Tess/Tez Bola
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Post by Tess/Tez Bola on Jan 15, 2014 11:45:34 GMT -8
It would be a lie to say that Tez didn't expect any altercations to her presence. In fact, the glowering was welcomed, as she was too used to it by now in the course of her travels. She didn't, however, expect to be asked such a blunt question. "what am I fighting for?" she internalized. She mused to herself, obviously aware of the chagrin that loomed around her. For the first time in quite some time, fear nipped at her soul. She had never been asked a question both simple and yet so difficult ever since the night her life had changed forever. How does one answer that kind of question in front of one of the most intimidating and deadliest creatures in the universe without sounding cliched or like a liar? Better yet, how can one answer and not get a bullet between the eyes? Tez wondered which was more terrifying- telling the truth or coming up with a clever lie on the spot.
"Ma'am," Tez began a little less confidantly than before. She dropped her cigarette, remembering it was in her mouth. She snuffed it with the tip of her newly accquired boot. "Pardon my ignorant intrusion. Honestly, at the moment, I'm fighting for myself. Not for selfish reasons, but for purpose. By witnessing the destruction of my family, a burden has been lifted. I have been abused for being different since I was young, and the arrival of your faction has freed me from the figurative and literal shackles I had once been held within. I wish to aid the one who freed me from those terrible wretches of human life."
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The Major
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Post by The Major on Jan 16, 2014 14:01:06 GMT -8
The air stifles, oxygen feels like charges, and that dreadful familiarity touches upon the precepts of everyone involved within line of sight in this interesting debacle. The troopers stiffen, their bodies anticipating the sudden burst of energy, as even their submachine guns and storm rifles bristle on edge as if they too were personalities feeling the weight of nervousness, chaos. Our last Fallanassi, the freckled woman with the lips that were just a little too long, moves in, musket toting and ready. If death was imminent, it could not be more obvious. Standing at over six feet tall, it wasn't often that she encountered another human woman who could approach her eye line, but the strange and ill fated woman came close. Slowly, one of those white gloved hands extends, reaching as if to grab the face of soon to be departed in order to crush it in a vise of sudden anger and revenge.
The Major then pats Tez on the back of her shoulder twice, and a wide grin bursts on her face.
!HAWWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!
The troops practically weep with malicious joy, while the ridiculously tall Fallanassi creepily and steadily remains silent, unable to join in with her soldiers in their trumpeting laughter even if she wanted to partake. Eventually the racket begins to die down, and in this temporary lull, the Major speaks to the woman, her tone completely blue-shifted from threatening to jovial.
"Remember vwhat zyou saidt heir; remember dat every person zyou see heir fights for dat fvery basic reason -themselves. Now, I hafe ein fvery urgent matter to attendt unto. Ist dat ein probhlem? Nein, unt vwhy?"
Quite suddenly, the Major viciously punches the newcomer in the sternum with enough force to dent the light armor she was wearing. Whether Tez evaded or was currently reeling from the blow was of no importance, for the Fallanassi was already signaling the platoon commander to come on over while talking down upon the latest friend.
"Because from now on, zyou're vone of mein, unt zyou'll be dehr fvery best, or die tryingk to impress both me unt dehr men unt vwoman to zyour left unt right."
She grabs the platoon leader's submachine gun, an revamped model based off the archaic MP-40, and places it into Tez's arms.
"Dere, I hafe empowered zyou. Shhtay vwith der Sargeant: he vwill further educate zyou."
Then the Major turns and marches unto the dropship. Before it hovers upwards, she has once more thing to impart upon Tez.
"Oh, unt Fräulein? Don't ever make me late again."
And with that, the second dropship departs speedily, leaving quite a number of men and woman around Tez, who now approached her, some with a more lusty face than others. The Platoon commander then speaks directly to the newly armed woman.
"Well, it's your sister laying drowned in a stream. What do you want to do with her body? By the way, she's a complete coward. I hope you've got a better pair on you than that. Suicide? She should have fought, or maybe made a jump for my weapon -whatever, but suicide? Fucking coward."
