huzzah for necro post....

Anyways, whats pissing me off most about about CW is that its likely going to retconn a LOT of Karen Traviss's writings of the last few years, that so many of us love--thats why she's done with SW after IC2. So now I hate CW, instead of just being indifferent to it.

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Well, when people are considering the Halo universe, they're only thinking the game/novel timeline--the Forerunners were incredibly advanced, and considering Mk VI MJOLNIR armor was only a MK II on the Forerunner scale, I think Mark 12+ Powered suits probably defeat Space Marines, if they are 6 times as powerful as MJOLNIR. They also had Dreadnaughts, Sentinels, and a lot of tech what was probably pretty much more advanced than eight SW or WH.

Plus, the Precursors were advanced enough to leave our Galaxy. That means serious advances.

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Sorry for the late reply.

Um, I have no idea what the Wii version is like, or much about the Wii period, so its hard to say. Assuming its similar enough to the 360/PS3 version, story and gameplay wise, I'd say so. Also depending on how much you're willing to pay. But buying used at Gamestop gives you a week in which you can return it, or it used to anyways--you could look into that option.

I just know Wii versions are often pretty different from the other consoles versions, so I have no idea--maybe youtube gameplay?

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Cin Vhetin wrote:
Werda Verd wrote:

Ghostbusters looks like a rent, if anything. Doesn't look bad, just doesn't interest me, funny as the movies I've seen were.

Just picked up Assassins Creed yesterday, and am loving it. I've heard it gets repetitive, but I'm close to the third of nine targets, and its not bothering me yet. Its a ton of fun, and a very original game--the story and the setting make for a great game, and fun gameplay adds to it.

I don't know, something about being able to run around of the rooftops of Jerusalem, Damascus, and Acre, looking for some one to interrogate, pickpocket, or eavesdrop on, so I can assassinate some slave trader or Templar, is pretty awesome.

Ah, by Ubisoft. Just viewed the video for the sequel. The graphics are too gorgeous. Game looks awesome indeed. Is the 1st one as good? Is that the one you mean?

http://assassinscreed.fr.ubi.com/assassins-creed-2/

Yeah, I've got the first one. Second comes out this November.

It is very good. Gameplay can get repetitive, because there are only like 4 investigation mission types, Pickpocket, Eavesdrop, Interrogate, and Informer, and you need 2 and later 3 completed to assassinate some one. So lots of each by the end of the game. But the first is fun and the graphics and environments are pretty awesome. So fun to run around ancient cities like Jerusalem or Damascus. And story is great.

And yeah, the second looks BEAUTIFUL.

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Ghostbusters looks like a rent, if anything. Doesn't look bad, just doesn't interest me, funny as the movies I've seen were.

Just picked up Assassins Creed yesterday, and am loving it. I've heard it gets repetitive, but I'm close to the third of nine targets, and its not bothering me yet. Its a ton of fun, and a very original game--the story and the setting make for a great game, and fun gameplay adds to it.

I don't know, something about being able to run around of the rooftops of Jerusalem, Damascus, and Acre, looking for some one to interrogate, pickpocket, or eavesdrop on, so I can assassinate some slave trader or Templar, is pretty awesome.

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Plus, even in the Empire, new Republic era, some places still used wheeled transports, Adumar, for example.

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Yeah, Awake will be amazing. I've heard Hero, but not Monster. I can't wait either.

Have you heard Red? If you like Skillet, you might like them.

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Jayne watched impassively as a Mandalorian walked into the hangar and shrugged off the taunts of the security officers, then listened as the Jedi gave them the rundown on the job.

He walked up to one of the less busy lines, shoving a smaller mercenary aside from the front, drawing some protests from those behind. He responded only by drawing his pistol, narrowing his eyes, and giving a rough grunt. He turned back to the man holding the list, who looked slightly nonplussed.

"Name?"

"Jayne Cobb."

"Mister Cobb...it appears you've been assigned to the third mission, the assault on the Mandalorian Base."

Jayne nodded, then turned away, thinking. The attack would be one of the more dangerous, and important missions--if the Mandalorians could counterattack the ruins, they might able to thwart that entire operation. Plus, if half what he'd heard about Mandalorians was true, it'd be a good fight.

