On Mel's invitation I'm making an effort to dust off my inner RPGer, so I'm checking in again once and a while.
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On Mel's invitation I'm making an effort to dust off my inner RPGer, so I'm checking in again once and a while.
Are you a bot (Notes the link in your signature) with an overzealous sense of morality?
Boba replied, "I saved 15% by switching to GEICO"
Lord Drakus sat cross legged, his hands resting upon his knees, deep in meditation. His thoughts drifted, contemplating the reasons for his return to the academy, his past victories, his very existence. He understood that he was an anomaly amongst the Sith. Drakuses’ raw, still inexperienced yet powerful grasp on the Force made him unpredictable, and the unprecedented feat in recent generations of having killed his master to reach Sith Knighthood put him under a weary eye of the Counsel. Many reasoned that anyone who would kill his Master while still a teenager surely must have ambitions that reach to the highest levels, and that made him a threat to their precious power. But in truth, not even Drakus understood what drove him. Anger, violence, rage; these emotions ruled his thoughts and actions. But there was little else, not fear, not ambition, not greed, only emptiness. He filled that void with the pain and death of the Empire’s enemies.
His ship’s central chamber was perfectly spherical from the floor up, at it’s center the Dark Lord’s round chair on which he pondered. Adorning the walls were various artifacts discovered in his travels. Five Sith Holocrons surrounded him, creating the only light in the chamber with their pulsating red ambience, whispering their dark knowledge deep into his consciousness. Historic tablets, scrolls, and recordings were safely stored in their places.
Nearly two dozen lightsabers adorned a trophy display. Drakus found it ironic that more then half of them once belonged to his Sith brothers, taken in the aftermath of duels of grievance, pathetic attempts at assassination by those who wished to gain from his death, and heated trials of ascension. All had been stripped of their crystals and lenses, making them much like their past owners - lifeless husks. The only lightsabers that still held their unique power where the six that Drakus carried with him at all times. The two sabers that he built with his own hands, which were attached to quick release clips on his sides. And there were his most prized trophies that dangled from his belt, both as emergency hold out weapons as well as visible examples of his own prowess.
One saber belonged to the first Jedi he ever killed, a young padawan who’s life was snatched away before he’d even had the chance to pull the weapon that now hung from another man’s belt. The most ornate saber belonged to a female Twilek Knight. She was the most skilled opponent Drakus had faced since becoming a Sith Lord. She wounded him severely before their battle came to an end. He regretted not learning her name; but he remembered her pure white skin, her attractive face, and the flash of her vivid blue-gray eyes when his blade pierced her abdomen just as she‘d prepared to lower her own deathblow.
The last Jedi saber belonged to an old Master. Drakus had been ordered by the counsel to kill the old sage when it was learned that the Master was traveling alone in the Outer Rim. An aged man, he was no match for the Sith who came to kill him. Drakus could have easily killed him at any moment, but toyed with him at first. Broken and beaten, the old Master seemed at ease, and through the blood covering his face still offered peace onto his attacker. Drakus took him captive for a time, unable to understand the serenity surrounding this Jedi. He probed the old man’s mind, both through conversation, as well as more physical methods. When the Master finally died, his throat crushed by a Force choke when Drakus became enraged during one of their talks, the Dark Lord found that he was the only one he wished he hadn’t killed.
The fourth lightsaber clipped to his belt belonged to the first man he ever killed of his own volition; his former Master.
The crackle of the ship’s intercom shook the Sith Lord from the thought, jerking him back to the present.
We have come out of light speed and have entered orbit around Odacer-Faustin, What does your will command?”
Lord Drakus stretched his neck and shoulders from the hours of motionless meditation. Even through the distance of space, he could sense Master Tibullus, as well as two other Darksiders he didn’t recognize.
“Captain, inform Master Tibullus of my arrival.
”Yes my Lord! At once!
