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  1. Vox


    The battery above the hangar was difficult to avoid. Rounds upon rounds of fire zipped past the various deployed troop carriers and the fighter pilots that helped cover their run. Although an arduous yet fast mission, the piracy of these ships were dependant of the task forces and their numbers. Arriving much closer than before, the pilots of the transport the Nudono were on could see major dog fight in the open hangar, many rebels who have been on the station in secret and many loyal Sith Imperials. The pilots gave their passengers a notice that they were going into a live firefight and to be ready. The rebel soldiers readied their blasters as the Trandoshans readied their rifles, the Shield Brothers strapping the massive tower shields to their forearm for better stability. Exhaling out of anticipation, Vox cocked his Puncture, his heart racing but showed no signs of stress nor concern. He trusted everyone else would do their jobs, and his War Pack would do theirs. Just as they grew closer two of the few cannons of the battery above exploded with brilliance, however that didn't stop the others from firing though it was brief. The transport, tagged alongside two others, landed in the hangar as several Imperial soldiers concentrated fire upon the ships. The doors opened and troops poured out, using loose cargo crates and containers for cover. Some men and women were already downed, and the troops that rushed ahead were in cover. If only they had their own shields. The War Pack hopped from the right side of the ship that was more exposed than the left, Equinox and Rylast already up front as they blocked heavy blaster bolts for Chaox and Vox. Now or was their turn. Wasting no time Vox and co. moved forward rather swiftly toward the enemy, more transports that didn't get shot down landed and many squads of Rebels spewed forth, but the Chieftain didn't know how many more were going to assault the station. They more or less jogged, a slow run that allowed them time to carefully pick their shots. The hangar was large enough for the Vox and Chaox to throw Incindiary Grenades, either missing by a good foot or nailing a couple or more Sith troops. From those to Spike Grenades, most of the explosives were used up save for the spates which they saved just in case. The blasters grew louder as the Trandoshan team quickly closed the gap in a space between some barricades, separating the Rebels who were trying to close in from the first massive Star Destroyer. There was still quite a ways from it though, and in old Nudono fashion they'd need to rip and tear through their foes. Upon the first few who attempted to take the reptilians by surprise they weren't expecting shot grenades at all, being blasted away or crippled by Chaox and Vox while the Shield Brothers covered front and used their Punctures to relieve the soldiers of their footing and possibly limbs. Shots were missed and shots were on point. Between containers Imperials took cover and fired above as more awaited below shot from the sides and awaited for any foolish to attempt a rush. Those "foolish" brandished shields, and they were coming in heavy and fast. The two brothers behind the Shields fired just above the two wielding them, Puncture grenades hitting the limbs or near the enemy. They had the high ground, now they were missing arms and legs. Passing through the middle, the shields were angles to allow some coverage from the side, but not full. This was where Chaox and Vox would begin the onslaught. Grabbing the first troop they saw, the two Trandoshan soldiers pulled them into a head lock and used their bodies as cover. Grenades were propelled at enemy units, they'd taken care of the few out of however many were present. Vox was quick to throw the man at his fellow soldiers, another catching him, Vox immediately switched to melee. Swinging the end of his Puncture, the large blade easily sliced through armor and biting deeply into flesh. He spun and decapitated another soldier who turned the corner, and wielding the Spiker from his side unloaded an entire clip on the two soldiers that weren't in cover. This wasn't without consequence when laser bolts blasted his right shoulder pauldron, cracking it but not destroying it and two more hitting the back plating and frontal chest plate. Still Vox continued to fire, taking cover long enough for a few Rebel soldiers to make their way past the most uncovered barricade and begin to bring support. Chaox did the same, however fared differently. For the Second Lieutenant, it was all but a fun and dangerous game. He went the opposite direction just a few feet from Vox, the Shield Brothers taking out enemies from the front while he handled the right. Using a Mauler, Chaox wielded his Punctures bladed portion and rushed the soldiers, bolts singing as they scraped passed his scaly naked arms and pelting the armored torso, either blackening or cracking those portions of the plates. The Pact Armor was built to fall apart in case too much damage was taken, this ensured that it's bearer weren't being cut or impaled by loose pieces. That said, the first batch Chaox charge either remained or began to back up, either way they were dead. A fierce roar followed by deep loud laughter marked the first death, Chaox impaling his victim in the gut with a large blade before forcing the blade swiftly upward, cutting vertically upward. He quickly used the Mauler to blast a soldier just a foot away, a scream followed by the body dropping in agony. Flipping his rifle he then fired grenade rounds at a few unlucky soldiers several feet ahead. He was unfortunately shot in the arm, but the adrenaline and his thick scales allowed Chaox to ignore the sharp pain and continue. That was, until Rebel soldiers caught up and began taking out these sorry fools from behind. "That was my kill!" Chaox shouted in his Nudono language at the Rebels before Vox snapped over the helmets channel. "Vox, on me! We're closing in on the Destroyer!" This followed by a grumble from the Lieutenant. The four regrouped together as they continued to fight alongside the allies against the common foe. They were certainly closing the gap between them and the massive ship, however they still had many a battle to plunge through. Between these containers and the ship were an open space however soldiers stood in their way. Vox knew this battle was just beginning, the Star Destroyer was stationary but he guaranteed that more enemies were inside waiting.
