Selvaris

[Jrosk]

((Sorry it took so long to post. Been busy with other things...))

 

His feet were relieved to finally touch hard ground once again after being suspended in the air for so long. The heavy repulsion pack just felt so odd... as though he were floating like he were weightless yet he could feel the definite weight on his back. The thought crossed his mind of keeping it on and using it throughout the ghost city to travel, yet he ultimately decided to toss it to the ground in complete disrespect of the equipment and disregard for it.

 

Now I know why these cumbersome pieces of crap were generally replaced by jet packs.

 

As the pack hit the floor with a thud, Jrosk looked to his surroundings. His pupils became slightly enlarged as to catch any glimpse of light that he could in the darkness, and he was able to see what the aftermath of a planet-trashing by the Empire was. The town had most likely been a bustling Rebellion one with people working and buzzing about constantly with their work. Yet now their presence had been vacated and the wipe of the Alliance from the planet was relatively thorough. Looking to a building, the Trandoshan ducked quickly inside and attempted to turn on any form of lighting. Surprisingly the power was still on, yet quite weak. The scarce lighting did little to illuminate the room, but it was a good sign that there was still something that was somewhat functioning.

 

He scoured the entire building and found two interesting things. On a main console that he activated, he could see that there was some way that a security system could be activated throughout the building. Taking notice of the laser turrets scattered throughout the building, it might give them a bit of an advantage. A reptilian tongue cursed when he found that he lacked the skills to slice into the system and activate it though. He was a warrior, not a hacker.

 

Another thing he found in one of the storage closets was a deactivated droid. The metallic frame of the deactivated clump of metal rested lifelessly on the ground, eye sockets staring at the door almost as if it had been frozen in that position longing to see a master walk through the door to once again breath life into the metal through the very push of a button. Yet the chances of that were slim to none as Jrosk once again noted his lack of experience with such technology and let out another curse, this one much more quiet and inaudible.

 

I really should catch up on other technology other than just weapons...

 

Reaching for his comm, he sent a message on the red team frequency so both Lora and Gatoh could hear him.

 

"Lora, you look intelligent. I wonder if you could come here or something and see if you might be able to activate something. I can cover you from close range if you need it. Gatoh, I saw you while I was passing you by and noticed you were good with a sniper. Perhaps you could cover her from another position if you want. We have to act swiftly and as a team if we're going to complete this exercise without being incapacitated by the blues."

[Lora]

ooc: been away a couple of days, back now though

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Lora had finished her meal and set out to explore. She'd run her hand lightly over the fine craftsmanship of the wooden table she'd sat at, admiring the smooth wood stained table. She headed outside the mess hall then, exploring the surrounding buildings to get her bearings on where everything was. She had headed back to her ship, gathering out her armour, placing it on before heading back to her assigned room to rest.

 

When the stormtroopers had come in, Lora had been ready. She'd had an incling that they wouldn't be given too much rest. The Empire had a hard training regime and she was well prepared to handle it. She'd placed her arm band on when told and looked at her other "team mates". She'd managed to grab her helmet before being dragged out of the room, placing it on as she was led along. Lora had to look over the repulsion pack to familiarise herself with it, though she was very technically minded and tinkered with all manners of equipment. She had to to keep her bucket of bolts in the air. She strapped it on and was ready when they had to drop out on the green light.

 

She dove out of the shuttle after the others, keeping her team mates in sight and keeping relatively close to them so they didn't get separated. She got quite a buzz out of "flying" but was glad of her armour. She landed lightly, looking around the ghost town and readying her E-11 and getting set for action. She followed Jrosk into a building, her eyes lighting up as she looked over the equipment that had been abandoned. Most of it was not in good working order, but with a bit of tinkering she'd be able to manage to get some of it up and running again. As Jrosk cursed at his inability to set the turrents going, Lora grinned through her helmet at him. As he moved off, she began tinkering, her gloves specially designed for her to be able to do electronic work without removing them.

 

Within a matter of moments, the outer turrents came online though she would have to re-route some of the power to get them fully charged. She glanced up as her comm lit up, receiving the message from Jrosk.

 

"Working on the turrents now. Outer ones are online but need more power. I'll keep working on it. I'll get onto that droid next."

 

She went back to work on the boards in front of her, setting up the turrents so they had power enough to keep the enemy at bay, being the other team.

[Natoh]

Gatoh felt a gasp of air as he leapt out. He landed softly on the ground near his teammates.

 

Hearing the command he replied.

 

"Yeah I can do that."

 

Gatoh pulled out the sniper rifle and began to search around the building for an excellent sniper position. He actually needed to find a few for emergencies and so he would not be seen.

 

He walked up the stairway and found a nice spot on the roof.

 

"That will be spot number one."

 

Gatoh walked to another room before finding another nice area for a sniper to stay in.

 

"There is spot number two."

 

Gatoh walked the halls of the building and found his third and final spot. A small area.

 

"There is three."

 

Gatoh dug in at spot three and began to patrol the area with his scope.

[Cobra]

As Lord Kelvin Landed he ran up to Sario and Trith He heared Sario Say

 

”œLet's fortify that building and make it our base for this exercise.”

[Slicer]

Slicer had stood quietly as he watched the prisioners he had requested get moved to the lab. Even more so when he had move another 12 prisioners to a cell practically right next to his quarters. And even now as teh first expermient was being carried out with those who had been unfortantute enough to get picked for the lab.

 

Naturally all 24 men he had asked for had been marked for death. He had 12 in the lab and 12 in the cell. As the strapped down the first one he looked on from behind his visior as they suddenly sealed him in an airtight room and released a very fine mist. Suddenly the man began to convulse and shake, blood poured from his eyes as open wounds s emed to just magically apper on his body. His death was quick and over in under a second.

 

"Too fast." Slicer spoke toward the scientists he had desginated in charge of the Type A virus.

 

"I want it slower give a population a longer time to panic. Make it kill in 18 hours. Record all off your attemps and beam them directly to my helement I sh all be waiting."

 

Waith that he stroded out of the room and order to prepare his trainees for the next exerisce.

[Capt. Phillep]

"The first batch of Crimson Dawn Type II stand ready, sir."

