her face to refresh herself a little bit.
The conversation had taken some turns and went into areas she hadn't expected, nor wanted to explore. But she forced it all out of her mind, putting on her Mandalorian game face. This was not the time to dwell in the past, even if she wanted to, which she didn't. She glanced at her clothes, the simple articles of clothing she was still wearing. Ambria briefly contemplating donning her full set of armor but decided against it. By the time she had gotten back to her quarters and made it to the briefing room, there wouldn't be enough time to do so.
So she remained in her simple leggings and tunic, straightening wrinkles where she found them and running a brush quickly through her short hair. It was only a briefing, anyway. Casual, right? She took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a second, willing her mind to empty of all thoughts except for the coming mission. After she did so, she felt much better. Ambria just hoped that her mind would remain clear for the entirety of the briefing.
Ambria left her quarters behind, making her way through the halls to the briefing room. Upon entering, she noticed she was still fairly early and was glad for it. After everything that happened since she had awakened, arriving late to a mission briefing might be the last straw. Two of three in the room she recognized: Bane and Trin. Having run into her CO earlier, she wasn't surprised at his adding ranking bars indicating his status as a Brigadier General. She was happy for him and knew the man deserved it.
She nodded briefly to Trin, taking a seat near the other woman's. With the other officer now in conversation with Bane, Ambria kept quiet and let her eyes and ears figure out about this new addition to their team.
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Jun 15, 2009 22:13:45 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Jun 15, 2009 22:13:45 GMT -5
Italia was nervous once again.
It wasn't because of the mission, oh no...though she might have been intelligent to be nervous about that as well...no, it was rather because she was, for the first time in her life, going to be joining the military. It had been something she'd easily, and politely, avoided for most of her life, and she'd been more than happy with that outcome. Now, however, things had changed. Her time had been considerably chewed up over the past weeks, leaving her little time to even contemplate the possibilities of the mission to come. She'd picked up Ark's old armor that had been adjusted to her size and body shape and she'd done some modifications of her own to make it more flexible and silent, adding bits of leather to pad edges, or removing bits of metal to keep the armor from rubbing against itself when she couldn't add to allow her to do her job properly without hindrance. She'd been sporting the new armor for several days now, working in it, moving in it, running in it, training in it, basically living in it to get used to the weight. It was tiresome at first, her body unaccustomed to the heavier metal and padding of the full armor as opposed to her own, more scout like, armor. Itani had been fitted with the scout's armor, and that was likely for the best since he was used to far more agility than she was, being an assassin and what not. As the days had gone on, however, the armor became less and less cumbersome, her body and muscles and mind becoming adjusted to the new fit and restrictions. Now, with a day to go, Lia had everything cleaned, prepped, packed, and the Ghost Star had been seen to.
Blue armored boots paced closer to the briefing room, the thought of the new armor she was sporting weighing on her mind as she walked. Now, the blue and black armor she wore had her head held high, one arm pressing the helm tight to her side. The blue and black cloth at her waist had been embroidered by her mother with white and gold Mandalorian sayings in the Mando'a written language to symbolize the virtuous vengeance Italia would bring upon those who fought against her, and a stripe of red had been added to each shoulder in honor of her father. The light whisper of the tapered cloth as it fluttered out behind her giving her the image of a warrior goddess with her auburn hair held in the three sets of beads that rested on her shoulder. This image was only further set into stone as Emerald eyes scanned the halls ahead of her, the young woman's face set into one of peaceful acceptance of the task at hand.
Finally she came to the room she sought, stepping into it surprisingly silently for the amount of metal she was wearing, the traditional cloth 'skirt' swirling about her thighs and knees slightly as she came to a stop. Her heart fluttered uncomfortably in her chest for a moment as she saw Trin and Ambria there already, as well as a new officer and Bane seated at the head of the room. She shifted her helm to the left side and saluted him (Bane) with a black gloved hand to her chest plate followed by a flash of that signature cheeky grin before standing against one wall. She wouldn't sit...Italia denied herself this privilege to further help her endurance in the still weighty armor. If she started to feel too fatigued then she would sit, but not before then.