  2. Vox


    Corvettes dropped out of hyperspace, all quiet in the void of space as the fleets approached the docking station. Everything was quiet until the first shots were fired then all hell broke loose. Ships fired back and forth throwing bolts and beams at each other, some taking actual damage while other's shields held up just fine. Space battles were extremely dangerous to begin with, but a full on invasion between offender and defender like this made for worthwhile sights, so thought a Chieftain. Within one of the Corvettes, soldiers prepped their weapons or were ready for their mission. Amongst these soldiers were the squadron of four Trandoshans, the Nudono War Pack lead by Vox Stormblood, the rightful Chieftain of the entire tribe. Previously they fought on Chandrila, storming and taking the capital from what many called, "Mandolorians." They fought hard and well, and the squad would have had three more of their kin with them of one wasn't busy repairing equipment and the other two injured on Nar Shadaa. It would make things a lot easier if they weren't injured. But the armor was too damaged, one of them were shot in the chest, the other his arm broke and half his side burnt to blackened scales. But four would do. Vox readied his weapons and armor, setting aside the large yet empty ammunition crate that once held the primitive yet useful spikes for their weapons. He still didn't like the fact that Chaox's arms were exposed, but the younger brother made it a point that the armor and cloth were torn to shreds. Best have no armor than have shards stabbing into your scales. Equinox wielded his shield as well as Rylast, both of them hold Puncture Rifles; grenade propelling weapons, and we're ready for combat. As they finished loading up, the only leftover equipment that were left were a few spare grenades and several clips which all found their way to packs and such. They did not want to wait around, leaving the main hall where they geared up and followed a group of soldiers, amongst the crowd, and boarded a shuttle. Everyone seemed to be on edge, anticipation keeping them that way. Some were scared, some ready to kill, others willing to do what they can to make the galaxy peaceful again. But the Nudono War Pack? They made a deal with the Old Empire, and they were holding up their end of the bargain. Chaox tapped the side of his gun, holding it to his side as the shuttle, the Corvette for that matter, shook violently. Alarms were blaring loudly as the shuttle closed and the main hangar doors opened. The Corvette was close enough to launch it's ground team, however not close enough to become the primary target. Through a sliver of a window space, Vox could see the Corvette being shot at, it's shields taking the brunt of the hit, but swiftly they grew closer to their destination. The station, in all its glory, was well defended, fighter pilots covered the shuttles that grew closer to the bay however many of them already destroyed from the opposing threat. The fighters took out turrets at the docking bay and around it, either successful, unsuccessful, blown to bits, or all three. Equinox glanced at his elder brother and could only imagine the look upon Vox's face. Vox was in a mix of excitement and worry. It would be very few minutes until they reached their objective, then the real fight would begin.
  3. Despite wanting to rest, Vox had a feeling that things were bound to pick up in a day or two. And though he had injured soldiers they'd recover within eight moons. That simply left the Chieftain, his two lieutenants Equinox and Chaox, and one of the shield brothers Rylast. The four of them could hold out well and do just as much as a smaller squadron than the usual seven. However their odds were culled just slightly, still, they were enough. Finishing loading his gear, Vox paid a bit of mind to his skin-tight padded suit. In places there were cuts and tears clearly from previous combat. The inner plating that helped with protecting vital areas were wore thin and chunks missing, the silver could be seen under the fabric as well as the various scratches. The attire did well to serve the soldiers but it's time was done, if only the Nudono had Vulcans that could repair these things. The closest was Romulus but he could only go do far as to make the equipment work. Varsus popped on his helmet to make sure it wasn't entirely damaged despite half of it blackened and the visor cracked. He hopped up and handed it to Vox, "Sir! We have new orders!" Vox was quick to slide on the helm as orders were just now being communed, a heavy sign escaping the helmet before taking it off with swiftness and barked, "Rylast, Equinox and Chaox, you're with me. Get whatever repaired equipment we have and reload. We've another task." Though Vox was clearly not happy about this, he was enlightened that none of the three Trandoshans spoke up with the exception of Krexis. "Sir, I highly recommend taking me. I'm quite fine-" Krexis' protest was cut off immediately by Chaox's deep tone, a luxury spared for moments like this. "Stay. That's an order from your Chieftain and I. We'll manage with four of us. And if by chance it's close quarters most the way it will be an easy task. We cannot risk our recon. Rest, and eat well." Chaox explained in a more distance yet aggressive tone, showing that orders were to be followed regardless of the situation with warning. Twenty minutes passed as the quad of lizards put on what armor for them and what were repaired, Chaox leaving the arm plates and ripping off the useless latex fabric from his arms. Equinox and Rylast donned their heavy shields again, this time equipping with more grenades than ever and Vox merely equipped himself with a Puncture, a Type-52 Pistol, a Spiker and Mauler, topped off with plenty of ammunition and two of each grenades. They slipped on their helmets before rushing to their next objective: one of the Corvettes stationed for takeoff. This was a mission, he assumed briefing would take place on one of the ships. Before long they arrived and climbed aboard one of the Corvettes, awaiting further orders. Chaox stretched his large arms, muscle regular Trandoshans barely possessed and stated, "Ah! This is much better!" Rylast curiously asked, "Was it necessary? We need full protection..." Chaox huffed, "The armor I had vary held together. And the suit is holding on by stitches. It's best to leave it than have it in the way." Vox wasn't amused by Chaox's attitude. Yes, they may or may not be in close combat, but he was too relaxed for this. But knowing his younger brother, Vox knew that Chaox always got his head right just before the battle. Maybe since he couldn't rest this was his way of expressing it? The Chieftain held his tongue as the Shield Brothers quietly bickered back and forth about their equipment.