 

The exceptional eye of the Commandant approaches, his left eye covered by an eye-patch from the most recent skirmish over Coruscant. His battle fatigue and experience suiting him well for his latest assignment, "I trust they have been well trained to utilize both conventional and not-so-conventional means. "If you are referring to Viral Agents and Incendiary Devices, then, yes, sir. They have been. They are walking Viral Weapons, as well, as fully trained in martial and munitions combat. They are being assembled in teams of twelve to twenty men apiece as Insurgents and combined with our new Political Division, they have proven to be quite resourceful undercover agents."

 

"Good. I trust they are being placed in key hot-spots across the Galaxy, including the Capital."

 

The insecurity palpated, "Well, sir, with all due respect, they do lack real-world physical training. It may be better to... post-pone."

 

The Commandant's right eye turned and bore down into the Captain, "Very well, contact Colonel Slicer."

Edited January 23, 2006 by Guest

[Shag]

Sario sighed.

 

”œFine I'll see if there is any good places to set demo charges and if the any thing to make them with.”

[Lora]

Lora kept working on the turrets, getting them all powered up. It took some time, but she managed to get all but a few online and active. She moved through to the other room, her eyes lighting up as she saw the droid.

 

"Should have this guy up and running soon. Just keep an eye out for the enemy guys..."

 

She set to work, pulling a utility tool out of her pocket and setting to work on the droid. She had to fix it's photoreceptors, then go in and rewire some of it's most damaged wires. She had to find substitutes here. She managed to find some scraps from another "dead" droid. Lora had to get another battery pack for the droid, finding another recharger plug for it so that she could let it charge fully once she was finished with it. It took some time, but she managed to get it online, making sure that it answered mainly to her, but would answer the other two team mates as well. She brought out a special scanner from another utility pocket and looked through the droids commands and last instructions.

 

This droid had been a combat and infiltration droid that had fought the Imperials as the town had been invaded. She downloaded it's information and then tweaked it to up it's full combat levels, making it aware to attack the other team with the blue bands. Since their e-11's had been set to a permanant stun, she tweaked the droid so that it would only use non-lethal attacks against the other team, though it would still be able to disable them if it come into contact with them. She activated it and stood back, waiting with a kill switch incase her modifications didn't work. She also transfered information from her hand held device to her ship so she could review the combat files at a later date to upgrade her own droid, even though it was only an astromech. Maybe she'd be able to keep this droid as well if they won their task and the droid came through unscathed.

[Slicer]

Nadus quietly stood hands folded behind his back. This was all well and good he an an imperial group that would soon be feared among the stars. However he himself needed training of a different sort. He had done some... studing recently and now he felt it was time to act upon that which he now knew.

 

His only true problem is he had always held a certain amount of distaste for both factions and he would need to choose one in order master what was inside of him. He figured he should go with what ever one the empire had allied with and with recent info he had gained from a recruiter on Tattooine. He now had a name. Walking to his desk he prepared a message. Then with out hesitation it was done. The message had been beamed through holonet and now all he had to do is wait.

[Orik Bendan]

The three-winged beast emerged from space and swooped down into the atmosphere of the hot planet. The end of each wing pointed toward the surface during the decent and it seemed to come with the inimical intent of destruction and death as it flew gracefully through the night, the singular moon in the sky being the background on which a silhouette was formed. Upon further concentration, once could see that this wasn't actually a living, breathing beast at all. Rather that this was an object composed of cold, unforgiving metal. Although the design of the ship was meant to be somewhat menacing, it did nothing to compare to the notorious pilot that sat comfortably and safely in the chair, for no mere shuttle could compare to the terror that a sith lord could cause.

 

As Orik guided the Shrieking Talon throughout the sky, he began follow the path of coordinates that had been provided to him by the mysterious message he had received in the midst of space with consummate control of the ship's every movement. After flying the same ship for his entire life, he had become very proficient with it and knew just how far he could push anything. Every turn he made was exact, and that kind of immaculate perfection was one thing that the Kel Dor enjoyed.

 

I'm approaching the base. I will soon see what I will have to work with.

 

Orik pushed the throttle as hard as he could, hoping to get as much out of the new modifications that he had installed on it. The sublight engines seemed to be working more efficiently than ever as the landscape became but a blur to the vision of the Kel Dor. A faint smile accompanied an exhilaration that only the rush of adrenaline that came with speed could bring. It was as though he were younger, before he was a sith, trying to outrun various different patrols.

 

The shuttle slowly eased to a hover as it flew towards the designated docking bay which was surprisingly close. With the flip of a switch, the stygium cloaker activated so that the ship would appear blind on all sensors, even the Imperials. Of course, it wasn't that he didn't want the Imperials to see him, for he knew that they most likely were watching him now through different surveillance devices. That wasn't it. It was just that he didn't like his location known to the outside galaxy. He was there for his business and that was his alone, not meant for the prying eyes of anyone. It was a habit of his to not want to be seen or heard, and it was not one that he had any intention of breaking now.

 

The shuttle became still and idle as Orik took in a deep breath of air. By the time the Kel Dor began to exhale, the faint hiss of the ramp coming down could be heard. As his footwear created somewhat louder than usual footsteps, he descended the ramp and looked to see an Imperial standing and waiting for him. The sith lord put his hood over his head and let the red lining of the black robes create a circle around his face. The Imperial before him was from the same stiff mold that all of them seemed to be from. Sometimes it surprised him to find that they were not all just clones of the same officer. The officer was most likely here to tell him what where to go, yet Orik just felt like he wished to abuse the power of the force for a little bit and manipulate this man's mind to further improve upon his skills.

 

"You will tell me where I need to go."

 

Reaching into the man's mind, he implanted the thought there just as if the Imperial had thought of it himself. He could feel every cavern and trail of the man's brain and molded and shaped it to fit his purpose so that he would accept this thought. The idea was not to get the information that Orik needed, but rather just to get it through this method of the dark side. When the Imperial responded with a near mindless expression pasted on his face, the sith lord smiled behind his oxygen mask in satisfaction.

 

Excellent...