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Tess/Tez Bola
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Post by Tess/Tez Bola on Jan 18, 2014 8:51:36 GMT -8
The recently armed woman held the weapon to her chest, partially to cover the dent in her armor but really as a form of unconventional comfort. She held the weapon fondly, even gingerly, as a child would with a stuffed toy, afraid to lose it for the protection it offers. She looked upon the sea of new faces, unsure of their intentions or even their capability for more horrors. Moving the hair from her face, Tez stood upright and once again looked towards the river where her alleged sister laid dead. "That filth ceased to be my sister years ago," Tez said to the platoon commander. "Do what you wish with her."
Tez took this opportunity to collect the thoughts that penetrated her psyche minutes ago. She excused herself from the thirsty looking men and women that were surrounding her, saying she needed replacement armor (which everyone knew wasn't a lie). She strolled the area, ever vigilant of the behaviors of these soldiers. She removed the ivory ribbon she had tied around her wrist and quickly put back her hair. She asked around where to get new supplies and a dubious looking man pointed her in a vague direction. She lit another cigarette as she began walking. Tez sighed. "What have I gotten myself into now?"
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The Major
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Post by The Major on Jan 19, 2014 19:30:03 GMT -8
A whistle punctures the air. No, it wasn't a traitorous round aimed to silence ever expanding dreams or shatter schemes in an instance. It was quite possibly something much worse: the wet half mouthed sound coming from a trooper who was just a slice bolder, or more bored, than the rest. Crunching footsteps marked his hasted approach as the soldier vaulted and skipped across a number of ashen obstacles in order to quickly close the gap to his target.
"Oy! Oy! What did you say your name was?"
There seemingly was nothing threatening to his posture, and even his rifle was stowed without much complaint by slinging it unto his back. Perhaps one could describe his face as handsome, or rather, it showed that once upon a time he would have been considered quite dashing. A number of scars across his cheeks and neck, plus some rather impressive burn marks above his eye -which he wore a cap low and snug to cover- had proven to steal most of that charm away. If these deformities deterred him from speaking to Tez in the slightest, the soldier certainly did not give such indications.
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Tess/Tez Bola
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Post by Tess/Tez Bola on Jan 21, 2014 14:32:02 GMT -8
Tez's eyes rolled at the uncouth shouting that came from behind her. Being new certainly had its disadventages but being sexualized shouldn't have been one of them. Whether or not this man's intentions were undertoned by malice or not, she didn't care to find out at the moment. She puffed at her cigarette and pressed on with her present objective. She made it to the makeshift supply shack and passed the threshold without turning back to see if the whistler followed her. If he was really interested in her affairs, he could ask in a civilized way.
"Ah, we were expecting you, miss," a voice said amusingly from behind the counter. "That was quite a spectacle. Either you are incredibly brave or incredibly stupid." Tez laughed at the assumption. "I could also have a deathwish, a promise to keep or even something to prove" Tez retorted. "Why rule any of those out?" The supply man smiled. "Of course, I meant no offense. It isn't often people are so brass to the Major. To her face, anyway. Regardless, what you did was uncommon and may prove to be foolhardy in the end. We'll see how your reputation will preceed you in the days to come." He turned around to the closet behind him and began rummaging through his cache. He pulled out a new uniform as well as armor. "These should be adequate, and actually fit you. Where'd you get your uniform Now, off a corpse?" Tez smiled mischieviously. "'Course not. Thanks for all your help." With that, Tez left the shack and made her way to the nearest changing station.
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The Major
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Post by The Major on Jan 22, 2014 5:58:15 GMT -8
"Geez-ughhh. . . Was it something I said?"Spoke the whistling trooper rather dejectedly. This of course bought upon the sympathy of his compatriots -with this sympathy made up of churlish insults designed to both cause as much discomfort unto him and fill the revelers with as much mirth as possible.