  4. As ships approached Nar Shaddaa from a distance troops and vehicles were ready to exit upon the bass they were assigned to. On the ship were the Trandoshan Nudono, the remnants of a once proud tribe who flourished years ago. They were still taking off their gear as they tensed to the weapons first, doing any repairs that needed it or sharpening their blades. The fight on Chandrila, Hannah City left some of them physically wounded from Krexis and the hole ate through his scales and into the soft layer of skin, and Varsus nearly had his right hand broke and his left side riddled with blast marks from an explosion. It was a good fight indeed, but not even Vox walked away without taking any damage. . "So... we can rest now?" The young Varsus asked curiously as he sat in a chair, "I mean, that's it right?" . Vox turned slightly as he put the rest of his scratched armor into it's proper case, clipping the latches shut, "Should be. Unless we have another assignment." . Silently Krexis carefully lifted several objects above one of the taller chests, the objects heavy and seemed extremely fragile. It was a jar of white salt, or what looked like salt however much finer than that and several other jars of cooked jerky of different animals. He'd received a jar of the finest sugar and flavorful jerkies from a native for saving their life, though he was no cook he was certain Romulus would have something in mind for it. That was when his chest began to sting and itch just slightly, a sign that the patched hole was beginning to heal. Trandoshans heal far quicker than most other species and to deny such a thing was complete idiocy. . However Krexis would never forget the look the woman gave him when he and Varsus saved her daughter, in that moment he felt... odd. He and the other Trandoshan remained behind to help guide the others and look ahead for enemies but on the end stayed that way to help the "good fight," whatever that was. He hadn't felt anything toward killing others, he never needed anyone else but his brothers but the moment the family of two broke down mourning for their loved ones, after the firefight was the moment the albino sniper felt sympathy toward another. Varsus was the most sympathetic of the entire group, and due to his young age he couldn't help but feel for those who lost everything, but hid his emotions compared to most others. . As Equinox and Rylast put away their shields and heavy armor the former turned to Vox who seemed to stare off at the planet. He tapped the Chieftain on the shoulder to which the latter replied, "I've never seen how beautiful a planet can be, Equinox." . "Getting soft on me?" The First Lieutenant asked with a smirk, standing left of his elder brother and stared at the large orb, arms crossed and huffed, "You think we'll ever be back to our homeland?" . The leader remained silenced as they drifted closer at a snail's pace toward the planet, giving it some thought, "I... wish to. I need to. Once we've found a proper home for the tribe we'll go back and liberate our people. No doubt they're regretting the decision to stay, but if I... We, do this then we cannot life the same way as our ancestors did. Isolated, hiding technology to be so called peaceful. Peace cannot exist without conflict, nature is that way with the soothing wind and the coming storm. Our enemies are far more advanced than us, we must adapt, even if it means tossing few of our traditions away." . Equinox gazed at Vox curiously but gave his brother a nod, then looked back to his twin who was making sure all weapons were accounted for including the amount of ammunition they had. They purposely left the spare crates of replacement pieces to both armor and weapons, any excess ammunition left as well as to not drag around dead weight that could effect their combat capability. Equinox then turned his head back to the planets view, "I know that. For years father and grand da was always trying to change the way everyone thought. I think he knew it would come to this. I think he'd be proud of you, Vox." . With that the younger brother gave his older a firm clap on the shoulder before going to raid Krexis's jerky. At that point, others were beginning to take the meat and eating it vigorously but before long their bellies full of protein, for as hungry as the clan was they could only eat few pieces at a time. Sighing, Vox turned from the planet, his thoughts weighing on his mind until Romulus caught his attention with a cough. . "Varsus needs to heal, so does Krexis before they fight anymore," The smaller Trandoshan stated before continuing knowing well Vox would protests, "They will affect how we fight, one shot through Krexis' armor and he's done for, Varsus can't even hold a gun upright and his entire side is burnt." . "Very well, then it'll be just four of us. You'll stay with them on case we have a new mission."