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After leaving the bar, Jayne started walking towards the command structure, but received a message requesting that all Mercenaries meet at the hangars. Before he got there, he swung by his quarters to retrieve his equipment--ammo belts, grenades, Vera, and his SMG.

Several minutes later, he was at the hangar, and he headed towards the largest cluster of mercs, all who seemed to be fairly idle. He approached one.

"What are we all doing here?"

"Waiting for orders, from the sounds of it."

Jayne wandered off to the side, and started polishing Vera.

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Sev Fett wrote:

((I'm going to work on a mando here.  Expect one sometime tomorrow.

By the way Verda.  Jayne Cobb is great and all but I like Mal better.  Favourite scene was in the train job.

"The last thing you will see before you die will be my blade."

"Darn."  *Sparta kick*))

Love both of them. SO many good lines--the writers gave them some great material, and they both deliver it REALLY well. Just finished Serenity. Amazing movie.

Will try to post later.

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Just started watching it recently. Great show.

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Well, a recent inspiration for a character has prompted me to join. Like to see how many of you recognize him.

Name: Jayne Cobb
Race: Human (Male)
Affiliation: Mercenary
Age: 30

Appearance: Typically, Jayne wears no more than a shirt and pants, with half-gloves (fingerless) over his hands.

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0903/VanaEveryoung/Firefly/JayneandVera.jpg

Also shows his gun, Vera. Looks and acts like a modern Assault rifle, with longer range and better stopping power. Fires 40-cal armor piercing (AP) rounds. Also uses a suppressed SMG with a red-dot sight. He also uses a revolver and a knife when he's not expecting a fight.

http://www.bungie.net/images/Games/Halo3ODST/imagery/renders/sm/sm_Halo3-ODST_Silenced-SMG-04.jpg

Grenades and other common accessories may also be used.

Armor--Jayne doesn't wear a helmet, and only wears body armor in heavier fights.

Personality: Jayne is a long-time fighter, and has closed himself down to relationships as a result. But if someone manages to earn his trust, then he develops a form of loyalty to them, maintaining a gruff exterior. He also has a tendency to act dumber than he is, leading many to underestimate him, but he occasionally shows his intelligence.

Strengths: Jayne is very tough, able to take a lot of pain and continue to fight. He has a lot of experience fighting, and what frequently lacks in tactics, he makes up for in tenacity.

Weaknesses: Jayne is neither a tactical genius nor a trusting man. He has a tendency to jump into fights without fully thinking, but generally makes it out without too many new scars.


IC: Jayne walked into a bar, a slightly nicer one that its neighbors, ordered a drink and joined a game of pocketball (think pool), with a small credit wager to beat the reigning champ. Ten minutes later, he was ten creds richer, and was facing a very large, very angry man.

"So, stranger, you think you're tough, walking in here and robbing a working man of his money, huh?"

"Robbin'? Won it, fair an' square."

"You're talking about my money--I earned."

Jayne stared him down. "So what if you did, I  beat you, its my ruttin' money now--you gotta problem with that?"

"Yeah, I do. And I'm thinkin'," the man cracked his knuckles, "that you're going to give it back to me."

Jayne shook his head slowly. "I don't think I'll be doin' that any time soon. Never been big on giving things."

"Well, thats a pity." The man swung his fist towards Jayne's head, who ducked, grabbed the arm, twisted it behind the mans back, and kicked him into a wooden post. He fell to the ground, and a couple of his buddies stood up and walked towards Jayne, spreading out a few paces.

Jayne stood back, bided his time, and when the first one rushed, he snapped a kick into his kneecap, snapping it, then turned back towards the third, catching his punch in one hand and pounding his face with another.

He turned to the last, but the man reached him first, punching him in the face, then grabbing his shoulders and ramming him into a post. Jayne shook his head, then knocked the man back with a headbutt to the face, followed by a knee to the stomach. He dropped him to the ground with a elbow across the face.

The man who'd started it stirred, raising his head, and, seeing Jaynes boots, started to rise. Then he froze.

"Bad idea, movin'." Jayne pulled the hammer back with a click. "Now, I'm going to walk on outta hear with my money, and you're going to get my tab, and keep your head. We clear?"

