Scorch
Padawan
"Huh...I wonder if we'll get time off..."
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Post by Scorch on Apr 26, 2015 2:42:46 GMT
"Oh yeah!! That's what I like to see!!!" Scorch shouted, raising his fist a bit before getting back to fighting. He threw one of the trooper's a spare droid hopper.
"Toss this to the left! We got SUPER's!" He shouted and began pouring out a barrage of fire from his rifle. Ajax nodded in return, stood to throw it, and was struck down by a blast to the chest. He fell backwards, still clutching the EMP a large hole in his chest, and blood pooling around his lifeless corpse. Crazy Eight took hold of the grenade and lobbed it as close to the new stream of battle droids slowly stomping there way towards the defensive position.
"MAN DOWN! WE GOT A MAN DOWN!" Crazy Eight shouted, getting back under cover. Scorch sucked in some air and shook his head dismissively. Kicking any thoughts out of his head, and returned to the fighting.
"SPARTAN! Think you could lend me a hand with a plan?" He turned his head to the Spartan, taking a quick break to reload his blaster.
"I'm on radio channel 148 Band with X." He added, peeking back over the metal slab to continue his suppressing fire on the assault. Crazy Eight stood, turning to fire again, and was thrown back from an explosive. Scorch turned to check on his brother and a Geonosian warrior dropped down above Crazy Eight. It reared back it's staff, and jammed it deeply into Crazy's chest.
"N-" Crazy Eight couldn't finish his outburst before going quiet and limp on the sandy ground. Scorch closed his eyes, briefly, then shot the Geonosian warrior with his side arm. He turned his attention back to the battle droids, and continued firing away.
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Post by Ke'undar on Apr 26, 2015 5:37:36 GMT
Ke'undar watched the two clones die and his mandibles flared."Pauk!" He yanked on a circuit and set off the power core into overload, the shield dropped and he threw the Droideka at the other approaching droids and let it go off in an moderately sized explosion. A Geonosian came down at him with a staff and swung at his head, he easily dodged it and grabbed the staff, yanking on it and pulling it's wielder down into range of his wrist blades. He gutted the bug and tore it's wings from it's body as a trophy. The remaining droids opened fire on him but he was upon them in seconds, cutting and slashing at them with one of his wristblades and his lightsaber, in seconds he was surrounded by pieces of dismembered Super Battle Droids. He walked back over to the bodies of the fallen clones and crouched next to the body of Ajax."...Scorch....what were these two's names?" He used his wristblade to carve a small symbol on his gauntlet, a symbol to honor fallen warriors who died a honorable death."N'dhi-ja U'sl-kwe He repeated it on Crazy Eights body.
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Scorch
Padawan
"Huh...I wonder if we'll get time off..."
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Post by Scorch on Apr 26, 2015 5:57:56 GMT
Scorch nodded some what satisfied with the result of the small skirmish.
"If you want the names they preferred... Ajax, and Crazy Eight. I don't know there clone number's sir.... Didn't get to know it." Scorch strode over and took the two's dog tags, and put them inside his backpack. He pulled his helmet off, knelt before the two troopers, and hung his head in silence.
"Darasuum Udesiir vod Cuy'val Dar. Mando'ad draar digu. Ni su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum Ajax, and Crazy Eight." Scorch spoke the language he was taught. He stood, put his helmet back on, and turned to the canyon. He reloaded his blaster, checked his grenade stash, and opened a map revealing where the anti-air guns were.
"Right after the artillery is taken out, I'll need to take out the anti-air. General, after the artillery's gone, you need to get back to your men. We'll need a place to land the big guns. Spartan, I'll need your help." Scorch spoke a bit more seriously, and dropped his typical joker attitude. He turned the map off, and set out towards the artillery, occasionally scanning the ridges for a possible attack, under neath his helmet, he gritted his teeth and let out a light breath. He cut off his mic to the radio to let out a loud breath of held in air. If anything, he felt rage. More than he could think he could. But, it was a war. Casualties would happen.