((Interaction tip, the two other Sith Lords will probably be very resentful of my character, at least at first. Unless you guys want to be different, most would see me as a mongrel who is unfit for the title of Sith Lord because of my fast and less trained rise. My actions in the past of taking on Sith as much as Jedi would have made me a reputation as a loose cannon, as well as a tag of being just a mad dog on the Sith Counsel’s leash. Sith aren’t fond of each other as a general rule, so having a different and unique path up through the system would single me out further))
((Sorry for the delay, Trace finished this a couple days ago and saved it to my Word for me to review before posting for him, but I've been working some extra shifts and havn't had access to my PC. I'll post for myself ASAP))
(Ralin and I will be posting via his account for the next few posts until the glitch with mine is fixed. ~Trace)
Name: Trace Adonai
Affiliation: Mandalorian Mercenary
Armor: Environmental suite. Emp dampened helmet with built in combat feed intel, comlink channel, x-ray, infrared, thermal, and night vision. Hardened rancor hide armor and straps with reinforced durasteel chest plates, side plates, shin guards, and boot caps.
Weapons: LR-11 Scoped Blaster Rifle with semi-auto, three round burst, and full auto fire, XVerp Slugthrower with interchangeable rounds of ball and spike shot, three vibro daggers, one heirloom Beskad, two magnetic speared grappling hooks attached to gauntlets, two incendiary grenades, two EMP grenades, two thermal grenades, two plasma grenades, and one now deceased Jedi Master’s lightsaber.
Backpack and Pouches: Ammo and extra grenade slots, food rations, first aid kit, survival kit, slicing spikes, and power cells.
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Bereft Company - Specifically formed to squire Lord Drakus on his ventures against the Republic and their Jedi allies. Due to the high fatality rate caused directly by Drakuses’ volatile personality and disregard for his troop‘s safety, replacements have been denied. This standing order has actually pleased Drakus, who is convinced that the Sith Council gave him the unit to spy on him more than assist in actions. Constantly pushing them past their physical and mental limits in order to achieve total victory against his enemies, only the company commander, squad officers (who would RARELY lead their men in battle), and the company medic have survived. Rumor has it that he force lightening his own soldiers in order to overwhelm and kill a Jedi Master and his entourage of Jedi Knights.
Commander: Cpt. Nictor *ACTIVE DUTY*
Lt. Varden *ACTIVE DUTY*
Sgt. Stanza *KIA*
Cpl. Allan *KIA*
Pvt. Telin *MIA*
Pvt. Avis *KIA*
Lt. Dausse *ACTIVE DUTY*
Sgt. Zeri *MIA*
Pvt. Saedhe *KIA*
Pvt. Levo *KIA*
Pvt. Dalin *MIA*
Lt. Price *EXECUTED*
Sgt. Menzo *EXECUTED*
Pvt. Gardia *EXECUTED*
Pvt. Gunter *EXECUTED*
Pvt. Xilles *EXECUTED*
Lt. Sholtz *ACTIVE DUTY*
Sgt. Rhyas *ACTIVE DUTY*
Cpl. Settis *KIA*
Pvt. Davis *KIA*
Pvt. Jallik *KIA*
Trace hastily walked down the durasteel halls of Drakuses’ corvette, counting each clanking step his armored boots made across the metal floor with anticipation. The ship was scheduled to come out of hyperspace within moments and he knew his employer would be angered if the Sith officers were not prepped and ready for departure. The mercenary came upon the storage compartment which the troopers had converted into a lodging quarter and activated the control terminal. With a sharp hiss the silvery door slide open revealing the dimly lit, junk piled room of discarded electrical circuitry, armor repair kits, tools, half eaten rations, and two worn men. Lt. Sholtz laid snuggled asleep in the corner of the storage room; the poor man had long since lost his fighting spirit by suffering the wrath of Lord Drakus for a previous failure and now only seemed to live on to survive. Across from the slumbering man sat Lt. Varden who was finishing repairing his damaged armor which had caught a blaster bolt from their previous mission. Though capable in the past, he now showed signs of distress and faltered resolve from months of the Sith Lord’s malicious abuse.
“Varden, we will be coming out of light speed soon, wake Sholtz, clean up this mess, and be ready to drop plant side in ten,” the Mandalorian ordered, catching the man‘s attention for the first time since his entrance.
