Post by Faclan on Jun 5, 2015 6:41:30 GMT -6
Tags: Huka, Remnant, Guardian Cat of Yappa's, BetaWülf, LaxKnight, Rxxy
(Remember that this isn't supposed to be 100% true to Cannon, so feel free to have different dialogue and actions. :3)
Caszll, Commander of The Swift Talons
Prosecutor bridge.
Enjoying a victory meal.
Always a good feeling to have an earned reward after a job well done, and today was no exception. His Talons had just been doing some patrolling and searching for targets when the massive Republic ship had sauntered past them, apparently having some communication issues. His elder brother, currently seated next to him with his large chaingun in its own chair on the bridge, had suggested the surprise attack. It was a risky move, but damn had it not paid off in spades. The Scorekeeper had likely gotten an influx of points from the entire Mercenary Company for the swift boarding and take over. The bridge was easy enough to take, and the old Captain had been delicious and kind enough to provide Casz with a brand new pistol to call his own. It went very well with his more rough Dosh design, and it was just a simple batter of sawing off the old trigger guard to allow his fingers to grip and fire effectively. Since the take over they had quickly hopped into Hyper-space and gone far outside Republic territory, mostly to boast about their capture but also to try and discuss what to do with their prize. The Trandoshans weren't officially in the war, and getting on the Republics bad side wouldn't be that good of a move for the race. And they knew that the larger clans would hunt them all down if they brought the Republic to their door. So it was decided that the ship would be sold to the Trade Federation. And a very healthy paw off would be provided for the ship. That's why they were here now, waiting for the buyer to arrive for the hand off.
The large mercenary company were currently spread throughout the massive ship, but due to its size and overly complex(for Trandoshan's) design they couldn't be everywhere at once. One of the reason they had sent Scavenger droids into all the nooks and crannies to seek out the Clones that were cowering in them. They knew what troops were there due to the crew manifests, but some of the names still eluded them out in the ship somewhere. But the Federation would root them out when the ship was handed over. So most of the Trandoshans weren't currently on hunting duty - but those that were were all in groups of at least two. Many were in the many medical bays being treated by the sliced medical droids from some of the injuries they took in the boarding or by some now dead or missing clones afterwards. Some more of them were busy looting the armories for weapons and armor, for selling later on the galactic markets, them being loaded up into crates. While even more were resting, eating, and sleeping as they waited for this mission to be done. But all of them were feeling great despite the few of them that had perished in the operation so far. They had accomplished what many would see as impossible for Trandoshans, and many points and bragging rights were gained this week.
Popping the last cooked finger into his mouth Cas nodded as his larger family member as he patted Tolh's shoulder and stood. Heading over to check on his troops that were looking over some consoles to see if their buyers were hear yet. Cas scooping up his heavy Trandoshan blade as he stepped from the table to allow his brother to continue his larger meal and slipped it back onto his back. The blade's scabbard slipping into its slot on the back of his curaiss as his pistol holsters swayed a bit before they were tightened.
All the lizards on the bridge however couldn't see the ship that had been sitting beside them for awhile as the windows didn't go that far, and it had had the good presence of mind to show up running dark and quiet to avoid detection.
CC-01/425, Delta Squad Adviser
Broadcasting to a CR25 Troop Carrier Link
Mission Briefing.
Double checking the data they had on the Prosecutor 25 set the pads down before turning to face the emitter, it was time to find out what happened to their ship. He had already uploaded the basic schematics that would play over his broadcast after he had begun. In all honesty this mission was not seeming right to him in the least; a large worship vanishing completely for two weeks, and then just popping back into space with no comms or checks or firings at all. The entire crew could be dead and it could be a massive trap...but then again that's why they had Delta Squad for this. And why they had a CR25 with them, to have at least some chance of a fight should there be one. But troops were few, as the transport was running on a light crew and few vehicles - but it would have to do. The transport with Delta on it holding position beside the frozen ship, off to its Starboard side to allow easier access to its torpedo tubes, the best entrance they had right now with the hangers locked down tight.
There was some brief blue light specs from the emitter on the floor the Carrier, which Delta were currently supposed to be around, before 25's form materialized floating above the projector. CC-1138 could be seen from his emitter, and that was enough to start the briefing.
"Cuy'gar(Hello) Delta, I'm sure you recognize what you are currently floating next to - the Prosecutor." The form of 25 fizzled out to be replaced by the Schematic of the vessel as he continued to talk. "An Acclamator class assault ship, under the command of Captain Martz. Two weeks ago, while patrolling the Corellian Sector, the ship vanished. And it was only yesterday, nearly two days now, that it resurfaced. No comms, no contact. Your mission will be to board the vessel, assess the situation, and retrieve the flight logs before finding a location to extract." The rotating schematic was then replaced by 25 again. "Once completed we will be able to send in less lethal crews to get the vessel back into Republic Hands. You will all be deploying via Low Gravity Infiltration and entering through the torpedo tubes and then deeper into the ship. Delta-38, your objective is the Aft data core. Delta-62, you will be heading for the Bow. Delta-40, Port. And Delta-07, Starboard. I trust Delta can atiniir(to endure/tough out) any complications that arise - as a very Promonent Republic Offical took great notice of your skill on Geonosis."
With the basics done 25 finally stopped talking, waiting for the questions if there were any to be asked before the hatch would open and Delta would gently jet their way toward their old home.