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Post by Ke'undar on Apr 26, 2015 6:42:25 GMT
"Names are all I care about. Numbers are pointless. They deserved to die better than this....it was my fault. I didn't give us enough time to think of another plan to deal with them. If I had there might not have been as large of a firefight....we need to get to those guns. No more can die today." He said. He hated when his men died under his plans, to him it always meant his plans weren't though out as well as they should have been. Maybe there was something that he could have done different, maybe there wasn't but all he knew is two warriors were dead and he was leading them at the time."Alright Scorch...from what we have the guns are guarded by two spider walkers and a hailfire droid, the rest are about twenty standard battle droids. They may be about halfway to recharging by now but we can't wait for them. By that time the barrier will drop so we need a way to deal with them and the spiders. I can handle to Hailfire."
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Post by SPARTAN 119 on Apr 26, 2015 16:01:52 GMT
"A plan, huh?" she walked to one of the dead clones, reaching over to take the extra munnitions. "Soldiers die by the thousands, there's no need for sorrow." She pressed a new grenade belt against Scorche's chest. "Cecil, add local Comms." She winced as high pitch static rang in her ears, Cecil had picked up a droid command signal and converted it directly into meaningless audio. "Comms Off!" She commanded before it powered off, super battle droids approached the group.
"D@$%" she turned her energy towards the battle droids as they started a barrage at her. "We need to keep moving!" she shouted through her helmet at the two. "Cecil,"
"Yes~" the AI sang.
"See if you can get the Comms in line," she commanded.
"Yes,~ Serene." He said as he went to work.
She took a moment of cover, removing her helmet to look back at the two others, "Get moving, soldiers!" She slipped her hand over the cover attempting blind cover fire for the others, "We gotta move!" She replaced her helmet, looking over the barrier just for her shields to catch a laser. She opened fire, pressing the considerably light blaster into her shoulder as she fired. She really missed Spartan sized weapons.
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Scorch
Padawan
"Huh...I wonder if we'll get time off..."
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Post by Scorch on Apr 26, 2015 16:32:16 GMT
Scorch had already moved past his sorrow for his lost brothers. He ran past the Spartan, using the cover she had decided to utilize as a step ladder to launch himself over a barley active droid that seemed to sputter and groan. He aimed down, shooting away at it, peeling away at it's external skin to reveal copper wires and droid 'guts' on the inside. He turned to look at the Spartan, seeing that it was a she.
"Just because they're soldier's doesn't mean you can't mourn them. But it does mean now isn't the time or the place for it." Scorch landed with a firm thud. He turned to the Spartan and waved for her to move up with him.
"So...What's your name? Or rank. Either or. I need something to call you. Scorch, Delta 62, demolition's expert." He turned from the Spartan and continued walking forward.
"Near the end of this canyon is the artillery. After that is the Anti-Air, which needs to be taken out as well... So, after that's done, lets say we grab dinner at a nice restaurant! Let the Senators foot the bill." He joked, knowing it'd never happen. Ever. Let alone the fact they'd let Scorch, or any clone into a restaurant.
"Ah well... If wishes were wounds right?" He snickered to himself. He began to examine the canyon walls, and the large gap above them. This would be the perfect place for an ambush. Hopefully the Geonosian's wouldn't be that smart to lay in wait for them.
"Hey..." He turned to the two, and motioned using hand signs to stay alert and watch the canyon walls. He then led the way to the artillery pieces the Jedi Ke'undar seeked to destroy.
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Post by SPARTAN 119 on Apr 26, 2015 17:49:02 GMT
She watches as the clone does a most self destructive move, putting himself into more danger than is needed by jumping over the barrier. He sounded rather smug, "Commander SPARTAN 119, Grey Team." she looked over to the young soldier. "before your time, Scorch, Delta 62," she added.
The trooper sounded rather Smug with his next comment, "..." She gave him a stone faced glare that could pierce through any helmet. "Keep moving, hot shot." The red dusted canyon stained there boots as they met the midway Mark on the canyon. The sound of dying troopers and fragmented droids echoed through the canyon through multiple resounding explosions. She didn't think about it, "Cecil?"
"Yes~" The AI sang again, it got into a habit of singing it's words.
"D@$% defect." she thought before spoke, "Status report on all local Comms." she ordered
"All local Comms are operational, enemy Comms decrypted."
"... Enemy Comms decrypted, who told you to do that?" she questioned rather confused on how that all happened.
"You did~, Spartan." he replied, "when you said,"
"Can you get the Comms in line?" he replayed her voice back to her.
"You know I don't like being recorded."
"Yes, Serene~" The AI sang, "would you like that status report?"
"Display it on the HUD and open Scorche's comm."
"Yes Serene~" The display showed the map with general locations of enemy positions. "I'll update as we go."