The man nodded, and Jayne walked out of the bar, holstering his gun as he did. Nothing like a good brawl to celebrate a new job.

All but one, it was in social slayer, so 5 members, 4 of which I killed.

Try Again, I'll clear it out.

Yeah, it was me. I've betrayed people, but this was a record.

I recently rendered this clip using the beta of Bungie's new Render to Video feature. This is it in Standard Def.

Halo 3 Epic Fail

Any Halo fan will appreciate this--something similar has probably happened to them too.

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netracinya wrote:

i read in a gameing magazine that due to an outrage of fans complaining about the first one; that the people that did The Force Unleashed are going to be making another video game of how the rebellion realy began, and Vader's real secret apprentice..  and that this one was just a dream..  hmm       don't know if it's true...


  has anyone else heard about this?

Read that, think it was a joke.

Though I'd not doubt a sequel. Just not for a while, I imagine. And it could improve on a lot.

Not everyone loved it. I personally enjoyed it, but it didn't have enough replay value, it was short, especially considering the development time. Yeah, the powers were done pretty well, but could have been done better. You can do some ridiculous stuff in quicktime events, but not as much in the actual game. And most of the quicktime events weren't varied enough--there were maybe 2 per mini-boss enemy.

They should have made them completely customizable. If I want to pick the order of how I finish off an enemy, I should be able to do so. It wouldn't be hard.

Plus, cutscenes needed to reflect your costume and lightsaber. Its not that hard.

Hey, thanks! I was wondering if I'd get any responses!

Heres the first chapter.

Chapter 1: Ver Ori'shya Beskar'gam


                                     Ã¢Â€Â¦Ã¢Â€Â¦Ã¢Â€Â¦Ã¢Â€Â¦Ã¢Â€Â¦.Two Years Later…………..

Kal sat back in Tra’kad’s pilots seat. He was completely exhausted. He had just turned in a bounty he had been tracking for several weeks, and hadn’t slept for more than 6 hours straight in all of it, and that much was rare. But it had paid very well, one of his best jobs yet. He had credits, more than most hunters his age. He had a ship that could take a lot of punishment and deal some back, a fighter armed to the teeth, the best armor in the galaxy, and some of the best weapons too.

The console beeped. He opened the message—apparently; he had a new job too. But that could wait.

He though back on his short career. Early on, it had been rough. Despite the reputation Mandalorian hunters had,  no one was going to higher one so young, with so little experience, for a private bounty, the cream of the crop. So he had to bring in whatever public bounties he could, and he slowly developed a reputation. He brought his targets in intact, and with decent speed. He always took the posted bounty—some hunters tried to haggle it higher, but that was bad business. But he never let an employer get away with paying him a cred less than the original offer. In the last few months, he’d gotten several private jobs, and things were looking up.

And maybe this new job would be worth looking into. He leaned forward, opening the message. The task was to hunt down a Moff named Taldran Wanted Alive, as intact as possible. No reason nor last known whereabouts listed. A picture was provided—he looked about sixty, clean-shaven, with no scars or distinctive features. 

Kal scrolled down, to read who’d posted the bounty. He raised an eyebrow. It wasn’t an individual, but a government—the Galactic Alliance. Intrigued, he read on. The posted bounty made his jaw drop—a million and a half credits. That was a fortune for a single bounty. To his knowledge, there hadn’t been five bounties over one mill in the last fifty years. It was a open bounty, but he still thought he had a chance. He dialed up one of his better informants.

“Crag. Crag! Wake up, you lazy chakaar!”

“What do you want?” The Chadra-Fan twitched its oversized ears and blinked rapidly. “Oh, its you Kal. I’m sorry, quite sorry, I just thought—”

“Never mind what you thought. You’ve heard of the Moff hunt?”
“Of course, everyone has. I suppose you want to know if I’ve heard anything?”

“You know I do.”

“Well, just making sure. First off, if you hear rumors that he’s on Corellia, or Duros, or Nar Shadda, don’t believe any of them. He was born on Corellia, and was stationed there as an intelligence officer there, back before Yavin and Endor, and he likely had contacts there. But even if any of those contacts are still around, I highly doubt there are any who wouldn’t turn him into for the creds.”