[Slicer]

Slicer looked to his left and to his right. It seemed he was being escorted by stormtroopers. For a very brief moment he had felt he was under arrest until he had remembered the reason why he had summoned them. Giving a sigh he tried to follow the consequences on what he was about to do. However he felt it was far past the time to back out now he should go through with this. After all it was his birthright!

 

Entering the room he waved away the stormtroopers to stand guard near the door. Mainly to guard against being disturbed. So what to his surprise the Sith had already beaten him there. With out a stormtrooper guard.

 

"Lord Bendan a pleasure you could come on such short notice. I have a request to make of you." Striding away from the door he decided to stand next to a chair at the table.

 

"It has come to my attention that I am.. Force sensitive. As a result I have call you here to ask for, Training in the sith arts. Since the sith are indeed an ally of the Empire I feel this would be a beneficial arrangement."

 

Standing silently waiting for a reply he noticed he had been contacted. Planning to read the message after the meeting he was almost tempted to remove his helment. Almost.

[Trith]

Trith scowled at her companions And whispered.

 

"We will never kill our enemies by defensive action! Offense keeps THEM on the defensive, drawing back, Too busy to effectively mount a counter attack! We must get inside their perimiter and hunt them down."

 

The woman kicked open the door to the building and rushed inside, without word to her companions. If they were smart they would follow her example. She entered and found several damaged computer and droid components. She kicked around before locating a droid terminal. She yanked the panel out and stripped it to bare wires dispite the sparking and shorting. She yanked her repulsorpack off and removed the protective covering. After toying with it for a while, She got the battery to hold a charge and replaced the pack's cover. while she motioned her counterparts to do the same.

 

When all three repulsorpacks were recharged, Trith turned to Lord Kelvin.

 

Your helmet can trace heat signatures. You will take lead. We are going above the facility, when you locate the hostiles, Comm me, we will converge directly above their location and land on the roof, thereby avoiding any traps or perimiter defense they may or may not have set up. When we touch down on the building, we will sweep it, top down. Remember these instructions, DO NOT under any circumstances stop moving. DO NOT barge through doors, open or closed, without an entrance plan. When you enter, immediately sidestep and get low, with your back to the wall. Keep moving, watch entrances, and keep as quiet as possible. Be ready for anything.

 

Blue team strapped on their repulsorpacks and lept into the air, concealed by the nearly complete darkness. As the pack jerked her into the air, she thought of her weapons back at the base, how much she would rather have had them, but alas, Slicer could not have his squad killing each other. She clutched the neutered E-11 in her right hand, anticipating.

[Orik Bendan]

The sith lord looked over the heavily armored imperial as the proposition passed through his ears. There was but one response that the Kel Dor could possibly comprehend as being suitable for payment if he were to give out his services. Being no stranger to the world of training one in the ways of the force, they would have to cost the Empire something if he were to take his time and train a man of such power as the on that stood before him.

 

"I will require four Magnaguard droids as payment for my... services."

 

As the last words left his lips and traveled into the air, the head of the cloaked figure tilted upward from it's position and allowed Slicer a better look at the Kel Dor's face. The mask that he bore eternally for the sake of his life held the plastered, serious gaze that it had always held and the staring was that of an inimical glance which never ceased or let up, only furthering to display how set in stone his wish was. The sith lord didn't even try to use the mind control trick on this man as he had the other Imperial, for the man appeared too strong-minded for him to accomplish such, so he would rely solely on his words and actions to get his message across without the force... the old fashioned way of doing things.

 

The meeting room that the two both stood in was somewhat large and contained would could be found in any basic meeting room. The slick, curved chairs laid perfectly symetrically around a rather slender ellipse, waiting for guests to sit in. Of course, the two men in the room would not spend enough time in the room to constitute the need to remain comfortable, so it served rather to increase the formal atmosphere that had been set up. The sith lord had to admit that he was somewhat impressed with the intricate designs of the layout. Each chair had been placed perfectly with Imperial precision and there was an exact distance between each one.

 

Perhaps I should give somewhat of a demonstration...

 

Since he had arrived on this planet, Orik had felt a world that was once a bustling center of rebel activity decline as a sullen state of gloom fell over and swallowed the planet. The life that had once been found everywhere was now only found at the base, and in an undeniably smaller proportion. Still, the Kel Dor could feel all this and could feel the heartbeats of men guarding the outside of the durasteel door that led to the meeting room. Knowing that if he hurt anyone or anything considerably that they could instantly perceive him as a foe, the sith lord decided on a much less destructive plan than the one he had previously conjured up.

 

Without even lifting a finger, the chair at the head of the table began float into the air, free from the laws of gravity that bound it to the floor. Spinning slowly on one of the chair legs, it began to ascend higher and higher toward the ceiling. All the while, the only part of Orik that followed the object was his head. Still, his eyes were staring at Slicer though they were hidden. The chair was let loose, and began to fall to the floor, right before the Kel Dor outstretched a hand and caught it. The object came to an abrupt halt and began to gently and peacefully find its way back to the place where it had come from... exactly the same place.

 

"If you choose to accept, that is the first thing I will teach you to do. You have most likely seen more spectacular displays of the force, and a sith lord is capable of far greater than that. However I didn't want to upset the balance of the room, and wanted to give you a demonstration on what you would be doing immediatly. Perhaps with not so much control, yet levitation of your surroundings is rather elementary. So... do we have a deal?"

[Slicer]

Slicer's eyes had narrowed when the chair had begun to move. His entire body had been tense and ready to spring. However he had been expecting such a thing for sometime. It came almost as a relief to him.

 

With out relaying any outward signs he slide his eyes away from the chair and back to the Sith.

 

"So be it. You shall recieve you 4 magnaguards as soon as I control over the force."

 

He took a step back before gesturing.

"But where are my manners. Naturally you would like to be shown your quarters as well as the facility."

 

Summoning a stormtrooper he quickly relayed to the stormtrooper his orders. Then Slicer left the room after all he did have an order to place. He would use his own funds of course. Then he sent out a two man patrol to go check on his warriors.

[Natoh]

Gatoh peered out of his scope for a couple minutes and saw no unusual activity occuring. He picked up his comm and pressed the button. He began to talk into it.