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Jun 15, 2009 23:04:48 GMT -5
Post by Latus on Jun 15, 2009 23:04:48 GMT -5
Itani utterly hated the military.
He stood in the lavatory of the room he had been assigned, hunched over the sink looking himself in the eyes. Two very gray eyes glared back at him. One resounding question continued to circle over and over in his mind; "by the force, what am I doing here? It was not what had been laid on the table before him, what they expected him to just go along with. The mission was irrelevant to him. It was how the bastards operated. The whole "do this when I tell you because I tell you" tripe. The common soldier had no sense of free-will. It went against everything he stood for.
Itani utterly hated the military.
Dousing himself with water he took a towel from the rack and dried himself; no use complaining about something he had no power over. Stepping back he got a better view of his new armor. It was ironic that he was wearing it even though it had been made for his grandfather Ark's wife. It had taken a lot of re-tooling and modification to meet the assassin's specifications. For starters, a good third of the protective plating had been removed or replaced with lighter, more flexible materials. Even so the armor was much heavier than his last set, something that forced him to adapt, to get used to over the last few weeks. Many of the nooks that would normally have been used for electronics and redundancies to the marginal operating hardware were torn out to give Itani places to store weapons and other dirty tricks he had worked into his repertoire. There were, of course, several more changes but they were largely aesthetic; a more masculine shaped bit here, a lengthened plate there, and the coloring. Unlike the black of his old suit, the armor was practically all red; something about honoring his father. All the young man cared about was if it would make him easier to see.
Shaking his head he turned from the mirror, retrieved his helmet, and exited the small room. The briefing room was only a few floors and a few hundred feet down from the barracks and Itani strode quickly in that direction. His black and red form made little sound as he descended flight after flight of stairs standing as a true testament to how much ingenuity went into that single suit of armor, hundreds of years old or not. This though made Itani smile; maybe I should thank Ark. His grandfather knew he was appreciative of the gift but Itani had refused the first time the armor was offered. Shaking his head Itani decided against it, Ark knew, somehow he knew.
Having finally reached the Briefing Room Itani stepped over the thresh and into the well lit room. Immediately he caught Bane's attention and nodded. He wasn't military and so refused to observe the pleasantries. Glancing about he also saw Trin to whom he waved, Ambria, a new addition, and Lia to whom he smiled weakly. Shifting his helmet to a more comfortable position the assassin made his way to a point as far back in the room as possible. Gently he leaned himself against the wall and stood rigid. There was no need to sit, the armor was light enough.
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Jun 15, 2009 23:15:50 GMT -5
Post by Apillis on Jun 15, 2009 23:15:50 GMT -5
Shannon did not waste any time to head to the Briefing Room of the Spec Ops HQ the second after she landed at the base. She adjusted her armor as she walked with a confident stride in her every step. While crossing HQ grounds she ran through her head the Naval strategy she and the admiral agreed upon for when or if called upon to give it. She made certain to make sure to give a good impression, she was representing not just Fleet Admiral Tal'akaan, but the Mandalorian Navy with her presence. Screwing up is not an option.
The second she entered the briefing room, her eyes scanned over those present, her head never moving. Only looking with her eyes through that visor did she look, from the outside it looked like she were simply staring straight ahead for a moment when she paused at the doorway. Walking along the wall of the briefing room she stopped where one of her ranking would be expected to stand at its edges within a ground forces briefing room. She crossed her arms and observed as she stood quietly.
Her eyes flicked from one Mandalorian to the next without ever turning her head to look giving only the effect of the Mandalorian Battle Armor helm's visor's cold stare. Thoughts and ruminations on what it would be like to serve on the ground with those present passed through her head briefly. But such thoughts soon faded before returning to focusing on the task that was given to her, and remained attentive.
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Jun 16, 2009 2:09:32 GMT -5
Post by Darth Tammy on Jun 16, 2009 2:09:32 GMT -5
Why did there have to be a briefing?
