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Regnier
I get paid to kill bodies, and I enjoy my job. Any questions?
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Nov 18, 2007 6:07:01 GMT -5
Post by Regnier on Nov 18, 2007 6:07:01 GMT -5
Sergeant Kreenig turned his head slightly to place Nedra in his peripheral vision and nodded at his statement.
"Right away, Shir." He said as he turned back to his communicator as Vadd melted into the background. "Markalish, de General and Nedra would like you to transhmit all landing informasshion to de Liberty. Dey'll handle t'ingsh from dere, Shir...Yesh, Shir. Out."
The Devaronian turned back to Nedra. "Control ish shending everyshing to de Liberty, ash ordered, Shir." He turned around and set his back up against the back end of the transport, beside the entry hatch. Pace herself moved opposite him and leaned against the metal plating.
"I like the way you think, Nedra. Now, if you can just convince the Mon Cals to let you...because, frankly, I think they've started just tolerating me instead of actually listening." She shrugged slightly as the humanoid woman, First Sergeant Kossik, climbed on top of the transport, pulled a hatch that probably weighed more than she did open, and dropped inside. "What can I say? I was never much of a words person. I'm still more comfortable getting shot at than on a podium. And, besides, I think your fame could give you a little more sway. People around here respect you for Dantooine."
She sighed and chuckled slightly as she rubbed her eyes tiredly. "Now that sounds more like the Republic I know. Just happens that that planet is this one. Well, from the looks of things, there's a chance they'll get their point." She shook her head, folding her arms as she did. Ah, galactic politics. As far as the Senate would concerned, both herself and all her command would be regrettable losses. Nedra probably wasn't much higher on the list, and then only because of his current fame.
"If a stretch is what it takes...if it can be done, I sure as hell wouldn't object to more help, especially if it's from Onderon. My own funds out here are...well, at this point, I'm paying for virtually anything but the basics out of my own pocket, and a Brig's salary isn't much to speak of in terms of galactic military funds, but I can lend a hand if you need it. I'd rather be broke than laying atop a pile of a few hundred thousand corpses, you know? As for aid...if Onderon lends a hand, the Mon Cals'll return the favor if they can, I can almost guarantee that. If the Onderonians lend a hand and we get hit out here, and assuming Mon Calamari survives, I can damn near swear that Mon Calamari will give back. They're more often than not an honorable lot out here. Scratch their back, they'll scratch yours when it itches."
Pace squeezed her eyes shut and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Give them the facts. Tell them what you know, not what you believe. They don't seem to like supposition much. If what you're saying starts to sound more like personal belief, give them fact to back it up. Stick with that and you're golden. Tell them what you think, they'll stop listening, which is what I think they've started doing with me."
The only Lieutenant of the group of five, the human female that had seemingly wandered off, made her way back to the group and stood just at the edge of the Commodore's guard. "Vadd said he doesn't see anything." She said as her eyes wandered over the hanger. "And I have no idea where he went, so I suggest we go now. Your choice, Ma'am."
The General nodded and turned back to Nedra. "If you wish to continue this now, then you can ride with me back to the Republic Command structure. I can fit ten more plus us two and two of mine in the back of this ugly tin can." She said, rapping on the back of the transport. "Otherwise, I doubt the Council will be able to see you for at least another hour."
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Nov 23, 2007 19:27:49 GMT -5
Post by Axelpro on Nov 23, 2007 19:27:49 GMT -5
Zeale had been sitting on Mon Calamari for a while before making her official appearance to the Republic. Her Padawan seemed to want some rest so he could focus his intentions on the coming battle. Affording her Padawan the luxury of solitude Zeale left the quarters she had set up on the water planet. Taking a simply speeder she crossed the waters on the surface to reach the location of the Republic's main base.
Oh, greetings Master Jedi, what brings you here today?
Nothing more than presenting myself before the commander of the Republic forces and to tell him that he has the support of me and my Padawan.
The receptionist smiled as he nodded his head while showing the way with his hand.
Well I am sure General Pace should be happy to hear that he has such strong support. And such a beautiful face as well.
Zeale snapped her head to fully focus her attention on the receptionist. He realized this and was obviously intimidated by the trace of fear that crept into his eyes.
You overstep your bounds...
Her words were cold and cut through the air that was chilled by her dominating presence. The receptionist nodded eagerly agreeing with the Jedi.
I am so sorry Master Jedi, I just...
She put her hand on his shoulder and he gave out a small yelp and there was a look of fright in his eyes.
Relax, I was only joking. Thank you for the compliment, but you really are in no position to be making statements like that.