With a heavy sigh the Lieutenant lifted his head, “Yes sir.”
He lazily slumped across the room, bumping power packs and discarded tools with each step and kick the sit of the sleeping man as Trace turned and continued his search for the remaining Sith officers. From behind Lt. Varden voice could be heard echoing down the corridor, “Hey coward get you frekin shebs up or Drakus will kill you for sure this time.”
The Mandalorian next came upon the holding cells, though torture chamber was a more fitting word for the blood stained room. Archaic racks with binders lined the walls and in the center sat a lone operating table complete with trays of wicked tools and alien scalpels. Though Trace was not one to partake in such methods, his employer seemed to have no issue whatsoever in learning how much pain a body could endure before breaking. Here he found another Sith officer who had recently taken residency. Lt. Dausse sat amongst the operating tools, a wickedly curved scalpel in one hand. The officer had always seemed to have a warped fascination in the pain the Sith inflicted upon others and on several occasion attempted to mimic Lord Drakus in his torture methods. While Trace personally despised the officer and wanted whole heartedly to gut the soldier, he was a professional and acted accordingly to his contract.
Trace frowned from within his helmet, “Lord Drakus would be most displeased to learn you are tampering with his toys.”
Lt. Dausse blinked and pocketed the scalpel, his lips curling over to form an eerie smile as he brought his eyes to bear upon the armored Mercenary, “Toys are for playing with. And should be shared.”
“I do not believe Lord Drakus sees it that way,” Trace replied in annoyance.
“Oh but he does,” nodded the twisted Lieutenant, “he has played with so many people in here.”
“Then why don‘t you try to play with Lord Drakus yourself?”
“He is too brilliant for the likes of a simple officer, his time is spent better elsewhere, but maybe we can find someone to bring back and play with on this mission,” Dausse glowed hopefully.
“That is not my concern, gear up and be ready to jump once we come out of hyperspace,” Trace spat in disgust.
“Of course,” Lt. Dausse gleefully responded, keeping a half cocked eye on the merc, “I do hope we find someone who’ll want to play.”
Trace scoffed in silent disgust as he turned to leave. Out of all the troopers he had met and fought alongside it was only Dausse whom he hated and wished to die, yet somehow the damned man had survived countless of suicide missions and each from experience he seemed to lose more of his humanity. His thoughts were broken as the ship jolted out of hyperspace. Out of time to personally check the last remaining team member he turned about and sprinted toward the cockpit while tapping into the officer‘s comlink though his helmet, “Rhyas, you feel that?”
“Yes Sir,” came the prompt reply of the company’s only remaining non-officer, a female medic, “I‘m already strapped in and ready to go.”
“Excellent, alert me when the others have gathered.”
Despite her combat medical training Sgt. Rhyas was one of the better shots in her squad and possessed a tactical mind to not blindly charge into destructive situation. This combined with her reliability, miraculous resilience to Drakuses’ horrifying presence, and her pure hatred of the Jedi order, lead her to be one of the few people Trace could trust not to blast him in the back for personal gain.
Trace busted into the cockpit to find Cpt. Nictor seated beside the droid pilot. The commanding officer was a seasoned veteran of many wars, a man Trace respected for his past merits but seemed to lack the great zeal he once had for battle. Slowly the Captain clicked on Drakuses’ personal com channel.
“Lord Drakus we have come out of light speed and have entered orbit around Odacer-Faustin,” Cpt. Nictor whispered fearfully into the comlink, “What does your will command?”
I was having this 'More Fett' or 'Less is More' disscusion AGAIN just the other day, and it always boils down to the same thing - there is no way to make the perfect backstory for Boba. Because of his mysterious nature in the early days of Star Wars, it not only bred the fasination with his character that we all have, but just as importantly created a million different backstorys in the minds of each of his fans. George just kinda threw him into the mix of a much bigger story and didn't give us anything to go on, therefore opening him up to our own fantasies of his past adventures and history. That's brilliant in it's own way, snaring our attention to his part in the story (and all his subsequent money making produts).