Perhaps his approach was off, but what the fidgeting target, Elisa -she had just strolled in from out of nowhere! How was that even possible with their recon units keeping overwatch? Needlesstosay, the soldier was quite perplexed, perhaps out of a warped form of jealously and admiration, but mostly to know if there was some sort of skill or equipment that had obviously surpassed their collective monitoring acumen.
Besides, he, and everyone else down here had to find something to do. They were doing what all soldiers from the beginning of time had to suffer doing: await orders.
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Tess/Tez Bola
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Post by Tess/Tez Bola on Jan 22, 2014 11:50:53 GMT -8
Upon leaving the changing station (which was merely an outhouse minus the toilet) Tez noticed the man again and pondered whether or not an alliance could be a worthwhile endeavor. The last time a thought such as this came into fruition, it ended horrifically- not for Tez of course, but for her cohort and his family. She knew full well of the animosity that lingered among the camp and strove to prove herself. This was an infiltration and knew more than she led on. Much more, in fact. A handful of nay sayers couldn't deter her from what she had to gain. She was risking exposure, but who knows, maybe there will be some profit. As long as there weren't any wild rancors on the loose on this rock (which was, hopefully, impossible) some recon was in order.
Tez hooted back at the whistler, eager to get into the swing of things. "Hey you. Yeah you, whistle man. Show me around camp before I gouge your eyes out."
Crude? Yes. Rude? Naturally. "Doesn't pay being portrayed as weak or a pushover." Tez rationalized. "Let's go, skinny. We're burning sunlight."
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Post by The Major on Feb 16, 2014 21:32:01 GMT -8
After an excruciating wait for orders, the soldiers finally get, you guessed it, new bloody orders. The details and intentions are sketchy, but the gist is for their asses to be done with operations on Dressel. Some might regret it. The forests were massive and mystical. Others welcomed ditching a place where no razing was likely to occur.
Eventually, the dropships pick up everyone and leads them to the capital ship.
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Jace Stealer
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Post by Jace Stealer on Jul 31, 2015 21:05:56 GMT -8
Day 1
0400 Hours
1,754 Kilometers NW of Breehara
The Obaron Isles
Dawn had only just risen by the isolated island chain. Fog banks rolled down from the hills and blanketed the forests within the valley resting in the center of the largest island, Obaron. Hills lined the outside of the island with the highest residing on the western rim. Jetting east out of the highest western hill was a wide and shallow syncline that supported a plateau. It was here that it was flat enough to support a forward operating base, with the addition to the surrounding hillside being covered in forests which made for well hidden reconnaissance positions that would alert the base to any inbound threats. It was here that the Emerald Blades would land.
While the escort of X-wings stayed ten kilometers to the south holding a low pattern, the three CR25s and a squadrons of LAAT/i's approached the island from low altitude. Cutting through the upper reaches of the fog as they flew over the island, only wisps drifted along with the ships as they made touch down at the designated site of the soon-to-be forward operating base. Soldiers poured out of the LAAT/i's and secured the immediate perimeter as the CR25s touched down and offloaded the base-building construction vehicles. They immediately began leveling the slight gradient of the surrounding area as platoons of soldiers from the LAAT/i's moved from their positions along the perimeter into the bordering woodlands. With the soldiers moving through the island securing the terrain and confirming local conditions of orbital imaging data, the construction vehicles laid the brickwork for the base. Various prefabricated shelters, storage, command and logistic compounds were dragged out and placed accordingly within the confines of the base. Landing pads were cleared out and occupied by the LAAT/i's and CR25s while the bases perimeter defenses were established. Walls and guard towers were erected with the support of E-web turrets and anti-aircraft missile systems.
Within a day, forward operating base Paladin was up and running with the entirety of the island secured. Supporting just over one thousand Emerald Blade combatants (not including support staff), FOB Paladin, with the support of their Acclamator in orbit acting as the main operating base and support structure, will be able to extend their reach of influence over the surrounding islands within the next few days. And within the first week, they will begin their campaign against the tyrannical invading forces that have seized this region within the past month.
