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Posted: Fri Apr 14, 2006 6:46 pm
(Yo people. Current update please before I hop in.)
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Posted: Fri Apr 14, 2006 7:16 pm
((battle of Kamino. CIS infiltrated the underwater landing pads. Covert B-1s at random places. And I'm screaming like a madman, running away from battle. There. Sumed up.))
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Posted: Sat Apr 15, 2006 8:43 am
Sight sets up his rifle on the railing of the main platfroms building rooftop and looks through its scope and looks about the batle field. This was the way he viewed things on the battle field, whatever that he was told was and enemy and when that came in into scope was what he shot. He activted his HCG which also covered his rifle and begun shooting down supers and droidcias. His comm in his helmet told him that they had infiltrated the underwater landing pads, he then heard one solider over his comm screaming as if bloody murder and Sight shook his head and said"Idiot.."Then took the blaster arm off a super with two well placed shots, then a third to its head.
(Right now his suit is white without the green camo on it. So he looks like a scout trooper.)
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Posted: Sat Apr 15, 2006 9:47 am
((Thats Idiot, troopy.)) The Turbolift doors opened, revealing a squad of six B1's and a pair of B2's covering the paddock. Beore they could react, Copy had blasted the heads off three B1's. The ARC rolled behind a pair of barrels as the droids opened up on him. A disc like grenade was flicked over the top of the barrels and it magnetized to the nearest droid's armor. The baffled droid looked down just intome to see it's chest explode. The Grenade took out the remaining B1's and damaged a B2, but nothing it couldn't shake off. The B2's looked to one another and then moved to take up flanking positions on either side of the barrel. Suddenly Copy lept overtop of the barrels, pistols drawn. He rolled past the two B2's and spun, blasting blue bolts through their armored heads. The Droids collapsed and Copy quickly swapped his pistols for his DC-17a. He snagged the rest of his gear from behind the barrel and began hunting for whatever vehicle the Seps had used to get in here.
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Posted: Sat Apr 15, 2006 11:38 am
(Sorry,didn't notice my mistake.)
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Posted: Sat Apr 15, 2006 7:22 pm
" Hurry up you piece of junk! " Iota angrily said, looking at the recharger. After a few more moments of what seemed like eternity to her, her rigged up super blaster came back to life. " About sithing time... " Once again switching places with the trooper, she aimed towards the seemingly endless swarm of droids and fired. About 20 more went down, and the crude super blaster ran out of power again. She switched places again and the trooper was back to supression fire as the hacker waited once again for the recharger to bring her new toy back to life.
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Darkened Angel Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Apr 18, 2006 2:40 pm
A Kaminoan tech looked nervously about the sub paddock as she stood beside the Sepratist Troop Submersible. Beside her stood an Olive skinned Trandoshan armed with an ACP repeater who flicked a reptillian gaze up to the Kaminoan. "Stop being so fidgety. The Operation is moving just as planned." "But what if we're found out?!" The technician whinned. "The Jedi would tear me appart!" "Listen, we got Six B2's stationed around the paddock in addition to the Covert Ops B1's and the attack squads we sent topside. And with the invasion going on, no one's paying any attention to the lower levels. The droids sneak into the cloning tanks through the back door, plant charges, and boom. No more Grand Army. Its so simple a Gamorrean could have planned it. The Kaminoan still remained aprehensive. "But if it fails, I will be branded a traitor!" "So? Too late to change that. Besides, there isn't a single one of those clones that could take down the new CO-B1's. The mission's foolproof." A voice filtered through a helmit speaker joined the convorsation with a single word. "Traitor." The two spun on the voice and were suprised to see Copy, armed with a loaded Plex, staring down at them from an overhead catwalk. The Arc fired the missle at the submarine. With a boom the sub exploded in a fireball as shrapnel and sparks sprayed across the dock. Within the complex, the remaining battle droids launched from the Sub stopped and self destructed.
