Robert McNamara

Robert's face pulled up trying to remember. The last time he had seen her just before the Death Star, right? He shook his head from the thought. Alot had changed since then, the Death Star. Imperials had gone the side of the wayard drunk. Drifting from cantina to cantina without another thought. Robert and the guys werent like that. The had all been spit out inside the bombed-out Strider. Their home. Their ship. A lot of time and energy had gone into getting where they were now. Even the ship they were in took some effort to find, let alone run.

 

But- as Robert loved to find out- things always worked out. The ship, a Charger C70 retrofit on a Consular-Class cruiser only needed a few crew members. The survivor's of the 115th had made it work.

 

"Oh I feel fine, all of us are, in fact. But we are curious..." a soft sucking in of air from Robert. "Ahhh, I suppose that can wait until we meet in person. We can meet on the surface, or we can get the airlock prepped for you to come aboard. Either way works for us. I leave it to your best judgement, Senator."

 

There was no scorn or emphasis placed on her rank this time, now- it was uncalled for. Robert nodded to Adams and landing coordinates were sent to Raven's navcomputer of a landing spot big enough for both their vessels. The C70 silently coasted along a debris ring- keeping it's portside flank protected. The flight pattern was casual- at least enough to see that it was a pilot with some military background.

So, she did come- what appeared to by herself. Lisa confirmed a single ship, no other ships dropped out with her. Everyone had come back to the bridge. Adams and Spook had dawned their armor, Ghost was at the Engine controls- in a space suit. Phantom would have been in the engine room, while Hunter was off with his squad of tech- droids. Robert cinched his jacket, cleared his throat, and stood.

 

"You guys want to see our old friend?" Robert's gaze was on the view screen, the question was more rhetorical. Rigid and tall- irrelevant at this point. "Spook, give her the coordinates. Adams, she is in the zone, correct?"

 

Spook called out that the coordinates for Raven had been sent. Adams remarked that Raven was in the zone, within eyesight even. Lisa chimed that she was still tracking the surrounding area, with help from the droids they dropped. Ghost was looking at Robert, his hand on the controls to the engines. Eye contact with the comrade, and Robert nodded. The ship powered up and it started to move out from its hiding spot among the debris.

 

"Open comm channel to her." Slightly sifting his feet once, twice before speaking, Adam's gave him the thumbs up.

 

 

"Hello, Raven." A lighter tone came out and Robert's heart skipped a beat as he said her name. The one shining moment of his life- his former life- was in front of him. All grown up.

Robert sighed as they exited hyperspace. This was going to cut into his time limit. Raxus Prime had been on the way, so that made their little assignment a tad loose in the time restrictions. Rubbing his temple- he scanned the viewport, his bright eyes narrowed and looked at the planet before them- Raxus Prime. A junk-heap. No doubt there were hidden treasures down there, buried in the layers of scrap. Another man may look down on this world and see only treasure. He thought- leaning forward and resting his head on the hands braced at the elbows. The sounds of muscles popping came from his jaw as he flexed it. With a short tsk-tsk- engines were at 95% burn rate, the shields were coming online, scanners sweeped for ion signatures and other traces of a starcraft's engine. The crew was early- as always- to the show. It was best to get there before whomever you may meet.

 

No engine signatures or traces of their remnant particles, no active fires either- as sign of something changing. The crew didn't break stride, they were a functioning team. After training, fighting, and patching each other's wounds- you start to know each other. So well that you know what pace the others do things at, and you don't even have to communicate out loud, you just know that person was going to do their job. Rarely the jabber was about work anyways. There was always a different plan though, cooly he said what was to be done- the scattering of automated drones that could only do four things. They worked like remotes, droids you could turn off and on. They released a half dozen and let them drift out into the debris around the planet. The remote droids quietly drifted into space and found their way to a bigger hunk of metal. Ghost's eyes were a fixed to his console- navigation- he was carefully turning the ship over/under/through the junk that floated around the planet.