Muttering slightly under her breath, Talia checked all of her possessions twice to make sure she was ready for combat if they were ordered to leave immediately. She would not be caught unprepared for any situation. Looking in the mirror, she checked over her armor to see that it was perfect. She thought that the pitch black and slightly matte finish of the armor suited her personality and her stealth fighting style well. The armor lacked any distinguished features and would more than likely never leave an impression which was exactly what she wanted. Her hair was tied back in a flawless bun that would fit easily under her helmet and not get in her way should she be fighting without her helm for whatever reason.
Finally satisfied with her appearance, she turned her attention away from the mirror and back to her equipment. Her blasters were at her lower back and her long daggers were crossed at her upper back, so why did she still feel like she was forgetting something? Perhaps it was just the prospect of having to be in a room with a group of people she hadn't cared to form bonds with in the past nor now. Grabbing her helmet from the table in the middle of her room, she began her journey to the briefing room contemplating this fact.
It was only natural that she wouldn't like to form any unnecessary bonds. People died or moved on with their lives. This was a fact of life she had grown used to and was seemingly comfortable enough with. The line of work she had selected didn't quite call for fraternization either. Of course, team work was always looked well upon and she had been reprimanded many times for her loner mentality but she couldn't be bothered to change at this point. Since her orders weren't coming straight to her this time, she could only guess that this time she would be expected to work with a group of her peers. Sneering slightly at the word, she stopped in front of the room she was to report to and tucked her helmet under one arm before walking in.
Looking around, Talia saw a few faces that she vaguely recognized but not enough to actually put names or events to. The only one she had really ever formerly met was the commander himself, Brigadier General Bane Haseful, whom she had received a few missions from him personally in the past but nothing more. Quickly saluting him out of respect, she tried to move to the least conspicuous part of the room as she hoped fervently for a solo mission. She expected though that such a mission would be highly unlikely in this situation.
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Post by Zarkan on Jun 16, 2009 13:43:41 GMT -5
Ark's presence could be over looked for once, as long as he liked assuming no one thought to hard about the movement of the camera above their heads. The dome swiveled slightly to the left as he watched vod from both his teams and beyond entered into the large circular room. For a moment speaking to the left distracted the camera stealing cyborg as he turned to watch ban speak to another helmeted mandalorian. Ark would have truly shook his head at the pair if he could have before he turned his attention back to the door. His one great "eye" flickered at both ambria and trin the only two soldiers who lacked their armor on entrance. Following them came two sights that made even the ancient cyborg's heart warm, italia and itania clad in strong true mandalorian armor indeed lia was bedecked in his armor. Ark couldn't help but smile in his mind wondering if his grand father had felt the same when he had first seen ark himself in that suit of armor. Ark was ripped from his reprieve by the site of two more women neither of which he really recognized though one appeared to be naval, judging by the attempt at naval-ized armor. Ark zoomed out from the faces in the room and settled down for the likely long wait for all to arrive and the breifing to began.
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Jun 16, 2009 23:36:56 GMT -5
Post by Dire Wolf on Jun 16, 2009 23:36:56 GMT -5
Ow. A rather big bruise had welled up on the side of his face, the same side that Fable smashed with a dinner plate. He was used to pain, however, and in his mind the black and blue that his face now sported was something of an accomplishment, he had earned it trying to push Fable away from him. She wasn't a big fan of the idea. So she grabbed a big plate off of a passer-by's tray and smashed it across the side of his noggin... hitting him so hard that it actually broke. That explained the few eviscerations that was just to the side of that big bruise of his.
Back to why he viewed it as an accomplishment. Up until then he viewed himself as unapproachable, unlovable, and all in all a pretty bad guy. Fable caring enough to give him a little bonk on the brain pan because he was in such a depressed state that he actually tried to push away a woman that didn't view him as such was a signifier that he was, in fact, approachable. A little snicker erupted out of Malak's gut. This was all kind of a funny thing for a Captain in the glorious Mando'ade Vu'traat.