From that point on, like most everything SW, Lucas has pretty much shot himself in the foot time and again in trying to squeeze the last penny ouf of Boba. One backstory, scraped for another backstory, insert a bunch of garbage that nobody likes, and we've about killed every hope and dream for the character
The only way I can imagine Boba regaining that dark, mysterious persona would be your suggestion - have SOMEBODY (probably not Jaster since HE'S been rerouted into Jango's backstory) kills the punk, takes his identity, and becomes the bounty hunter we knew and loved
((Did I kill it?? Come on folks! We were the elite RPer's of the old days!!! How can we expect the new blood to join if we can't even keep up! Lets see some posts!!))
Name: Lord Drakus
Species: Human - dozens of cybernetic implants, both to replaced injured tissue, as well as to upgrade his capabilities and strengths.
Rank: Sith Lord
Weapons: Two red-bladed light sabers, the hilts designed for two handed use, giving him the option of using both hands on a single saber, even though he prefers the use of both sabers at once. Both are of a black construction with silver accents and knobs, with a thin leather padded grip on both. Four other sabers adorn his belt; three are trophies of fallen Jedi, the first is his former master’s.
Appearance: Once fair skinned, Drakus now has extremely faded skin common to Sith who have stopped trying to conceal the affects caused by the Dark side of the Force on their bodies. He has chaotic tribal black tattoos that spread from his fingertips, up his arms, and across his chest and back (think Maul.) His hair is jet black and shoulder length. He wears heavily armored calf-height boots, the solid defensive plates in the front reaching above his knees. He wears a variety of high-density grade armor mesh body protection and leather tunics and robes, much of it heavily imbued with dark side energy. His tunic is sleeveless, with elbow-length armor plated bracers attached to fingerless leather gloves. His cape is a faded black, its bottom edges ragged and torn from use. He usually wears the hood up, partially covering his father’s Mandalorian Crusader mask which is still silver in color.Revan *A cross between that and this:* The Apprentice
A small corvette, designed around it’s single passenger. Originally designed for a crew of eight, the ship has been modified to operate totally via driod intelligence. Lord Drakus doesn’t concern himself with the tasks of piloting or operation of his vessel, preferring to focus on his meditation while in space transit. He has never even seen fit to give the ship a name. It has two passenger rooms, a large central room that serves as the master quarters, meditation chamber, and archive. The craft also possess a training room, prisoner holding and torture cell, storage hold, and a small galley. Lord Drakus keeps his personal speeder bike in the hold.
Powerful Force Lightning Attack and Telekinetic Abilities.
Extremely aggressive and fast duel light saber flurries and power attacks
High physical endurance both due to natural physiology as well as upgrades and implants
Unbalanced in defensive postures, both against lightsabers and Force power attacks
Rage can lead to a focus on his target, leaving him vulnerable to unnoticed threats, or to charge into overwhelming situations
Born to a wandering clan of Mandalorian mercenaries, his family was massacred when they accepted a contract from a mysterious Sith Master. He had hired the traveling warriors for an important task, but chose to betray them when he realized that their four year old child was highly Force sensitive. Taking the patriarch’s ancient Crusader mask, he used it to goad the child at every chance - mocking his fallen family their crude relics. He drove the child to the extreme reaches of the Dark side of the Force. In a heated light saber training duel, Drakus, as his master had renamed him, killed his master at only the age of 16. Taken before the Sith Counsel, Drakus was deemed as too unpredictable to be given status among the Sith, despite the fact that killing one’s master was still considered a highly praised right of passage. He was sent to the academy on Odacer-Faustin, where he showed a remarkable talent for history and ancient research. However, Drakus continued to prove himself extremely volatile, leading to the deaths of three of his teachers during his two years at the academy. After this time, Drakus’s aggressive behavior earned him the early rank of Sith Marauder. He completed various tasks for the Counsel, usually operations that required a bloody message to be sent. He attained the rank of Sith Lord at the age of 29.
