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 Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 8:44 am
Entropy
Fifteen years have passed since the End of the Clone Wars. From his throne on Coruscant, Emperor Palpantine sends his legions out to bring Order to the Galaxy. Fleets of Imperial battleships patrol the once lawless regions of Space, and the Stormtrooper Corp enforce Palpantine's mandate with an iron fist
But all is not going as well as the Emperor wishes. Unsatisfied with what he already controls, Palpantine has ordered his forces to encompass the entire Galaxy. Even now Imperial Naval battlegroups and the grey clad ranks of the Imperial Army invade frontier world after frontier world and bringing their master's tyranny to unsuspecting fringers.
On the distant world of Seya-Qu II, the Imperial Armed Forces have begun their ruthless and efficient invasion of the planet, unwittingly setting off a chain of events that will lead ultimately to the downfall of Palpantine himself. For it is one thing to invade a planet, but it is something else altogether to control it...
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 9:20 am
Entropy
Chapter Index Chapter 1: Imperial Storm (This page) Chapter 2: Aftermath (Link)Chapter 3: To Defy an Empire (Link)Chapter 4: Hutfall (Link)
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 9:25 am
Vital RP Information:1. This will take place in 5 BBY on a backwater Outer Rim planet. And when I say back water, I mean its the equivalent of nowheresville. 2. Standard Guild RP profile will be used. Failure to do so will result in instant denial of application.3. No Force users without good reason. (My Call.) 4. OoC Knowledge will not be allowed. This applies more to Imps than Rebs but will be strictly enforced for all involved parties. 5. PM all profiles to me. My RP, my rules. That and Stellar's box never seems to work. (It does work now, but I want to see Imp characters first. Then I will pass them to Stellar for further analysis and he will assign you a position in the regiment. Welcome to Imperial Bureaucracy, trooper.)6. No Anime characters. This doesnt mean Pics, this means super able teenagers. You can still use anime Pics for your characters, but keep it reasonable. (IE no little girl images when you say your 20 something, or catgirls and the like.) 7. Given the backwater nature of the planet, unless you provide adequete reasoning behind your weapon and armor selection, such equipment will be limited. (I.E. Imperial troopers will not own any of their own equipment but will be issued Standard Imperial gear, sidearms being the exeption. If your character requires specialized gear it will be issued to you. Civilians wont have military equipment, including but not limited to proton weapons, combat blasters, personal body armor or Military grade explosives)8. Alien and Droid characters must be appropriate for the setting. This also translates to Nomadic warrior cultures. 9. Follow the orders of your superiors. Stellar Magic and I are the Mods of the RP as well as the Faction leaders for a reason. In addition, follow the rules of the Mods. 10. No Arguements or Out of Character conversations in the RP. Take them here: http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=9073005&page=1 11. The Role play will be episodic, consisting of Chapters. In each chapter both forces are assigned objectives, the completion of which will enable the start of the next chapter. The First Chapter will encompass the Imperial Invasion and occupation. This part will be primarily free form as there is no active Rebel Faction until Chapter 3. Use this time to develop your characters and goals. 12. Freelance Characters will be strictly moderated. You Can not simply land upon the planet armed to the teeth with top of the line guns, gear and ammo and put yourself up for hire. The Imperials would shoot you on sight. The Imperials will be allowed to auto hit on this occasion should procedures be ignored. 13. As a matter of fact, most disciplinary actions will involve autohits on your character by the opposing faction, including but not limited to capture and/or torture and execution should it come to that. You will be warned prior to this, the number of which depending upon the faction leader's mood at day of infraction. Should the situation fail to be rectified, aforementioned disciplinary actions will be taken. 14. There will be a test on this later. 15. All action will take place on one planet. Therefore, ships will be denied to most people claiming to have them. Smugglers will be the exception, and only once they pass a test to acertain they are knowledgeble in the art of smuggling. Said smugglers will have to regularly run the risk of the orbiting Space station and its starfighters. 16. This RP will be Moderated and will be unlike anything most of you are used to. It will be a stricter, more tightly controlled RP. While it may drive you guys up the wall at points, understand that it is done to keep people on track, as opposed to what happened in prior RPs where people would pop in be random, and leave a mess.17. We're serious about this test. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Here's the planet. Until further notice, all RP events will take place on or around this planet. That means theres no planet hopping. Your stuck here. Deal with it.   -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Imperial Information:For Reference, here's the list of positions for Imperials of the Seya Que Garrison: Quote: The Imperial 509th Regiment:Headquarters FormationLocation: New Karna Officers and Personnel:Commanding Officer: Colonel Saburo Akaga (Stellar Magic)Executive Officer: Lieutenant Colonel Jasmir Adder (NPC)Political Officer: Political Observer Styr Nord (NPC) *CompForce Operations Officer: Captain Mavied Riktofen (NPC)Supply Officer: Lieutenant Bek Kimber (NPC)Intelligence Officer: Lieutenant ??Unnamed?? Communications Officer: Lieutenant Marc Strykar (NPC)40 Personnel Equipment:2 QH-7 Chariot LAV Imperial 509th Regimental Recon Troop:Formation Class: Recon Company Location: Port Loka Officers and Personnel:Commanding Officer: Captain ??? Hildegard (NPC)Executive Officer: Lieutenant Benton Ford (ElladanKenet)150 Personnel Equipment:16 74-Z Speeder Bikes 7 AT-AR Walkers 4 HT-74 Military Hovertrucks 1 AT-ST/a NSMASC team for the 759th Ground Attack Squadron:*Currently attached to 509th’s Regimental Recon Troop Officers and Personnel:Commanding Officer: Lieutenant Jr. Grade Kara Aryss (Sayla-girl)3 Personnel Equipment:1 QH-7 Chariot LAV 1st Battalion Imperial 509th Regiment:Formation Class: Repulsorlift Battalion Location: Seya City Officers and Personnel:Commanding Officer: Major Mason Tyrr (Capn Deep Blusi)Executive Officer: Captain ??Unnamed?? 