 

He only hoped Raven didn't try and ruse the... pirates was the right term. Neither was smugglers. But they weren't exactly law abiders either. They were kind of like... rogues. Maybe? Robert and the gang were out for fun, adventure, and money. There was some satisfaction in doing the right thing... and money always helped them get around. Had the Alliance caught on? It was another thought that skipped across his mind. Like a rock skipping along the water. Inevitably the rock would lose it's speed- and sink.

 

Settling in a high-orbit, the men settled into shifts. Some slept, some ate, Robert remained though. While he was cautious- maybe borderline paranoid- he did hold out hope that Raven would be that- Raven. He closed his eyes and tried to remember what it was like to plop a hand on her head- she almost had buckled under the weight. The set jaw when her hair was a mess, and Robert had laughed. He wished, hoped, and prayed to whatever god would listen- that it was still her.

 

Even if you live through a war, there's a price that is exacted. Mental, or physical- it was rare anyone every made it through. So he wanted to be the first one to see her- greet her. Lisa recounted Raven's dealings on public record. Robert knew the record, but a little refresher wouldn't hurt.

 

He stood after a bit, some pacing to get the blood moving, but there he waited. The dark room was almost inextinguishable from the black of space in the powered down state of the vessel, but Robert knew the ship well. He waited, eyes fixed to the darkness and Raxus Prime, below.

The infamous duo hadn't made it halfway aft when Lisa came over Robert's commlink. Her voice was distracted, an unusual quality that Robert had never heard before. The tone caught him off guard as she said a message had just come in for him. She urged him to take it right away, another odd thing. When he pressed the AI, she didn't say and told him he would be interested in the message.

 

His jaw moved back and forth sideways, feeling the muscles and tendons roll over one another in this unnatural motion. His eyes narrowed- looking down the hallway. Taking a half step, Adams could tell that Robert was thinking.

 

"Can it wait?" Robert asked, agitation and annoyance sprinkled over his tone.

 

"It can, but I seriously think you want to see this..." Lisa replied.

 

Growling, he asked Adams to take care of their new cargo. Nodding, his friend walked off- no doubt questioning what just came for Robert.

 

Making his way back to his quarters, which was closer, he sat behind his desk and activated the comm station. Lisa told him to brace himself, she had already listened to the message. What could it be? He did as she said, taking a deep breath.

 

The image came up in a 3-D display in front of him. A girl- now woman whose face had changed- but he still knew her. He knew her. Blood boiled, his jaw literally dropped. The man was stunned, completely taken off-guard. WHY, AFTER ALL THIS TIME?!. Lisa commed in- "Told you to brace yourself..."

 

Robert reset his jaw, and resettled into his seat. His eyes did not waver or blink. "There audio with this?" He asked.

 

"I'll play it, if you wish. It's short and simple." the calm, cool voice replied.

 

Robert bit his lower lip and nodded. He listened. And listened. Over and over. Perhaps thirty times, until his fist slammed against the table. The image phased for a moment, then corrected itself. A hundred thoughts ran through his head ranging from when he had seen Raven last- the Death Star? To what had spurred this communication? He pounded his fist again, and again- the third time his anger had settled. Why had she waited all this time to contact him if she knew where he was? He had kept his distance from her, and not put her in jeopardy in the shaky peace she had made.

 

Robert made a noise, his eyes still focused on the holo, as if he were about to speak. Lisa cut him off and told him it was a standard 115th encryption, and that Lisa had snagged the message from one of the relays nearby- relatively. Lisa said she could encode a message and have it out.

 

Robert nodded silently- and told Lisa to record audio only... he would not allow some slicer to discover this message- pin it to his face, and ruin everything he and his crew had been working for. He growled lowly for a moment, then began recording.

Robert's eyes looked out into the void of deep space. It wasn't often that a person, let alone a crew, dropped out of hyperspace in the middle of no where. Literally lightyears away from the closest habitable planet. It was a gamble- if something went wrong you had to rely on what you had available on your ship to get out out of the perdiciment one found themselves in. But they were here for a reason. That reason was the gas nebula that swirled- ever so slightly- before the remnants of the 115th Drop Shock crew.

 

Well, that was a name that was left in the past. Now- Robert's crew was just him and a few others- his closest... friends? It was an odd concept, but it was an accurate word. There was no reason for any of them to stand by- they were all free.