  5. As the soldiers began to enter the great city they noticed a befallen silence. The Trandoshans became extremely wary of the situation at hand and kept their wits about them, allowing the many soldiers to take lead and fall behind them. The two Shield Brothers took point of the Nudono squadron in case enemy fire did indeed come from ahead. Thus far, the eery quiet was... not surprising to Vox, as he knew they had become the prey for the moment. Krexis and Varsus rushed through one of the taller buildings closest to the edge of the city, staying within the section of buildings whilst straying away from the platoons of soldiers far ahead of them. No one was in the building, surprisingly, but that quickly changed as the pair saw a sniper aiming out of the window, and connected to another building was a bridge filled ten with enemy soldiers ready to take out the incoming Rebellious army. Immediately, the two went to work, Krexis sneaking behind the sniper, a crunch of rubble caused the man to immediately turn with rifle aimed but his head immediately lopped off by the bladed end of the Trandoshans weapon, fast and quiet. Varsus was swift to ready several grenades: two Spike Grenade and two Incendiary Grenades. Each of them taking the grenades and activating them. Like fireworks, the two threw the grenades onto the midsection of the bridge where the turrets were, all four projectiles spitting mess of fire and spikes, all four projectiles causing screams of pain as men were impaled by spikes and or burned alive. The sudden explosions causes immediate gunfire from the enemy to the Rebellion units, the bridge itself lit ablaze as energy cannisters for the heavy turret blew up from the intense heat. The two recon soldiers made their way to the top, easily picking off soldiers who had no real areas besides desks and furniture to hide behind. As the explosion sounded the area, Vox and co. took cover from the heavy gunfire from ahead, Rebellion soldiers quick to react and fire back. The battle itself only lasted for several minutes, however as an enemy soldier came with a heavy blaster from the side of the building their head exploded within a second. The sniper did his job, and the entirety of the group pushed forward. On and off were grenades booming and weapons crackling, a body fell here and there, mostly the enemies but some allies. The massive group of Rebels were split apart into various squadrons, the firefight in an urban area far from over. The remainder, enough numbers, fought their way to the citadel nearly fifty feet from an entrance. They weren't met without conflict. Laserfire cracked upon the shields, heavy weapons used against the opposing Rebellion. As soon as it started however the men ahead were blown to pieces by missiles, quickly taking them out. With no hesitation, the Nudono Chieftain bashed the door on his side inward. He was ready for what may come, unfortunately Krexis and Varsus missing this part of the action. However knowing they were fighting well, Vox kept to the task at hand.
  6. As they approached the city, Krexis was the first of the Nudono to notice the other legion in the distance. They seemed to be preparing for another assault. Turning to his chieftain Krexis got his attention and pointed to one of the many units ready to breach the city, Vox simply nodded and shifted his gaze to the rest of the five soldiers. Each one had scratches, grazes of burns and dents in their armors. It was clear, as they were quickly inspecting their weapons that they had no hesitation. Even Romulus, who wasn't much of a fighter, was ready, loaded with grenades and plenty of clips for his Mauler. The rest of the pack had what they had, mostly they had no usage for their close quarters weapons until now and they still had quite a few strings for their Puncture Rifles to last them a bit. "Chaox," Vox called called to his 1st Lieutenant, "We're about to head into city warfare. I need Varsus and Krexis to set up on a vantage point. was rest of us will be taking the streets with the others." Chaox gave an incredulous glance to Vox and replied, "Sir... are you sure of that? I assumed when we were getting to this point it'd be wise to stay together." Vox nodded, "Indeed it is, but we have a sniper who only has a Spiker and only two clips to it, one of them already in use. He hasn't been able to use his Ripper mostly, we don't know what the enemy has ahead and even if he can't give us a full picture, Krexis can certainly give us an idea and take out enemies ahead. Varsus is his cover and backup" Vox clearly wanted the explanation, even though that wasn't what Chaox wanted it was still logical. Krexis was a hunter, preferring long range than close quarters granted he was certainly skilled in martial combat, he has never been surpassed in recon. The Lieutenant simply grunted and nodded, keeping to his wits as he stood ready for further instructions. Krexis had a look of relief on his face, his helmet off so he can tend to the patch of blackened scales. The white Trandoshan shook his head, thinking to himself how long it would take for that to shed. But matters were more important than that, and the albino knew it. Vox turned his head to Krexis and said, "I need you and Varsus to get to a vantage point. I know you heard what I said a moment ago, but I need to know what's ahead of us." "Yeah yeah." Krexis said already reloading his long rifle. It seemed everyone else was ready for the assault. The rebellion comrades prepared to charge and as they began to move into the city the War Pack would allow themselves to move into the center of the legion. Flowing with them now, the Trandoshans followed in with the numbers of soldiers, mentally ready for the escalation.