450 Personnel Equipment:27 HT-74 Military Hovertrucks 5 Cargo GravTrucks 4 AT-RT Walkers 2 AT-PT Walkers 1 QH-7 Chariot LAV 2nd Battalion Imperial 509th Regiment:Formation Class: Repulsorlift Battalion Location: Dolimas Officers and Personnel:Commanding Officer: Major ??Unnamed?? Executive Officer: Captain ??Unnamed?? 450 Personnel Equipment:27 HT-74 Military Hovertrucks 5 Cargo GravTrucks 4 AT-RT Walkers 2 AT-PT Walkers 1 QH-7 Chariot LAV 3rd Battalion Imperial 509th Regiment:Formation Class: Repulsorlift Battalion Location: Quon City and 1 company en-route to Port Loka Officers and Personnel:Commanding Officer: Major ??Unnamed?? Executive Officer: Captain ??Unnamed?? 450 Personnel Equipment:27 HT-74 Military Hovertrucks 5 Cargo GravTrucks 4 AT-RT Walkers 2 AT-PT Walkers 1 QH-7 Chariot LAV 4th Battalion Imperial 509th Regiment:Formation Class: Tank Battalion Location: New Karna Officers and Personnel:Commanding Officer: Major ??Unnamed?? Executive Officer: Captain Torage Kaeson ( Manphish) 100 Personnel Equipment:40 1-L Imperial-class Repulsortanks Imperial 509th Regimental Anti-Armor Company:Formation Class: Anti-Armor Company Location: New Karna Officers and Personnel:Commanding Officer: Captain Marc Verlon (NPC) Executive Officer: Lieutenant ??Unnamed?? 100 Personnel Equipment:9 AT-ST Walkers Imperial 509th Regimental Field Artillery Battery:Formation Class: Field Artillery Battery Location: New Karna Officers and Personnel:Commanding Officer: Captain ??Unnamed?? Executive Officer: Lieutenant ??Unnamed?? 100 Personnel Equipment:6 SP.9 Self Propelled Guns Imperial 509th Regimental AA Artillery Battery:Formation Class: AA Artillery Battery Location: New Karna Officers and Personnel:Commanding Officer: Captain ??Unnamed?? Executive Officer: Lieutenant ??Unnamed?? 100 Personnel Equipment:4 AT-AA Walkers Imperial 509th Regimental Trail:Formation Class: Regimental Support Equipment Location: New Karna Officers and Personnel:Commanding Officer: Captain ??Unnamed?? Executive Officer: Lieutenant ??Unnamed?? 60 Personnel Equipment:40 Cargo GravTrucks The Imperial 252nd Fleet Regiment:3rd Battalion Imperial 252nd Fleet Regiment:Formation Class: Spaceport Security Battalion Location: New Karna and Twin Watch Station Officers and Personnel:Commanding Officer: Lt. Commander ??Unnamed?? Executive Officer: Lieutenant ??Unnamed?? 450 Personnel Equipment:32 Cargo GravTrucks 4 QH-7 Chariot LAV The Imperial 759th Ground Attack Squadron:Formation Class: Starfighter Squadron Location: Twin Watch Station Officers and Personnel:Commanding Officer: Major ??Unnamed?? Executive Officer: Captain ??Unnamed?? 120 Personnel Equipment:12 ARC-170s 4 Lambda Shuttles The Seya-Qu II COMPFORCE Office:Formation Class: Paramilitary Formation Location: New Karna with agents in every major city. Officers and Personnel:Commanding Officer: Major Styr Nord (NPC) *CompForce Executive Officer: Captain ??Unnamed?? 40 Personnel (30 Assault, 10 Observor) Equipment:3 Confiscated Hover-trucks *The current Imperial Commander will be played by Stellar Magic, as well as revelant NPC's as he sees fit. If you want to play an Imp, you have to send him a profile and he has to approove it. *No you cant be some kind of StormTrooper or Sith. Bitching and argueing will only be ignored. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Rebel Information:*As of now, I will play the founder of the Seya-Qu resistance and its leader as well as revelant NPC's as situation requires. *We don't have X-wings, snowspeeders, Corellian Corvettes, or anything remotely capable of flight. Nor do we have any repulsorcraft capable of reliably being pressed into military service. So if you wanted to play a pilot, you're s**t out of luck. *We don't have ammo, food, or decent uniforms. We dont even have real blasters- at best we can scrounge up some sporting blasters or perhaps a slug thrower. In essence, we will have to fight a war with nothing. If you want to play a rebel, you will be expected to be armed as such. *I don't care how much you b***h: Unless you give me evidence to the contrary, you will not be perfect shots with your weapons and you will not be slicing masters. Nor will you know everything about the Imperial movements, nor will you be force sensitive. *The Imps are the Law. You have no rights that they can not take away. You so much as look at them funny and they will shoot you. And they know how to shoot. *Theres a difference between good RPing and bad RPing. If you act stupid, I will not stop the Imps from getting a free auto hit on you. Infact I'll encourage it. And if they don't take me up on that offer, I'll shoot you myself. You b***h, you're banned from the RP. *Legal age to own energy weapons and drink is 18. If you're caught with a blaster or a beer and you're not 18, you're screwed. *As of chapter 3 you are not required to be a local civilian. Anarchists and anti Imperialists from across the galaxy might have heard of the events of Seya Que and might have snuck planetside to have a shot at snubbing the Imps. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 9:28 am
Standard RP Profile:Gaia Name: Name: Age: Gender: Race: Main weapon: Side weapons: Affiliation: Personal equipment: Short History: Description: ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Current Rebels-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Gaia Name: Cale Darksun
Name: Charr "Grafftie" Nbarr, AKA "Greenie", "Rodie", or "Sep" (All local nicknames)
Age: 52
Gender: Male
Race: Rodian
Main weapon: Custom modified (standard blaster discharge, scope, noise supression device, enlarged trigger guard) DC-15 Long Blaster Rifle. (Alt) Nbarr Custom Hunter Slugthrower rifle.