 

"Cap'." A voice called out. Robert's eyes swept the room, and his body followed his gaze around to the rest of the bridge- away from the viewport. "We have the canister aboard, we can leave now, if you want."

 

Adams. The man who was Robert's second. He always was at Robert's side. These two had been together since basically as long as Robert could remember. Now a scruff about him- they now worked for themselves. there was a smile that crept across Robert's face as he remembered a bar fight that recently had given Adam's a black eye. His mouth twitched slightly under his beard as two thought's raced through Robert's mind.

 

"Not quite yet, Adams. Let's make sure the canister works, and verify that it is the one we ordered." Robert scanned the small bridge. It was just him and Adams here currently which made the room seem a little bigger than what it was, but it was still impressive. "Shall we?" Rob motioned towards the door, and Adams nodded then fell in beside Robert as they walked back to the cargo bay.

 

"Lisa, please continue to monitor outside, and that nebula as well, please." Robert casually called to the female AI, and the two men walked through the maze to the back part of the ship. She didn't respond, but Robert took the silence as a confirmation she was doing as he asked.

Robert walked down the hallway. One of his own betrayed him, and her government. A crime punishable by death. He wasn't sure what to think of Raven anymore. A Legion of troopers, the last of their kind walked down the hallway. She was entrusted to make a peace, and keep the interests of the Empire safe.

 

Entering the Throne room he came upon Raven. His helmet in his hand, his cape draped across the other, that hand he was holding a staff.

 

"Raven of Zinthos. You are here by charged with Treason. You are under arrest. Surrender yourself to the 115th DropSquad immediately." An aide called out to her.

 

Robert knew she wouldn't surrender, not without a fight. He trained her better than that. He put his helmet on, and tugged the cape out of the holder. The Legion filed out and Robert took a step forward. The man was ready to fight his old friend, even though it was heartbreaking to do so.

 

((The NPC's have no part in this, they are just there for show. The staff he has in his hands is much like the one the Guards on Jabba's barge had. Questions-just PM me, other than the staff it looks to be like my Character Sheet explains it. Bring it, ))

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OOC:This is a Character recovery scenario between myself and Raven, plus the New Republic as NPC’s. Takes place on a bombed out Star Destroyer left over from the Final Battle.

 

Setting: Death Star Exterior.

 

 

Hundreds of destroyed ships floating around, including one Venator Class Star Destroyer- the Strider. Over one thousand meters long, and over five hundred meters wide this ship was feared and intimidating. The battleship is a shell of its former self. It is bombed out, minimal life support, very low power. No engines, no weapons, no shields. Just enough power to sustain 20 odd cloning pods. In recent months the power supply has been cut, leading to the pods failing. Of the original squad only six remain. The 115th Drop Squad’s faithful AI, Lisa, has been in one of the Strider’s hanger bays. Waiting for her squad to come back alive. She launched a two messenger pods months ago to search for any Imperial personnel to come back and assist her in reviving what was left of the crew.

 

The rubble from all ships still floated around, no one had done triage. There were various other ships that held power, but nothing to move. It was as if it were a sea battle, everything was still there as it was the day the crews of these ships were still fighting. Bodies and ordinance still floated around, sometimes bouncing off the hulls of the ships, everything was scattered more so. The Rebels had ultimately destroyed the Imperial fleet, and they left it behind, along with their own crippled ships. Heartless.

 

The AI Lisa took it upon herself to get her boys off that ship, but there was only so much she could do. She just hoped that her message reached the Fleet Commander before anymore pods failed. But that is what she kept wishing 18 pods ago.

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Robert McNamara'S CHARACTER SHEET

 

Identity

 

Real Name: Robert McNamara

A.K.A: Captain. Rob.

Homeworld: Corellia

Species: Human

 

Physical Description

 

Age:36

Height: 5’10”

Weight: 150lbs

Hair: Black, military cut, combed.

Eyes: Green.