“Duros is also a dead end, but for a different reason. While there are a number of orbiting platforms he could hide on, and live comfortably, the Duros are curious, and love to stick their nose less faces into other peoples business too much, even if he did bribe them. Someone would have him by now.

“Lastly, I’ve heard rumors that he’s hiding out on Nar Shadda—that’s a load of garbage. No Moff, how ever desperate, would chose to hide there, not if it was the last place is the galaxy left to him. He couldn’t stand it there.”

“Well, Chag, your intel gathering must be getting worse if this osik is all you’ve got for me. I’m paying you, ain’t I? And I’m not killing you. So what gives?”

“Kal, my friend, you’ve hurt me, deeply. Of course I have more for you, and I give it to you gladly, as your friend—your credits have nothing on our friendship.”

“No, but they do help, don’t they? So what have you got?”

“What I have, is a very strong lead. One of my more reliable sources told me in good faith that he was on Adumar.”

“Adumar? Are you serious? Why in space would he be on Adumar? Its in the middle of nowhere, and there’s nothing there! ”

“That’s why he’d be on Adumar. Because it’s the last place anyone would look. And there aren’t many, if an, bounty hunters that frequent it. Its possibly the best place he could ever hide.”

“If its so perfect, how did your “reliable source” find out about it?”

“He dabbles is most everything, including the collection and sale of rare and unusual weapons. As such, when he heard about blastswords, he went as fast as he could.”

“He went all the way to Adumar for blastswords?”

“Well, I suspect he was casing one of the missile storage facilities for a few friends of his.”

“Ah. Continue.”

“Well, he was in Yegadon, and he saw our Moff. Apparently, he only noticed him because he was dressed in the most ridiculous outfit my friend had had ever seen, full local attire, blastswords and all. And because he keeps his ear to the ground for big bounties, in case he can pass the info on for some money.”

“And why’d he give it to you? Why not sell it?”

“He owes me a favor, a big one. The kind of favor that would put a bounty on his head before too long. So he shared it with me, to even the score.”

“Well, sounds reasonable. Whats it going to cost me?”

“So quick to the little things, my friend. You think I only tell you for the money?”
“Yeah, pretty much.”

“Well, it is not so untrue. For anyone else, I’d ask a quarter. But for you….twenty percent.”

“Are you kidding me? Ten.”

“This is very valuable information, Kal, for a very valuable bounty. Twenty is my price.”

“Yeah, it is. But if I’m doing the work, then I get more. Fifteen.”

“Kal, you must be joking. Is this what I get for coming to you first with all of my best information? I tell you valuable things, and you undercut me.”

“Crag, remember what I told you about not killing you? That could change. So….fifteen, and your life.”

The Chadra-Fan managed to look hurt, angry, and upset all at the same time. “Fifteen it is.” He agreed sadly. “I will see that fifteen percent, won’t I Kal?”

Kal stared at the screen. “Of course you  will Chag. I’m a Mandalorian—My word is honorable. Just be sure yours is too.” He cut the transmission. I hate dealing with him. he thought, and wondered if Chag was thinking the same thing.

Well, this is my first attempt at a completely original fanfic. It uses my custom Mandalorian, Kal Goran. The reason for his name will become obvious in the story, maybe faster for you Mando'a buffs (which I'm not, I'm afraid I resorted to the dictionary). The name of the Story will also become plain with time.

Feedback is appreciated by everyone.



Prologue: The Warriors Beginning

Kal Goran was standing outside his family’s home, thinking. It was late, several hours after dinner. He wore only a tunic, for he had no need of armor on a peacetime Mandalore. Though that’s not entirely true, he thought. Mandalorians were never at peace.

He stared out at his surroundings. It was an old farmhouse, one that his grandfather had built himself years before. There was no farm now, but there was a barn for animals, which doubled as a private sparring ring.

A short distance away was another building, whose large chimney was belching dark smoke. Kal smiled to himself. His father must be forging again.

It was their family trade—had been, for as long as anyone could remember. Centuries ago, some ancestor had taken up the trade, and passed his knowledge from father to son—even daughter, occasionally. He had taken the name too—Goran was roughly translated as Smith in Basic.