Side weapons: N'Gant-Zarvel 9118, Mer-sonn Model 434 (Alt) Nbarr Custom Cracker Slugthrower pistol, Commando Knife, Sleeve Gun
Affiliation: Seya-que Resistance
Personal equipment: Personalized Stalker Armor, F-260 Speeder Truck, survival gear.
Short History: Charr Nbarr is a Rodian hunter and tracker, once a proffesional mercenary during the height of the Clone Wars. Born to a lower ranked clan, the young Charr worked his snout off to climb the ranks of notable Rodian hunters, becoming skilled in the arts of camoflage, tracking and shooting.
He eventually gained the honor of being the first of his clan to be legally granted the privlege to leave the planet, an honor offered only to the best hunters, warriors, and artists of Rodia.
He joined a mercenary band for five years, learning the tricks of the trade before going solo as a proffesional blaster for hire.
When the Clone Wars broke out, Charr quickly offered his gun to the Separatists, recognizing who had the advantage in the war as well as who had the bigger wallet. The Hunter worked his way around the rim, hopping from battlefield to battlefield and aquainting himself with the varried forms of Clonetrooper through the sights of his blaster. He was impressed with what he saw and admired the tenacity of the Clonetrooper, if not the skill, and even took a DC-15 as his personal weapon. It was this rifle that he used in 20 BBY to make the miracle shot he is known for on his homeworld: a two klick head shot through the driving rain straight through the temple of Jedi General Tans Harna. For that documented shot (Recorded by several Separatist droids, and a handful of Holonet Correspondants who were on the Republic's side during the battle) he won the Award for the Best Shot on his homeworld during the Grand Protector's Hunters' Guild Annual Ataing Presentation. Naturally, such a performance pleased the Sep high command and he was Compensated royaly to continue his efforts.
While serving on Felucia in 19BBY he happened to witness first hand the begining of the Jedi Purge when, as he was sighting in on Clone Commander Bly, he personally witnessed Aayla Secura's Execution at her own men's hands. Confused, he held his fire and withdrew to report his findings. Not too much later he and the rest of the Mercs and Organic Separatist soldiers found their droids disabled and the Clones closing in.
Realizing that the Separatists were done for, He and a group of other Mercs slipped off planet and disperesd across the Rim to avoid Imperial retribution for working with the Separatists.
With the money he made from his merc work, Charr retired to Seya-qu and started Nbarr's Game Debot, now a decent sized Sporting goods shop in New Karna that caters to hunters and fishers.
He now lives a (Comparatively) easy life offerng hunting equipment and his own considerable experience to local sportsmen. His knowledge of planet wildlife and the quality of his merchandise makes him many a repeat customer, and he even circulates a quarterly cataolgue of his wares and interested sentinents from as far away as Dolimas have been known to place an order in his rag.
Ocasionally he takes off from the shop, loads up his old Speeder truck and goes on hunting excursion into the outback, fullfilling his species almost instinctual need to hunt. While this does loose him some buisness to other competetors, he doesnt seem to care, trusting that his regulars and his nest egg will keep him afloat.
Being the mos wel known Rodian on planet, indeed perhaps the only Rodian on planet, he has garnered a number of nicknames that some would consider Specieal slurrs ((Greenie)). Charr takes the nicknames in good humor as he knows the people who use them. Ignorant off worlders however dont get that same understanding treatment, and often get a leg blasted off for their folley. He is also referred to by the name "Sep", a handle that he has taken some pride to.
Description:
Stands about 1.6 meters tall with a slim build. Green skin, black eyes, Has a large bite scar on his stomach where a ghest grabbed him before he brought it down with his Model 434. Favors hunting fatigues as casual wear.
 Gaia Name: elvisnake
Name: Lenler "Lenny" Fafrin.
Age: 17
Race: Human
Main Weapon: Nbarr Custom Cracker slugthrower pstol
Side Weapons: Vibro-Kife
Afilliation: Seya-Qu Resistance
Equipment: Several Days Trail Rations, Weapons. Survival Gear.
Short History: Lenler Fafrin was born and raised on Seya-Qu II. His parents were also born and raised on Seya-Qu. So were his grandparents.Lenny has loftier goals, however. His dream is to some day make it offworld, and be a freighter pilot. But for now, he is forced to (Grudgingly) remain on Seya-Qu, and help his widowed mother run "Laurie's", a General Store in new Karna. Lenny was brought up to respect the government, but he has heard some disquieting things about this new "Empire"...