Sex: Male

 

Equipment

Clothing or Armor:

Customized trooper armor.(Think HaloReach) The right forearm of his armor has a metal rod on the outside of it. The Helmet looks like EOD (From Halo3) On the left shin plate, there is an over exaggerated kneecap piece, that has a rounded point. Tatical knife that comes across the lower part of his ribcage)

There are two blue lines horizontal across his heart, with a red line going horizontally from the shoulder down.

Weapon: T-6 Thunder Pistol, Tactical knife on the chest.

Common Inventory: Datapad, Credit Chips, smoke bomb, sonic&frag grenade.

 

[]Faction Information[] [!factn]

 

Force User, Force Sensitive or Non-Force User

Alignment: Lawful Neutral

Current Faction Affiliation: Imperial Remnant

Current Faction Rank: Ex-Captain

 

[]History: [] [!hstry]

 

Force Side:

Trained by:

Trained who:

Known Skills: Rob is sufficient in hand to hand and a marksman in pistols. He knows how to think like the enemy. He can patch up almost any wound.

 

Background:

 

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Exert from McNamara’s Personnel file.

In a space engagement over the planet Tyrusious. Commander of the Fleet Admiral Gyris approached Rob, desperate. The fleet was devastated the ship was going down unless a certain enemy capitol ship was destroyed. Gyris asked Robert for his life. Robert offered.

Gyris had a brilliant plan to use a modified Boarding Pod to board the enemies’ ship and disable it. It was a suicide mission. Rob asked his four squad mates who would accompany him. Three stepped forward; they made a straight line for the pod. Rob and his men were ill prepared; they didn’t have time to prepare. They ejected as soon as they sat down.

 

Minutes later a hole was punched in the exterior of the enemy ship. Rob stepped out of the pod, in a daze, his pistol drawn. He leaned up against the wall as his squad crawled out onto the floor. One of his troops had a visibly broken arm, and they didn’t have a medkit. If they were armored they wouldn’t have had this problem. Rob didn’t even have his arm plates on, but he at least had his helmet.

 

Rob and his squad encountered little resistance as they ran to the reactor room. There, they were rushed. The injured solider gave up his life to save the squad from a thermal detonator. Rob didn’t want to die here he realized. Trading shots with the enemy crew, he devised a new plan. They were going to take the bridge. There were two ways out of the reactor room, through the mob outside the doors, or through a ventilation shaft just below. “Seal this up, install a program, if all of our heartbeats flatline, reactor overloads, we’re going to the bridge.” Robert commanded as he sealed the door, and shot the locking mechanism. Within moments they were in the ventilation shaft.

Rob and his crew quickly found their way out of the vents and down into the hallways again. Following the signs on the floor they found the bridge. It had six guards, they were not expecting Rob’s crew, and put up a poor fight. As they ran up the gangplank Rob was sealed in, one of his men was squished in the blast doors, and the other was outside. The bridge crew did not notice him, thinking that they were sealed outside fighting their guards.

 

It wasn’t until Rob walked up to the Commander of the Vessel they noticed, as he was in midsentence. Holding a T-6 Blaster to his head, the crew stopped what they were doing. After much arguing and yelling, they crew did not do as Rob asked and he shot a member of the crew. His man was released in. Curious the man entered and the door was sealed again. His remaining member, Adam, policed all the weapons on the bridge. Tobias and Adam then killed the whole bridge crew, tied up the commander and sat at the controls. The ships weapon systems started to target their friend’s ships. The ship started to move towards the nearest ship, a collision course.

 

Adam slung the unconscious commander over his shoulder and Rob took point, they went through the maintenance tunnels. Rob had downloaded a schematic of the ship to his HUD, along with a counter until impact. They had found the bridge crew’s pod in just three minutes, which left them two minutes till impact. The three ejected in the pod, then sent a transmission to Vindication and was picked up in meer seconds. The commander’s capture was broadcast to the enemy vessels and they quickly exited the system.

 

Rob and Adam were promoted to Captain and Lieutenant Respectively. Both received the Medal of Resilience.

Transferred to the Strider.

 

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Currently Robert is in a Cloning pod, undisturbed. Along with his squad- Adams, Ghost, Hunter. It is on a bombed out Star Destroyer that was at the battle of the Death Star. Awaiting a certain person to come and help their old commanding officer out.