Most recently, he was sent to the planet Mandalore with the purpose of recruiting mercenaries for the coming war. While there, he discovered a Force sensitive merc named Trace Adonai who was unaware of his connection. Hiring the man, he has served well on several bounty hunting and assassination ventures. With possible plans of turning the hunter into his apprentice, Drakus keeps him under his employ.
Currently, Lord Drakus and Trace are responding to the last distress call sent from the facility before all communication ceased. They are currently in hyperspace travel, and should arrive at any moment..
*(I'm working two jobs right now AND fighting through the entry process of a thrid, but I'm in. Should at least have a character and background posted sometime today.)*
I can't say I was ever a huge fan of either of the Lucas approved Boba versions, but if said-Jaster were to slot this punk kid that we have to endure since the prequals, I'm all for it XD
I have yet to play through any of the campains. I recieed MW2 as a gift, but refused to play the campain until I got MW1. But since my machine has crapped out on me, don't see that happening any time soon.... sigh.
I've played Black Ops on split screen with a friend, and it seems like a cheapened, stripped down version of MW2. No improvements, no advanced options, just new equiptment. I love the throw-back gear; my favorite handgun of all time is the Colt .45 auto, and running around with a pair of nickle plated Colt's just Jango's my Fett They've also got the M-14, another of my favoorite weapons ever. But aside from the cool new maps and gear, I have yet to see why there's so much hype.
I got a sneak peek at the campain however, and maybe it's there; looked AWESOME!
Wow... Hope they've fixed that one, even though that is pretty funny. I still need to buy FU SithEdition
*No, I havn't forgotten about this RP. Sorry that everything slowed down again as soon as you got back Mandal, but I was hoping for another post from V_M as I'm unfamiliar with what it is we're heading into, and to give any newcomers a chance to add to the madness.
V_M, if you're too busy to slip a post it, PM me if you can giving me an idea of what kind of opposition we're looking at, what we're heading for, and what you want me to find, and I'll add another post ASAP*
Well, I am certainly willing to agree to disagree but your post doesn't really address my primary question..who is writing the story here? I mean what happens if George Lucas decides that "The cone Wars" isn't enough? And then he decides to go on to elaborate the "mando", that word leaves a bad taste in my mouth, culture and that it needs a TV series too! I am 1000% certain that all the crap that Traviss has written will be "gone with the wind"...Not that I think that is going to happen anytime soon..but..what if. All I am really saying, and I have paid attention to your posts in the past, is that I just don't think all the elaboration is necessary or even worth the effort. Long Story short...all I see KT's writing is as fan fiction.
On the issue of what is and isn't canon, we seem to be on exactly the same page; I have posted the exact same thing myself on a couple threads. My only difference with you would be that Lucas doesn't "elaborate" on the topics in the EU, he totally bulldozes them as if they don't exist and replaces them with something else. You're right about KT's work being "Gone with the Wind," some people think it already has been made non-canon by some of the content that has been in the cartoon. KT has reportedly said shes' not going to write any more for Lucas on her Commando books because her previous work as been glossed over by new Lucas material that ignores her work.
So yes, I totally agree. The message coming from George seems to be that everything from the EU is little more, if more at all, than well funded FanFictions. If there was more to them than that, he shouldn't be able to completely disreguard them the way he does at ever turn.
My answer would be and has been to believe in whatever version of Star Wars makes you happy. I mean face it, Star Wars IS an alternate reality. Make it what you like, not what someone tells you it is; especially as far as the EU goes where there really isn't anybody who can say what is and isn't applicable anymore anyway. And honestly, what is any movie, novel, comic book, or naritive than a fanfiction? The Original Trilogy is Lucas's personal fanfiction that pays tribute to every form of storytelling that came before it; there's very little original about it, just old stories retold on a different format and with ground breaking visual affects. I don't get all that caught up in what I don't like about Star Wars because, really, I just ignore it.
And I am posting a separate post here on purpose...
why do the "mandos" need a culture?