Physical Description: Lenler is tall and gangly, standing at just over two meters tall, but weighing only one-hundred-and ten pounds. His Dirty-Blonde hair growing to just past his ears, is perpetually messy, sticking out at odd angles.Also, his blue eyes gleam with a noticable energy when he is angry, sad or especially happy. He wears well-fitting, but inexpensive clothes, the best he can afford on his meager pay. He usually conceals his Vibro-Dagger or his pistol inside a vest or internal pocket, for protection, but he has an easier-to reach, and quicker to draw external holster for use when hunting.Gaia Name: Des Voh Name: Rate Barras "Rit" Age: Mid 20s Gender: Male Race:Corellian Main weapon: DL-22 modified blaster pistol (Slightly more powered to get through tougher armor and longer range, hip)Side weapons: Model 44 blaster pistol (back waist holster), vibroknives (boot, belt), Throwing knife (right arm-selve). Affiliation: Spacer/Independent Personal equipment: Scoped IR-5 blaster pistol with two extra powerpacks smuggled into his luggage(motel room), hydrospanner and other tools, other basics and a few other items in a bantha-leather backpack. Personal Ship: "Lucky Draw" -YT-1930- IMPOUNDEDShort History:Just one of those out on his luck Spacers. Sense being planet-side, hes had his ship impounded on the trivial matter of having a few becons and signals out (or whatever the Star Wars equivalent of having a taillight out), and hes lost more than a few card games, but still got out without much loss aside from a few credits, never one stupid enough to bet heavily on a few cards. He is currently staying in a motel near the spaceport. Modest and courageous(but not stupid), he calls himself a 'fair shot' despite being better than most stormies(though certainly not the more elite) at handling a blaster. Hes usually prepared for anything and keeps on his toes as hes seen more than a few 'run ins' with trouble in his life-time on other backwaters and even more core-ward planets.
Description:Picture He wears a white linen selveless shirt that buckles across the front. He also is known to wear dark shades and has a number of pouches and a commlink on his belt. Gaia Name: Jaden Ordo
Name: Grozthar "Groz"
Gender: Male
Age: 203
Race: Wookie
Main Weapons: Wookie Side-Arm Pistol
Affiliation: Independent/Spacer - Rate Barras
Personal Equipment: An array of mechanical tools: hydrospanner, plasma torch, duct tape, DW-40 (joke), etc.; a med-pack; 5 extra ammo packs (Shotgun).
Skills: Mechanics: Ship, Vehicle, Weapon, General; minor Piloting skills- not a fighter pilot, but can fly well enough.
Ship: Rate's YT-1950 Lucky Draw
Description: Grozthar
Short History:
Life was sweet in the trees of Kashyyyk. Groz was born to a loving family, loving village and he couldn't have been happier. He accompanied his father on hunts, braved the Shadowlands, fought in a few confrontations with Trandoshans (he became fond of their ACP gun, but sadly can only afford a slugthrower), and eventually found a life partner. But it changed when the CIS invaded. Then the Republic came with their Army. Groz fought bravely alongside his fellow Wookies and even alongside the brave Republic soldiers, but did not see much combat time. He mostly served as a mechanic, fixing all of the Republics frail ships and equipment went it broke (every other minute) and became quite the "whiz kid" mechanic. Eventually, through time and effort and perserverance, the Wookies succeeded in defeating the CIS. But then the Republic turned on them. Taking some slaves, but killing most; the Wookies had been betrayed again. Groz barely had time to escape in one of the few shuttles the Wookies could find or steal, but his family was left behind. So he went to one of the places where he could best hide, a place where no Imperials would hunt him down. Nar Shaddaa. The Criminal's Haven. Groz lived there for a while until he began to get harrassed. Apparantly, the local Rodians had issues with a Wookie living on the same moon as them so, after some threats, they jumped him. Normally, he would have had no problem with fighting them off, but their sheer numbers were overwhelming. Once he had fallen, they began coming down on him with blades and guns. But then, they began to fall. And he watched as a human male shot every last one of them down. He then took the severely injured Wookie back to some kind of apartment where he used bacta to revive Groz. When Groz had awoken, he swore a life debt to the man who saved him, Rate Barras. He now travels with him as his partner and mechanic.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Current Imperials-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Gaia Name: Stellar Magic
Name: Colonel Saburo Akaga
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Main weapon: Blastech E-11 Rifle
Side weapons: Blastech DL-44 Blaster Pistol, Vibroknife
Affiliation: Galactic Empire, 509th Regiment.
Personal equipment: Standard Issue Imperial Gear, Personal Macrobinoculars
Short History:
Saburo Akaga was born on the world of Woostri, and spent most of his childhood along the shores of its vast oceans. Still his upbringing was one rare to the Imperial Army; he forged friendships with non-humans while still in school, primarily among the Woostoids that lived all around his family.
As he graduated from the secondary tier of the education the clone wars broke, and Saburo decided to take up arms to preserve the order and peace that the Old Republic represented. Within weeks of his entry into the army he was reassigned to officer training and spent the three years of the clone wars studying tactics and strategy, by the time he’d graduated the war was over, the Republic had been transformed into a Galactic Empire, and the Jedi had been extinguished from the galaxy.
This however did not mean the end of military operations for the Grand Army of the Republic, now separated into two separate branches, the Imperial Army and Stormtrooper Corps. If anything it meant a new and more challenging mission for the troops, seizing the peace.