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Post by Jace Stealer on Aug 8, 2015 15:05:43 GMT -8
Day 1
2100 Hours
Forward Operating Base: Paladin
Obaron (Main), The Obaron IslesNight had descended upon FOB Paladin by the time the finishing touches of the base's construction was complete. Small lights from the insides of the large tents gave the encampment a soft glow. Non-combatant personnel hurried around the base as the unpacking and establishment of various equipment continued. The mess hall was established first, enabling them to feed the soldiers working the night watch. Soldiers established their own sleeping quarters with their gear and personal items. An engineers station was set up along the hard-packed section of the base to provide for the stationed LAAT/i's. They will be the main methods of travel for this campaign, as the region they were operating in was a collection of rough islands filled with forests and natural hazards. The use of vehicles was an option, albeit a limited one. There were few places large and sparse enough to use their A-A5 heavy speeder trucks, never mind the A-9 flying fortresses.
Within the command structure several communications specialists and strategic analysts studied maps of the surrounding islands, writing down strategic positions and defensive tactics. On one side of the compound Colonel Baobab was standing next to a map detailing the next step of the campaign, with the officers involved both seated and standing before him. Lieutenant Colonels Varon, Byrone, Weeshun, and Zubumafu sat in the front while Majors Quayle, Xanadu and First Lieutenants Kampala and Jones stood behind them, all of them jotting down notes that they would relay to their soldiers participating in the operation. Colonel Baobab wrote down key points next to the map and made notes and additional objective markers to the map itself as he talked. "Approximately 60 kilometers west of our current position is the main island of Stremus. The northeast and southeast bays will be the landing zones for the 33rd and 34th Companies respectively. Kampala and Jones' platoon will disperse out into the surrounding terrain and form a perimeter around the bays. From there, the rest of your companies will fly in and move to assist. Once on the ground you'll be tasked with dealing with both protecting the bays from enemy combatants as well as moving to assault nearby enemy positions. This is the first step to securing this island, so accomplishing these tasks are crucial. Air support in the form of X-wings, K-wings, and LAAT/i's will be available to you. However, it is imperative that you identify targets of airstrikes to be strictly enemy combatants. There are civilian populations on the islands, and casualties of their kind will not be tolerated. I want you in the air by 0100. Copies of this operation will be made available to you for briefing your men.... dismissed." Over the next few hours, the officers briefed their soldiers and began preparations. Mechanics and pilots made their final checks to the LAAT/i's. In orbit, X-wings and K-wings readied themselves in the hanger of the Acclamator to provide air-to-ground support. Soldiers back in base did whatever else was needed to prepare themselves for a ground campaign, including the cleaning weapons, grabbing a bite to eat, showering, sleeping, and even meditation. Everybody had their own way of coping with the calm before the storm.
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Jace Stealer
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Post by Jace Stealer on Aug 12, 2015 15:45:21 GMT -8
Day 2
0058 Hours
Forward Operating Base: Paladin
Obaron (Main), The Obaron Isles
Twelve LAAT/i's sat on the hardpacked surface beside the engineering stations, the idle whine of the engines drowning out the sounds of the soldier's boots who moved to board them. 33rd and 34th company of the 17th Battalion piled in, consisting of about two hundred and forty soldiers who would be on the ground for this assault. Sixty kilometers to the west was the island of Stremus, where the two companies would be landing in separate bays in two waves. The first wave would secure the landing zone and push into the forests to widen the defensive perimeter. The second wave would land to aid the first wave as well as move to establish a possible forward operating site for continued operations on the island.
With the boarding of the four 1st Lieutenants leading their platoons, the gunships lifted off and took off from the base with a roar from the engines. The gunships carrying the 33rd company split off to the north to LZ Alpha while the 34th company cut to the south to LZ Bravo. Each convoy had six LAAT/i's flying in two delta formations, one after the other. Hidden in the night sky and behind cloud cover, two flights of support waited for the command to unleash their fury on anything that would dare oppose the 17th battalion. A total of four X-wings and four K-wings were loaded with ordnance, from plasma and proton torpedoes, ion bombs, and various hardpoint missiles including thermobaric missiles and bunker busters among other ordnance. All the ships flew to their destinations, syncing up their arrivals for 0120 hours for a synchronized assault.