These things flew threw his mind as the ori Mando'ade strode down the corridor of the Mandalorian Special Forces Headquarters on his way to the briefing room. He wasn't in his beskar'gam. No. There was no point, and to be honest armor like that, while relatively weightless (to him), was just downright uncomfortable. Why show up to a briefing for a mission in armor when you can just wear a set of your BDUs? He slowly walked into the room to see a few people milling about, and then Lia clad in Azure armor. He did a double take. When did she get beskar'gam? Where did she get it from? Who gave it to her? He would ask her these questions soon. After saluting to Colo-... General Bane, he walked over to Lia and stood beside her (he would probably stand up next to one of his few friends as long as she was standing). The man gave a little smirk to his friend, he had heard rumors that she joined the military... and was glad that they weren't unfounded.
“You look pretty kyramla in that beskar, verd.”
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Post by Keilara on Jun 17, 2009 21:15:44 GMT -5
Fable stopped outside the door of the briefing room and took a breath. She'd taken a quick rinse in the shower to get off the remnants of the dinner she'd smashed into Mal's stubborn head before setting about to care for Kistra's foot. It had left her just enough time to pull her hair back into a ponytail and get to the briefing. She took another step towards the door and paused again. Mal was in there... She focused, really focused on him and breathed a sigh of relief, he was distracted.
She stepped silently in the door and quickly took in who was in the room as she saluted General Haseful then stepped back against the wall to pick out a proper spot to observe from. Mal had his back to the door and was talking to a beautiful woman in a rather impressive looking bit of armor. Fable grimaced as a bolt of jealously shot through her. There wasn't time for that and it was stupid regardless.
She silently stepped along the wall till she had reached Mal's side and stealthily slipped her hand in his. Fable didn't know when or where this battle would take place, she didn't have a clue what had gone on in the past ten years of Mal's life anymore than he knew what had happened in hers, but she also knew she didn't care. What time they had now was theirs and she would make sure they enjoyed it. Even if she had to whack him over the head with a plate again.
She kept her senses alert, she didnt' want anything to catch her off-guard in this meeting.
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Jun 19, 2009 17:47:46 GMT -5
Post by Mara on Jun 19, 2009 17:47:46 GMT -5
Sitting next to Trin by the wall, Ambria had a fair view of the doorway as the others came trickling into the briefing room. Her eyes widened slightly as she saw a familiar face enter... in an unfamiliar body. The head was most definitely Italia from the mission on Coruscant, but the armor, that was most definitely something she hadn't seen before. Thinking back, the woman remembered that Italia hadn't officially joined the army's spec ops division. She had merely come along for the ride to reclaim the besalisk droid.
She caught the other woman's gaze and gave her a smile, noticing that she looked a little nervous, walking in her gleaming blue armor. Ambria was happy to see the woman again; she hadn't had much time to get to know her, but she was obviously a gifted fighter and would make a great soldier.
An even bigger surprise to Ambria was that the next one she saw enter was Itani. She felt for sure that he wasn't the kind of man who was cut out for military life. But yet here he was, and in his own set of armor like his sister's but bright red instead. As he waved to Trin next to her, she nodded at the man, her way of acknowledging his presence and her glad thoughts of having him here. Whether he was there only because of his sister, a sudden change of heart or to advance his own pursuits, she didn't care. With the way the room was filling up, she was sure an extra pair of medically skilled hands would be welcome on the next mission.
Speaking of the others, Ambria almost missed the next figure entering the room. Though entirely clad in armor, she recognized a feminine physique within. And also saw the ranking bars scattered on it as well. A high-ranking officer by the looks of it. And part of the Navy as well. Next entered another woman dressed in all black armor. Ambria didn't recognize her as well. The recruiting must be going well, and she smiled to herself. It was good to see more women entering the army. Though both genders of Mandalorians were cunning warriors, the dark-skinned woman had generally been in the minority in her previous unit before coming to spec. ops. It was her personal opinion that the Mandalorian women fought harder, longer and stronger than any of the males.
The next presence, she heard before she saw. Though his brain case clad in a different suit this time, there was no mistaking the large cyborg as he entered. Ambria's eyes softened a bit as she thought about the Mandalorian machine. She had been too harsh on him earlier, she had realized, when she first made contact with him. The woman decided to make it a point sometime soon to get to know the cyborg. Who was she to look down on him when she herself was not entirely organic?