Commissioned as a Lieutenant Saburo Akaga first saw combat two months after the end of the clone wars when his platoon was suddenly attacked by former separatist mercenaries turned raiders on the world of Balmorra. While he succeeded in repulsing the attack the sight of seeing the first of his men die has plagued him to this day, and the violence he saw in assault composed almost exclusively of non-human mercenaries convinced him of the truth of imperial propaganda and created within him a steadfast loyalty to the new order.
Over the years Saburo has proven his competence on the battlefield and has been promoted steadily. Now thirty-two he has taken charge of the 509th Regiment, and is about to face the challenge of his life, the conquest and subjugation of Seya-Qu.
Description:
Saburo is relatively tall at 1.7 Meters, with coarse dark hair that are matched by the brown color of his eyes. He wears the standard uniform of the Imperial Army, though because of his relatively low rank often wears a combat BDU and armor accessories. Gaia Name: Nelowulf
Name: R2-C4
Age: 32 standard years
Gender: Male Programming
Race: R2 Astromech
Main weapon: None
Side weapon: None
Affiliation: Whatever programming dictates
Personal Ship: none
Short History: A standard astromech, his only memories and a fresh coat of paint come from his last memory wipe, which occured with a retired Clone Pilot turned mechanic. After his previous owner's murder, he was in limbo for a new owner until purchased by an Imperial officer. He now works maintenance for the Port Loka Garrison.
Description: The red one. Gaia Name: ElladanKenet
Name: Benton Ford
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Main Weapon: An E-11 with a modified scope and extra clip
Side Weapon: A sporting pistol, and an old broken sporting rifle he hopes to fix.
Affiliation: Galactic Empire, 509th Regiment
Rank: Lieutenant, as of Kashhyyk
Equipment:
multiple Grenades of various makes, including thermal, plasma, and concussion
Standard Issue Imperial Gear, Imperial Field Recon Gear, Imperial Standard Issue Plate and Helment
Short History: Benton was born on Dantooine and spent his life farming. Constant raids by mercenaries and brief skirmishes between them and the local milita inspired Benton to become a soldier. During his teens, he often assisted both sides, usually serving as a courier or a scout.
Once he reached legal age, he left his farm with one of the mercenary groups, buying a ticket to Corulag by working on the ship. He stayed with the Dan'tari Mercs for a few years, learning various odd trades, such as slicing, espionage, more accurate marksmanship, and how to pilot a speeder bike.
Once on Corulag, he enrolled into the Academy, where he finished 4th in his class and was drafted into the Imperial Army as a corporal. He spent his first few months in boot camp and then with the 367th Imperial Army at its garrison on Kashhyyk. On Wookiee World, Benton was in his element. He was chosen to temporarily replace one of the Govenor's guards, and in that position, thwarted an assasination, killing 7 of the 8 wookiees by himself. For his reward, the Govenor made a recommendation for him for the Imperial Navy, possibly to serve in the Stormtrooper Corps or even further ahead and join the commandos.
This reward, however, was short lived after a second rebel cell framed him for destroying a supply of bacta that was desperately needed. As "punishment", he was reassigned to Seya-Qu II.
At Seya-Qu II, he was assigned to assist in the training of the new recruits and militia. He is one of the two lieutenants in charge of this group, and at the same time is the leader of a recon squad made up of Imperial regulars and some militia-in-training.
Description: Benton is average for a human. His hair is short and brown, just like his uniform. His dress has been altered a bit, with more camoflage suited to forest environments. He wears a pack on his back where he keeps most of his supplies and can holster his rifle. He also has a belt where he can holster his rifle and some of his grenades. He is about 6' and weighs 150.b]Gaia name: Sayla-girl
Name: LtJr Kara Aryss
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Main weapon: E-11
Side weapon: SE-14r, knife, two Frag grenades
Personal Equipment: Two Ammo packs for her rifle, Navy Dress Uniform, Army issue light body armor and helmet, grey Military fatigues, 3 Special operations troopers and LAVr Chariot QH-7(Chariot on loan from Army), Ground to orbit range Comlink, field survival kit. additional equipment as mission requires.
Affiliation: Empire
Short History: Born and trained on Corulag, Kara Aryss had always wanted to be a TIE pilot. Unfortunately, she didnt meet the requirements necessary for the role, washing out utterly from the TIE Corp.
Undaunted by her failure, she sought a military career that would bring her at least close to her dream. Her physical and mental scores placed her high enough to land her a role with the Navy's Special Operations branch, and as such she trained to coordinate Naval forces with planetbound infantry.
Fresh out of the Accademy and with three men under her control, she is eager to prove herself to the Empire.
Description: A Navy trooper tagged on to the army, she isnt particularly thrilled with her assignment. At any gven chance, she tries and spends as much downtime with navy personel as possible. On the job she's serious enough, understanding that every time she sends in a phone call to her "friends upstairs" that lives hang in the balance. She is about average height with an athletic build, Dark hair and light brown eyes.
http://i195.photobucket.com/albums/z100/saylagirl/Mech_Pilot.jpgName: Staff Sgt. Bakura "Twitch" Zao
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Race: Zabrak
Main weapon: SE-17r
Affiliation: Galactic Empire, 509th Regiment: Headquarters Section
Personal equipment: Specialized portable computer (Built by himself), datapad, hydro-spanner, wrist comm, pack of random tools, wiring, and other technical and mechanical assets.
Short History: Bakura has been a tech-junky all his life just about. And it was that that pushed him into the Empires service, being accused with multiple network slicing attempts, he was given the option to start using his skills for the good of the empire, or be set to Kessel, the choice was apparent. He was sent through basic and other training and showed an aptitude for mechanics as well and was sent off to hon those skills in both technology and mechanic applications.