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Post by Jace Stealer on Nov 23, 2015 8:33:57 GMT -8
Day 2
0120 Hours
Northeast Bay
Stremus Island
1st Lieutenant Kampala, head of 17th Battalion's Alpha platoon, sat with his squad in the gunship leading the delta formation of the first wave. Sitting at the front of the ship looking back, he glanced at each one of his soldiers. Some kept their eyes on the floor, deep in thought about the mission ahead or reminiscing about some past event or person. Others watched the ocean pass by with the night vision optics through the gunship's viewports. And the last couple chatted to one another, conversing about some insignificant event or jesting with one another. All in all his team was generally relaxed, which was good considering they would most likely be spending the next few days on this island without the luxuries of a hot shower or a warm bed.
The pilot at the front of the gunship slapped the side of his seat and yelled something back to Kampala. He didn't have his headset on, so hearing the pilot over the thrum of the ship was difficult. But he had a good guess as to what he said. Checking the charge on his A280, he looked up at his team. "Listen up! Check your gear and keep your eyes peeled, we know these marauders are out here, just not where. We'll be touching down here in a minute." He didn't need to say much as he knew his men knew the drill. They had been through it countless times before. Activating his headset commlink, he glanced out the window to one of the other gunships in the formation. "Charlie Charlie, this is Alpha One-One, radio check, over."
Alpha One-One, this is Alpha Two-One, reading five by five, over.
Alpha One-One, this is Alpha Three-One, reading four by five, over.
Alpha One-One, this is Alpha Four-One, reading five by four, over.
Alpha One-One, this is Alpha Five-One, reading four by four, over.
"Charlie Charlie, this is Alpha One-One, prepare for disembark, out." Right on time too. The gunships slowed down and dropped altitude as they came upon the beach of the northeastern bay. With the gunships descending upon the beach as quickly as they could, Kampala stood from his seat and slid one of the side doors open. Sand curled up into the air from the repulsorlifts which fired to steady the LAAT/i's as they touched down. With boots smashing into the sand as the soldiers jumped down from the gunships, it took less than ten seconds for the whole platoon to form a landing perimeter around the vessels. With the heavy thrum of the gunships filling the air as they took off, the five squads of men jogged to the wood line to proceed with the mission. First squad was to head directly west, with second squad taking the northwest, third squad taking the southwest, fourth squad taking the most southern route and fifth squad moving to the north. This extending semi-circle would provide a secure perimeter for the next platoon and sappers to land in.... But the marauders had other plans.
Just as the teams got within the first few meters of the wood line, Kampala saw it. Less than two hundred meters in the lightly wooded area was a small encampment. A single dying fire lightly illuminated four small tents and a lean-to in a small dirt clearing. Several skins and hunks of meat hung from the lean-to, being prepared to be packaged and shipped off-world. But what caught the eye of the first lieutenant was the ten or more visibly-armed figures rushing about, moving to defensive positions. And they certainly weren't Dresselians. "Heads up! Squad-sized element, 150 meters, twelve o'clock, fire at will! " The tranquil calm of the forest was shattered in an instant as suppressive fire hammered the encampment. Several pirates were caught in the crossfire, either diving into cover with various injuries or hitting the ground as a steaming corpse. The injured took a moment to lick their wounds while the other pirates mounted a desperate attempt to regain an initiative by firing back with various armaments ranging from slugthrowers to heavy blaster rifles. Kampala's squad found themselves in a full-on close-range firefight.
