Falleen

[Tilt07]

They opted to remain quiet, conserve energy, the battalion although really a squad of three Clones, the "Bad Company," spent their time reloading abd repairing equipment and weapons. This also included repainting and fixing the damage on the armor of primary black and accented orange, not the standard colors of the Galactic Alliance nor the Imperial Remnant, but it works better than not. When Falleen was mentioned the Clones hid the Grand Republic insignia as their battalion symbol was left on, they didn't know what situation Falleen was in but given it was originally either a Sith occupation or a sieged world they did not was to run the risk of the republic patch being recognized.  It was always nice to work for someone you don't openly "associate" with from time to time, doing illegal things for the sake of the law was fun in itself. 

 

Neither of the Troopers had been on Byss, however they remained silent and more or less focused on the tasks at hand. Still they would be traveling alongside two Jedi this time, maybe even pick up some souvenirs or a drink. Once they landed the soldiers suited up and checked their gear, and  after exiting Tilt would tell the duo befire they passed the squad, "We'll be shadowing you, Generals. If something goes wrong we'll relay you, but otherwise we got your backs." 

 

On e everyone was on a move, the squad would literally blend in with the surroundings, walking more like actual mercenaries than soldiers, looking around for trouble and of course a "job" if they picked one up. Of course right now they were keeping an eye on their Jedi to make certain they weren't in trouble... Not that the Jedi would be, still, it was best to have backup in case things got too hairy. Upon the rain getting heavier the Jedi moved faster until going into a nearby bar where the Clones would follow. No one had said much, just that they were more or less tired from the back to back missions and combat they were involved in, but at tge same time the squad was very much awake and focused. 

 

When entering the bar Tilt immediately led the group to the opposite end of the bar to a lone table. They took their seats and started to quietly chat, however in truth they were very much keeping tabs of the ongoings of the bar. 

[Tilt07]

"The dancer, she seems like a fun little thing..." Riggs said quietly as he watched the woman almost in a hypnotic state. 

 

Tilt replies in equal near silence, "You should go for the Hutt, the one with the beard, he's been staring at ya for quite some time."

 

Behind the group were a gang of punks who had very good ears and were talking about everything that the Clones said to their buddies. They chuckled, and Thumper caught on quickly before jumping in, "Imagine it this way, all that flab makes for good leverage, you got natural oils that are so thick they could be used as lube, and let's not forget how loose and slimy they can get, the noises would be like churning butter."  

 

Thumpee made sure to make lireral churning slushing noises while rotating his fist abd moving his arm back and forth.  Some of the gangsters spat out their drinks, all of them standing up and cussing the Clones as they walked out with a ruined mood. Good. Riggs looked uncomfortable now and leaned his head onto his hand, replying, "Oh... Not feelin' too good... You're an ass Thumper..." 

 

"Speaking of which, I'd seen the menu, cheese sticks look good. Figured I'd go for a burger and fries too. Anything for you?" Tilt asks, being the vocal one of the group,  would wait until the waitress came back around. He watched every action and reaction, every movement that all had committed to their current placements. He watched as the Jedi left, which they could easily be tracked given his record of running into the bastards constantly back during the war. His war. But he didn't reminisce about that, instead if things went awry the Clone already thought up of every exit, enemy, and how many casualties there would be. 

 

 

[Tilt07]

On 1/17/2023 at 6:01 PM, Non-Playable-Characters said:

Offworlders. Her lip twisted into a sneer at this vague collection of huddled masses and drunken soldiers. They were always far much more trouble than their credits were worth. It stank of them in this shoddy bar. Their fear was palpable, their rowdy alcohol fueled sexual discourse even more so, it mixed with the pale calming pheromones of the waitress to create a stink that curdled in the back of her throat. She sighed loudly and looked towards the Hutt bartender with a wry expression before turning her eyes to the cluster of soldiers that were making themselves known with a disgusting display. Ruffians. 

 

 Kali-Kera, priestess of the fifth temple, smirked at their harassment of the Hutt and walked straight to their table, stopping behind the leader and placing her hands on his shoulders. Strength she could pull from the Fanged God. And she applied that strength to the man before her, pushing down with a might that rooted him in place and made the durasteel chair he was sitting in groan, as she leaned forward to whisper into Tilt’s ear. 

 

“I do not know where you came from. Perhaps you have been in carbonite since the clone wars, or you are friends of General Delta, or General Delta himself. But we do not tolerate these kinds of shenanigans in our Domain.” 

 

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One instant Tilt was about to go make an order, tired of waiting and starving though he was calmed about it. The boys had been getting a little more than riled up that MRE's wouldn't do a damn thing and he was getting a bit too afraid to get anymore drinks, Thumper was surprisingly vulgar when he's buzzed and Riggs... Riggs was Riggs. Things didn't help that eyes were on the boys in the tavern constantly, it was enough to keep Tilt's paranoia on edge. But it also didn't help that they were clad in gear and looked exactly alike.  

 

As soon as the pressure dropped on Tilt's shoulders he went with it, he had seen from the corner of his eye a feminine individual before and now must have been them. What strength, it excited the Clone Captain rather than scare him! He was buzzed, but certainly not drunken enough to cause a scene. Well discerning the fact that they were surrounded by individuals, and the bar itself was enclosed and crowded enough they could be heard. Immediately Tilts' hand raised up halting the two subordinates as he had seen the slightest indications they were about to start blasting. He then heard a whisper in his ear, a warning, harsh and true,  however he wasn't born to be submissive, but then again he'd show respect and understanding... Contradicting the fact he would argue what she said.

