Post by projectsunfire on Jul 9, 2007 1:35:26 GMT -5
Mandalore
Faction: Mandalorian Military
Department: Mandalore
Rank: Mandalore
Name: Solus'ad Atiniir (Zol-us-ahd=Lonely Son) (Ah-teen-eer=To Endure)
Race: Human (Mandalorian)
Age: 43
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 200 lbs (Approx)
Appearance:
Solus'ad wears silver enamelled Mandalorian Iron contrasted by the a black armor weave beneath it. The symbol upon his left breast, marks him as a crusader. Wear and tare from years of skirmishes, battles, jobs, and other "Business Ventures", mark Mandalore's armor. He remembers every scratch, and the story behind it.
Beneath his helmet, he is a man of ageing years. His body is scarred from numerous and bloody conflicts. His eyes are a drab green. His hair is dark, and streaked with the occasional white. The right side of his face is crossed by a long vicious looking scar, that starts at the top of his forhead, and wanders its way over his eye, and across his cheek, dissapearing abruptly at his jaw. His nose seems to have been broken, on several occasions. Each scar, is a memory, not unlike his armor.
Each muscle in his body is lean and strong. A body forged by the life of a soldier of fortune.
Birth place:Dantooine Khoonda Plains
Skills:
Computer Use: 8
Security: 7
Repair: 6
Rapid Shot: 6
Dueling: 9
Persuasion: 6
Stealth: 7
Demolitions: 7
Unarmed: 9
Melee Weapons: 8
Ranged Weapons: 8
Pilot Certification: Small Aircraft and Star fighters
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 9
Speed: 7
Leadership: 9
Alignment: +4
Bio: Alec was born to Zoneta, and Morticai Va'shi. His father was a lieutenant in the republic military, while his mother spent her time as a republic hand servant, tending to the needs of republic dignitaries. With his parents either away, or busy with their lives, Alec was watched over by a woman he called Nana.
Nana was an unusual lady of ageing years. She was usually a quiet woman. While late on nights when his mother was needed to stay to entertain the guests of the republic, Nana would tell young Alec stories. Tales of war, glory, and sorrow. Though sad some of her stories were, Nana would always point out to him, the great 'honor' their is in dying for the right cause.
Some dark nights, when Alec could not sleep, Nana would sing to him in a strange language.
-Kote!
Kandosii sa ka’rta, Vode an.
Mandalore a’den mhi, Vode an.
Bal kote, darasuum kote, Jorso’ran kando a tome.
Sa kyr'am nau tracyn kad, Vode an.
Kandosii sa ka’rta, Vode an.
Mandalore a’den mhi, Vode an.
Bal...
Motir ca’tra nau tracinya.
Gra’tua cuun hett su dralshy’a.
Aruetyc runi solus cet o’r.
Motir ca’tra nau tracinya.
Gra’tua cuun hett su dralshy’a.
Aruetyc runi trattok’o.
Sa kyr'am nau tracyn kad, Vode an!-
And when he would not sleep, he would notice a strange far off look in her eye. Almost as if she were drifting through old memories. Alec once asked Nana what the words meant. When she told him what it meant in basic, he grew fond of Vode An.
Eventually he asked her to teach him the words. By the time he was a young boy, he and Nana would sing it together, as they went about their house chores. She would tell him, about the progress that came of hard work. When Vode An became a song that would not put Alec to sleep, but rather rile him up, Nana began to teach him Mando'a.
One day, he smashed a sculpture prized by his mother by mistake. Since it was just Nana, and Alec, he was wary, not sure if she would punish him or not as his father would have done had he been home on leave. When she did not, rather, told him the philosophy of progress through destruction, Alec was briefly relieved. That was, until she told him that to progress for himself, he would have to find a suitable replacement. Even if it meant working in one of the fields for a neighboring farmer all harvest. Alec was horror struck, but Nana was his support. She would give him pep talks every night when he came home sore, and tired.