Lasers lanced back and forth through the forest, punctuated with metallic slugs that tore through the trees and foliage around the squad. One such round smashed into a corporal who toppled back into the brush, dazed by the impact. His team member and a medic moved to his aid under the barrage of fire, the soldier sending back a punishing volley of his own while the medic checked the corporal. The man waved the medic off, gesturing to the crumbled round that sat in his blast vest. "It's alright... vest took the impact... just keep suppressing them." While two of the three fireteams that made up Kampala's squad applied as much firepower as they could muster onto the encampment, the third fireteam trudged through the forest on the flank in a classic bounding overwatch maneuver. Once in position they opened fire, providing cover for the next team to move forward. This continued as the two teams leapfrogged closer and closer to the site, the third team sitting back with their wounded member and changing from suppressive fire to more accurate shots in an attempt to pick off whoever was left. By the time they reached the camp, the only thing that remained was the corpses of the poachers who had been taken by surprise. Kampala gave the all clear, and silence reigned over the region once more.
After another set of communication checks, Alpha platoon established a proper perimeter in the woods around the bay. The second half of the 33rd Company set down on the beach, dropping off Bravo platoon, engineers, and supplies. They moved themselves and the supplies to the edge of the woods, unpacking the various amounts of equipment to set up a makeshift camp. Engineers moved supplies and armaments to the outer perimeter to establish reinforced defensive positions. With tents and communication equipment set-up and operational, they sent word to Forward Operating Base Paladin that they had secured the bay. Now they waited for the word of 34th Company, and whether or not they fared well in the south...
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Post by Sidara Vercopa on Oct 17, 2017 13:44:40 GMT -8
Sidara narrowed her eyes at him and pressed her lips together. She looked ready to attack, but she was trying not to cry in front of her fiance.
"Corr'ika. I lived without you for how long? I just got you back. If something happens to you now, they might as well take me too. I don't want to waste another day without you by my side. I cannot fathom sitting on this fecking ship wondering if you are alright or if you are coming back to me. It will drive me fecking batty. I don't know why you are even bothering to argue with me. Who do you have to go with you anyway? I will be your wife in life and in death Corr. There's no logical reason for me to not come."
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Post by Corr on Oct 17, 2017 14:15:42 GMT -8
The ship cruised lower over the landscape, its shadow flickering and bouncing over the lightly forested hills below. The sun was sitting low on the horizon in front of them prompting the viewscreen to polarise somewhat in order to avoid the glare becoming intolerable. The picturesque landscape streamed by underneath as the lone ship made its way towards the coast, homing in on a certain set of coordinates far from any settlement.
"Logic is the very reason I made this decision!"
The words were snapped out somewhat, the annoyance clearly evident in his voice. His left hand moved to flick a couple of switched, activated the attitude jets and reducing the polarisation of the viewport. He couldn't see a kriffing thing with it all blacked out like that after all. He shook his head again, more forcefully this time, his shaggy mane swaying across the shoulder plates of his armour.
"One of us must stay in contact with the Clan and offer leadership if it is needed. We have a duty to more than just or selfish desires..."
As soon as the words left his mouth he regretted them. That wasn't fair. His own reasons for going were out of a likely long redundant guilt was could also be construed as selfish reasons. The need for absolution driving him towards this path. Her insistence was no more or less viable than his yet he clung to his reasoning like a Nek gripping a stick.
"The place is contaminated..." He said again, once more trying for levity. "You never keep your helmet on EVER!"
The control panel pinged, indicating they were close to their destination. Reaching out Corr gripped the accelerator and eased it back towards him, decreasing their speed. At the same time he nudged the stick forward slightly, changing their trajectory and causing the ship to dive a little before leveling her out once again. His left hand again came forward, this time to activate the repulsors before shutting down the sublight engines all together, allowing the ship to cruise forward a few meters off of the ground.
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Post by Sidara Vercopa on Oct 17, 2017 14:29:23 GMT -8
Sid growled in Corr's direction.
"You weren't supposed to play that card, Corr... Giving me responsibilites on the ship isn't fair play. Sid looked at her feet and in a small pouty voice said "and I do too wear my helmet more because of you."
She knew there was no more use in fighting with him. It was a waste of time, and time was once again a commodity for them.
Fine. I will stay. But I want you to know how fecking annoyed I am that you are being such a butt about this. Also, I'm going to smoke on the ship while you are gone. So there.