 

"No hostiles have been spotted yet."

 

He stopped talking and the comm cut off. He placed it back down on the ground and picked up his rifle.

 

He peered through the scope and saw nothing unusual in the environment. Not until, he looked to the left and saw a group coming.

 

"Sir hostiles are coming this way!. Get ready and quickly."

 

Gatoh quickly aimed at one of the hostiles. He fired a few of the rounds. He was very sure that he hit one of them directly, but only in the repulsor pack. He peered through the scope again, but to his dismay, he saw that the person was not eliminated yet.

 

"Darn. Just missed."

 

He picked up the comm and spoke into it.

 

"I hit one of them, but he was not eliminated."

 

Gatoh quickly moved to his next sniper spot picked out, so he would not have been seen.

 

(( Just so you guys know. I shot and hit Sario. He is not eliminated because I did not want to eliminate someone instantly. That would have been pretty unfair. ))

Edited January 27, 2006 by Guest

[Orik Bendan]

The acceptance of Orik's offer was pleasing in the most satisfying way. His own droids to control and train to serve his cause. The IG-100 Magnaguard was a droid that could not just be programmed on how to fight, but learn how to fight. This is why the Magnaguards were so valued by General Grievous and why they were such deadly warriors. Depending on the amount of time spent training them, they could become formidable foes for even jedi knights and the like. They would make welcome company for the sith lord when he finished this task and got back to the more immediate demands of the sith.

 

The stormtroopers around him ushered him to his room. They didn't seem to be walking with him however, but rather around him. The dark power of the sith lord emanated from his body in an aura that repelled the men who had any sense about them, and the very air seemed to become rich with the malicious taint of the Dark Side. Orik breathed the air in and savored every second of the feeling as he felt it pass through his throat and into his lungs, knowing that it was of his own creation. The escort that he had been given had began to walk a bit faster every second that they were exposed to the presence of the Kel Dor, a few breaking out in nervous sweats under their pure white helmets. In one way Orik found a similarity between himself and the stormtroopers. Because of his oxygen mask and his goggles, his emotions and feelings were generally hidden from others, and the armor and helmet of the stormtroopers provided them the same comfort.

 

The Kel Dor walked with them, anxious to find his room in order to catch up on a few things that needed catching up on, yet he found the need to slow down and let the escort slow down their pace eventually. Their fear was apparent and they could be read just as easily as the holonet could be viewed. Every thought and feeling they had was projected through the force and it Orik suppressed a chuckle or two at the shear idiocy of the men.

 

Do they not know that I am not here to cause them any harm?

 

Letting the question go unanswered, Orik finally arrived at his room. The door flew up into the frame and disappeared from sight as a storm trooper ducked inside quickly to turn on the lighting. A pale goldenrod radiance grew into vision as the bare essentials of survival could be seen in the room. They were, of course, all he would truly need. This base wasn't meant to hold guests, and the sith lord didn't expected to be treated as royalty or anything. A nod of satisfaction put quite a few of the soldiers at ease, or perhaps it was the fact that they would finally be able to leave to more pressing matters and away from this shady, robed character that had been called in so suddenly and had cast a mysterious and cold temper over any area in which he found himself. As soon as Orik took his first steps into the room, the escort quickly vanished and he was alone again with no greeting other than the closing metal door behind him.

 

As he began to get settled into his quarters, he figured now would be as good of a time as ever to do something which he had put off for a bit. Sinking into meditative position, the warrior began to search for something in the force. Perhaps it was an object, or perhaps it was a clue. For some reason or another, however, it was something that transcended the realm of the force and resided somewhere in the spirit of Orik.

 

I shall wait until they get come to get me, but I shall search for as long as possible.

[Cobra]

Lord Kelvin tapped the side of his Helmet and activated the thermal and IR scaners and saw three signitures but one was by its self, he smiled to himself.

 

Comm -"Trith, Sario I've located them one appears to be alone. probably to snipe us lets start there."-

 

They landed silently on the top of the building and Lord Kelvin led them to the door of the room where the signiture was.

 

"-Okay lets take him, Sario use one of the stun grenades you found when we open the door toss it in to take him by surprise and confuse him-"

[Slicer]

Once more the door to the Sith Lord's room made way for an occupant to walk into the room. A lone stormtrooper had come to deliver the news to the Sith Lord and escort him to his escort. Obviously this man had been the guy who had picked the short straw however with all the pomp of a Stormtrooper he spoke.

 

"Colonel Slicer requires your audience immediately. He wishes to get this training underway. You will follow me sir to your four man escort. Upon which they will escort you to Colonel Slicer's office."

 

Motioning for the Sith Lord to follow him. He grew relieved the minute he saw the four man escort standing at ease.

 

Meanwhile Slicer himself looked around his office with the same cool gaze that he had used to observe the office before. As a matter of fact only a grand total of ten minutes ago he had been engaged in the very thing he was doing now. Which was sitting on his hands. He had already prepared the exercises for his warriors. They would son begin their true training. As it was he was simply testing them at this point to make sure that they were made of the stuff he would need. Unknown to his group. they were being observed by two scout troopers. As soon as one team emerged victorious they would radio in and he would then commence with the next part. What they were going through was truly only the beginning of their admission test. He was also counting on the one or two late stragglers who lucky for them would not have time to take the test. No they would simply go through basic and he would proceed from there. After all he was on a time table.

 

Smiling from behind his helmet he waved a hand over his desk. A useless gesture to be sure but none the lest a reminder of his armor and how it weighted upon him. While he had been forced to deal with a lack of mobility due to it. Over time in the short time he had enclosed himself inside, it had become like a second skin to him. Only being shed in order for inspection and cleaning. Soon he would most likely add another feature but at the moment he was still in the test phases of many of the features he himself had installed.