Zoneta, realizing the good this would bring her son, agreed to the "punishment" as she called it. Nana and Alec rather refered to it as "Training" for him to become a better son. Something Alec was eager to accomplish.
When Alec had worked up more than enough money to replace the sculpture, he and Nana went to town to aquire a new one. When the salesperson was unwilling to sell the sculpture to a kid and his "Nana." Alec's "Nana" took the gentleman by his lapells and told Alec to wait outside.
A few minutes later, the salesman came out flanked by Nana, with an uneasy look on his face. Bearing a new sculpture. Alec paid him, then Nana and Alec went home with their prize.
When asked what she had said to the man, all Nana would say at first, was "I persuaded him." Often with a smile on her lips. After enough badgering, Nana told Alec how she had threatenned the sales person. Alec was confused, at this tactic, especially from his Nana. A normally kind personality in his life.
She explained to him, that sometimes there are Nerf's you run into in life, that you have to pull aside and give a stern talking to. Alec, after enough explanation, was made to understand the perspective of his Nana.
Alec would later come to use this tactic himself.
As Alec grew older, his family recieved news that Morticai was KIA, in a mission to Manaan. This news devistated his mother, but when Alec said that "He must have died a glorious death." Zoneta was horrified. The guardianship, that Nana had given her son was revealed and Zoneta sent Nana, out onto the street without so much as a goodbye.
When Alec was not at home, he would often steal a visit to his old Nana, and the pair kept a healthy relationship, unbeknownst to his mother.
When Alec was about the age of fifteen, his mother didn't come home from work one night, Alec went to the embassy. After going through the beurocratic rounds of several members on duty, Alec discovered that his mother had been taken off world.
A Jedi on scene pulled him aside and explained that she had been taken by a dignitary, for "special services." The euphamism made Alec want to smack the Jedi, and remind him he might be young, but he wasn't stupid.
The Jedi stayed in contact with Alec during his investigation. Apparently a visitting hutt dignitary had kidnapped his mother. When stopped by republic forces on his diplomatic trip home, he claimed diplomatic immunity. When the Jedi stepped in to stop him, it was too late. It was discovered that the Hutt had jettisonned his mother to get rid of, possible evidence. The lack of evidence, and the political affiliation of the Hutt in question, prevented him from being tried.
Alec thanked the Jedi for his attempt, though he had failed to save his mother. He could not bring himself to blame him. He had done what the council had told him. The Jedi did his best to console him, though he knew the boy was filled with sorrow. When asked if he had somewhere to go, Alec said yes.
Alec was crushed, though his mother had never been there for him, Nana had taught him that Family was important.
Having no other family Alec turned to Nana, who took him in. Though not long after, she sent him off to the Galactic Achademy to learn.
He would use many of the things Nana had taught him in his years at the Achademy. Eventually his path took him into the eager arms of the Republic military. Nana was elated at Alec's choice. He began to recieve letters from her every week, asking what he was up to and what was happenning with his training.
During his final testing, Alec passed all his written exams, and began his field training.
During a live fire excersize he accidentally killed a fellow cadet. Not tolerating his mistake, the Republic military gave him his "Wash out" Papers and sent him home.
When he got home to Nana. She wasn't enirely displeased with him. Though after reviewing his report, she told him that they would need to fix his mistake.
During the next five years, Nana trained Alec in the ways of being a Mandalorian. One particularly hard day, Alec had been practicing hand to hand combat with Nana, and the elderly lady actually managed to pop his arm out of joint. A debilitating attack but hardly fatal. After the painful procedure of putting it back into place. Alec had asked how she had learned something like that. She responded in Mando'a-
"Ke barjurir gar'ade, jagyc'ade kot'la a dalyc'ade kotla'shya."
(translated)
"Train your sons to be strong but your daughters to be stronger."
This brought a smile to Alec's face though his arm felt like it had been ripped out by a wookie.
After few years of difficult excercises, Nana began to grow weaker and weaker. Her old age it seemed had finally caught up with her.
Seeing her end near, Nana told Alec her real name. Vhiona Atiniir. Vhiona, had apparently saught shelter with his family when they had been young. Not knowing of her past they had taken her in.