Just like that the air was reverted to its normal state and the receptionists, feeling this change, sighed and eased his tensed shoulders back to their normal state. He smiled at the Jedi who had ensnared him in the cruel trick.
Zeale offered a final smile before walking past the receptionist to meet General Pace. As Zeale continued to make her way to the General the receptionist paged in.
Sir, A Jedi is on her way to meet you. She wishes to make herself a part of the forces here and would hear your battle plan.
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Nov 24, 2007 9:50:47 GMT -5
Post by Ardenator on Nov 24, 2007 9:50:47 GMT -5
Nedra smiled at the Devorian as he spoke, tipping his head in acknowledgment. "Thank you very much, Sergeant."
He turned back to Pace, listening as she spoke. He bristled at the mention of his current fame. He hadn't won that fame, it had been given to him in a propaganda campaign. That wasn't right, and it surely wasn't honorable.
He doubted that he would truly feel better until he could win a true victory for the Republic. Hopefully, Mon Calamari could be that place.
He smiled at her offer of funds for the defense systems. "The offer is much appreciated, General. Although it won't be a great amount, that will be able to buy a good amount of weapons or other supplies, and we need everything we can get."
He tipped his head as she spoke about Mon Calamarian politics, listening intently. "Well, at least we won't have to deal with all the subterfuge and guile that comes with these kind of things. I think that myself and my guard will accompany you, we should put together a presentation before addressing the Mon Calamari. I believe that I might already have something in mind."
He started towards the transport, then stopped as a figure appeared on the platform, dressed in the robes of the Jedi Order. Nedra had to truly work to keep a frown off of his features. He wasn't a great fan of Jedi. In his experience, they were arrogant, self-righteous, egocentric, and all too ready to replace seasoned military commanders with their own, battle-untrained Knights. The only Jedi he had ever come to respect was Master Baumm, the one who had forced the Sith into a truce on Dantooine, and had afterwards been unjustly exiled to Jedi Space.
Nedra instantly forced a smile onto his face, his ingrained gentlemanly manners taking over. At the same time he withdrew his thoughts and prescence in on himself, and began constructing barriers around his conscience. All Onderonian gentry had been trained in the art since the end of the rule of the Dark Lord, and although Nedra's family was not exactly gentry, his father had made sure that they had received this training, among various other things associated with the nobility.
No Jedi would be looking into his mind or reading his emotions, especially one he had never met before in his life.
Tipping his head towards the woman, he spoke. "Greeting, Jedi, I am Commodore Yuar Nedra, of the 109th Systems Force Battle Group. To what do we owe the honor of your presence? The council rarely dispatches its Jedi this far from the Galactic center without purpose."
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Nov 24, 2007 14:18:22 GMT -5
Post by Axelpro on Nov 24, 2007 14:18:22 GMT -5
Zeale took smiled and took a quick bow as a gesture of respect and a way of telling the Commodore that she hadn't come to take over the battle preparations.
It is nice to see you, a friendly Republic face, as well. We've been on Mon Calamari for a day now, me and my Padawan, and I thought it would be a prudent thing to come and see you so that you could take us into account when dealing with preparations.
She rose up from her bent position to look at the Commodore. She didn't recognize the person in front of her, but it was a matter she quickly brushed off.
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Regnier
I get paid to kill bodies, and I enjoy my job. Any questions?
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Nov 30, 2007 5:45:20 GMT -5
Post by Regnier on Nov 30, 2007 5:45:20 GMT -5
Pace, Kreenig, and Lieutenant Demont paused as the receptionist's message came over the Brigadier's comm'. The three remained silent for a few seconds, before Kreenig snickered. Pace bristled slightly and shot him a venomous glance, which only succeeded in sending into full-blown laughter. Pace sighed and shook her head. "'Sir'? Seriously, who the hell hires these people?"
"Um..."
"That was a rhetorical question." Pace muttered something unintelligible before returning her attention to Nedra. "It's my pleasure. If a full supply cache means I have to live like I'm on a private fresh out of boot's pay, so be it. Been there before, and I'm sure I can do it again. Even if it does mean putting up with military rations for awhile."
At that, Demont shuddered slightly and Kreenig cringed. Pace nodded after a few seconds. "Sounds like a plan. It's a short hop there, and Kossik knows a few ways to avoid traffic, so we'll be there in no time."
She was about to turn and step into the transport when a gentle baritone came over her communicator. In an instant, Kreenig went from his almost jovial self to being tense enough to put a spring to shame. Demont circled around Nedra's guards and stopped a few feet from Pace. "Contact. Civilian on the floor. Hold off...it's a Jedi."