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Post by Corr on Oct 17, 2017 16:32:03 GMT -8
He let out a withering sigh as he used the thrusters to further the ships forward motion, manipulating the repulsors to drop them lower still. A switch on the console allowed the landing struts to deploy and a soft thumb accompanied the ship settling to the ground. His hands flew over the controls some more as he secured the vessel before he stood up, stretching out the kinks in his back as he did so.
"Just try not to stub them out on the console..."
He knew better than to push his demands further still even though he burned to draw the line at the smoking on the ship too. He hated that she smoked anyway, and banning it from the ship had been step one in getting her to quit. He had also banned it from the Homestead meaning that she had to go outside each time she wanted to partake. Corr hope that if he made it enough of a pain in the ass she'd realise the folly of her ways, though he wasn't going to hold his breath...
With a slight shudder and another exhalation of breath, Corr finished with his stretch and grabbed his helm from the console.
Looking down at Sid he couldn't help a bark of laughter this time. Leaning over and kissing her protruding lower lip, smothering the pout under his own lips.
Straightening, her pinched her cheek then lightly tapped his fingers on the spot in a mocking but affectionate way.
"There's a good girl..."
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Post by Sidara Vercopa on Oct 17, 2017 17:34:27 GMT -8
And those words instantly melted an anger she had toward him. She loved him and he was probably just making sure she was there for him to go back to when this was over. Sid's stubborn streak was one to be reckoned with and he was about the only one that could reign it in.
"You need to check in frequently. Don't forget Corr. I am not about to have to go on another year long hunt for you. If you aren't taking me with you, you will have to keep me posted where you are. And don't take that helmet off. And for the love of Gods please be careful and come back to me. And... Corr... I won't smoke in the ship. I know you don't like it... and maybe when you get back you can help me quit... and Corr.. I love you.
She smiled at him even though worry flooded her body. She knew it was futile to argue anymore at this point and she just hoped he came back to her safe and sound.
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Post by Corr on Oct 18, 2017 4:31:26 GMT -8
He smiled tolerantly as the rush of words bubbled forth from her, her eyes earnest and wide, long red hair spilling down over her armoured right shoulder. The fierce love of his warrior-woman evident in everything she did.
She had never looked more beautiful to him then she did right now, the concern etched in her features somehow accentuating them better than any cosmetic ever could. They weren't young anymore yet the years had only added to her majesty, a regal handsomeness that the wisom in her eyes highlighted to a near-evangelical level. With the sun blazing through the viewport her green eyes looked dazzlingly bright, like twin turbolasers staring up at him, and made her hair looked like the glorious flames of eternity.
He leaned over again, this time his large hand gently caressing her cheek, moving down delicately to cup her face by her perfect chin, tilting her head up slightly with a very slight bit of pressure. He looked down at her, his own gray eyes serious in their and shadowed from his position with the sun behind him. His smile faded not in a sad way but to portray his own sincerity to her words, accepting her conditions as she had accepted his. Compromise was key in any relationship.
"I will, Sidara. You have my word."
Leaning forward he kissed her again, this time deep and meaningful, leaving everything that he was, everything the he will ever be, in the gesture. As he pulled away, looking down at her face bathed in rapture, he reversed direction to put his mouth close to her ear.
"Ni kar'taylir darasuum balyc, cyar'ika."
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Post by Sidara Vercopa on Oct 18, 2017 8:18:56 GMT -8
Sidara sank into his kiss. He'd been gone so long, and there were times where she was confident she would never feel him near her again. She silently prayed this wasn't the last time she would kiss him. She traced his scar with her fingertips and looked into his eyes before he pulled fully away from her.
Thank you, Corr'ika. I love you too.. more than you will ever know. Be safe. I will be here when you get back.
She dropped her hands and stepped back.
You'd better go and get this over with....