She explained her past as a Mandalorian. She told him her story. How she had had a son once. How Alec had been a way for her to find her lost son at last.
She adopted him as her child, and gave him a new name. Toward the end she began to grow lucid, and insane. Calling him by her own sons name. Perhaps due to her feelings toward him, or because she didn't know the difference anymore.
Alec didn't take offense, rather finding it a proud obligation to bear. Hours before she passed. Nana called Alec to her and told him that it was time for him to come of age. But that before he could present himself to the Mandalorian Clans, he had to prove himself.
She set before him, in her precious moments of sanity, a task befitting a Mandalorian. He needed to find the Hutt that had cowardly killed his mother and destroy him. Alec pondered how he would manage this, up until the night Vhiona past. He had her cremated, and had the container in which her remains had been placed say-
Nu kyr'adyc, shi taab'echaaj'la
(Translated)
"Not gone, merely marching far away"
He shed no tears. But instead, took what little money he had and hopped a shuttle to Tatooine.
When he arrived, he spent several years getting into the world of the Hutts. He discovered the identity of his mothers murderer, and approached a family of hutts he knew to be opposed to his quarry.
After gaining their favor he asked them for the chance to eliminate their enemies for them. Finding him to be a coldly efficient killer, they gave him the task.
Alec set to work. Studying his enemies. Discovering the massive forces they had at their disposal, he devised a stratagem to bring his enemies to him.
Poseing as a male human slave, he snuck his way onto Nal Hutta, where he assassinated the muderers mother. The old withering slug, left quite a mess. Needless to say the hutts weren't pleased with him.
"Bonki wanga Choso! (What do you think your doing?!)" The fat slug said.
"I'm evening the score." Alec said coldly over the com system, as he hit the switch to open the Lady Hutt's bed chamber to the vacuum of space.
This enticed his mothers Murderer out into the open. Where Alec challenged him to a duel. The hutt, clearly was stronger, but Alec was quicker. The enormous slugs skin resisted blasters, amongst other conventional attacks. When it seemed that Alec had lost, the Hutt pulled out a Beska. An ancient Mandalorian Iron saber. Claiming it only fitting he die ironically. The insult that this Hutt had such a relic, enraged Alec. He let the Hutt take his swing, and caught its flabby/slimy arm, and broke it. Causing the hutt to drop his weapon. Araon, picked it up, and gutted the enormous mollusk.
With his two targets dead, Alec took the Beskad as a prize, and started back for his employers. When the Borska family discovered their favorite hutt dead, as well as his mother, they were extremely enraged, and began their search for Alec.
The family of hutts he performed this great service for, helped him dissapear. He told them, it was his wish to find members of the Mandalorian Clan, Atiniir. He traded the information, for a large portion of the payment for his hit, and his employers pointed him in the right direction.
After a brief search Solus'ad discovered that he had happenned into the middle of a revolution. The Mandalorian Clans were uniteing to take back their homelands from the Republic. A task that Solus'ad set upon with vigor. After several victories Solus'ad was presented with a difficult decision. The Old Mandalore had been killed or captured. And so it fell to him to take up the mantle and become Mandalore.
It was discovered later that Cay had taken his own life to destroy the base he had set his units upon.
Immediately he set plans into action. He hand picked and trained a special unit of Mando's for deep cover, subversion, and reconnisance. Once their orders were handed down, it was like turning on a machine. Their success was unavoidable.
Soon, yes soon it would be time to let the republic know. That the Mandalorians were not going to go quietly.
That time came sooner than he realized. Before long they had stolen a Centurion Class battle cruiser, The last Basalisk War Droid was recovered, and plans were made to take Shogun.
RP Sample:The rain pelted down against their muddy armor. Their Poncho's were torn and tattered, their point and purpose forgotten. Yet, they still wore them. Anything to delay the rain a little while.
Kyr'am lifted up his hand to halt the last three members of his squad and adjusted his audio sensor. All the damn thing did was pick up the sound of rain, pelting their armor and the forest around them.