  7. The battle was hard fought, more opposing forces firing and charging to the Trandoshans and the horde of troops taking the lead. Most of said troops were gunned down or taking cover to reload swiftly. The shield brothers took charge of the War Pack, the rest of them falling behind the tower shield-wielding goliaths firing rounds of swift spikes from their weapons. More rebellion soldiers followed in great swathes swiftly gunning anyone that dared oppose them. Energy bolts crackled and smashed against the shields, some even grazing the armored plating of their battle gear and even few hit the shoulders and leg pieces of the Trandoshan armor however they still held. If the enemy soldiers weren't killed immediately then they would due quickly as spikes jutted from the bodies, ripping and tearing through innards, they would quickly bleed out from the size of the spikes or holes. Anyone still living from such met a quick end from the blades of their weapons or possibly even ripped apart. Ammunition became scarce toward the end though, and they reverted to their grenades and grenade-launching weapons, from the Spike to Incindiary Grenades amd the famous Puncture Rifles the kill count still stacked high. Rebellion soldiers continued to charge through doing their part and the enemy was being pushed back with great succession. Some soldiers took a note from the Trandoshans and fell in behind the War Pack, it was only then Krexis was shot in the chest by a heavy energy bolt. It slammed him back and his armor was clearly cracked before it automatically fell apart to the ground. While the bolt didn't pierce through completely there was clearly a horrid black burn against the latex suit beneath, melting through the rough fabric and staining his pure white scales. He wasn't terribly wounded but was clearly none too happy. As heavier blaster fire came in, three of the soldiers were quick to ready their spike grenades and threw the objects in the general direction. The heavy firing stopped for enough to get the Trandoshans moving in, and as they closed the distance the War Pack spit fire on those in the vicinity. More would meet a similar end, all until finally they reached the city.
  8. Pride. Honor. Harmony. Wrath. Brotherhood. . These five words defined the last remaining War Pack of Trandoshan Nudono. These words describe in a way every living vessel that was each soldier. They take Pride in their work and skill but share not their egos. They have Honor in both their fellow soldiers and the enemy, they show respect and are careful not to show weakness not underestimate their foe. Harmony, to show the humbleness and self enlightenment of the warrior, but not to cast away his fierceness nor his strength. Wrath to create fear in the minds of the enemy, to show them the sheer power of each strike, each swing of his blade to send his prey into the ground every time. . However grim things have been, Brotherhood had always played its role amongst the kin between every pack of the tribe. The War Pack, trained to be the strongest, toughest sons of bitches as many outsiders put it. Never a day went by that the Nudono cherished each other, though some are agitated by others, they view each other as brothers raised and trained in life together. Every War Pack are strictly taught the necessities of tactics, swordsmanship, marksmanship, and team work. Never did they betrayed each other until one of the two twins exiled his better half, causing a great schism in the tribe. . Never did brethren turn on each other but only a time when one grows greedy. When most of the tribe left, those that left died knowing they would, whether it was staying behind or trying to find a new home they took their chances and met their end. Now only eight lived, the last of a war pack. Through the thickness of their conflict these soldiers stuck together as brothers to greater or lesser extent, and they've all put their trust in each other and their Alpha. Now the Chieftain of the dying Nudono. . Standing still, the tall and bulky soldiers of a transport that traveled swiftly onto the battlefield alongside a large number of others like it, along with them two squads of regular troops from Empire they served. One of these followed the same shuttle Mythos was on, and it carried the remnants of a once prosperous nation. Though silent, their Chieftain, Vox, could feel his heartbeat pounding not of fear but the sheer rage he felt toward the Black Cloaks who sought their deaths. Now they could bring the fight to their foes, a fight that would span until the promise from one Empire was made and the very nemesis lay dead at their feet. . Vox gave no speech, his men knew what their job was, they knew what the plan was since the debriefing. Reclaim the capital of Chandrila, eradicate those who opposed them. Any of the soldiers could die, the Shield Brothers, Krexis and Varsus, Chaox and Equinox, Romulus, even Vox knew the price of war. But they were all bred for it, with their bladed weapons ready for use and their armor and senses intact, the War Pack of the Nudono were ready for anything. . The Chieftain had given orders to stay close and fight in an enclosed group, they couldn't risk losing even one soldier. As the shuttle made a thud it took a minute for the door to open. One of the shield brothers, Umbral, began to hit the bottom of his shield to the floor for every second. His other brother, Lumian, began the same as they harmonized with each other through the loud thudding of their shields. Krexis and Romulus soon joined by hitting their left fists against the right of their chests. Vox, Equinox and Chaox soon joined and quickly the loud noise filled the entire transport as their beats grew faster. Though the Imperial were confused, one of the Trandoshans shouted as this synchrony fired the Nudonos spirits, their hearts beating with rapid succession. As soon as the door opened, light poured in and immediately the first squad of troops charges outward. . Already, the blood of two troopers dropped on the ground as laserfire zipped by, the squadrons moving headfirst into combat alongside the other units and Armada deployed. The War Pack was last to go and they rushed out of the transport, immediately the Shield Brothers raised their tower shields as the other five soldiers kept close to them, firing Puncture grenades and Spiker rounds at the foes. Vox took the lead of them as finally they have their vengeance for their people.