Ambria's eyes knit in worry as she saw the Apithrian Malak enter the briefing room. Though she had not visited him personally while he was in the kolto, she had heard glowing reports of his recovery, partly due to her quick actions aboard the Ghost Star. She was confused by the appearance of his face. How did he injured himself again so quickly after leaving the healing tank of liquid? But she pushed it from her mind. He was a Mandalorian, after all...
Another woman entered and Ambria's heart swelled again. There were more women at the briefing than men, and it made her happy. She sat there calmly, seated before Trin, waiting for the General to finish his conversation and for any of the others to arrive. Ambria wanted to get this meeting started so she knew what they were going to be doing next. Hopefully a mission where she would get to use more of her skills, skills she hadn't been able to flex much during the Reclaim mission. Absorbed in these thoughts, she didn't noticed that the latest woman to enter had sidled up to Mal and grabbed his hand.
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Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Jun 20, 2009 0:35:02 GMT -5
Italia hadn’t bothered to greet anyone really, she still felt slightly uncomfortable in this new skin of hers, and the thought of Daryn’s attitude toward her joining weight on her mind. She would go straight from this briefing to see him, she had decided this already. All of her things were packed and ready on the Star, she was set and ready to go, and all that was missing from her was the crew itself. And a loud mouth smuggler who knows a thing or two about flying, has insanely fast reflexes. This thought both made her smirk and made her extremely discontent. Between Solus’ad and Daryn she just wasn’t sure WHAT to think any longer. The former was thoughtful, respectful, layered and so much like herself it was almost frightening…only age, rank, and his feelings toward her really stood in the way, and she was even questioning the latter of the three. The latter was almost polar opposite…loud, brash, fast moving (in more than one way), and highly intelligent the smuggler, and non-mando’ade, showed some very serious concern for her in all respects and he was tenacious…there were problems though, their attitudes tended to clash (roughly at times), she constantly had to try and read between the lines with him (which was highly irritating and made her second guess every thing he said), and there was the very large problem of…he was decidedly NOT mandalorian. Her culture was part of her pride and her honor, and to think that she could be labeled dar’manda…it hurt her heart. What was worse…he could be, and likely would be, beaten to a bloody pulp if he were seen courting her without the intention of becoming mandalorian himself. She couldn’t stomach either thought, and so she found herself in quite a predicament.
It was during this time that the glint of more armor caught her eye, the distinct crimson color making her smile as she looked over at the man. So Itani had decided to join them for another mission after all? Well, she supposed that was a good thing. He was a good pilot and he knew the Star well enough for her to feel comfortable with entrusting it to him. Certainly there had been a few modifications to her, but nothing major that would keep him from being able to adapt swiftly…he was smarter than she was after all. Watching him place himself as FAR away from EVERYONE as physically possible, she shook her head before motioning with it for him to come over. She was against the wall also, there was no need to be the shy and pouty vod’ika and go leaning against walls all by his lonesome and not even say hello to his sister. Shrugging it off mentally green eyes scanned the room, blinking at a camera that moved independently of the others panning the room. Smirking, she could only guess who it was controlling that camera…it was difficult to not notice that the hulking presence of Ark was just NOT there. Obviously his new frame was still not complete. That worried her. He needed time to get used to his new frame before Shogun.
Lost in these musings is was fairly easy to miss the two women who slipped into the meeting room quietly and headed for their choice perches. One person she COULDN’T miss, however, was Mal. Luckily things had cleared up between them and so when he saw her he headed on over, sporting a bruise and some rather interesting cuts along the side of his face. Blinking, she tilted her auburn head to the side and flicked the three sets of beads that held her hair in place so that the clicked lightly against the metal of the deep blue armor. Complimenting her armor, she grinned up at him and nodded slightly.
Lek, ori’vor’e, oir’vod! Ru bic be Ark. <<Yeah. Thanks a lot, big brother! It was Ark’s>> ((rough translation))
She gazed up at him and canted her head to the side.
What in the worlds happened to your face Mal? You get out of the kolto just to be mauled by a very lost boma?