 

Tilt calmly and quietly said, "We haven't caused too big a ruckus. But, since we have liquor in us perhaps we're being a little too... Loud, for other's comfort. So sorry 'bout that. It's not easy being us when people don't know how not to stare."

 

Tilt turned his head, an obvious glance to the priestess that he was completely calm with the situation.  He had jerked his head lightly to the Hutt who had been watching them, "Afterall, can't blame 'em either for staring, but it's to the point it's made us uncomfortable enough that... Well... We start to make fun of people, instead of just walking up and tellin' them to quit. All we want is a drink, a bit to eat, and we'll be gone. Now, we can let bygones be bygones and continue to pay for the services, hell maybe you could even join us. Or we can leave, other than that-" 

 

"Wait you knew Delta? CT-073?" Riggs asked the woman quietly... A bit louder than his brother, his brows furrowed as he seemed more inquisitive now. 

 

Thumper interjected,  "Hold up Thumper, you knew Delta? I call crap on that." 

 

"No no, seriously, I was under his service for a short few months before I got moved onto our battalion. Was originally a Sarge for a heavy-weapons unit, we talked here and there. Guy was a bonnafied badass and a great leader, but lady- C-Can you tell us where he is? Is he alive? It'd be great to see the tough bastard again!" 

 

"Riggs, inner voice!" Tilt silently hissed as the EOD starts to get a lottle too excited. He sighed and shakes his head, looking back to the woman, "Look, I get we... Are causing some serious worry  amongst your patrons just by being here, and I do apologize about that, getting back on topic. Truce?"

Edited January 21 by Tilt07

[Tilt07]

On 1/26/2023 at 6:15 PM, Non-Playable-Characters said:

“No. Fret not little clone.” The priestess smiled a bitter smile, revealing teeth that had been filed into brutally sharp points. “We are looking for someone. And we would pay top dollar to those mercenaries that might be interested in some contract work.” She shrugged her scantily clad shoulders and looked back at the cluster of cloned soldiers. “It is, as you would say, easy money.” 

 

 

Tilt stared at the sharp-toothed woman, frowned, then looked to Riggs and Thumper. The former gave a half smile and shrugged and the latter sighed looking another direction. So it seemed they were in business yet again! Tilt looked back to the lady and nodded, "Alright, guess we're the men to do it. Should we talk business here or..." Tilt finished his sentence with an open suggestion to anywhere. 

 

[Tilt07]

The Clones looked to each other, confirming any suspicions of enemy activities. Welcome to Falleen, Tilt thought as he was the first to present his wrist, and the others followed. Already he could feel the emotions of his brothers, he knew their thoughts,  and it seemed that it was time for further digging. It meant taking down a black market operation which the triad were trained for, but that also meant delivering the goods... Well... They could just start blasting the place. 

 

"I have to ask," Thumper removed his wrist for just a moment and whispered to the woman, "Not that it really matters, money is money, but what exactly are those kids for? I mean, if you're selling organs you can go nuts... Humor us at least." 

 

Tilt was also curious but with how normally vocal and blunt Riggs was, the brother was oddly quiet. He didn't like this idea one bit. Thumper made it obvious he didn't care for them one but but he k ew how to control his emotions, the lady never said, "No questions," So ge was taking advantage of that. Tilt and Riggs slowly removed their wrists as well as they too were intrigued, but this could only go so far. If things went according to plan then they'd get on and take care of business,  if things went awry... Well, At least they could start shooting up the place. 

[Tilt07]

On 2/21/2023 at 6:16 PM, Non-Playable-Characters said:

 

 

For Kirlocca, Tilt and Squad, and Sandy

 

The young woman smiled wanly at the clone, her face close enough to his to kiss him if she had felt the inclination. Her voice dropped to a low tone, sensual and dark. 

 

“We need young blood for His ascension. The children and whoever you bring to us will be sacrificed on the alter of the Fanged God.”

 

She said it as if it were common knowledge, and though she was about to speak again she gasped instead. Her eyes unfocusing for a moment as their dark pupils shifted and changed before the clone’s gaze. Their natural dark stillness replaced with a raging fire of red. She dropped his arm without adding the blood mark and turned towards the door. 

 

For those Jedi that remained inside the bar, the darkside was in full swing now and their blood marks urged them towards the fight. For vengeance, for blood, for Him. The Fanged God who sat upon his throne of blood. 

 

 

"Oh... That's neat..." Thumper said as he kept his pokerface as to not arouse any suspicion. . He said it as of it was a weird statement more than anything, and the crazy occultist had a hold of his arm. Then there was a look of fury upon the woman's face which the Clone merely raised his brows, she dropped his wrist abd started for the door which the trio merely looked to each other abd shrugged. 

 

While the woman's back was turned Tilt gave a few habd gestures to signal that they get ready... For whatever. They put on their helmets, uncertainty about their thoughts now. Tilt approached the woman but kept a good two foot distance. He asked, "Ma'am... You alright?"