  9. As Vox wait for his meal he had been making small talk with the individual in front of him. It wasn't bad per say, but he was starting to get too hungry to actually continue talking. Something clicked and clacked, the sound of dishes lightly tapping each other as if stacked. The sound came from behind the Trandoshan as he turned to see a hefty five platters filled with steaks, other cooked meats that would be considered some of the best, and several other dishes made hot and ready. The two waitresses carefully and swiftly made their way through the occupied tables and once they arrived the two employees set the dishes in front of Vox, a hungry look in his eye when he stared at the food. Just as the two women left, just as Vox was ready to take his first bite of the first plate before him, an announcement was made for all available units to report to one of the Star Destroyer Misericordia. He stopped halfway from taking a bite of a piece of steak, it's steam and flavours just inches away from his mouth. He contemplated on actually eating instead of going, but if this was a serious mission he knew to follow through with his promise of service. Vox looked to Ryzhkov and asked, "Is... there a way I can take all this?" The Trandoshan stood and put his helm on, he just needed to know whether it was acceptable to take the five platters worth of food with him. It would certainly be a real thing to eat alongside his kinsmen as the only thing they've ate for months were dry jerky to make ends meet. Of not, he was still taking the food regardless, whether or not anyone wanted to catch an armored train wasn't the Chieftains problem. Meanwhile back at the housing the Trandoshan group was given, Chaox heard the announcement and assumed that his older brother was there. Knowing they were under command of these Imperials, it was also his job as the secondary leader to have his soldiers ready themselves. Barking orders and hurrying the five other Trandoshans, Chaox was quick to have his men gear up for the upcoming mission. All of them had their weapons ready, their gear mostly checked, and other equipment packed up in case they needed it. He took point and lead the group to the Misericordia, or wherever the other troops and officers were rushing off to in the same direction. They made it to their destination in minutes, the crew of six Trandoshans carrying their gear as they boarded the ship. Vox, leaving the restraunt with only his own armor and weapons, meeting his crew aboard the ship.
  10. The Chieftain payed attention to Ryzhkov as he awaited the items he ordered, blessed his heart not knowing how to read proper Common. He only hoped the numbers meant done good but little to his knowledge he ordered expensive platters and not simple dishes. Like any other Vox has met this individual had a similar diet as well, possibly more vegetables but regardless similar despite the Trandoshans capability of eating raw flesh and not be affected by it. Meat was much better cooked than raw, especially with spices thrown into it. It took him back to the time he ate stews and massive slabs of steak and roast, the Caretakers generally using salts and herbs to give more flavor to the food. . The Trandoshan perked up as Ryzhkov complimented him for the mission, telling him how much a blessing it was that the War Pack were in the system. It wasn't hard to gain the good graces of Vox, it was easy to lose them and even easier to lose his trust... whatever was there. Listening intently on the question for "specialities" Vox thought for a minute before replying, "As Chieftain, I'm quite familiar with tactics, martial arts, swordsman and marksmanship, demolitions, mostly a lot that you would of expect high ranking soldiers or shock troopers. . Truth be told, I allow Divine to guide me and because of it I've won many battles, allowing it to give me insight for battle, investigation, and hunting. However, the Black Cloaks, or "Sith" as you call them have piqued my interest. I've seen few in action and we've lost few due to them, my blade was damaged because of one but spikes took care of that problem fast. Because of them many of my people, commoners and soldiers, were killed and so the squad I have is all that's left. But if you're looking at specifics, I'm willing to learn more about the Bl- Sith." In his explanation, it seemed Vox spoke in ire and spite against the dark side users. There was a level of anger he had that couldn't be explained, something he wanted to gain Justice for, something he wanted to avenge, or someone rather. Though he was hiding this rage quite well his right fist clenched hard and his tone deepened just slightly.