 

 

AI-Lisa is still in the shuttle, in the one of the last hangers that survived the attack.

 

Adams, Spook, Phantom, Ghost, and Hunter are all still with him on the bombed-out Strider.

 

The Strider(A Venator-class Star Destroyer) is just an empty shell, very low power. Very low oxygen levels due to atmosphere being slowly leaked into space. The cloning pods are sealed, and provide life support. No engines, no weapons, no shields. Just enough residual power to keep a few cloning pods up. There were 24 cloning pods, 6 are still active.

 

 

Robert McNamara's CHARACTER SHEET

 

Identity

 

Real Name:Robert Lynus McNamara

A.K.A:”Captain, Capt’n, Various forms of ‘Robert’

Homeworld: Corellia

Species:Corellian

 

Physical Description

 

Age: 36

Height:5’ 11”

Weight: 180lbs

Hair: Bald-bearded

Eyes: Faded blue/grey

Sex: Male

 

Equipment

 

Clothing or Armor: What would typically be described as “Standard Merc Gear” clothing, goggles, etc. Also has armor similar to his former Stormtrooper armor. The helmet is different, and new. The rest of it seems almost like the old armor plating.

Weapon: His trust T-6 Thunder Blaster Pistol, and a sporting rifle. A slot in his helmet for a computer chip to be linked to. Several hidden knives.

Common Inventory: Commlink with earbud. A monocle scope that attaches to his sporting rifle- also has a wraparound headset in tactical moments. A ‘port’ where his chin presses against his chest- hidden and flush to his skin. Non- metallic. Several hidden knives. AI – Lisa computer chip.

 

Faction Information

 

Force User, Force Sensitive or Non-Force User Non-Force user.

Alignment: True Neutrel

Current Faction Affiliation: His crew.

Current Faction Rank: Captain

 

History:

 

Force Side: n/a

Trained by: n/a

Trained who: n/a

Known Skills: Typical Imperial Officer qualities- from Tatics to hand-to-hand combat to innovation.

 

Background:

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Exert from McNamara’s Personnel file.

In a space engagement over the planet Tyrusious. Commander of the Fleet Admiral Gyrit approached Rob, desperate. The fleet was devastated and the ship was going down unless a certain enemy capitol ship was destroyed. Gyrit implied a plan that would risk Robert’s company their lives. Robert offered a counter-plan.

Robert had a brilliant plan to use a modified Escape Pod to board the enemies’ ship and disable it. It was a suicide mission. Rob asked his four squad mates who would accompany him. They all stepped forward; they made a straight line for the pod. Rob and his men were ill prepared; they were in ship-to-ship combat- not their ground battles. They ejected as soon as they sat down, making the best of it.

 

Minutes later a hole was punched in the exterior of the enemy ship after a brief bombardment by TIE Bombers and a concentration of fire from numerous Star Destroyers. Rob stepped out of the pod, in a daze, his pistol drawn. He leaned up against the wall as his squad crawled out onto the floor. One of his troops had a visibly broken arm, and they didn’t have a medkit. If they were armored they wouldn’t have had this problem. Rob didn’t even have his arm plates on, but he at least had his helmet.

 

Rob and his squad encountered little resistance as they ran to the reactor room. There, they were rushed. The injured solider gave up his life to save the squad from a thermal detonator. Rob didn’t want to die here he realized after his friend’s body parts were suddenly splattered over his helmet. Trading shots with the enemy crew, he devised a new plan. They were going to take the bridge. There were two ways out of the reactor room, through the mob outside the doors, or through a ventilation shaft just below. “Seal this up, install the AD program, if all of our heartbeats flatline, reactor overloads, we’re going to the bridge.” The second man stayed behind to fight off the security of the ship. Robert sealed the door, and shot the locking mechanism- the man was stationed behind. Within moments they were in the ventilation shaft.