It was a good trade—even when Mandalorians had been scattered far and wide, and could scarcely call themselves a culture anymore, people still wanted weapons and armor, even if it was purely ceremonial. Many of his ancestors had plied their trade in the service of rich aruetii who desired “authentics” for decoration in his mansion. Even a few minor Moffs had desired more exotic decorations for their luxurious palaces.

But in recent years, that had all changed. Mand’alor Fett had completed the task that Fenn Shysa had started—the reunification of Mandalorians and their society, and their return to the strength and glory not known since the days of Jaster Mereel and Jango Fett. Now, Mandalore was populated by several million, even after the Vong’ese had attacked and slaughtered a million Mando’ade. More were returning, and many needed weapons and armor, and the skill of the Goran family was still remembered by many.

Kal had spent many hours at the forge, crafting weapons and armor for various warriors. He was young, but had started far younger, having made his first blade at seven years old. He had crafted his beskad at fourteen and his current armor at sixteen. For the last two years, word of his skill had spread, and he had been commissioned for various pieces several times. But he had never been able to test his own skills as a warrior. He was eighteen years old. He knew it was time. Past time, really.


He started walking towards the forge. His father, Orar, was just pulling a midsized blade out of the bellows, hammering it into shape with one of his smaller hammers. It was already close to completion, and the hammer only had to fall once more,  and Orar plunged the blade into the waiting barrel of water. It hissed shrilly and let off steam, and Orar pulled it out, set it down, and looked up.

“Kal! I’m glad you’re here.” He held up the completed blade. “What do you think? Blades like this are getting more popular, lately.”

“It’s an excellent blade. Should serve its master very well.” Kal took a breath. “Buir, I need to talk to you.”

Orar nodded. “I know.”

Kal’s head jerked back slightly with surprise. “You do?”

“Yes. I’ve known this would be coming for some time. You’re a Mandalorian, and you’re a Goran—being a warrior is in your blood. And you’re of age—its time you proved yourself. That’s what you wanted to say, am I right?”

“Well…yeah. I can’t call myself a man until I’ve proved it to myself, and that means fighting, even if it’s just bounty hunter work. I’ve got my training and instincts, weapons and armor, all I really need is experience and a--”

“—ship. I knew you’d need that, and I’ve got that covered for you. I’m giving you my ship.”

“Tra’kad? But it’s yours….I couldn’t take it from you.”

“Kal, I’m an older man now—I won’t need it again. The rest of my life will be forging weapons and armor for others. I will fight if my Mandalore calls me, but if not, then I will stay here and do what I do best. I was always a better smith than a warrior. But you—you’re different. You are an exceptional smith, like all of our family. But you are also a born warrior, and that’s what separates you from me. That’s I’m giving you Tra’kad.” Orar took off his apron and hung it on a peg.

“But that’s not all I’m giving you. As you can imagine, I’ve made a lot of money from my trade—in your few years, you’ve made a few credits of your own. Some I’ve spent a few on upgrades for Tra’kad, but I still have most of it saved up, in various banks on Aargua and Mygeeto. I used some of it on a Bes’uliik.”

This time, Kal was rendered speechless. “Father…I can’t take it. That’s far too much.”

“No, its not. Its what you deserve. And you’ll probably need it. It’ll fit in Tra’kad, for when you need more maneuverability.”

“In that case—thank you. I’ll use it well, father.” He stepped forward, but Orar stopped him. “Not yet, son. There’s one last gift.”

Kal stopped, confused. What else could his father possibly have for him?

“Its nothing as flashy as the first two, so don’t be too expectant. He stepped over to his workstation, picking up a small blade. “I made this for you—a ge’kal. Its an armpit knife—you never know when it might come in handy.” He handed it to Kal. “

Kal couldn’t say anything for a moment. This was the best gift his father could have given him. He stepped forward and embraced his father.  “I’ll treasure it.”

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Kal. Maybe. Beyond that, I really don't know--I'd probably just pick a Mando name I liked.

Hey, glad you liked it! It was a lot of fun to write, too.

And very nice sig. Great quote.

Mandal_ShadowWarrior wrote:

Hmmm, I sense a disturbance in the force...Someone getting excited for ANOTHER mario game...

To be serious though, I am of a completely opposite opinion as you. All nintendo seems to do is churn out more and more mario games. While I am kinda excited for metroid, its nothing original. I dont think Nintendo has come out with somthing original in...well a pretty long time. Its kinda anoying.