"Confirmed, I see her." Demont relaxed noticeably, though Kreenig noticeably didn't. In fact, he almost tensed more, his eyes on the Jedi like those of a hawk and his jaw clenched tight. Pace took a few steps past him, touching a hand to his shoulder as she did. "Easy, Sergeant."
"Jedi Master Zeale Syn," The Brigadier began, folding her hands behind her back. She nodded her head cordially. Until otherwise proven, the Jedi Master would be referred to as just that, not a general of the Republic military. That was all she needed, to be outranked twice. There was little warmth to be found in her voice, but neither was there any harshness. "I was wondering when you'd show up. I was starting to think you were ignoring me."
Kreenig clicked his teeth in annoyance, huffed, and turned around, starting for the other end of the transport. "How optimishtic of you. Ma'am." He growled, just loud enough to be heard by the nearby group.
Pace shot him another glance over her shoulder, but returned her attention to the Jedi. "In case you haven't figured it out already, I am Brigadier General Synyri Pace, 1st Brigade, 621st Infantry Division. Welcome to Mon Calamari, officially."
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Dec 5, 2007 15:54:08 GMT -5
Post by Ardenator on Dec 5, 2007 15:54:08 GMT -5
It was all Nedra could do to keep from smiling. Apparently Pace wasn't incredibly fond of the Jedi Order either. He spoke up again as Pace finished. "All right, now that we are done with the introductions, let's get going. We have much to do."
Turning, Nedra took his Honor Guard and boarded the transport. He had a planet to fortify.
(Want to speed this up, like way up? We are taking way too long, and I think the battle is going to start soon. Maybe we should skip to a little after the beginning of the fortification process?)
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Dec 8, 2007 17:43:34 GMT -5
Post by harborg on Dec 8, 2007 17:43:34 GMT -5
Zul blocked several blaster shots with his lightsaber, and moved behind a column to gather himself. Come out Jedi! Face your death with courage! Zul was trying to catch his breath. We know were you are! Come on out. Zul paused for a second and tried to figure how he was going to get out of this situation. Fine have it your way! Zul saw a grenade land right next to him. Zul eyes widened and he jumped to the side and felt the rush of heat hit him as the grenade detonated.There he is! Everyone fire! Zul pushed against the ground, and jumped up. Zul faced his enemy and saw 5 soldiers aiming to shoot him. Zul blocked several but he was hit in the shoulder. Zul grunted from pain but continued to deflect the fire. Zul managed to redirect 2 lasers into a soldier. The soldier cried with pain and fell to the ground dead. Zul was hit in the knee and he fell to the ground. The 4 soldiers stopped firing and walked toward Zul with smiles. So the mighty hath fallen. Prepare to die Jedi. All four aim at Zul's face. Zul grew angry, and he starts to tap into the dark energies. Zul's eyes turn dark brown. Zul gathered the force around him and unleashed it to all directions. The 4 soldiers flew in all different directions. Zul stood up, and the soldiers scrambled to get up. A soldier charged at him and the others prepared to fire. Zul moved to the side and cut at the soldiers leg. The soldier fell to the ground, and Zul turn his lightsaber downward and stab him. Zul then jumped toward the nearest soldier. When Zul was close enough he held his lightsaber out, spun in the air, and Zul cut the man from his shoulder down to leg. Zul used the force and ran to the nearest soldier. The soldier was scared and taken by surprise by his speed. Zul smiled and slashed at the soldiers neck. The last soldier was afraid and dropped his weapon and tried to beg for his life. Zul kept a serious look on his face and he used the force to the hold the man above the ground. The man screamed for mercy. Zul was getting annoyed by the man. Zul threw the man against the nearest wall. The man fell to the ground and started to get up. Zul threw his lightsaber and it landed in the man's chest.
Zul jumped up from his bed, while gasping for breath. O man, its just a dream. Zul got up and walked to a sink and splashed some water on his face. Zul let out a deep sigh, and decided it was time to do his job and accompany his new master on this strange planet. Zul made himself look presentable and left his room. Zul wondered where she was, so he searched out through the force. He felt a strong presence, and figured where she was. Zul got a taxi and headed to her.
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Dec 9, 2007 0:57:46 GMT -5
Post by Axelpro on Dec 9, 2007 0:57:46 GMT -5
Zeale bowed briefly with a faint smile on her face. She could feel a familiar presence coming towards them and she assumed the identity of the presence. She didn't give it too much mind that it would appear as an awkward pause. She clasped her hands and looked at the Brigadier General.
I'm sorry, we had to stop for fuel at...