Rob and his crew quickly found their way out of the vents and down into the hallways again. Following the signs on the floor they found the bridge. It had six guards, they were not expecting Rob’s crew, and put up a poor fight. As they ran up the gangplank Robert hurled himself inside as he was sealed in, one of his men was squished in the exterior blast doors, and the other was outside. The bridge crew did not notice him, thinking that they were sealed outside fighting their guards.

 

It wasn’t until Rob walked up to the Commander of the Vessel they noticed, as he was in midsentence. Holding a T-6 Blaster to his head, the crew stopped what they were doing. After much arguing and yelling, they crew did not do as Rob asked and Rob shot a member of the crew. His man was released in. Curious the man entered and the door was sealed again. His remaining member, Adam, policed all the weapons on the bridge. Robert and Adam then killed the whole bridge crew, tied up the commander and sat at the controls. The ships weapon systems started to target their friend’s ships. The ship started to move towards the nearest ship, a collision course. A communication from the reactor- the intruder had been neutralized. Meaning the trooper in the reactor

 

Adam- the only other survivor- slung the unconscious commander over his shoulder and Robert took point, they went through the maintenance tunnels. Rob had downloaded a schematic of the ship to the HUD inside his helmet, along with a counter until impact. They had found the bridge crew’s pod in just two minutes, which left them three minutes until impact. The three ejected in the pod, then sent a transmission to Vindication and was picked up after a few moments. After the two vessels were subsequently scuttled- the enemy was now outgunned and maneuvered. They would have escaped if not for a Gravity Field Generator holding them in place.

 

Rob and Adam were promoted to Captain and Lieutenant Respectively. Both received the Medal of Resilience.

Transferred to the Strider.

 

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Currently Robert was in a Cloning pod, for years, accompanied by the remnants of his company. The pod was on a bombed out Venator-class Star Destroyer- the Strider, that was at the battle of the Death Star. AI-Lisa was still in the shuttle, on board the Strider. Adams, Spook, Phantom, Ghost, and Hunter were part of the survivors of the cloning pods. After years of drifting, AI – Lisa was able to manipulate the ship and droids to serve her purpose- “Serve Captain Robert McNamara, and the 115th Drop-Shock Troopers and their missions.” Hallways had finally been sealed- enough reactor power had been salvaged- and life support function from the Cafeteria and along strict routes to the reactor, crew quarters, and the Bridge.

 

After Lisa had orchestrated this whole situation, she resurrected the 115th, and within a week they had developed a plan to rejoin the rest of the galaxy. But they knew the Empire was no more. They had no direction, they were, or at least had-been, war-criminals. Robert still remembers giving the Order to fire the Death Star. And it was glorious, he had been proud. He still was, but that was behind him now.

 

Drifting through the Outer Rim, doing random mercenary jobs to the tune of ‘this guy owes me money, I want his kneecap blown off.” Basically whatever they had to do in order to keep going. Violence was all they knew, until Adams and Robert thought about it- why not make their own faction- have other ships- resources, and the rest of that stuff that went along with it.

 

It had been costly, but worth it. Robert was branching out, and they were just flying by the seat of their pants. There were never bounties posted on any of their heads, everything was very low-key. And the ring wasn’t anything spectacular, but it was respectable- at least in the underworld where they now operated. Their Imperial past never brought up, save for behind sealed doors- and a giant “115” crudely spray painted to the outside of their hull. And Lisa had of course- gone along with all of it, glad to be looking at - as she called it “spreading the network.” She had altered herself in a way that her core programming just made her look out for Robert and his men.

 

 

 

Ship Registration

 

Name: (Stand by.)

Class: Cruiser

Model: Consular-class cruiser (Charger c70 retrofit)

Manufacturer: Corellian Engineering Corporation

 

Length:115 Meters

 

Armaments:

Twin Light turbolasers(4)

Twin heavy ion cannon

 

Armor: Heavy hull plating, coupled with shields with directional focus.

Anti-Personnel Defenses: Blast doors, environmental controls, various droids.

 

Appearance: The standard White/Red, with a '115' painted on one side, slightly hidden.

Modifications: Various trap doors, and escape hatches throughout the ship. Slot for an AI to link with the ship. Troop quarters were filled with odds and end things.