I agree--there are literally no original titles on the Wii. All the games are now sequels to something. I've got nothing against sequels, and love them for series I like,  but a console needs original IPs, even if they're not exclusive.

Couldn't remember Rav's name....she's up there for sure--dual guant blades=win.

Here's Part One of Teroch Squad.

This one follows Fi's squad on Geonosis, in the first Hour of the war. I definitely think its an improvement over the last one, both in length (this first part is over twice as long as the last one) and in quality, but feedback of all sorts is appreciated.

Fi stood on the edge of the larty as it roared over the battlefield. He peered out, watching a AT-TE get torn apart by a trio of Hellfire tanks, then saw them shredded by the vengeful lasers of another gunship.

“Woah. This is nothing like the sims. The Kaminoans never had anything this size.”

Tal looked over at him. “They weren’t trying to wipe us out, either. Just "weed out the weak". These Seppie chakaare’s are. But from what I see, we’re pushing them back. Droids may not be surprised, but their wet officers can be, and its showing.”

Fi lifted his Deece, sniper attachment on. “Well, those poor white jobs need all the help they can get.” The larty slowed to 40 kilometers an hour to turn, and Fi blew away a Geonosian manning a sonic turret that was pinning down a squad of troopers.

He nodded appreciatively. “I tell you, that’s how it’s done. That wacko Sev from Vau’s batch may think he’s hot stuff, but he’s never shot next to me. I’d give him a run for his creds. If we had any.”

Kyram shook his head. “Vau’s men all give me the creeps. So….serious. They need to lighten up a bit. Say, Fi, when we get back to barracks, why don’t you and I find a few of their rooms and redecorate them a bit?”

Fi laughed. “Sounds good, vod.” He turned to Jaster. “Sarge, we got a mission yet?”

Jaster shook his head. “Nope. If you think the Seps are confused, our “Generals” are even worse. These Jedi have no idea how to fight a war.”

“Well, that gives us free reign, doesn’t it? We can just pick a spot, take out a group of droids?” Fi gestured towards the raging battle below. “I bet some of those troopers could use some help.”

Jaster thought for a moment, then nodded. “Sounds like a plan.” He switched his channel to the pilot’s. “Pilot! Take us down behind those trenches. We’re going to hit them from there.”

“Well, since you asked nicely…” The gunship’s nose dipped down, and it started losing altitude. Within moments, the larty was hovering a half-meter above Geonosis’s dusty soil, and Teroch squad was on the ground, real ground, for the first time in their short lives.

“And I just polished my boots, too.” Fi detached his sniper scope. “Guess I won’t be needing this any time soon.”

Jaster shoved him forward. “No, you won’t. Now get moving—every second we waste is a second those troopers are under fire.”

The squad moved towards the trenches at a run. Once they neared the entrance, they slowed, raising their rifles. Tal was first in. “All quiet. I was expecting a welcome party.”

“Guess the clankers are too busy with those white jobs to notice a drop-off in their back yard.” Kyram shrugged. “Their mistake.”

They reached a fork, where the trenches split into two separate paths. “Fi, Tal, you take right. Kyram and I will take left. Go.” Jaster raised his Deece and headed deeper into the trenches, followed by Kyram.

Fi looked at Tal, shrugged, a motion made extra noticeable by their armor, and followed suit.

It wasn’t until they got fairly deep into the trenches that they encountered any resistance. A pair of droids swung out from behind two walls, and another pair straightened from behind a crate. They immediately opened fire. 

“Osik!” Kyram pulled out a grenade while Fi toggled his com, flinching involuntarily at an especially close laser round. “Sarge, we’re taking fire from some droids.” He looked towards Tal, who was holding an EMP grenade. Fi shook his head—the blast might effect them, too, at this range.

“Fi, we’re under fire too. Looks like they figured out we were here, and decided to ambush us. You’re on your own, vod. Sorry.”

“Sure thing, Jaster. We were getting bored of this party anyways.” Tal was now holding a thermal det, and Fi gave him a thumbs up. Tal tossed it around the corner blindly, not that it would matter. Crates wouldn’t do anything to protect from a thermal det.