  11. @Mythos@ISB Officer(s) Vox nodded in understanding and began to take a gander as to what to order... whatever he was ordering. He studied how the servants were providing drinks and food, seeing as how everyone could order from a piece of plastic it seemed easy enough. Vox looked through the foldable thing and saw everything word for word, not really understanding the common tongue but wanting to at least look like he knew what he was doing. He thesaw numbers seperated from the actual words, low and high clusters and single to triple digits of them. If Mythos was providing the food or buying it then it would give Vox the chance to maybe see how this exchange in currency worked. Back home, the maidens would serve the War Pack whatever was available, this was somewhat the case but it was also very different. He knew, no more was he on Trandosha, in the Mooncrest Wilds hunting his meals. As the servant came to fill their drinks, Vox grabbed their attention and pointed to four things on the menu board, while speaking in Trandoshan in the off chance they knew the language, "These four I would like to... order...?" The waiter looked over the items while holding an empty picture and simply nodded before heading back to wherever they came from. Vox felt proud of himself, finally, becoming civilised with the rest of these people. He wasn't expected to be treated with great regard let alone much hospitality but it seemed he didn't have much to worry about. Then the woman or man across from him, he wasn't paying much mind to them but heard their question about what he ate. What didn't he eat? Much like any reptilian, Vox was acclimated to being omnivorous, both meat and vegetation. "I eat meat, primarily. But to upkeep health I must have at least a vegetable or fruit with my diet. I can't have something of just fruits and such as it can affect my body and cause me to get weaker. As all Trandoshans, their daily intake should consist of mostly meat. And do tell, what is your, "Diet?"" Vox topped this off with a question, having explained himself now only this individual would have to explain as well.
  12. Vox saw one individual wave him over then @Mythos waved him over pulling a vacant chair to their table. He moved mindful not to crash into anyone or run them over, considering the size and bulk of the Trandoshan he was a hulk amongst all in the restaurant with the only contender possibly coming close was Mythos himself. That said, Vox didn't want to stir problems if he bumped into someone... not that it was a problem, people were moving out of the way for him to avoid any contact themselves. This was out of the ordinary, usually he was surrounded by his brothers and sisters and now nothing but strangers, even the people he was bound to serve were deemed simply as contractors until he can do what was needed for the Nudono. The Trandoshan's mind wavered as hunger almost took over from the smell of grills, pots and pans cooking, and steamers and ovens blowing out heat and scents of a variety of wonders. His mind was knocked back to reality when a passer-by shoved past Vox trying to quickly leave the place. He let it go, understanding that being in the way has that effect on people. Perhaps his contractors can get a meal for the Trandoshan? Afterall, he was there to see how credits worked and ask for help regarding supplies and shops but a sit-down wouldn't hurt. His crew had reserves to eat from despite dried seasoned strips of meat, or jerky, being a tiring meal. "I assume this is one of many places you go after a mission?" Vox asked in Trandoshan sitting down, granted the chair itself was made of metal it still creaked slightly under the reptilians weight, "It's neat. I've never seen so many lights or people at one local food stand."
  13. Vox nodded and turned to the direction of the shuttles ready to take off, in turn Krexis spoke in a calm and quiet manner, "PlanetSide? I don't expect they would have a currency we can use for supplies?" "Yeah! And what about our situation? Aren't we looking for a new home or something?" Varsus asked a little too loudly, not that it mattered since it was in the Nudono tongue. Vox sighed, placing his Puncture Rifle on the magnetic clamp used to holster it. Indeed, that thought came again but he knew it would take time... the Chieftain looked down at the still armored recruit and considered how to best answer. Varsus would ask questions nonstop unless snapped at but it was all for good reason, he and everyone else were worried of the current stance with their new... allies. Sure Vox and co. completed a minor mission or whatever was above minor, still he knew well they'd have to work to earn a full in trust and compliance from these Imperials. It was outside the realms of what the tribe was used to doing and they had no choice but to take chances: either suffocate or deal with outsiders. The Chieftain finally answered Varsus while unclipping his helmet and a hiss escaped as a sign of released oxygen, "Our situation is a temporary home and servicing these outsiders simple as that. And yes, we are here for a new home however we must fulfill our end of the deal in order to prove our worth, gain trust, and find a true partnership. We can't rush this process, in doing so would create skepticism and they would lose tolerance. For now, the ball is in our hands, we best not drop it." Varsus was ready to ask a question as he took removed his helm but the still covered Krexis thumped the recruits side, shaking his head as a warning to not push any further. Varsus exhaled a little loudly out of frustration, Krexis removed his helmet as well to show the snow white scales he possessed. The two followed their leader as they boarded on the shuttles ready for takeoff, Krexis still waiting for an answer as Vox sat down. As far as the white Trandoshan knew Vox was contemplating and he sat down next to his leader, leaning back into the metal wall of the ship to help relax his nerves. "We'll have to," Vox finally answered after the ship made a jerk taking off, "I'll need to find our current commander but I'll see what I can do. Mythant I think his name was." Krexis relaxed at that answer, knowing his Chieftain always came through despite the recent losses. For the three soldiers, this small mission helped ease their minds as failures, the sniper and recruit took a brunt of their own blames as there were no right decisions in the lives they lost... only seven total remained. First was