It was when she did this that Zeale realized the tense atmosphere, and not all of it was emanating from the Brigadier General. She managed to continue with a now fake smile, the type of smile used to get out of tough situations.
So where do you want me and my Padawan in your defense scheme?
She mentally cursed the team there.
Oh, I had a good one lined up...
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Regnier
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Dec 14, 2007 22:20:26 GMT -5
Post by Regnier on Dec 14, 2007 22:20:26 GMT -5
"I agree, Commodore. We should be on our way." Pace said, nodding at Nedra. She placed a boot in the back of the transport and turned to face the Jedi with a blank expression. "Jedi Master Syn, climb in. We'll discuss your placement when we arrive at the headquarters. Unless you prefer to find your own way?"
As she spoke, the Devaronian grabbed a rail on the side of the transport and heaved himself onto its roof in one smooth motion. He grabbed a hatch on the side of the top-mounted cannon turret, pried it open, and slid inside, where he started running over a few systems, muttering under his breath all the while. Kossik leaned around the pilot's seat and glanced back into the hold with a querying look, silently begging an impatient question. Are you people ready yet?
Demont, meanwhile, strode in front of the transport and mounted one of the two armored speeders sitting there. Vadd landed on the other with a dull thud after dropping the last few feet from his rappel line, which he re-coiled, before turning the speeder on, spinning it around, and launching himself out of the hanger like a lightning bolt.
"That man almost flies like I do." Kossik said over the comm', her rasping voice barely a whisper.
"Hmph. Almosht. I shuggesht all you people in the back shtrap in. Shtrongly."
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Dec 20, 2007 19:40:15 GMT -5
Post by Ardenator on Dec 20, 2007 19:40:15 GMT -5
(are we skipping?) Yuar Nedra waited in the transport, a little impatiently, waiting for things to get going. Finally the transport got going, and they made their way towards the HQ. (I'm so sorry, I've got total block right now. Please think of something for me! )
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I get paid to kill bodies, and I enjoy my job. Any questions?
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Dec 27, 2007 2:42:35 GMT -5
Post by Regnier on Dec 27, 2007 2:42:35 GMT -5
((Nothing really left to be said here. Moving this little party up aways, to the HQ, a little after the fortification of Mon Calamari has begun. Axel, Harborg, you two can be wherever, and say you haven't really been given any specific direction on where to be yet. Ard, I'm gonna say you're at the HQ currently. Correct me if I'm wrong.))
"General, here are those reports you requested, Ma'am. And the caf." Pace's personal assistant said as she placed a datacard and a cup beside the console the Brigadier was staring into. It showed a little project the Mon Calamari had designed, but never produced, and one that Pace had convinced them to finally start producing. At this point, only herself, the Mon Calamari Council, and those working in the production yard it was being built in knew anything about it. Pace grabbed the cup and downed it in one shot, before handing it back.
"Thanks, Lieutenant. You can go home if you wish."
"With respect, I'm not sleeping until you do, Ma'am."
Pace grinned tiredly. Apparently the fact that she hadn't actually touched a cot since two days before Nedra's arrival was starting to show. "You're gonna be here awhile, then. I thought you'd figured out by now that I don't sleep. Contact Commodore Nedra for me, would you? I'm sure he's still around here somewhere. I need an update on his end. I'm sure he'd appreciate this, too. And I might actually be able to show him." She said, indicating the screen. Livayyin's jaw dropped open, before Pace shoved her gently in the direction of another console. The secretary moved to the console, glancing back a few times as Pace returned to her personal communicator and conferring with another officer about one of the 'surprises' they were planning for an invasion force.
After shaking her head a few times, Livayyin tried to contact Commodore Nedra through the comm' system and request an audience for Pace.
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Jan 15, 2008 16:22:32 GMT -5
Post by Axelpro on Jan 15, 2008 16:22:32 GMT -5
Zeale was sitting in the HQ with a white mug in clasped in her hands. She took another sip of the caffeinated beverage that was inside the mug as she watched the average soldiers mulling about with their mundane work. She could feel, through the force, that the average atmosphere in the room was laced with a certain fear, a fear of the possibilities that may come to pass. Using this time of brief solitude Zeale peered deep within herself. Her eyes slowly began moving, but to the soldiers she was simply looking about the particular room she was in. What she was something beyond this battle, something that was far into future, or at least that is what she assumed because there was much blood. There she saw it, and after seeing it she came back to the reality that was the headquarters. Her resolve, in the fact that she would continue onwards was resolved. She really couldn't do too much else since she wasn't necessarily a Jedi General. She took another sip of the caffeinated liquid that was in her mug.
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