Always the eccentric sort, before and even during service, he’s been addicted to caffeine and other forms of sugars and energy-enhancers, earning his nickname: “Twitch”.
When it comes to fighting though, most don't think Zaos ever removed his service pistol from its holster but to clean it. He tends to think of himself as a non-combatant.
Description: Not the strongest of fellows, but he went through basic just like everyone else. His eyes are sage and his hair is brown and is quite scraggly and kept spiked by some unknown agent, most of the time it’s just poking out in random directions though. He has a fair height of 5'6. His skin is a mid-tan and his horns poke out through his hair, though picking out what’s his spiked hair and his horns can be sometimes nerve-racking.
He is mostly seen wearing a grey multi-pocketed jumpsuit with the upper portion down and tied over the waist, with a black sleeve-less shirt and basic flight-boots. He keeps his computer in a messenger bag that’s always at his side, he also has his wrist comm. and various tools in random pockets throughout the suit, his blaster is usually kept in a shoulder-holster with a belt across his chest and around his shoulder, though the blaster is probably more likely to be covered with cobwebs, he still keeps it regulation clean. He wears a lanyard what shows his rank and name, but when the jumpsuit is fully covering him, the suit displays his rank and name as well.
When he needs to look presentable, he presents himself in the appropriate uniform for a Staff Sergeant, along with his hair smoothed back around his horns.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Current Independants-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Gaia Name: Darkened Angel
Name: Unkown, calls herself " Diana "
Age: Early 20s
Gender: Female
Race: Zeltron
Main weapon: None
Side weapons: None
Affiliation: Rebel Sympathizer
Personal equipment: Barely more than the clothes on her back
Short History: Even at an early age, Diana had a knack for getting to people's feelings. A travelling agent offered to help her hit it big as a star, after seeing she had talent and beauty. It was a trick as the agent turned out to be a slaver that sold her to Bolba the Hutt, a crime lord with a taste for the finer things. She spent most of her life as a slave to Bolba. Despite being the hutt's personal plaything, she was always treated well as a reward for being able to satisfy his desires, and concluded she might as well be a good slave, as she wouldn't be able to escape on her own and would have nothing once free, opposed to having her needs met while in captivity. During this rather comfortable servitude, she was able to hone her seductive charm and skills, and now, it's difficult to determine who is using who.
Description: About 5'7 and small-framed, her skintone is very pale, making her look more like a human, usually only wears skimpy attire http://img252.imageshack.us/img252/7171/dianaslavegd2.pngGaia Name: StellarMagic Name: Eiko di D’aud a.k.a. “E.D.” (EeeDee) Age: 12 Gender: Female Race: Human/Seya’Quon Hybrid
Main Weapons: None
Side Weapons: None
Affiliation: Seya-Que Resistance (Leaning… not currently a member)
Personal Equipment: Homemade Computer with: holo-comm receiver and uplink, radio transmitter/receiver, heads-up display, holographic projector, triple firewall, and twelve hour-battery life between charges. A Shakim-sema (Seyan string instrument similar to a guitar)
Short History:
Born of a human mother and seyan father Eiko di D’aud was immediately caught between two worlds, the alien and the human. At a young age she learned that people were judgmental and mean, but numbers and computer code wasn’t. Computers became her friends, of a sort, and she became a hacker. She kept off the radar simply by only playing with her skills as something of a hobby, and then her father was killed by tusk-dogs just outside Port Loka.
Reduced to just her mother as a real friend Eiko developed a second obsession, a love of music and learned to play a Shakim-sema, the iconic musical instrument of her father’s people. Over the next six months her mother pushed herself to the breaking point in order to feed and clothe Eiko. Overworked, her mother’s immune system wasn’t strong enough to repel a local, bacta resistant, virus. Over the last year she has managed to scrape by as a street musician, but as the imperials have begun their crackdown on non-humans and near humans she has watched on the sidelines both fascinated and disgusted by these foreigners. Soon she will be forced to choose sides, and employ her computer skills.
Physical Description:
Eiko is short by human standards standing a mere 1.1 meters due to the slower growth rate from her Seyan background. She has large jewel-like eyes common to the Seya’Quon that give her exceptional night vision. Her skin is splattered with blue pigment and her hair has an almost unnatural purple color.
She usually wears loose fitting clothing and a set of headphones as well as goggles and various red-light removing glasses. She speaks a sort of pidgin Basic which is full of local terms and syntactical errors. Due to the difficulty most people have with her name she has taken to answering to her initials as a name.
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 9:29 am
Entropy
Chapter 1
Imperial Storm
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 9:51 am
He never thought it would happen, never thought he would live to see the day.
Not out here at least. Thats why he came to Seya-Qu, to get away from it all.
But they came all the same. The Empire had decided to annex Seya-Qu.
They weren't being subtle about it either. rom the windows of his hunting supply store, Charr Nbarr could see their massive battleship hanging ominously in orbit.
"Took 'em long enough to get here." The old Rodian muttered as he turned off his macros. He didn't need to see anymore. He knew what was about to happen.
Fifteen years ago, he had fought the Empire. Back then it was called the Republic. Charr was on the Separatist's payroll at the time, and made a damn decent living ashing meat cans.
Even won himself an award or two for his talent.
And had the whitehats shown up five or even ten years before, Charr would probably have taken up arms against them again.
But not anymore.
He was done fighting.