Heh, she was one to talk about boma and getting mauled…she was the one with the scar. It was too bad her necklace with the tusks on it had been destroyed with Ark’s previous frame. Just then another woman entered the room and shot her a jealous look. Oh dear…maybe SHE was the boma.
Hey Mal, I think your boma just arrived.
As the woman stepped up to Mal and slid her hand into his Lia grinned from ear to ear.
Su’cuy vod! Good to see Mal finally found someone for himself.
Yes, she was assuming, and we all know what it means to ass-u-me, but she felt it was worth the risk to tease Mal and hopefully let the jealous dala know that she didn’t mean any harm.
I was just asking ori’vod , Mal here, if a very lost boma had managed to attack him…you wouldn’t happen to be that boma would you? I mean, I’m all up for knocking some sense into guys, but….I might have to hurt the one that did this.
She was teasing again, it was obvious in her voice and the way she gave a quirky little smile, shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly, the armor sliding along itself smooth and silent. Just the way she needed it…this was a good set of armor to have. As she spoke, emerald eyes had set to wandering again, gazing about the room. Finally she caught Ambria looking her direction and flashed the woman a bright smile, waving to her and Trin (who wasn’t far away). She’d not gotten a chance to speak to Ambria yet. She’d looked for the woman, trying to make sure that everyone was okay after the Coruscant job…mission….but she’d not managed to see heads nor tails of either woman. Trin at least she’d gotten to know at least a little bit because of the work they had done together, and the fact that her brother had waved at her spoke mountains.
It looked like her li’l brother had a crush….how SWEET! Well, lucky for Trin, Lia wasn’t about to go sneaking around in barns and threatening said crush with a dagger and talk of eating past guests. It was safer for her that way also…she doubted Trin used a stun blaster all the time.
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Keilara
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Post by Keilara on Jun 20, 2009 5:23:10 GMT -5
Fable smiled at the woman talking to Mal, and smiled to herself as well. She was pleased her subtle laying claim to Mal had been seen and evidently approved of. It would be good for the big, emotional pansy to see that other people were looking out for him and concerned about him and she appreciated the bit of approval. A smile briefly flittered across her lips as she looked at Lia and answered in kind.
"It was a plate actually. His dinner violently objected to him trying to say he couldn't be with me, for no good reason. Rose up and smacked him upside the head."
She held her free hand out and introduced herself, "Sergeant Fable Barris. It's good to meet someone else who cares about Mal. The way I've watched him go around today he seems to have the feeling there's no one that cares about him. I had a feeling that was a misconception."
Fable turned her head up to look at Mal, giving him a loving smile, and resisted the desire to lean her head against his arm. Briefings were not the place for mushiness and she had heard enough of General Haseful to know that he likely wouldn't take kindly to shows of affection before one or after it. The question of when the last time was the General had enjoyed some affection, if ever, quickly flitted across her mind. Her eyes darted to his form at the front of the room and she ducked her head, barely smothering a giggle behind a snort. No, the better question was if he had Ever...
She took a calming breath and lifted laughing eyes to the other woman. Hopefully her glance to the front of the room had gone unnoticed, or at the least she wasn't the only one who felt that way.
"Your armor by the way, lovely workmanship and beautiful color. You look stunning in it."
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Dire Wolf
So who's ready to help me sock ol Adolf on the jaw?!
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Post by Dire Wolf on Jun 21, 2009 23:56:09 GMT -5
An amused smile cracked across Mal's face as he found out that her armor was her ba'buir's, it was good to see that he saw fit to give his old set to her. The man couldn't imagine how hard it would be to give away the last thing to remind him of his past, especially if he was hundreds of years old and nothing more than a brain in a case. The level of respect for the giant soared ten-fold.
Mal's head cocked to the right slightly as Lia spoke something of a lost boma mauling him. Well, the woman with the hot head of a boma mauled him with a dinner plate... did that count? His face couldn't help but contort into a wry smirk as he thought of that. Yes. Fable was a boma... a really skinny, easy on the eyes, and easily angered (yet equally fast to calm) boma.
“Oh, yes, the boma wasn't only lost... but she was angry. I don't know how how I got out of it alive.”