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Post by Corr on Oct 18, 2017 9:33:12 GMT -8
Thirty minutes later Corr stood some ten meters in front of the ships nose gazing off towards where the sun was sinking heavily towards the horizon, a swollen orb of yellow-orange hue falling majestically towards its bed. Sidara was on the ship running system diagnostics, prepping for the return trip to Concord Dawn. He would be travelling on by different means and in the company of some of the more hardened Mandalorians he had known. This trip was a volunteer only endeavor that had more than the usual level of risk involved, and he was hesitant about ordering anyone along. One exception was Maraak, but the former spy was an essential part in getting another component involved. Besides, Algara was as much Maraaks mess as it was Corrs.
The big man stretched as he had done on the bridge of the Tra'vod, still trying to work the kinks out from the long journey. Stretching his arms vertical above his head he thrust upwards, rising onto his tiptoes and defining a straight posture. His joints popped and muscles groaned with the extension, causing a slight shiver to wrack his body as he relaxed and let his arms drop.
He was no longer a young man and such things weren't as easy to shake of as they once were. He was bare-chested, having pulled off his armour so as to perform some maintenance and run a quick inventory. The armour sat in a neat pile besides him, helm resting on top, the armourweave body stocking he wore underneath undone and pulled from the torso and arms to bunch around his waist. His tattoos stood out starkly on his bronzed flesh, the contours of his heavily muscles body adopted a crimson highlight in the setting sun. Next to the armour his weapons lay on a large rock; the two Deathhammer blaster pistols, a beskad in its sheath with the belt wrapped around it, a knife also in a sheath, a black and gray lightsaber hilt, a bandoleer with six grenades, and a large blaster rifle that looked like it belonged on a tripod.
He reached up to scratch at his beard, eyes still on the horizon and the direction he was expecting company. It was still an hour until the specified rendezvous but he expected them to arrive within the next twenty minutes. Absently he pulled at the armourweave, finding the sleeve holes and pushing his arms into the reinforced fabric. Once done he zipped up the front of the overalls and blew out a breath before turning and dropping to his haunches beside the pile if armour and weaponry.
First went the boots that included the greaves which protected the shin area. Next the knee guards and cuisses followed by the codpiece and cuirass which was rather awkward on ones own. His armour was extensive even by Mandalorian standard, a daunting weight that was only viable for one of his size and strength, but Corr had come to a certain proficiency in the intricacies needed in donning it solo. As he shrugged the chestpiece into place he then affixed each pauldron into place before dipping through the straps for the jetpack.
Now came the delicate part...
From the jetpacks fuel tanks he drew forth a reinforced hose and snaked it under his armour, threading it through ready made compartments, until it protruded out near his left armpit. Reaching around awkwardly he then proceeded to funnel it into rerebrace, the piece of armour that protected his upper arm, before clipping that bit of armour in place. Next the hose ran through his elbow guards before slotting into the vambrace and the flame unit house within. Once done he clipped the crushgaunt onto his forearms and hand, flexing the hand before slamming it into a fist, two middle fingers hitting first. With a steely his the twin claws shot forth from their housing, revealing fourteen inches of barbed beskar, the sun adding highlights that made them look as if they were covered in blood.
The process was repeated for the other arms amrour yet without the hindrance of connecting a flamer, (there was only a flamer in the left gauntlet), and the hiss of the claws extending once again sang out in counterpoint to natures hymn. He checked the rappel line and the tranq dart, of which he had six loaded,
then fixed his blaster pistols to each thigh. Finally he looped the beskads scabbard over his head where it slid snugly into position against the jetback, maglocking in place, and scooped up the helm and rifle.
He stopped still for a moment, an iron behemoth outlined against the break of day, a resolute and unyielding sentinel against the coming of night. A few Mando'a words muttered from his lips, a benediction to Kad asking for his guidance in the coming days. It was not unusual for Corr to invoke The destroyer at such times. Gone was the fanatical zeal that had so clouded his thinking back in the war against the Jedi. In its place was a more reserved form of devotion and piety, a belief in family, Clan and the Manda that promised simplicity and humility.
After what seemed like an age the head bobbed once in a silent nod. Corr Vhett was ready...
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Corr Vhett - puts the "Laughter" in "Manslaughter".....