"Let 'em come." He muttered as he began checking his inventory. "As long as they don't bother me..."
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 1:46 pm
The lieutenant looked out the minimal viewport as the Lambda shuttle screamed through the skies of Seya-Qu II. This would be his first actual operation, and his first taste of real military action.
No matter what he'd done before. In training ops, he'd been with groups that hunted down rebel militias, and small pirate bands.
This, however, was a different scale entirely. The Empire, as they now called it, was no longer merely content with lording over their own space, or their newly acquired, former-CIS space. No, they were invading and conquering new worlds, all in the name of Emperor Palpatine, to maintain peace and order in the galaxy.
Their shuttle landed in a fairly open clearing within the forests northwest of New Karna. As the hatch opened, Benton Ford grabbed the rifle he'd been issued, and leapt out of the shuttle, along with the twenty nine other men who'd accompanied him.
Around him, he could hear the landings of other shuttles, unloading more soldiers, armor support, and whatever else they'd need in the opening of the invasion.
Turning back to the squad under his direct command, he gave out his first order. "Come on, men. Follow me."
Turning around as the Lambda returned to bring more troops, Lieutenant Benton Ford led the first arrived members of the 509th Army Regiment Recon Force.
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 1:59 pm
There was nothing but darkness out the viewport of the Chariot QH-7 LAV/r as it descended. Saburo Akaga took a deep breath as the whole vehicle jostled from side to side and a moan from what he guess was straining metal echoed in the chamber.
Before him on Chariot's holoprojector the vast expanse of the planet Seya-Qu II hung out before him, it's varied environment and plane of asteroids glittering before him, and above the world a cluster of gold dots and symbols marked the imperial force moving to take this little brown, white, and green jem, and a number of red dots marked their opposition, the poorly equiped, but motivated Planetary Defense Force.
Red dots marking starfighters seemed to wink out within moments of their merger with the imperials, and golden points seemed to be raining down toward four points on the world, drop-ships and escorts descending toward their Landing Zones.
The comm. crackled for a moment as a voice said, “One minute.”
Saburo nodded to himself and tightened the straps of his armored vest touching the six tab mark of rank on his chest an all to obvious target his mind stammered. Behind him Lieutenant Marc Strykar, the Communication officer turned toward him, his hand clasping his headset, “The 308th Stormtrooper Companies are reporting that Twin Watch Station has fallen… The Star Destroyer Valkyrie has commenced firing on ground facilities.”
“Remind them not to blow them all up… We’ll want to use them after this.” Saburo answered the young officer.
“Yes sir,” The Lieutenant answered as he relayed the message.
The Chariot’s comm. crackled again, “Thirty Seconds!!!”
Another deep breath and Saburo felt himself begin to calm. They were nearly there, nearly on the ground, and out of this damnable behemoth of a drop-ship. The holographic projector updated every second… And every second there were fewer hostile sensor contacts, but some remained, stubbornly holding on.
Then, seemingly before those few seconds had expired the drop-ship lurched and Saburo braced himself, and then the comm. crackled, “Touchdown! Opening doors… disengaging magnetic…
The Chariot dropped to the ground still hidden in darkness, and Saburo felt his stomach swim round his body as the vehicle landed on its repulsor field.
Then the driver floored the small vehicle hurling away from the dropship as the vast beast rose upward and they were bathed in sunlight. Then he pivoted the vehicle sliding it sideways in a classic evasion maneuver before sliding to a stop.
Saburo stood in the chariot and popped the ventral hatch and took his first breath of Seya-Qu as his ears popped. It was warm, but unfulfilling like mountain air in an unseasonable summer day. Before him lay a savannah of tall grass that was golden in the sun.
High above he could see a smoking Z-95 Mark 1 being trailed by three TIE Fighters jostling with each other to claim the kill. Before him the Dropships and shuttles that had delivered the Reconissance Troop and the 4th Battalion, lifted into the air as green flashes of turbolaser fire echoed across the sky.
Seya-Qu II would fall like a flash.
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 2:04 pm
The day had started innocently enough. Lenler Fafrin had awoken at dawn as usual, and opened up the store. His mother had woken up, and was working the cashier while Lenler was stocking shelves. He was daydreaming about piloting a freighter, as he usually did when he was bored, when something interrupted his flights of fancy.
The sound of actual ion drives, sounding just like he'd imagined that they would, boomed through the sky. Dashing outside, the seventeen-year-old saw descend from the sky, falling out of sight to the northwest. A few moments later, the same ship, or one that looked and sounded just like it, lifted off again, returning to the heavens.
"What the kriff?" He said, disbelieving. His eyes trailed the shuttle's path upward, until his mother's voice pierced the relative quiet of the morning.
"Get back inside, Lenny, and get to work!", his mom shouted, attending to a line of customers.
"Alright, Mom.", Lenler said, returning grudgingly to his work. Time would probably tell what was going on, but for now, he had to work.
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 3:15 pm
As the Lambda shuttle began it's descent onto LZ: Beta, Major Mason Tyrr stood from his seat, and captured the eyes of his troops.
"Alright, men" He said, in his commanding tone. "We know why we're here. You trigger happy bufoons are here to do what you do best: Aim, Fire, Kill. We'll be landing in Beta, and heading north west to Seya City. The objective is simple. You numb-nuts are to shoot dead any and all resistance. Any and all resistance! Understood?"
In unison, the troops all shouted "Sir, yes, sir!""Good." The Major continued. "After that, we will set up a provisional garrison in the city. And, I will repeat: After that, we will set up the garrison. We do not want any accidents, do we?""Sir, no, Sir!" The men responed.