It exploded, and a head bounced off the wall and landed at Fi’s feet. He stared at it, then scooped it up and tossed it to Tal. “You first kill, brother.”

“Doesn’t count unless it was breathing before I got to it. This is just scrap to scrap.”

“Point taken. Lets move.” A few turns and 20 odd yards away, they ran into another ambush, this one timed less accurately—Fi ran a droid down before he even realized it was there, then fried another before it got a shot off, and it fell onto its back, blindly sending a bolt into the air.

Tal looked at Fi, then moved forward, slowly peaking his head around the corner. He pulled back quickly, barely avoiding a blaster round nearly as big as his head.

“Supers. Two of them. Regular clankers behind them.”

“Did you get a count?”

“I was trying to avoid getting my shabla head blown off, if you didn’t notice.” He rapidly assembled the anti-armor attachment. “On three.” Fi nodded.

On two he stuck his rifle around the corner, spraying wildly and hoping that return fire didn’t trash his Deece.  He pulled it back, and Tal popped out, firing the anti-armor round and pulling back as the nearest SBD had its legs blown off.

Fi rapidly pulled out an endoscope, patching the feed to Tals HUD. He nearly dropped the ‘scope in surprise.

Tal swore. “Bloody…is that thing still moving?”

“I think so. It lost its friggin’ legs, and its still up.” He stood, leaning around the corner, exposing just enough of himself to fire in controlled bursts. He pulled back, and Tal took his place, dropping the super for good this time, and ducking as the second returned fire.

Fi tapped Tal’s shoulder. “Toss another det, and cover me. I’m taking him down.”

“Are you out of your mind? For real this time?”

“Maybe. Just throw the det, will you?” Tal shook his head, but pulled the det out anyways. He moved in from of Fi, then sidearmed the grenade off of the wall, waited for the explosion, then stepped out into the trench and opened fire.

Fi sprinted past him, straight for the super. It had been thrown against the wall, and was struggling to retain its footing and return fire. Behind it were five battle droids, four firing at Tal, another smoking, and as Fi watched, a second joined it. One of the remaining droids started to shift its fire to Fi, who unloaded rounds towards it from his hip. It lost an arm and a leg, but unlike the super, didn’t get up.

Fi was now within arms reach of the SBD, who took advantage of this, and swung a massive arm at him. Fi ducked, dropped his Deece, and, ejecting his gauntlet vibroblade, plunged it into the vulnerable underarm area of the super, severing wires and cables. The arm went limp, and Fi rammed the blade into the crack where its sunken head met its chest, prying it open. He drew his sidearm and shoved it in the opening, firing into its interior as fast as he could. It suddenly fell, nearly taking Fi down with it, and began to twitch. Fi quickly blew the head off of the last remaining droid, then picked up his Deece and unloaded the rest of the clip into the twitching super. It stopped, and only then did Fi realize his hands were shaking.

Tal walked up behind him and smacked his backplate. “You are one gutsy di’kut, brother.  I don’t know if I want to hug you or shoot you. Nice job though. Bet that’ll be all over the the Implacable by the time we get back.”

Jaster came around the corner ahead of them. “What’d you do now, Fi?”

Tal shook his head. “He took on a shabla super with his blade and sidearm. Won too.”

Jaster just stared at him. Kyram burst out laughing. “Fi, brother, that is the dumbest thing you’ve possibly ever done. I’ll remember that for the rest of my friggin’ life.” He laughed again.

Fi shoved past them. “Alright, lets get going—the bunkers are just ahead, and they’re still firing on those troopers.”

Jaster nodded, “Agreed, lets move out. Tal, you’re upfront with me, Kyram, Fi, you watch our backs in case the clankers decide to ambush us again.” The squad fell in. Fi raised his rifle and externally was focused on the mission, but internally was berating himself for taking such a risk. If he’d been killed, his brothers would have been a man down—they might have all gotten killed. Maybe they’d need a medic, and he, their best one, wouldn’t be around. Or even if they’d just needed another rifle—

Kyram accidently bumped into him. “Sorry, Fi. My bad.”

“Its fine.” He shook his head—he had to focus. Jaster held up his arm. “Here’s the entrance to the bunker. Kyram, you place the charge, Tal, Fi, take the left side of the door, toss an EMP in. I’ll take right.”