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Posted: Tue Apr 18, 2006 10:57 pm
The explosion threw the conspirators to the ground and drew the attention of the sentry B2's who convereged on the sinking sub and began raining blaster fire upon Copy's position. The Trooper hit the deck and drew his rifle. He suddenly snapped up and fired a suppression burst, dropping a pair of droids and forcing the rest to take cover. The ARC drew his rappelling line and wrapped it around a rail of the catwalk. Securing it, the trooper then dropped from the catwalk, the Cable supporting his weight and lowering him at a steady rate. Gripping the cable in one hand and one of his pistols in the other, Copy blasted at the droids, keeping them from sticking their heads up long enough to take advantage of his vulnerable position. The trooper dropped to the grounds and disengaged his line. Swapping his pistol for his rifle he rolled behind a crate and chucked a smoke grenade at his foes. As the green gas spread through the combat zone, Copy activated his thermal sight and lowered his rangefinder. He rolled around the crate and locked on to four artificial thermal signatures. Adjusting the power of his rifle he fired four shots. The four B2's dropped to the ground in smoking piles. There was a sudden roar of fire. Copy stumbled and fell as the Dosh popped up from his prone position, ACP repeater in hand. Copy clutched his side as the Dosh stood and walked over to him, a grin on his reptilian face. "You got some nifty moves clone. But you're no soldier. Just a copy of one. And theres nothing like the origional. But enough witty banter. Time to send you on the last jump." The Dosh kicked the prone ARC over with a grin and primed his rifle. He flicked a glance to where he shot the trooper and frowned, seeing no blood at all. Just some dents in the armor. Copy flexed his wrist. A tazer chord shot out of his bracer and attached itself to the lizard's chest. A massive jolt of energy blazed across the lizards central nervous system and knocked the creature down. Copy lept to his feet and drew his pistol, sending a bolt into the stunned reptile's brains. "Witty banter would have to be clever. And clever you weren't. The ACP cant pierce armor." Copy twirled his pistol expertly and holstered it. "If you had been a soldier you would have known that. Even as a Copy I'm more soldier than you were. But enough chatting with the deceased. Time to address one final matter." The ARC trooper turned slowly to gaze at the Kaminoan Technician, his helmed visage frightening to behold. The Kaminoan scrambled to her feet and tried to run. Copy let her get aways down the hall before he drew his pistol and shot one of her legs off. The Kaminoan screamed in pain and fell as the ARC stalked towards her. "You would have killed millions for a pocketful of credits." Copy said in an Icy tone. "But then again, morality was never your kind's greatest focus. You and yours killed off countless batches of Clones because they did not meet your expectations. They weren't Perfect. So they died. We were not people to you. We were products." He stood before the kaminoan, pistol in hand, backlit by the green smoke and the poor lighting in the sub paddock. "I never liked you Toothpicks. If my Vode were not at risk, I would gladly let the Sepratists destroy this sithhole of a world that spawned you and yours." He leveled the pistol at the Kaminoan's head and blew it away. "May such be the fate of all traitors." The ARC turned on his heel and holstered his pistol as he walked for the elevator. He picked up his rifle and reloaded it. Reaching the turbolift, he pressed a hand to his helmit and sent a signal to his troops. "Hostiles neutralized. returning to surface levels. Whats the situation up there?"
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Darkened Angel Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Apr 18, 2006 11:23 pm
" Iota here. " Iota said in response to the squad-wide comm. " Waves of CIS droids still out in our front yard. We're still holding the line on this end. " she then notice her recharger signal full power again, and did her routine again, this time taking out 18 droids. She waited for someone else to report in too, curious as to how things were elsewhere.
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Posted: Wed Apr 19, 2006 7:11 am
"Copy.I have sight of you Iota, this is SAU001. I'm up on the roof. You have my support in the front.Over"With that two droids head exploded infront of her, one after the other. Sight had been working at this for a while and his rifles cell was dry, he took on from his belt and poped it into his DC-17, then took out another droid.
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Posted: Wed Apr 19, 2006 1:49 pm
Copy ignored the trooper that had butted in on his squad's frequency. "Affirmative Fett-Girl. I'm coming up Turbolift C. I'll stop by the Quartermaster station on my way up. Need anything? Beer, smokes, WMD's?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 19, 2006 1:56 pm
"Some more human body shields would be nice," Theta replied, "We're running a bit low here. Oh, and if you find any convienently placed armored boxes I can hide in, I'd greatly appreciate it."
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Posted: Wed Apr 19, 2006 4:45 pm
The stim pack cut in and Sigma awoke, alert as ever, about five minutes later. Quickly jumping back onto his feet, he marched his way out to find the Band. He opened a channel to Copy, "Hey boss, orders?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 19, 2006 6:26 pm
"Theta, do yourself a favor and attempt some heroics." He flicked back to Sigma's comunication and responded. "Support the rest of the Army and defend Tipoca city. Don't let the Seps take the clonning facilities."
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Posted: Wed Apr 19, 2006 6:29 pm
Zeta took a break to wipe perspiration from his forehead and check his chrono. Time had passed much more quickly than he had realized, and now wounded clones were piled out in the hallway. Most of the Kaminoans had left, leaving the grunt work to the clone medics. He commed Sigma. "Sigma, I got an auto-stim reading from your sensors. You sustain any damage?"
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