"Great! There better be none!" The Major said.
"Landing in 2!" Shouted the pilot.
Major Tyrr then sat down, putting on his helmet. "Lock and Load, boys! We're going in!"
Then, as the troops readied themselves, the Major got to thinking. Thinking if he was actually a good leader. Was he nothing more than a soldier with a title? He was young, in Myke years, but having so many people under him made him feel like an old man. Soon enough, he shook that feeling, which he thought was weak itself.
He had been on several missions before, but this one somehow made him want victory even more. He needed everything to go perfectly. He was becoming a leader, wether he knew it or not.
As the shuttle touched ground, the Major opened the doors and hopped outside, brandishing his sniper rifle. He motioned to his men, as other shuttles landed. It was time for action. He took a few steps forward, and shouted "Move out!"
The Major began walking towards what would be his greatest battle.
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 4:28 pm
Rate peeked out of the hologram window of the cantina as squads from the New Karna Deffense Force rushed through the streets. Shrugging he put his feet onto the small circular table and reached for the short glass filled with corellian spiced ale and and took a few sips, then grabbed the small shot glass of rum drop and downed it."Ahh..." He gave a smile and looked around the cantina, people bickering and watching the local holonews some looked scared, shocked, and. He would be off this rock soon and delivering his next load to Bespin. From there he could pick up some profitable cargo and head into hutt space or where-ever he could find a buyer.
Suddenly an explosion shook the cantina, causing rate to nearly fall off his a** onto the hard floor. Catching himself he looked outside to see people running into houses and wounded soldiers limping by. Cursing, he scrambled up and searched the cantina for the sight of his large, furry friend and shouted as he ran to the door to look out and turned back."Groz get yer a** over here!" With that he took off toward the spaceport hangers.
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 4:56 pm
Groz was conversing with an overlyfriendly droid when he heard Rate's call. He turned and saw him run out of the building and followed immediately, knocking a few people out of his way in his haste. The building shook intensely and he was hit by falling debris from the roof. As he exited the Cantina, building were shaking and he could hear the distinct sound of engines. Imperial engines. He recognized that disgusting sound anywhere. The same sound of those traitors who'd killed his family. Then, scouring the crwod, he caught sight of Rate again, running towards the hangar. Groz followed hastily.
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 5:14 pm
The formation rumbled forward, the thrumming of repulsorlifts and whir of turrets slowly searching for targets. Forty 1-L Imperial Hovertanks were spread across five kilometers of savannah moving forward at speed. Just two hundred meters behind the tanks two QH-7 Chariots bounced across the terrain, easily keeping pace with the tanks.
On the top of the lead chariot Colonel Akaga lifted his electrobinoculars and swiftly scanned the area before him, nothing but a pair of burning Technicals had been sent out to oppose them, the modified civilian speeders would have been easily chewed to shreds by the Chariots alone, but two well placed shots from tanks had silenced them.
Too either side of the tank formation there were nine HT-74 Military Hovertrucks carrying two companies of Imperial Stormtroopers. Right now they were merely a covering force for the tanks, but as the empty savannah began to become spotted by hovels and houses the formation changed, with the stormtroopers spreading out before the tanks and gaining ground.
The head of Leutenant Stryker popped out of the hatch, "Sir!" He yelled across the whine of the engine, "The Stormtrooper Company commander on the right is requesting permission to send a platoon into the city to secure the space port!"
"Permission granted, and tell 4th Battalion to start haulin a**! They might be running right into one mother of a rat's nest!" Saburo answered.
The thunder of ion drives echoed across the plains and twelve ARC-170s rumbled over head, sandwiched between two squadrons of TIE Fighters.
Saburo smiled, "And tell our CAS support they can run out a little, burn out some of the targets in the city, and help those stormies take the spaceport."
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 5:18 pm
He turned and saw Groz not ar behind and near tripped over a fallen soldier. He bent down and the solider pulled him by his collar."Imperials! Run!!" The man cried. His grip suddenly disappeared as he flopped down, Rate put his hand to the mans neck, he felt a pulse, unconscious only.Standing back up and made his way as fast as he could to the spaceport,"Why, oh why do I always seem to find myself in port on Invasion-Day!!!" He cursed as he ran faster.
As he approached he found the door to the hanger that had held his ship he found a blast door in place. He found the small panel and fiddled with it a little, finding that it would not accept the pass-code he was given. He looked up and found that it would be too high of a climb and turned around as his furry friend ran up."No luck. Seems she ran out on me this time." he said with a sigh.
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 7:29 pm
Already ahead of the main pack, Benton led his group of recon soldiers into the edge of the city, their 74-Z's being picked up by one of their own Hovertrucks.
Picking up his radio, the Lt. signaled, cueing his nine detachees to move into the harbor's main terminal. As they neared the guard post, his radio beeped. He answered it. "Yes, Captain?"
"Have them secure the outer line of the harbor, while we blockade the main road. When the rest of the army gets here and takes over our position, move on ahead into the port and secure all entries and closures to prevent anymore from leaving."
Ford nodded, putting it back on his hip, as he unholstered his E-11, and ran up the steps. His soldiers were already in position, weapons tracked on the two poor guards who'd been assigned to watch the fron door. "Sorry, boys. Imperial Territory now. I'm going to ask you to put your hands up and move aside."
Not really waiting for an answer, two of the nine moved in, detaining the two guards away from their post, as the rest of them moved in.
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