 

Shaking his head he stood up and removed his helmet. Rare as it was for him to do so. Occasionally however a man felt the need to remove his helmet, even if it was to make sure he was still human. If by any chance some one had saw him now they would have been shocked by the appearance of his face. Instead of being horribly scarred, or perhaps even being terrible aged due to either stress or time. It was instead the face of man who had not yet even broken thirty. He could even be considered a late college student. Yet he did not hold the same wide eyed idealism that many people his age would hold. Instead there was a certain hardness to his look as if he had perhaps aged on the inside. If one looked hard enough the contrast would become apparent however to most he had projected such a... cheer disposition to things that it would have been difficult for many to ever really see his true intentions.

 

Suddenly a knock on his door broke him from his short reprieve. Replacing his helmet on his head again he felt once more complete almost as if the helmet was his face. With it's cold unmoving stare that hid his eyes and therefore his heart. Doing in about face he allowed the door to open. And there standing in the middle of four stormtroopers was the Kel Dor. Waving the troopers away he motioned for the Sith lord to come in.

 

"So Sith how shall we begin?"

[Jrosk]

The cold, night air was both chilling and embracing at the same time to the trandoshan that stood there idly, awaiting for the droid to be finished so that his guard duties could be relinquished in favor of a more active approach to the situation. His eyes grew weary of shifting back and forth from every possible entrance to the room and every possible situation that could present itself. War had ossified his mind and made his thinking skills as sharp as a vibrosword, and it had allowed him to become completely focused on something and to stay alert for extended periods of time.

 

Lora had been working on the droid and had already proven her worth to him with her vast knowledge and skill with technology when she had taken care of the defense systems of the building with relative ease. Her skills were an invaluable asset to the team, for pure combat skill and assault could only truly accomplish so much without focus or the means to use that skill effectively. That is where this woman's duty came into play, and was a large part in this exercise so far.

 

In fact, so was the useful skills of Gatoh. His sniping skills had proved to be far above that of any the trandoshan had ever seen, especially when he had seen him in the simulator. The ability to hit anything at a distance with an E-11 was also an extremely rare trait, one that proved that the one who accomplished such was truly a hardened warrior who had honed his skill until his art was mastered to perfection.

 

We do make a rather balanced team...

 

The droid became fully activated as the optical receptors sprang to full intensity as they gave a bit of light in the dimly lit room. The lizard walked up to it quickly and whispered a few commands into the audio receptors. As the air left his lips, the atmosphere quickly became silent and soundless, as though it was the calm before the storm. The droid stood up, hard metal clanking against the floor, and relayed the information that Jrosk needed to hear regarding the heat signatures of everyone in the immediate area.

 

They're going to get Gatoh”¦

 

As he gave the droid some different orders this time, he darted off out of the room and began to ascend the few flights of stairs that would lead him to where his fellow red teammate was. The feet of the man hit the hard metal yet each movement was quiet and stealthy, like a Naboo tuskcat hunting prey in the jungle with retracted claws. The movements he made were fluid and graceful, almost as if the ascension up the stares was a sort of dance that had to be executed precisely the way that it was intended to be.

 

Staring into the hard, metal door, the warrior readied his E-11 and also his comm-link while staring over in the way of Gatoh. A silent nod gave the man all the information that he would need, for words would give away their position and would let the enemy know that their location had been compromised. Now it was just a plan that was ready to erupt, the blue-team on the other side of that door, and Jrosk as he nestled his blaster rifle one last time before risking a failure or a success. The scale between glory and defeat had been raised and lowered to immeasurable standards that couldn't really be comprehended in the midst of battle, yet they were obviously there and a large factor in the thought process of the lizard. Whispering something into his comm-link, he tucked it away and opened the door with the quick press of a button. The door hissed open and vanished into the frame and there stood Jrosk, staring straight at the blue team. A nano-second later, a metal grate dropped to the floor and the assault droid flew at the Blue-team. The metallic frame was menacing as the mechanical movements of the predator became apparent and the entire blue team was trapped between a lizard and a droid, both spraying non-lethal fire into the area toward their temporary foes. All the while, Jrosk was screaming out a battle cry that had clearnly not originated from the breath of any human. Granted, he would not take any juganath points for this one, yet just the essence of competition and combat let out the call from pure instinct...

 

"FOR THE SCOREKEEPER!"

[Natoh]

Gatoh nodded to the trandoshian and crept to the door.

 

He awaited the door to open while checking his E-11. He made sure it was working. He also noticed that the droid that Lora was working on before was indeed working now.

 

That will certainly help take care of them.

 

Gatoh said it with a smirk while thinking about how it would affect their team.

 

He was very confident in his abilities and his teammates' abilities as well. Lora was their technician, Jrosk was their true warrior, and he was their elite sniper.

 

Gatoh was beginning to wonder at how he missed his shot previously. As a child he always shot blasters. He practiced from when he was small to now. He worked every day on his shooting skill and he mastered this technique with the E-11 especially because it was his first real blaster. He practiced sniping with it as much as possible.

 

Gatoh came back to the present as the door creaked open.

 

He heard the trandoshan yell and he picked up on it and yelled with him.

[Orik Bendan]

((OOC: Sorry for short post. Time constraint))

 

Orik nodded wordlessly in response to the question from the Imperial. The feeling was not quite the same as the one he had when he had accepted Marcellus as his apprentice. This one seemed much more forced, and the raw hate of a monster wasn't in the heart of this man to the potentcy as he had seen it in the very sould of the now Lord Maultros. The force potential for the man that stood before him was still great, yet a bit of him knew that the force was not a necessity for sucess for Slicer as it was for most sith or jedi.

 

"First we will open your mind to the dark side. The force is all around you, woven into everything and everyone. Being that connected with everything makes it a powerful weapon, far more useful in many regards than physical weaponry. Of course, some may have contrary opinions... yet I do not find myself among their ranks. Connect with it and feel it's embrace. You can't accomplish this through physical means, but rather it is something that transcends the physical realm."

[Slicer]

Slicer simply nodded to give an indication that he had heard the man. Not entirley sure what he should do to access the force he figured that staring at inside of his eyelids would be best. Nothing to distract him that way.

 

Since the force was a part of him a part that somehow had always been ignored by him. He would simply have to look inside of him, find it and drag it out for what it was. The first thing he would do would be to attempt a blank thought. This would prepare him for the introspection he was about to delve into.

