Faick Ond

Faick Ond's Character Sheet Identity [!ident] Real Name: Faick Ond A.K.A: N/A Homeworld: Coruscant Species: Human Physical Description [!dscrp] Age: 21 Height: 6'1" Weight: 180 lbs Hair: Brown Eyes: Green Sex: Male Equipment [!equip] Clothing or Armor: Imperial Uniform Weapon: Standard Issue Blaster Common Inventory: Comm, ID, and Weapon Faction Information [!factn] Non-Force User Alignment: Evil Current Faction Affiliation: Empire Current Faction Rank: N/A History: [!hstry] Force Side: N/A Trained by: N/A Trained who: N/A Known Skills: Slicing/hacking and piloting Background: Bred to be an Imperial Ship Registration [!ship] Name: N/A Class: N/A Model: N/A Manufacturer: N/A Length: N/A Armaments: N/A Armor: N/A Anti-Personnel Defenses: N/A Appearance: N/A Modifications: N/A

Lt. Faick Ond was pacing the corridor when he recieved his orders. He was to report to the hangar bay of his now immediate superior. He made haste towards his quarters and donned his new armor, and with the final hiss of the helme tsecuring into place, Faick was ready. He left his quarters and headed down the corridor. It was amazing how awesome the resounding sound of the armor was each time he took a step. The clanks followed him all the way to the hangar. Arriving, he spotted the man he assumed was his new commander by the way he was ordering people around. He walked stiffly towards this new man, saluting him as he arrived. "Lt. Faick Ond, reporting for duty."

As Faick was finishing his message, he recieved a message from the very person he was trying to contact. Looking at his pilot, he stated bluntly, "You heard the man, take me to that Star Destroyer." His pilot acknowledged and began to fly towards the large hunking piece of metal. The shuttle docked with the destroyer and Faick climbed off, looking for a commanding officer. Spotting one, Faick made his way over, came to attention and saluted. "Faick Ond reporting for duty sir." ((Hooray for short posts and crappy internet connection... ))

An Imperial shuttle burst out of hyperspace, carrying one Faick Ond. The Imperial lieutenant brought up an open comm channel and sent a message down to the surface for General Geki. --Comm-- "General Geki, this is Lieutenant Ond. I was recently sent to the planet of Tatooine to attend the conference of the galaxies leaders, that is, until it was wiped out. I'm requesting permission to land and be reassigned to either training or a new mission. -Lieutenant Ond --End Comm--

Faick watched with disappointment as the bickering around the table became more frequent, and was glad when Exodus stepped in. The Sith Master knew how to get things done. "I agree. A neutral rep can always be swayed. Everyone has a price. If a council is to be formed, it should consist of a singular representitive from each faction, the Empire, Rebel's, Sith, Jedi, Black Sun, and the Hutts, who come together and decide what would be in the best interest of the galaxy. But if this is to be effective it must be done quickly and swiftly. Anymore bickering would be pointless and waste more lives."

A Lambada-class shuttle burst out of hyperspace over the planet of Tatooine. Faick landed the shuttle at Whyl's palace and walked in, hand on his blaster. He recognized the Alliance head, Onderin Starlisk a few paces ahead of him and was tempted to go ahead and shoot the Jedi Master in the back, but knew that he would be in deep shit if he did. He followed the others down the hallway towards the audience chamber...

Faick saluted the new Emporer, then exectued a perfect military about-face and headed to one of the Imperial shuttles. He prepped it and lifted off, heading towards Tatooine.

Facik Ond sat in the prep room looking at the diagram of the building. There were two entrances to the north, facing away from the Imperial base, on to the east, and one to the west. Unfortunatley there were none that were directly facing the direction they would be approaching from, but that could be easily overcome. Faick started by assigning each member of the squad a number of 1 through 12, one for each trooper, with himself being one. "Alright, we'll be dividing into four groups. 1-3, will be silver group, 4-6 will be blue group, 7-9 will be white group, and 10-12 will be green group. Silver group, we'll be entereing the target through the east door. Blue group, you will take west door. White group will take the North East Door, and Green group will take the North West Door. As soon as the patrol is past your door and around the building get in by using a code descrambler that will be provided to you. As soon as your in make your way to the command center, which will be in the middle of the building. Once you reach the command center, tag the commander there and the drill will be over. Be at your assigned stations in fifteen minutes. Good luck." As he finished speaking, Faick fitted actions to words and led his suited up team out the door towards their assigned zone. They set up behind some shrubbery just as the patrol was passing their door. "Start timer," he instructed the third member of his team. They would wait for the patrol to complete their round, then relay the time to the other groups to alert them of how much time they had. After waiting about five minutes they spotted the patrol rounding the corner. That would give each team just over a minute to get into the building undetected. No problem. He relayed this new information to the other squads then began his approach. He spotted the key pad and attached the descrambler to it and watched as the 9 digit code appeared on his display. He entered the code and the door hissed open. The other two members of his team sprinted over and they stepped inside as the door hissed shut. They were inside, now onto the command center. ((I'm guessing you're going to make this interactive?))

Faick nodded and was escorted out of the room. Faick was led to a young woman who had the markings of a Captain. "Lieutinant Ond, reporting for duty," he said, saluting quickly.

Faick nodded at the Admiral, thinking his answer through. "Well, I'd like to join because of the extraodinary things I've heard about it. I share many of the same beliefs that the Empire was founded on, and I believe that I can bring many things to the Imperial Forces."

Faick smiled as he was given permission to land aboard the Super Star Destroyer. He moved his ship into the hangar bay and was met by two Imperial Guards with blasters at the ready. "Woah, easy there fella's. No need to fret, I'm just here about a job." The guards didn't relax any but it didn't make Faick nervous in the least. The lead guard motioned for Faick to follow, which he did, and the other guard brought up the rear. The walked for a few minutes before arriving in some kind of small, yet rather lavish audience chamber. Faick made his way up to who he guessed was the Admiral, made a sweeping bow, then returned to his up-right position, smiling slightly. "Good evening, Admiral."

Faick Ond was just finishing his sixth-third game of holonet sabbac when he noticed some new ships in the area. He realized that one of the new ships was a Super Star Destroyer, namely the flagship of the Imperial Forces. He opened his comm and began to speak. --Comm-- Good day Imperial Forces. My name is Faick Ond and I'm seeking an audience with Admiral Macleod. Awaiting your response. -Ond Out --End Comm--

A small freighter burst out of hyperspace above Cardia. Its lone occupant, Faick Ond, sent a comm down to the surface, one he had picked up during his time with the Link. --Comm to Macleod-- Mr. Macleod, my name is Faick Ond. I'm here about a job, particularly one in the way of a stormtrooper. I'm above Cardia right now. It would be appreciated if I were allowed to land and we can have a little talk about my hiring. Good day, sir. --End Comm--

I'll get to it later, and when you say 8:52, do you mean at night? That's not that late dude... From what I've read, a very little, it looks okay.

((Legal Double Post)) Faick stood outside his quarters WAITING FOR THE TWI'LEK TO ANSWER HIS QUESTION.