"Check your weapons." Kyr'am's cold voice hissed through the communicator in his helmet.
"Roger Lead" He heard over his coms.
He hit his selector switch from single to burst, and motioned his unit forward. They silently moved toward a large fallen log and halted. Kyr'am peeked over the top of it. Up ahead of them was a large cave.
"Jes right flank, Gimp left flank. Go." He ordered. "Blathe, on me."
Two of his squad mates broke formation and moved to either side of the cave. Kyr'am climbed over the log with his wingman and slowly approached the entrance. It looked deep. Kyr'am tapped in the coms of headquarters.
"HQ6, this is Ghost Lead. We've found the lair. Request orders." He reported. He waited several seconds listenning to static on the channel.
"Continue inside and eliminate the threat." Came the disemembodied voice.
"Darasuum Kote Vode." He said darkly in Mand'oa.
"Darasuum Kote Vode Solus'ad." Came the disembodied voice.
Kyr'am switched off his coms unit and motioned his soldiers forward, to glory.
***
Kyr'am heard his own labored breathing in his helmet. Everything had gone black when the Sith had used his sorcery to crush it. Kyr'am's coms unit, and visor both had been damaged. He couldn't open his right eye for some reason. It bothered him to a degree, but he was alive. He pulled a glow rod from his ammo pouch and lit it.
Through a crack in the visor, the cavern lit up dimply, and Kyr'am stood. The body of his men lay stroon, some of them in pieces. He walked from body to body checking for vitals, but none had survived. He smiled. They died fighting a truly difficult enemy, they must have surely died happy.
His attention now turned to their quarry. He stepped toward the corpse of the slain Sith lord. His saber lay next to him. Kyr'am kicked it away from his enemie's cold fingers. He knelt down and gripped the vibro blade he'd stuck in the sith's chest.
He looked at the mans face, and smiled at the surprised look there.
"I will remember this day for a long time Sith. Thank you." With his final words to the departed, he gave the vibro blade a tug.
Faction: Mandalorian Military
Department: Mandalore
Rank: Mandalore
Name: Solus'ad Atiniir (Zol-us-ahd=Lonely Son) (Ah-teen-eer=To Endure)
Race: Human (Mandalorian)
Age: 43
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 200 lbs (Approx)
Appearance:
Solus'ad wears silver enamelled Mandalorian Iron contrasted by the a black armor weave beneath it. The symbol upon his left breast, marks him as a crusader. Wear and tare from years of skirmishes, battles, jobs, and other "Business Ventures", mark Mandalore's armor. He remembers every scratch, and the story behind it.
Beneath his helmet, he is a man of ageing years. His body is scarred from numerous and bloody conflicts. His eyes are a drab green. His hair is dark, and streaked with the occasional white. The right side of his face is crossed by a long vicious looking scar, that starts at the top of his forhead, and wanders its way over his eye, and across his cheek, dissapearing abruptly at his jaw. His nose seems to have been broken, on several occasions. Each scar, is a memory, not unlike his armor.
Each muscle in his body is lean and strong. A body forged by the life of a soldier of fortune.
Birth place:Dantooine Khoonda Plains
Skills:
Computer Use: 8
Security: 7
Repair: 6
Rapid Shot: 6
Dueling: 9
Persuasion: 6
Stealth: 7
Demolitions: 7
Unarmed: 9
Melee Weapons: 8
Ranged Weapons: 8
Pilot Certification: Small Aircraft and Star fighters
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 9
Speed: 7
Leadership: 9
Alignment: +4
Bio: Alec was born to Zoneta, and Morticai Va'shi. His father was a lieutenant in the republic military, while his mother spent her time as a republic hand servant, tending to the needs of republic dignitaries. With his parents either away, or busy with their lives, Alec was watched over by a woman he called Nana.