That wry smirk turned into an amused grin as he continued on with the little joke, and it only grew larger as he heard that his bom... erm... Fable, right, Fable, arrived. He was about to turn around to greet her when all of a sudden he felt the brush of soft skin against his hand as Fable slipped her tiny hand into his much larger one. She would probably be able to feel him tense up considerably, it wasn't her... no... it was rather the public display of affection that made him so uncomfortable. A light pink color flushed across his cheeks as the blood rushed into them, making his face uncomfortably warm.
“Heh... yeah....”
Was all that managed to escape his lips as he looked down at Fable and ruffled her hair slightly with his opposite hand. He may not have been a big fan of public signs of affection, but he what he wasn't about to do was completely ignore her like she wasn't there. To be honest Mal wasn't entirely sure how to react... so, as said, he ruffled her hair.
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Post by Val - Warning:Contains Sarcasm on Jun 22, 2009 13:52:55 GMT -5
"60 to landing."
About time. How long had she been on this damn transport from Dxun? Hyperspeed was certainly not as fast as it used to be. Not that she was complaining much about the speed they were going as she was annoyed that she had to go at all. She wasn't one to disobey orders though, but when she was, as far as she knew, the only one having to travel from Dxun to Concord Dawn to attend a mission briefing. She knew the Mandalorian army was getting ready for something, she just didn't know what. She expcted it would be something big and important though. It would be the old reason she was expected to travel halfway across the galaxy to hear what people had to say. Especially when asked there personally. It wasn't like she was a special Mandalorian, except that she had Jedi training. That might be the only reason the was asked there specially, when she thought about it.
She exhaled as they touched down, finally. The Jedi had once taught her to be extremely patient, but she wasn't a Jedi anymore, and at the moment she was not patient at all. She was actually quite the opposite, and had the feeling she was running particularly late at the moment. As the only person on this ship besides the pilot and crew, she didn't even have anyone to run her complaints against for another opinion. Well, another unbiased opinion. As soon as they had touched down she was out of the shuttle and heading towards where she had been told the briefing room would be. It was quite a trek, but she didn't feel like running. Her armour was heavy, and although most times she would have gladly just attended in something looser, she wasn't at her typical barracks, and she never went anywhere without a good armour on her in case of emergencies.
The armour was relatively new, or at least it looked it. It had never seen a real conflict. Fighting small animals in the jungle doesn't usually call for much repair in the more typical of cases. She had a pair of pistols by her sides, and vibroswords slung neatly across her back. An assault rifle rested diagonally on her backs over the swords, but this did not hinder the swords at all. She could pull them out with the assault rifle on top without a problem. Easily accessible. Just how she liked her gear. The helmet was pretty special though. Being Togrutan, the montrals were often problematic concerning helmets. She'd figured out a design for herself though. The helmet's main part slotted on, and the front parts moved together. The top half and the bottom half joined and sealed until unlocked. If she wanted to she could do it by hand, but she had the Force. It often gave the illusion that the two halves were folding together mechanically, obscuring her face as they did. The helmet was airtight, with a respiratory system, and kept the montrals and four lekku in place without pressurising or damaging them. A genius piece of equipment.
She didn't have it fully closed at the moment though, and so made her way to the briefing room with her face showing, and the two movable parts pressed back in their 'open positions', laid back into the rest of the helmet. Montrals could be seen joining to her skull and the lekku dangled freely. The other people around her didn't pay much attention to her as she walked. She didn't mind though, really not expecting them to notice her. It had been many years since she had been here, and she was glad she didn't have to worry about any injections this time. Finally arriving at the briefing room, she checked herself, ensuring her armour was spotless and in good working order. Her face reflected in a nearby window, and it had been the way she had left it earlier. Finally all ready, she entered the briefing room, finding it very busy, very confusing. Moving silently over to a wall, she waited for the meeting to begin.
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Jun 22, 2009 22:28:12 GMT -5
Post by Jace on Jun 22, 2009 22:28:12 GMT -5
(Alright Two things. One, PSF will be posting after me. Two, for those who haven't posted yet because you were newly approved or whatever. Make your post, but make sure to put yourself in the briefing room before Bane speaks.)