 

With a deep breath he tore himself apart and picked up the pieces. He was grasping looking for the elusive force that I had despite a few of the more painful memories and the some what relieving look at his personality. He focused on much of his pain to pull him forward, angusih even the failures in his life. Suddenly he touched a band inside of him self. It resonated strong. focus on it he pulled himself too it untill his self had merged with the band. Suddenly it was like he was in a whole new world. Like he had been a deaf wolf with cotton plugs up his nose. and suddenly he could not only see but smell the world around him. The world was him and he was the world. Yet he was also detached in a way.

 

Drawing back from his introspection he swooned backwards and caught himself bringing his hand to his head.

 

"That was interesting. Hopefully there is more."

[Orik Bendan]

Orik smiled as he could feel the darkness in his pupil grow and his signature in the force blossomed into a mere blip in the galaxy. Yet is was a resounding blip at that, one that signaled that force awareness had been achieved and that now Slicer was part of everything in the galaxy and yet was above it in some way and manner that only one who possessed the potential of a dark sider could. That was enough to make the Kel Dor pleased that he hadn't wasted his time by coming here.

 

Thinking of how to introduce the next lesson to the man, he outstretched his hand and felt the darkness around it as he summoned energy to come coursing through the air and silently and invisibly touch everything and everyone in the room. It swirled around the two as an aura of the force, and eventually the man clad in armor began to slowly hover over the ground below him. His entire body levitated to the point where he was a good three feet off of the ground instantly.

 

"This is what you will learn to do: Lift things using only your mind and your affinity with the force."

 

He let the man down gently so that his feet barely made as noise as they struck the solid floor. The Kel Dor reached for his blaster pistol and tossed it to the floor with a large, metallic clank. It skidded for a second and then came to a halt a few feet away from Slicer and lay idle there, waiting to be used.

 

"Now I would like you to lift this weapon with only your mind. Tap into the force and feel your connection with the object. Invision your goal and then realize it by tapping into all the passion you can muster."

 

The Kel Dor stood there and awaited in his black robe with the red lining that traced the outlines of his sleeves and other select parts of his outfit. All the while he stared at the man, showing no emotion in the stoic, austere gaze that gave no impression at all as to what could be going through his mind at that moment, whether it was positive or negative would be unknown to the galaxy around him, just the way that the sith lord enjoyed it.

 

A quick thought found it's way into the mind of the man as he stood there and waited for Slicer to attempt the task. The simple thought was what he would do with those Magnaguards that he would be recieving and how anxious he was to begin their training... not to mention his training with them. They could become the perfect students, learning from absolutly everything that was presented to them and doing so with the precision that only a droid could maintain. They would serve as excellent sparring partners for a sith lord who was becoming eager to improve his skills beyond that of any before him. The ends would be great for him and eventually it would all be worth it.

 

Then again, just training a worthy ally like this to make him even more powerful shall be worth it.

 

From what Orik could gather, the man who had called him to Selvaris was a relativly decent commander at least. The Kel Dor hadn't exactly evaluated him in that regard. However, the man definetly had the unmistakable aura of death around him and skill that could be unleashed with relative ease in battle. The man's force training would not be his only weapon, it would merely be an accent to an already dangerous foe who could kill on so many different levels already that he could already be a force to be reckoned with, even for a sith. Now whether he put that determination and power to use in the ways of the force was an entirely different matter that they would have to find out through the trials and tribulations that training brought.

[Slicer]

Nadus had been caught off guard this time. As soon as he found himself in the air he had came mighty close to panicking. He had only had this really happen to him three other times in his life. Where he had been suddenly lifted with no forewarning by the force. As soon as he felt his feet touch the ground again he suddenly gained a very healthy respect of the Sith lord.

 

To be able to move an enemy with only your mind. Dangerous, counter was possible but still dangerous.

 

Slicer reached down inside of himself for that band that had connected him fully to the force. It was much easer this time and oddly it made him feel whole.

Slicer had killed many a force user. On a subconscious level even he himself knew he had, had the force. But at an early age with so many displays of the force around him he had long ago decided it was better to rely on your own wits and physical as well as mental prowess. Those who had the force could be arrogant, rude and were far to sure of their fledgling Force powers. They felt the could take on the world and win. Naturally he felt he had to put them in their place every single time.

 

He had killed various Force user who know how to use the force to varying degrees. It was upon one kill that he zeroed in on during his stroll down memory lane.

 

It had been humid deep in the jungle and he had long ago been separated from his fellow hunting mates. They were on an expedition to raid an enemy camp. He remembered that they had decided to each attack form a different side of the village. Just to enact utter chaos and confusion. Suddenly a large man couldn't have been but 25 had pounced on Nadus. Throwing him from the tree and into the under bush below. Surprised and dazed he had instantly removed his slug thrower from his belt and aimed upward to where he had last seen the blur of a man. Suddenly his whole body had been lifted and he had been flung about in the previous manner. Hitting his head on a low hanging tree branch he mentally cursed himself for getting into this situation. Somehow the man had known he was there and had always known. He had simply been waiting to catch him off guard and he had caught him off guard.

 

Vision swarming he still clutched his gun when suddenly the man came into view. Raising the gun he took a shot at him and cursed for his bad aim. Once more he was lifted like before. Instead of beginning tossed however he had been rotated. As if the man was playing with him. Despite the spinning he focused on the blurred jungle. A movement caught his eye. But it took two more passed before he took aim and fired.

 

Suddenly he dropped to the ground. Walking over to where he had heard the scream come from he saw the man wounded with a shot to the throat. Not even pausing he leveled the slug thrower and shot the man to the head. He could have been more more than 14 at the time.

 

It was upon this memory that Slicer used to draw the force. To make it bend to his will. He could feel the force around the blaster. And with a sudden mental shove he scooter it forward where it crashed into a wall. Deciding that that was not the best way to complete his objective. He once again remembered what it felt like to be tossed around so effortlessly. He envisioned raising the blaster up from the floor and spinning it as he once was spun. Slowly the blaster levitated off the ground. before jumping up a meter in the air with a mental push from Slicer. Keeping it steady he turned and looked to the Sith Lord.

 

"I have done what you asked."