Nana was an unusual lady of ageing years. She was usually a quiet woman. While late on nights when his mother was needed to stay to entertain the guests of the republic, Nana would tell young Alec stories. Tales of war, glory, and sorrow. Though sad some of her stories were, Nana would always point out to him, the great 'honor' their is in dying for the right cause.
Some dark nights, when Alec could not sleep, Nana would sing to him in a strange language.
-Kote!
Kandosii sa ka’rta, Vode an.
Mandalore a’den mhi, Vode an.
Bal kote, darasuum kote, Jorso’ran kando a tome.
Sa kyr'am nau tracyn kad, Vode an.
Kandosii sa ka’rta, Vode an.
Mandalore a’den mhi, Vode an.
Bal...
Motir ca’tra nau tracinya.
Gra’tua cuun hett su dralshy’a.
Aruetyc runi solus cet o’r.
Motir ca’tra nau tracinya.
Gra’tua cuun hett su dralshy’a.
Aruetyc runi trattok’o.
Sa kyr'am nau tracyn kad, Vode an!-
And when he would not sleep, he would notice a strange far off look in her eye. Almost as if she were drifting through old memories. Alec once asked Nana what the words meant. When she told him what it meant in basic, he grew fond of Vode An.
Eventually he asked her to teach him the words. By the time he was a young boy, he and Nana would sing it together, as they went about their house chores. She would tell him, about the progress that came of hard work. When Vode An became a song that would not put Alec to sleep, but rather rile him up, Nana began to teach him Mando'a.
One day, he smashed a sculpture prized by his mother by mistake. Since it was just Nana, and Alec, he was wary, not sure if she would punish him or not as his father would have done had he been home on leave. When she did not, rather, told him the philosophy of progress through destruction, Alec was briefly relieved. That was, until she told him that to progress for himself, he would have to find a suitable replacement. Even if it meant working in one of the fields for a neighboring farmer all harvest. Alec was horror struck, but Nana was his support. She would give him pep talks every night when he came home sore, and tired.
Zoneta, realizing the good this would bring her son, agreed to the "punishment" as she called it. Nana and Alec rather refered to it as "Training" for him to become a better son. Something Alec was eager to accomplish.
When Alec had worked up more than enough money to replace the sculpture, he and Nana went to town to aquire a new one. When the salesperson was unwilling to sell the sculpture to a kid and his "Nana." Alec's "Nana" took the gentleman by his lapells and told Alec to wait outside.
A few minutes later, the salesman came out flanked by Nana, with an uneasy look on his face. Bearing a new sculpture. Alec paid him, then Nana and Alec went home with their prize.
When asked what she had said to the man, all Nana would say at first, was "I persuaded him." Often with a smile on her lips. After enough badgering, Nana told Alec how she had threatenned the sales person. Alec was confused, at this tactic, especially from his Nana. A normally kind personality in his life.
She explained to him, that sometimes there are Nerf's you run into in life, that you have to pull aside and give a stern talking to. Alec, after enough explanation, was made to understand the perspective of his Nana.
Alec would later come to use this tactic himself.
As Alec grew older, his family recieved news that Morticai was KIA, in a mission to Manaan. This news devistated his mother, but when Alec said that "He must have died a glorious death." Zoneta was horrified. The guardianship, that Nana had given her son was revealed and Zoneta sent Nana, out onto the street without so much as a goodbye.
When Alec was not at home, he would often steal a visit to his old Nana, and the pair kept a healthy relationship, unbeknownst to his mother.
When Alec was about the age of fifteen, his mother didn't come home from work one night, Alec went to the embassy. After going through the beurocratic rounds of several members on duty, Alec discovered that his mother had been taken off world.
A Jedi on scene pulled him aside and explained that she had been taken by a dignitary, for "special services." The euphamism made Alec want to smack the Jedi, and remind him he might be young, but he wasn't stupid.
The Jedi stayed in contact with Alec during his investigation. Apparently a visitting hutt dignitary had kidnapped his mother. When stopped by republic forces on his diplomatic trip home, he claimed diplomatic immunity. When the Jedi stepped in to stop him, it was too late. It was discovered that the Hutt had jettisonned his mother to get rid of, possible evidence. The lack of evidence, and the political affiliation of the Hutt in question, prevented him from being tried.