leaving, more than seventy percent of the tribe left with Vox, including the seven survivors that were present. Then came the hijacking of a Black Cloak warship, tracked down a day later and the Black Cloaks ships were defeated, but the Trandoshans crashed from unexpected damage on an ice world losing more than ninety percent of the tribe not to the ships landing, but to the frigid cold. These times were dire. Vox closed his eyes as to ease his mind, focus his thoughts and goals, what to do from here on out. "R&R," Wasn't exactly a word he knew but it seems to relate to rest from what he could gather. Maybe. His eyes opened however with a roll as Varsus began to talk, not exactly sure what it was, but he spoke in of course questions. He sat up properly from a slump and turned to the young Trandoshan who was up with a helmet in hand. "So... are you up yet?" Varsus asked impatiently. What? Vox only closed his eyes for a second or so he thought. Krexis reached out with a hand and helped his leader up, and there it was, a sudden shift from awake to near sleep and fatigue. His body felt tore and began to pulsate in pain in certain areas. Standing up was sending jolts of aching down his spine, alas Vox remained standing as he made his way out of the shuttle. The area was clearly city, more of a "poor side" if such a thing existed much like a slums except this was more acceptable, they were right outside a simple Imperial building used as a station for deliveries and troop assignment for recruit from the area. As the trio stepped out of the shuttle they were given odd looks by Imperials and passerbys alike, individuals wondering about why there were Trandoshans here and why on God's earth they wore odd attire. The Chieftain walked away from the building as well as his company and started down a street until he spotted one of his soldiers sitting outside sharpening the blade of his Puncture. He was in no more than a loincloth, deep blue and brown scales covered his body in blotches with small strips of yellow spotting his scales. He looked up and gave a nod to Vox who replied with, "Get some clothes on you heathen." "I'm going to look for Mython, you stay here and rest." Vox stated to Krexis and Varsus giving them his helmet. Regardless of his armor and openly carrying weapons, Vox had no worries of how he looked as long as people strayed from his path. As he walked, the Chieftain went from the simple and lesser side of the city to the better and prettier within thirty minutes. Gazing at the sights, looking at the different shops from jewelry to simple items were quite interesting but when a certain smell hot him Vox couldn't help but follow it. Different smells, cooked foods of many kinds were scattered between restaraunts of various names. His Common wasn't great, Vox opted to use Traditional Trandoshan as that was the closest he could get to a fluent language. Looking at each sign and name, colors and sizes, Vox wasn't sure with what to do until he saw a familiar face. "Mythis," Vox said to himself as he entered the 'Taste of Alderaan,' unaware whether it was a reserved or whether there was a line he simply waltzed in clear on his mindset. @Mythos
  14. Vox took the pat as a sign of good fortune, seeing Mythos congratulate the others it looked as if there was nothing more. The least Vox did was complete his task and hopefully, hopefully soon they can find a suitable planet for his people. In due time it will happen, and he hoped he wasn't just another body on the field. The Trandoshan turned and saw his other two comrades walk toward him, meeting them halfway, they would agree to meet up with the others... Wherever they were on this ship. He went to the nearest officer or whoever looked to be in command. "Pardon, but I ask where the rest of my people are and if you could show me," Vox asked an individual, "I'm not necessarily sure as to what we need to do... Should we rest that is better but if there is another assignment, preferably with only myself or two of us then I'll accept it." ((I'm so sorry for the short post, this is for whoever answers... Up to y'all!))
  15. Vox followed the team and as they entered the college the lot was quick to begin. Vox took his own set of explosives as he thought to go his seperated way, wanting to make this operation go swiftly instead of standard time. Unfortunately he had two soldiers tagging alongside but regardless if he had some more hands it'd help. As he began the Trandoshan took one of the charges and studied it for several seconds then saw how the soldiers used them. He understood it and began to set the charges on where the internal building was best supported in that sector. The trio quickly applied whatever explosive until they circle around to meet the primary group as soon as charges were set, Vox began to wipe every information from every terminal he came across, the others doing the same. However the difficulty came with the main computer. In his minor teachings from Romulus and the hijacking of Storm Scurry the chieftain learned many things. Despite that, Vox had one of the more knowledgeable men reset and wipe out every information. However it was taking too long, all that info slowly erasing and they were limited on time. Short cuts, an idea Vox came up with on the shuttle. The Trandoshan pushed the soldier aside and carefully took apart the interconnected row of explosive grenades used for his Puncture Rifle. Immediately he set the explosives throughout the entire room and smashed the primary computer to where it was still deleting and internal systems were indefinitely working. He set the last charge into the working of the machine, the grenade making sure that once the party began it bursted as well to take care of anything surviving. Repeated the process with the rest of the computers in the room, Vox finished he and the soldiers immediately left the complex. Running, the group exited the building with about fifteen minutes to spare. This wasn't difficult and if given more time Vox wouldn't have been so hasty with the process that main computer went through. By now it was surely done but if not every drives, memory bank, circuit and so forth would be melted and disintegrated. Once reaching the first ship, Vox climbed aboard after everyone else to make certain that none dragged behind. He stood in the shuttle taking one good look at the entire college. He only hoped the best would happen.
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