Short answer would be why not? Boba Fett BEGGS to be explained because he's just so damned interesting, or so I think. The dark, man with out a name *or in this case without a face* character is what drew most of us to Boba, but some of us want more than that. I wont say I'm happy with all the explanations of him, but like I said above, if goold 'ol George taught us anything it's that we can totally blow off whatever parts of the EU we don't like and come up with something new and *hopefully* better. I truely and utterly fell in love with the Mandalorians from the KotOR games and comics. THOSE I think should be the heritage of Boba and Jango.
So why should they exist? Cause I think they're friggin cool. I can't really think of a better answer than that. It's the reason Star Wars itself should exist. It doesn't further society or help feed the poor, so why does Lucas's plot-hole filled FanFiction run amuck need to be told either? 'Cause it's so damn cool.
I've responded to your similar posts on a couple different threads; not sure if you haven't seen them or we're just gonna agree to disagree and not really debate it, but I do want to mention a couple points you have here in this new one.
I still hold to my guns that no matter what the creator’s original intent, I'm not sure what your problem is with the fans trying to give life and backstory to a 'bit character.' I don't think anybody disagrees that yes, it was literally a very minor character; but since you are a member of this site, you must also agree that he is an incredibly intriguing and thought provoking minor character. If you didn't I don't think you'd be a fan or care one way or the other. I also agree with you to a point that he is meant to be a 'bad guy.' However, keep in mind that probably the most famous and loved character in all of Star Wars is freeking Darth Vader. Yeah, he gets redeemed at the end, but that's not what he's known for, and that certainly wasn't what got him so much attention in the first two movies and the first 9/10ths of RotJ. People love him because he's a straight up BA, and there's nothing really wrong with that. Lots of ppl love a good bad guy, and solid fan bases for the bad guy really isn’t uncommon.
All that being said...again... I actually want to agree with you on one point this time. I am NOT a whole hearted fan of KT; if I was I wouldn't have taken the time write this whole thread that offers an alternative to KT's overly idyllic version of the badest warrior nation in the lore of Star Wars. I think she came up with some very interesting and quality concepts for a Mandalorian culture, a culture I love and worship more then even the honored Fetts, but one of her key references is very flawed I believe.
She wants the Mandaorians to be likened with modern day American and British type soldiers. This is not a comparison that should be made, at least not in the manner she uses them. Traviss’ Mandalorians have a brutal history of conquest and makes their living as mercenaries. Both titles are an insult I believe to our armed forces when you get down to the core of our military's mission. In general *there are always exceptions to every rule, but...* the average military man and woman's core motivation for joining the military is the voluntary act of selflessly serving their nation so that we can enjoy our freedoms as a non military state. They give their lives in defense of our way of life, not to fulfill some cultural lust for war. And they are certainly NOT mercenaries. A mercenary is a causeless, wandering, and usually honorless *despite what Hollywood would have you believe* lot who do anything for the highest bidder. Our servicemen are compensated fairly minimally, respect and obey the laws and regulations set before them, and serve their nation countrymen rather than just an employer.
Our modern military is a perfect example to reference from in so far as tactics go or for examining military forms of comradery and individual behaviors and reactions in combat. But that’s where the depth of the reference should end. The Mandalorians, based on all their past history and their cultural foundation on combat and warfare, must be classified in a different category than the average real life military man. Any of KT’s characters, with a very few alterations, would fit very well into a story about an American team of Special Operations agents in Iraq or Afghanistan. Her characters would be perfect for a story about an average unit of Stormtroopers or Rebel infantrymen. But they shouldn’t be Mandalorian in my mind.
Going back to your point, ‘What is the connection between KT’s Mandos and Boba of the films?’ I really can’t find much of one, but maybe some of her diehard supporters would like to chime in on that one. To me her characters are a mixed bag of contradictions that are far too tortured, meek, unrealistically motivated, lacking in confidence, and generally not representing my idea of a true Mandalorian. So I’ll give you that one
I'm thinking something simple, at least on the first run. What about just the BFFC with the backward facing 1st F like the one on the top left of the page on the site banner. Perhaps a black shirt with the letters fadding from deep red or gray/near white to black at the bottom.