[Trith]

As the hiss of compressing hydraulic fluid reached her ears, Trith Dropped and rolled behind cover. The door was opening. Suddenly two screaming sentients burst from the door firing their blasters haphazardly, Trith mentally sighed as she sqeezed the trigger on her E-11, Her precise fire successfully held back the onslaught of her deranged 'enemies'. Suddenly her vision filled with blue light as a stun bolt impacted right beside her head, The energy dissipating harmlessly through the dense metal that was covering her. She Rolled over to see a droid firing in her direction. Her blood surged with nanites, amplifying her nerve signals, increasing her reaction speed and muscle control far beyond that of any natural being. She was on her feet and sprinting forward with inhuman speed, avoiding the stun bolts as they scorched the air around her. She caught the droid's arm and wrenched it around, pointing the mussle of the blaster away from herself, while at the same time holding the metal mass in front of her, covering her from the two red team members in the doorway, who could not advance for fear of being hit by her teammates as they covered her.

 

Trith willed nanites to her fingertips and then through the droid's power and mechanical brain. The thousands if microscopic robots quickly got to their task of reprogramming the larger mechanical device, successfully convincing it to attack the red team.

 

She fell back to a crouch behind her teammates. She noticed flashbangs hanging from Sario's belt.... Trith reached foreward and yanked one off, pulled the pin and hurtled it toward the doorway where it clattered to a halt. She closed her eyes and ducked her head as the canister exploded, Bathing the dimly lit facility in a blast that seemed many times brighter than the sun. The soundwaves impacted her ears, leaving them ringing, she could only imagine what Jrosk and Gatoh were going through, as they had been scarcely two yards from the blast.

"Let's MOVE IN"

Her team bolted foreward, their blasters blazing blue light as they closed the distance to the doorway. Trith took a kneeling position just outside the door, utilizing the wall for cover. Her newly aquired droid marched into the room and sprayed it down, keeping her 'enemies' down, although they were probably not in the mood to fight any longer. Trith commed her squadmates...

 

"Don't stun them just yet, but if they make any hostile action, give them one right in the head, we still have one more in here somewhere..."

[Orik Bendan]

Orik smiled as the Westar blaster pistol was suspended in the air, a floating representation of what the power of the force could do. Impossibilites became nothing to the mind of a force user, such as keeping an object suspended in air without anything so much as a repulsor. With the accomplishment that came to pass, the sith lord nodded in approval of the task having been completed.

 

He is good...

 

The last excercise had brought out something odd in the mind of Nadus that Orik hadn't had the benefit of in his own training. It was as though this man was driven not just by a desire and eagerness to learn the intricacies and complexities that was the force, but as if he was also made even more powerful from his memories and his experience in the realm of battle and war. It would prove to be a large benefit to the man, and was undoubtedly something that could make this man even more powerful when he learned to draw on different memories for different things.

 

With a small nudge in the force, Orik undermined the effort that Nadus had put forth in causing the blaster pistol to ascend to the air and the weapon returned to it's holster without hesitation, like a dog being called by a master to come back home. Once again nestled safely where it should be, the blaster would sit dormant until such a time that the sith lord deemed it necessary to use it again, be it for this man's training or for actual combat.

 

"The Force can give you advantages that enhance your efficiency in every regard. It can make you extremely fast and swift if you force it to submit to your will and make it give you what you want.

 

The sith warrior shed his black robe as it fell lightly and gracefully to the floor beneath his feet, only to reveal his much less formal garb that was much easier to move around in. The air around him became thinner it seemed, and all the weight from his body fell to the ground and it felt as though he were in a constant state of defying the laws of gravity. With a quick step, he started into a full on sprint toward Nadus. His entire body seemed to glide from one side of the spacious area to the other and suddenly Orik was right next to the man that he was training. The entire ordeal had lasted a duration of around a second at most.

 

"Physical limitations are only physical. If you can break that barrier, you have endless possibilities. Reach out and achieve the utmost speed you can"

[Lora]

((so I get a second hand msg not to post and everyone else has all the fun... grrr... bugger it I'm posting now))

 

Lora looked at the little box in her hand. She had an override kill and self destruct switch that would stop the droid no matter what the other team had done to it. She watched from the monitor she got up and running as the other team closed in on her team mates. She hit the kill switch, the droid "dying" regardless of the nanites that had control of it now. She let out a low growl of anger, pressing a few other buttons. So much for her gaining another droid, she hit the self destruct on it, the blue team member (Trith) being thrown to the ground from it's blast.

 

Lora activated the turrents then, laying down covering fire of her own through the turrents as the other team moved closer to her team mates position. Sure that the monitors were set with no way of being able to be controlled by outside interferance and would self destruct at first hint of being taken over, Lora left the room, moving round behind where the others were so that she would effectively sandwich them inbetween. Her helmet monitor came to life with the flick of a switch, letting her know what was going on through her now operable link to the other monitor's cameras. She saw the flash, her helmet dimming in response, the sound waves dulled by her hearing protection. She flew behind the others, her weapon now ready to fire at the lifesigns marked with the blue mark on her helmet screen. They were all three in front of her, with the two other red team on the other side of them, all three between she and her other teammates.

 

She paused as she heard the woman that had tampered with her droid speak up, "Don't stun them just yet, but if they make any hostile action, give them one right in the head, we still have one more in here somewhere..."

 

"You sure do sweetheart... You're mine..."

 

She fired at the other woman that was square in her sites from behind her cover, the positions of the other two being pinned down from the turrents that had become active at the flick of her switch.

 

edit: the turrents are the kind of mobile ones that were in kotor 2

[Slicer]

((GAHHHHH you people take forever to post. I would like to move on please. Therefore I am ending it and judging it as it is. lets see...

 

I declare red team the winner. They started off strong and finished pretty strong. Without really deciding a leader they quickly coordinated an effort and set upon tasks they were good at in order to beat blue.

 

Blue team on the other hand seemed pretty weak. Trith really did all the work while her team mates seemed to just hang on her every word. As if she would win the battle for them and all they would have to do is sit there and have a drink or two. Since red team was more efficient they are the winners. Please post winning posts respectively and any member of blue team will be incapacity to the point of barley consuming what the need and using the bathroom. they are pretty much dead weight until who every stunned them has posted three times. Except for Trith who will only be out for two posts. So red team wins.))