(Let me know if got any questions
- you two already on the ship can explain how you've stayed out of lizard claws the past few days in your post.)
(Remember that this isn't supposed to be 100% true to Cannon, so feel free to have different dialogue and actions. :3)
Caszll, Commander of The Swift Talons
Prosecutor bridge.
Enjoying a victory meal.
Always a good feeling to have an earned reward after a job well done, and today was no exception. His Talons had just been doing some patrolling and searching for targets when the massive Republic ship had sauntered past them, apparently having some communication issues. His elder brother, currently seated next to him with his large chaingun in its own chair on the bridge, had suggested the surprise attack. It was a risky move, but damn had it not paid off in spades. The Scorekeeper had likely gotten an influx of points from the entire Mercenary Company for the swift boarding and take over. The bridge was easy enough to take, and the old Captain had been delicious and kind enough to provide Casz with a brand new pistol to call his own. It went very well with his more rough Dosh design, and it was just a simple batter of sawing off the old trigger guard to allow his fingers to grip and fire effectively. Since the take over they had quickly hopped into Hyper-space and gone far outside Republic territory, mostly to boast about their capture but also to try and discuss what to do with their prize. The Trandoshans weren't officially in the war, and getting on the Republics bad side wouldn't be that good of a move for the race. And they knew that the larger clans would hunt them all down if they brought the Republic to their door. So it was decided that the ship would be sold to the Trade Federation. And a very healthy paw off would be provided for the ship. That's why they were here now, waiting for the buyer to arrive for the hand off.
The large mercenary company were currently spread throughout the massive ship, but due to its size and overly complex(for Trandoshan's) design they couldn't be everywhere at once. One of the reason they had sent Scavenger droids into all the nooks and crannies to seek out the Clones that were cowering in them. They knew what troops were there due to the crew manifests, but some of the names still eluded them out in the ship somewhere. But the Federation would root them out when the ship was handed over. So most of the Trandoshans weren't currently on hunting duty - but those that were were all in groups of at least two. Many were in the many medical bays being treated by the sliced medical droids from some of the injuries they took in the boarding or by some now dead or missing clones afterwards. Some more of them were busy looting the armories for weapons and armor, for selling later on the galactic markets, them being loaded up into crates. While even more were resting, eating, and sleeping as they waited for this mission to be done. But all of them were feeling great despite the few of them that had perished in the operation so far. They had accomplished what many would see as impossible for Trandoshans, and many points and bragging rights were gained this week.
Popping the last cooked finger into his mouth Cas nodded as his larger family member as he patted Tolh's shoulder and stood. Heading over to check on his troops that were looking over some consoles to see if their buyers were hear yet. Cas scooping up his heavy Trandoshan blade as he stepped from the table to allow his brother to continue his larger meal and slipped it back onto his back. The blade's scabbard slipping into its slot on the back of his curaiss as his pistol holsters swayed a bit before they were tightened.
All the lizards on the bridge however couldn't see the ship that had been sitting beside them for awhile as the windows didn't go that far, and it had had the good presence of mind to show up running dark and quiet to avoid detection.
CC-01/425, Delta Squad Adviser
Broadcasting to a CR25 Troop Carrier Link
Mission Briefing.
Double checking the data they had on the Prosecutor 25 set the pads down before turning to face the emitter, it was time to find out what happened to their ship. He had already uploaded the basic schematics that would play over his broadcast after he had begun. In all honesty this mission was not seeming right to him in the least; a large worship vanishing completely for two weeks, and then just popping back into space with no comms or checks or firings at all. The entire crew could be dead and it could be a massive trap...but then again that's why they had Delta Squad for this. And why they had a CR25 with them, to have at least some chance of a fight should there be one. But troops were few, as the transport was running on a light crew and few vehicles - but it would have to do. The transport with Delta on it holding position beside the frozen ship, off to its Starboard side to allow easier access to its torpedo tubes, the best entrance they had right now with the hangers locked down tight.
There was some brief blue light specs from the emitter on the floor the Carrier, which Delta were currently supposed to be around, before 25's form materialized floating above the projector. CC-1138 could be seen from his emitter, and that was enough to start the briefing.
"Cuy'gar(Hello) Delta, I'm sure you recognize what you are currently floating next to - the Prosecutor." The form of 25 fizzled out to be replaced by the Schematic of the vessel as he continued to talk. "An Acclamator class assault ship, under the command of Captain Martz. Two weeks ago, while patrolling the Corellian Sector, the ship vanished. And it was only yesterday, nearly two days now, that it resurfaced. No comms, no contact. Your mission will be to board the vessel, assess the situation, and retrieve the flight logs before finding a location to extract." The rotating schematic was then replaced by 25 again. "Once completed we will be able to send in less lethal crews to get the vessel back into Republic Hands. You will all be deploying via Low Gravity Infiltration and entering through the torpedo tubes and then deeper into the ship. Delta-38, your objective is the Aft data core. Delta-62, you will be heading for the Bow. Delta-40, Port. And Delta-07, Starboard. I trust Delta can atiniir(to endure/tough out) any complications that arise - as a very Promonent Republic Offical took great notice of your skill on Geonosis."
With the basics done 25 finally stopped talking, waiting for the questions if there were any to be asked before the hatch would open and Delta would gently jet their way toward their old home.
(Let me know if got any questions
- you two already on the ship can explain how you've stayed out of lizard claws the past few days in your post.)