Alec thanked the Jedi for his attempt, though he had failed to save his mother. He could not bring himself to blame him. He had done what the council had told him. The Jedi did his best to console him, though he knew the boy was filled with sorrow. When asked if he had somewhere to go, Alec said yes.
Alec was crushed, though his mother had never been there for him, Nana had taught him that Family was important.
Having no other family Alec turned to Nana, who took him in. Though not long after, she sent him off to the Galactic Achademy to learn.
He would use many of the things Nana had taught him in his years at the Achademy. Eventually his path took him into the eager arms of the Republic military. Nana was elated at Alec's choice. He began to recieve letters from her every week, asking what he was up to and what was happenning with his training.
During his final testing, Alec passed all his written exams, and began his field training.
During a live fire excersize he accidentally killed a fellow cadet. Not tolerating his mistake, the Republic military gave him his "Wash out" Papers and sent him home.
When he got home to Nana. She wasn't enirely displeased with him. Though after reviewing his report, she told him that they would need to fix his mistake.
During the next five years, Nana trained Alec in the ways of being a Mandalorian. One particularly hard day, Alec had been practicing hand to hand combat with Nana, and the elderly lady actually managed to pop his arm out of joint. A debilitating attack but hardly fatal. After the painful procedure of putting it back into place. Alec had asked how she had learned something like that. She responded in Mando'a-
"Ke barjurir gar'ade, jagyc'ade kot'la a dalyc'ade kotla'shya."
(translated)
"Train your sons to be strong but your daughters to be stronger."
This brought a smile to Alec's face though his arm felt like it had been ripped out by a wookie.
After few years of difficult excercises, Nana began to grow weaker and weaker. Her old age it seemed had finally caught up with her.
Seeing her end near, Nana told Alec her real name. Vhiona Atiniir. Vhiona, had apparently saught shelter with his family when they had been young. Not knowing of her past they had taken her in.
She explained her past as a Mandalorian. She told him her story. How she had had a son once. How Alec had been a way for her to find her lost son at last.
She adopted him as her child, and gave him a new name. Toward the end she began to grow lucid, and insane. Calling him by her own sons name. Perhaps due to her feelings toward him, or because she didn't know the difference anymore.
Alec didn't take offense, rather finding it a proud obligation to bear. Hours before she passed. Nana called Alec to her and told him that it was time for him to come of age. But that before he could present himself to the Mandalorian Clans, he had to prove himself.
She set before him, in her precious moments of sanity, a task befitting a Mandalorian. He needed to find the Hutt that had cowardly killed his mother and destroy him. Alec pondered how he would manage this, up until the night Vhiona past. He had her cremated, and had the container in which her remains had been placed say-
Nu kyr'adyc, shi taab'echaaj'la
(Translated)
"Not gone, merely marching far away"
He shed no tears. But instead, took what little money he had and hopped a shuttle to Tatooine.
When he arrived, he spent several years getting into the world of the Hutts. He discovered the identity of his mothers murderer, and approached a family of hutts he knew to be opposed to his quarry.
After gaining their favor he asked them for the chance to eliminate their enemies for them. Finding him to be a coldly efficient killer, they gave him the task.
Alec set to work. Studying his enemies. Discovering the massive forces they had at their disposal, he devised a stratagem to bring his enemies to him.
Poseing as a male human slave, he snuck his way onto Nal Hutta, where he assassinated the muderers mother. The old withering slug, left quite a mess. Needless to say the hutts weren't pleased with him.
"Bonki wanga Choso! (What do you think your doing?!)" The fat slug said.
"I'm evening the score." Alec said coldly over the com system, as he hit the switch to open the Lady Hutt's bed chamber to the vacuum of space.
