(oooh, I wanna play too!)
-Armor: matte black, Phase 3 Katarn armor, dented and singed, with green and gold markings on helmet and armor plates.
-Class: Republic Commando, Demolitions specialist
-Squad: Zeta Squad
-Weapons: Heavy Repeating Blaster, DC-17m, thermal dets, flash bangs, various Demo kit.
-Description: Like all his Commando brothers, but he boasts a pair of cybernetic hands, replaced at the behest of his training seargent, Rav Bralor (female Mandalorian from SW Republic Commando: True Colors), after a demo accident that happened while training on Kamino.
-History: Zeta Squad has been tasked with hitting the vault in the deepest levels, to recover target classified H-Zero: A holocron, to be delivered directly to the hands of Commander Appo himself.
"Fierfek, Warchylde. What's taking you so long to blow that door? Incoming reports give sitrep that it's getting real noisy up there," says Zeta Squad's Seargent, RC-2150, known as DogBite to his squadmates.
"Listen, DogBite, you want this done now, or you want it done right?" Warchylde quips as he carefully applies the det strips with his unfleshed, prosthetic hands.
"Watch yourself, Private..." Sarge warns.
"Yessir," Warchylde mumbles.
"What's that, soldier?" Dogbite's posture says he's all business right now. Warchylde knows that means he's nervous about the current situation.
"I said you da man, vod'ika" Warchylde quips, as he applies the last of the explosive tape. Then he steps back to admire his work, "Udesii, DogBite. Run of the mill op. Smash the door, grab the goods, report to the Commander, then back at the bunker in time for caf and cakes, no?"
"I dunno, Warchylde," pipes in Zeta's third member, RC-8019 aka Boy, "Doesn't look like a routine if we're fighting Jedi on their home turf. I thought we were on the same side. Besides, Smash n grab ops make us look like a bunch of chakaare."
"Chakaare or not, Boy- we got orders. Ready when you are, Sarge." Warchylde steps back as DogBite and Boy follow suit.
"Nek, what's our sitrep up at the junction?" DogBite asks Zeta's fourth squadmate, RC- 1340, Nek.
"Getting a lot louder, DogBite. Looks like trouble's comin'...real soon." Nek sounds a bit more nervous then all of them put together.
"You sure you got enough det to blow that thing, Warchylde?" Boy asks.
"You know what we always say, Boy..." Warchylde says, holding up his detenator trigger, finger hovering in an obviously exagerrated twitch, "...P for Plenty."
"Less talk, more Ka-boom, you crazy sheb," says DogBite.
Warchylde shrugs, "Fire in the hole, vod'ike..."
Their HUDs all flare a bright white before the compensators kick in. Stars shoot off under their eyelids and Coruscant itself seems to heave in agony, as the vault door is ripped from it's seams.
"Osik, Warchylde, you sure that was enough?" Boy asks sarcastically.
Warchylde smiles, satisfied by the gaping, smoking hole where a vault door used to be, "Enough isn't in my vocabulary, Boy."
"You guys should hurry with that Holocron. I hear the hum of lightsabers. I think we're in for a fight..." Nek says.
(Feel free to kill off Warchylde's squadmates if you really must, but keep in mind that his Heavy Repeating Blaster is on hand, and I'd like to keep it intact. BTW: Lemme know what you think, guys...Thanx...)
"Kom'rk tsad droten troch nyn ures adenn, Dha Werda Verda a'den tratu."