The first to enter the room was a man who was only a few years younger than Bane, and was of the same rank, well used to be. He returned Colonel Cazuun's salute with one of his own.
"I am doing fine Cazuun, as for the time of the operation, it shall be revealed in a few minutes. Also, there will be no need for your squad, only yourself."
He gave a curt nod to the man, and turned to see others entering the room. Bane returned the salutes by lightly pounding his fist into his chest. Most were familiar faces, some he knew more than others. Bane made sure that he had met every member of the Special Operations outfit. There was one woman who he didn't recognize at all, he assumed she was the Navy liaison sent by the Fleet Admiral.
The room was quickly being filled up by the various officers who were to be involved in this operation. The briefing room had never been so fully occupied by these elite soldiers. This alone reminded Bane of the magnitude of this operation. Some of the soldiers seemed to be getting along well with each other. Most of them had been on the mission to Coruscant with him, so it wasn't surprising. Strong bonds could be formed through fighting along side another. Bane looked down at his chrono and realized it was time to start the briefing.
There was still one more player who had yet to arrive, and with that, Bane called out loudly to everyone in the room.
"Ke'sush!"
Calling everyone to attention, Bane quickly snapped to attention himself, and pounded his fist against his chest as the figure of a man entered the room.
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Lionheart
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Post by Lionheart on Jun 23, 2009 9:37:14 GMT -5
Alrond had been standing in the corner of the briefing room for a while, mostly going not noticed by anyone. Though, he had become use to this kind of situation over time since pretty much every other Mandalorian in the room was at least a head or two taller than him. So, he stood there watching the other Mandalorians going about their various conversations with himself not being included. He had just been transfered to the Special Operations recently and this was actually the first time he had to report to them, so he had yet to meet anyone else in the Special Operations unit.
He was wearing his fitted grey and blue armor, though he was not wearing the helmet. Alrond's small and thin frame was still obvious through the armor, and the fact that is was modified so that he could wear it comfortably was obvious since piece of the armor were missing and replaced by cloth in various joints and non-vital areas. Many would probably see Alrond as a young recruit who had walked into the wrong room because he looked so young, but he also wore a medic patch which indicated he was a non-commissioned officer. Alrond's pistols were also at his side since he was pretty much defenseless without his slugthrowers. He was even known to sleep with them on, except when he was showing Shek an enjoyable night.
Attached to Alrond's belt was a datapad that he was to give to the commanding officer with his order of transfer. He had been given the datapad by his former CO, Pendragon while in the army and due to his last mission of destroying a key Republic storage facility he was promoted and sent to the special operations unit, thus the reason he was standing in the corner alone waiting to be noticed.
Upon hearing the Mando'a call for attention, Alrond quickly stood firmer and placed his fist on his chest following the one that called. Alrond assumed that the man that was entering would be the Commanding Officer, but no matter, as he would find out.
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Apillis
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Jun 23, 2009 14:20:06 GMT -5
Post by Apillis on Jun 23, 2009 14:20:06 GMT -5
Arms crossed under her chest, she simply stood idly in the background for the most part - up along the wall of the briefing room. Though it could not be seen through the dark tint of her helmet's visor, she immediately took notice of those who took notice of her. Not nearly being as stoic as she was portraying herself to be by taking advantage of the expressionless gaze of the Mandalorian Battle Amor helmet.
She did not know these people, she did not try to, or at least not, yet. If they manage to survive Shogun, then maybe - until then, no use risking getting to know someone only to find out they're dead after the first war they get involved in together. It was best to remain the outsider for now. Still it could not be helped that she found herself listening to their conversations from a distance. Warbonds had definitely formed with them, masked behind her helmet, she smiled a bit at it. She remembers clearly what that is like, what it feels like, it is a strength and power all of its own. It something that Mandalorians understand more clearly than any other culture and military, it is what makes them superior.
The second she heard Bane, whom she long recognized as a general the moment he entered the room, call all to attention she snapped to as though it were second-nature. Her eyes front and her body proper and rigid posture. It was time to learn how they were going to spill Republic blood, and reclaim what was and always has been truly theirs.
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