The squad quickly fell about their tasks. Seconds later, the door was open and Fi lobbed the EMP in, quickly pulling back behind the doorframe. It went off, and he and Jaster led the squad in, firing on the twitching droids they saw, then securing the corners of the room.

“Clear left.”

“Clear right.”

“All clear.” Kyram crushed the head of a fallen droid. “Too easy." He looked down at the troopers further down the hill, taking cover behind the wreckage several gutted tanks. They slowly emerged, wondering at the lack of incoming fire.

Tal waved, and they rushed forward, instinctively taking cover, securing ground for their fellow troopers, who moved up further and repeated the process.

When they reached the top, a slightly out of breath trooper in the green livery of a sergeant nodded at the squad. “Thanks for that one, we owe you. Those blasted clankers had us completely pinned down. We were preparing a charge, but it would have gotten a lot of us killed.”

Jaster nodded. “Glad we could help, Sergeant. What was your objective?”

The Sergeant just shook his head. “Are you kidding me? Objective? We just got dropped off and told to take this hill. Its not remotely strategic—the droids could have been largely taken out with a few strafing runs by the very gunships we got dropped off by. Heck, we could have taken it better from the rear, but that’s not what our Generals wanted. Too many bloody holodramas, with courageous charges up enemy occupied hills.”

Jaster nodded again. “We weren’t even given orders. We just decided to come down and help.”

“Well, I’m glad you did. What do we do next?”

“We call for extraction, and if we don’t get orders, we’ll do it again, help where we can. If you want to do the same, be my guest.”

“Sounds like a better plan than I’ve seen since we shipped out.”

“Good.” Jaster turned away, and opened a channel to their larty. “Hey, pilot!”

“Yeah, what is it? I’m kinda busy here….”

“We need extraction, soon as you can. Grab some pals, we got around twenty troopers waiting too.”

“Aww, you’re making friends? How cute…”

“Just get us off the ground, will you?”

“Hold your aiwas. Wait one….alright, I’m clear. That friggin’ fighter was on my back for over a minute straight. Alright, on our way to pick your shiny backsides up. Be there in sixty.”

Just over a minute later, three gunships touched down outside the bunker. “Your late. That was sixty-five.” The squad jumped into the hovering gunship, and it took off, followed by the others.

“Yeah, well, we swung back buy Kamino to pick up your blanket and some tissues. For such big boys, you whine an awful lot.”

Fi cut in. “Only when we got something to whine about. No orders and bad drivers tend to make us cranky.”

“Oh, so I’m a bad driver now, huh? Lets see how bad I am when I accidently tip you out the side when I’m evading missile fire, why don’t we, shiny boy.”

“Aw, you talk tough, but outside your glorified hoverbus, you’d be crying like a baby nerf without his mummy. Just be glad you do have us shiny boys, or you’d actually have to kill things with blasters and vibroblades, up close and personal, not with fancy cannons from a couple hundred meters away.”

“You make it sound so easy. You Arsee’s just have to point and shoot, and not hang your ugly gobs out in the open for too long. You’ve never had to pilot a gunship at over 600 with half a squadron of fighters behind you, dodging lasers and rockets, as well as firing back at the same time.”

Fi just laughed. “And you make our job sound like a joke. Ever tried to set a detonator with lasers hitting inches from you, while your hands are shaking because you’ve only gotten four hours of sleep in the last two days, had one square meal in over 24 hours, and haven’t taken a leak on over 8, and your body is pumping adrenaline?  Ever tried that?”

Tal butted in. “That’s enough you two. You’re bickering like a pair of Jawas. So cut it out, you’re giving me a shabla headache.”

Fi fell silent, but that didn’t stop him from glaring at the pilot’s cabin. Jaster let his head bang back onto the bulkhead. This is going to be a long flight.





Thats it for now, I've got more I plan on doing, but not entirely sure where I'm going to take it. So enjoy this, and I'll post more as soon as possible.

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(31 replies, posted in Serious Geeking)

Mara Jade, Etain Tur-Mukan, uh....Jaina's pretty decent, as a character. Besany Wennan, Parja, basically anyone tied to the Skiratas. Can't think of too many others. And yeah, Aayla's pretty good.