This enticed his mothers Murderer out into the open. Where Alec challenged him to a duel. The hutt, clearly was stronger, but Alec was quicker. The enormous slugs skin resisted blasters, amongst other conventional attacks. When it seemed that Alec had lost, the Hutt pulled out a Beska. An ancient Mandalorian Iron saber. Claiming it only fitting he die ironically. The insult that this Hutt had such a relic, enraged Alec. He let the Hutt take his swing, and caught its flabby/slimy arm, and broke it. Causing the hutt to drop his weapon. Araon, picked it up, and gutted the enormous mollusk.
With his two targets dead, Alec took the Beskad as a prize, and started back for his employers. When the Borska family discovered their favorite hutt dead, as well as his mother, they were extremely enraged, and began their search for Alec.
The family of hutts he performed this great service for, helped him dissapear. He told them, it was his wish to find members of the Mandalorian Clan, Atiniir. He traded the information, for a large portion of the payment for his hit, and his employers pointed him in the right direction.
After a brief search Solus'ad discovered that he had happenned into the middle of a revolution. The Mandalorian Clans were uniteing to take back their homelands from the Republic. A task that Solus'ad set upon with vigor. After several victories Solus'ad was presented with a difficult decision. The Old Mandalore had been killed or captured. And so it fell to him to take up the mantle and become Mandalore.
It was discovered later that Cay had taken his own life to destroy the base he had set his units upon.
Immediately he set plans into action. He hand picked and trained a special unit of Mando's for deep cover, subversion, and reconnisance. Once their orders were handed down, it was like turning on a machine. Their success was unavoidable.
Soon, yes soon it would be time to let the republic know. That the Mandalorians were not going to go quietly.
That time came sooner than he realized. Before long they had stolen a Centurion Class battle cruiser, The last Basalisk War Droid was recovered, and plans were made to take Shogun.
RP Sample:The rain pelted down against their muddy armor. Their Poncho's were torn and tattered, their point and purpose forgotten. Yet, they still wore them. Anything to delay the rain a little while.
Kyr'am lifted up his hand to halt the last three members of his squad and adjusted his audio sensor. All the damn thing did was pick up the sound of rain, pelting their armor and the forest around them.
"Check your weapons." Kyr'am's cold voice hissed through the communicator in his helmet.
"Roger Lead" He heard over his coms.
He hit his selector switch from single to burst, and motioned his unit forward. They silently moved toward a large fallen log and halted. Kyr'am peeked over the top of it. Up ahead of them was a large cave.
"Jes right flank, Gimp left flank. Go." He ordered. "Blathe, on me."
Two of his squad mates broke formation and moved to either side of the cave. Kyr'am climbed over the log with his wingman and slowly approached the entrance. It looked deep. Kyr'am tapped in the coms of headquarters.
"HQ6, this is Ghost Lead. We've found the lair. Request orders." He reported. He waited several seconds listenning to static on the channel.
"Continue inside and eliminate the threat." Came the disemembodied voice.
"Darasuum Kote Vode." He said darkly in Mand'oa.
"Darasuum Kote Vode Solus'ad." Came the disembodied voice.
Kyr'am switched off his coms unit and motioned his soldiers forward, to glory.
***
Kyr'am heard his own labored breathing in his helmet. Everything had gone black when the Sith had used his sorcery to crush it. Kyr'am's coms unit, and visor both had been damaged. He couldn't open his right eye for some reason. It bothered him to a degree, but he was alive. He pulled a glow rod from his ammo pouch and lit it.
Through a crack in the visor, the cavern lit up dimply, and Kyr'am stood. The body of his men lay stroon, some of them in pieces. He walked from body to body checking for vitals, but none had survived. He smiled. They died fighting a truly difficult enemy, they must have surely died happy.
His attention now turned to their quarry. He stepped toward the corpse of the slain Sith lord. His saber lay next to him. Kyr'am kicked it away from his enemie's cold fingers. He knelt down and gripped the vibro blade he'd stuck in the sith's chest.
He looked at the mans face, and smiled at the surprised look there.
"I will remember this day for a long time Sith. Thank you." With his final words to the departed, he gave the vibro blade a tug.