Just a question, could you print just the T visor? No outline of the helmet or anything, just the visor. Do you think they could call that infringment? Or is it not enough detail to the point that we could get away with it? If so, you could have the visor across the entire chest of the shirt, with the logo emplazened across the front
The figures are pretty sick; I'll be keeping an eye out for those. Cute earphones as well
** Tealani; had to go back a year and two pages to find it **
WOO HOO FOR RETURN OF MEL!!!! (Sim maid? In that case replace 'woo hoo' with 'yay' or something. I'm not THAT happy )
Great to see you again Mel!
Five Finger Death Punch's Never Enough; friggin love that song..
Epic video; the Leia chick is hot As usual, only gets one shot but boba still looks like the most BA character in the vid.
I think my favorite line is "Solo is a coffee table" XD
ah i thought deltas werent in the books
i was thinking the rc books were only omega
season 3 is after geonosis
The RepCom books focus on Omega, but as they progress Delta takes a bigger and bigger role. I think they were mentioned in the first book, and they've had full parts in the two after it that I've read.
Maybe KT realized that it was the Delta characters we fell in love with in the game, and not just their style
((Good to see you again Mandal!
Just to echo V_M, there's lots of room for more action in the space battle; I just sped through it because I didn't have any Imperials to post back and forth with. You, anybody else who wants to pick up where we left off, and of course any newcomers could keep the space fight alive and/or leave it to catch up with me and V_M while we look for Skywalker. All options are currently open.
So stoked to have this beast breathing a little again Here's another post to maintain that pulse))
An entire flight of TIEs rocketed past Ralin, tearing through his squadron. Despite his maneuvering, several direct hits pummeled his forward shields, and two of his squadron mates went down; one able to punch out, the other incinerated instantly. The Mando’s last scream over the com killed what satisfaction Ralin had felt for the three PK fighters he had been able to keep from passing.
“Stay tight Talon! We’re almost through!” Pushing their craft to the edges of their capacity, Talon Squadron pushed further ahead, hoping speed would allow them to outrun the defenders and minimize their contact. As each defending squadron attempted to engage them head on, they reduced their chances of hitting the invading Mandalorians in a the nose-on attack, and the Mando’s refusal to turn and fight meant that the defenders would not be able to turn and ever catch them again.
Despite all the defensive squadrons hugging the planet’s outer atmosphere, Drakus and his Talon Squadron pushed forward.
“Talon, you’re too far ahead” called Fett.
“We’re committed lead” Ralin replied. “If we slow down now all the fighters we’ve cut through will catch up to us, and you’re too far behind to help. Link up with Defender, we’ll lay the groundwork.”
Static was the only reply. Checking his scanners Ralin noticed that their communications were getting disrupted in the planet’s atmosphere. Only short range coms’ were still clear. Someone has to gauge and distract whatever ground based anti-air defenses are down there anyway. Pressing his assault forward, Ralin streaked ahead trying to track any possible threats and facilities.
The bottom dropped from Ralin’s stomach as his defensive sensors all at once erupted in a series of alarms and flashing red lights. An entire battery of missiles were incoming on his flight. .
“We got a problem here boss…” came Solus as he realized the same thing his flight leader did.
“Evasive maneuvers! Everyone..”
Ralin couldn’t quite finish his order before a Firespray patrol vessel streaked down, its hull still trailing a grey vapor from penetrating the superheated outer atmosphere. It barrel rolled directly into the path of the incoming missiles. Unable to believe his own eyes, as the Firespray neared the cloud of incoming projectiles, they inexplicably waivered and veered away. Some lost their thrust and fell harmlessly to the surface, others turned and crashed into each other, while some appeared to be spontaneously exploded with no reason.
“I’m away you haven’t had one in a very long time, but you should really make an effort to obey your Mandalore” chided They'da.
“True enough” Ralin said through a sigh of relief. “Thank you; I owe you one.”
“At least one. Now lets finish this.”
“Copy that. You lead, we follow.”
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