 

 

~The two scout troopers sent back word the conclusion of the battle as a result two shuttles took off heading for the ghost town.~

 

"Physical limitations are only physical. If you can break that barrier, you have endless possibilities."

 

Those were words he had heard before. In a much, much, more taunting manner of course. His task was simple all he had to do is move with blinding speed from one end of his some what spacious office to the other. He loathed the idea but found a small amount of solace that he could do something that had long ago punished him endlessly. Summoning the force once more he was for some reason thrown back a few years to his 16th birthday. And so it was time for his tribe to test him once more. All he simply had to do was retrieve a special fruit that only happened to be about a kilometer away from the tribal village. Unknown to him at the time his tribe had also just released a prisoner from a different tribe to try and kill him during his quest. If he emerged victorious against the more powerful but weakened prisoner. He would gain status in the clan. However if he died he would simply be missed. Nothing more nothing less.

He was half a click out when the first attack came. Before he had known it he had been grabbed by powerful arms and tossed through the under bush. Before he could even fully get up a knee had met his solar plex and he had seen stars. Flipping onto his back. He laid there waiting for the next and most likely killer blow to come instead he had been met with words.

"Physical limitations are only physical. If you can break that barrier, you have endless possibilities. You young fool. May you find solace in these words before you die. "

Dropping from the trees, a skinny mal-nutrition man flew toward him with nothing more than a sharpened stick in his hands. Rolling to the right he felt the air graze his back as he quickly jumped to his feet slug thrower at the ready. However, the man had already disappeared. Suddenly a warning blared in his head. Instantly ducking he felt the air pass over his head as the would be killing blow missed him by inches. Rolling to the left he came up and wildly pointed his slug thrower. Before he knew it, a sharp pain had penetrated his right arm causing him to drop the slug thrower. Knowing he was out matched he quickly ran for his life every moment fearing the sharp pain of some sharp object penetrating his chest.

 

After running a god ways he looked around and figured that he mus have only been maybe 90 meters away from the fruit himself. No doubt his killer would be there ready to slit his throat the minute he appeared to claim the fruit. Finally removing the stick from his arm he tossed it into the grass and bandaged himself to the best of his ability. Then an idea stuck him. Gathering a few vines and sticks he marched out until he was really only 20 meters from his target. A 20-meter sprint would be hard but well worth it should his plan pan out. Climbing a tree, it took him a good 30 minutes to set up his trap to even the playing field. Then leaving it he went of to gain the fruit.

 

Sure enough his killer had been there he had dropped from the trees and remarked with some quip about how he had been waiting forever for him to show. Nadus had instantly turned tail and ran. Sprinting as fast as he could go. Being forced to zig and zag through the trees he stopped when he had come to his trap. Suddenly a premonition flashed and he ducked. The man had thrown a spear directly at where his chest had been. Without any further warning it seemed the man had grown fed up with playing around and moved in for the kill. Nadus however was ready. Summoning all of his reserves he dove for the most weakened vine he could reach. Suddenly he heard a yelp and sure enough the man had been fallen in one of the 7 holes he had dug and caught in one of the 7 nets he had lain about. It had been rather simple. Predicting that once the man had been caught in a net he would stumble about. Chances were he would naturally fall into a hole. Nadus had approached the man calmly at first watching the half starved man trash about screaming curses. It was amazing to think that this man had been able to run at all much less with the super human speed that he had shown. Grabbing the fallen spear he walked over to the man and stared him in the eyes.

 

"I want you to see before you die, the man who killed you despite your power. The man who trapped you and then killed you." With that he had thrust the spear deep into the mans neck watching as the blood slowly leaked out at first before turning into a blood gushing roar. Nadus had stayed to watch most of it spill out. Mainly to watch the life leave the man's eyes. However soon he became conscious that the blood would either cause the man's atkk hound to appear or bring about meet eaters and scavengers to feast on flesh. Jogging back to the fruit at a trot he had naturally completed his mission without any more incident.

 

It was this very memory. His memory of being amazed by the half-starved man who had hounded him and chased him through the jungle with his super human speed. This memory that he drew on to access this same power. To transcend all of his physical limitations. The armor that had become like a second skin to him suddenly felt like it was not there at all. He felt as if he was hooked up to a power generator and that if he so desired he could punch through boulders or run half way around the planet. Using this new found power he found himself thinking it was mighty odd that he was running laps around the room at super human speed. Suddenly stopping in front of the Sith he glanced down at his own body, clad in armor.

 

"Interesting. Very Interesting. I feel slightly drained but yet I am not tired."

[Natoh]

As the blue team burst through the door Gatoh quickly ducked and rolled to the side and behind some cover.

 

He dodged a couple of the stun bolts that emitted from the E-11 rifle.

 

At that moment he saw Kelvin run towards his position.

 

Gatoh walked up behind him and put the E-11 to his head. He pulled the trigger and heard a large thump on the ground.

 

One down, two to go.

[Lora]

Lora saw the woman, Trith crumble to the ground after she was hit by her stun blast. She grinned as she saw another of the blue team crumble as well. One to go... she saw the results on her helmet's inner screen. Not bad an effort... wonder if there's anymore droids around here I can play with... She backtracked back round the corner, still monitoring the location of the last blue team member, but searching for another droid to tinker with. She regretted having to destroy the last one, but she didn't want the nanites to be controlling it. She'd have to tinker with the shields and make them nanite proof next time... she'd also have to do that to her astromech.

 

She ducked through another door, discovering a pile of broken parts, machinery and droids all dumped in a corner. She sifted through, finding another of the combat droids that didn't seem too damaged. It was an older modelled droid. It's designation was a HK-51. She'd need to find a few parts to get this one up and running, and she'd have to boost it's shielding and databanks too. A good oiling would be required as well. Lots of work ahead of her with this one.

 

Confident that the other two could handle the remaining blue team member, she set to work, pulling out the droid from the pile and scouting for parts she would need to get it running again.