"Thank you Cecil." she turned to Scorch as if mildly annoyed by the conversation she'd just had.
"I caught that.~" the Cecil sang almost in a mocking tone. "Hold on, Enemy forces in the vicinity." Red markings showed up on the HUD
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Scorch
Padawan
"Huh...I wonder if we'll get time off..."
Posts: 45
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Post by Scorch on Apr 26, 2015 18:25:37 GMT
"Er.... Hot shot? I was just trying to be...." Scorch shrugged, letting the comment go.
"Whatever. You remind me of my brother.... Cold as ever." He turned to look at the ridge one last time before moving on to the next part of the canyon, the final part before the artillery piece.
"Look...I'm not trying to be an arse or anything... Just trying to lighten the mood. And so what if your older? Age isn't what matters. Its how you use the time your given in this hellish, and yet 'beautiful' world..." Scorch said the last bit very sarcastically. He noticed a small rock fall from the canyon wall, and immediately turned up, training his blaster rifle. He listened intently, waiting for anything to alert him to the noise. What ended up alerting him was the sound of very light wings beating, but not closing in on them, instead going somewhere else...
"What are they...?" Scorch started at first, then noticed a number appear on his hud. '07' was in a light yellow state, indicating a minor wound, nothing serious. But he wasn't attempting to communicate through his comm.
"What is Sev doing...?" He muttered aloud. He raised his arm and held a clenched fist, indicating to hold position. He turned to the Spartan.
"You have a sensor right? Do you see any friendlies?" He asked, pulling his own helmet off to look at the Spartan. His face was as ever, cloned from Jango Fett, but there were minor differences. A scar here or a birth mark there... But for Scorch it was his smile marks and dimples. He smiled malevolently, as if he had an idea.
"If Sev is over there, then he's in a position to do what he does best... Which means those bugs are in for a world of hurt..." He tapped his helmet lightly, thinking something over. He placed his helmet back on, and slid it into place. A light 'click' could be heard.
"Sev...If your there, we're on your six. Take out as many of them as you can." Scorch whispered quietly.
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Sev
Meat Bag
A good bug, is a dead bug...
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Post by Sev on Apr 26, 2015 21:36:39 GMT
His lungs beckoning for air with every step, his katarn armor hitting together in a symphony of clanks, Sev was running as fast as he could while taking periodic hits to his back from the Geonsian rifles "Urgh!" Sev screamed when a blast finally scored a decent hit on his shoulder. Sev flinched from the impact but had to dust it off as a minor flesh wound and keep running, the squad of five geonosians that have been attacking were right on his six and he had no support that could reach him from above the canyon. Turning around he raised his DC17 with his unscathed arm giving his wounded one a moment to rest, squeezing ever so tightly Sev pulled the trigger three times to only hear the horrendous clicking of an empty gun. "Feir'Fek!" Sev shouted, poorly slinging his weapon to his backside and continuing to run. With only one last option left he turned to the canyon's gap planing to use his zip line to make it across. Letting out a hellish growl Sev watched as a geonosian buzzed over his head and land directly in front of his path raising its gun. "Oh no you don't!" Sev shouted at the bug before tackling him off the canyon's gap. Now in midair descending down in a hurdling mess Sev only cared about killing the geonosian he was clutching onto...viciously. Grabbing the extended shoulder blade of his foe Sev snapped the spiked edge off and brutally used it as a makeshift shiv and began to stab the geonosian over and over again, all awhile still falling. Moments away from impact Sev forced the barely breathing bug to be his personal cushion, "gruuh!" Sev grunted in his helmet upon impact. Covered in the remains of his enemy Sev staggered to his feet doing one last stomp to the already clearly dead geonosian's head. "Rule 17...Always make sure they're dead..." He grimly joked to himself before realizing his free fall landed him just a few feet away from his brother, Scorch and some other unfamiliar faces. "That makes 43....How many have you squashed Scorch?" He said in a tough demeanor trying to cover up his hunch and injuries with prowess and dexterity.
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Scorch
Padawan
"Huh...I wonder if we'll get time off..."
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Post by Scorch on Apr 26, 2015 22:16:14 GMT
"We're keeping count?" Scorch raised an eyebrow then he extended a hand to his brother. He looked him over abit, noting the small amount of damage done to his armor, and his arm.
"As always...Trying to keep yourself on top with the kill score..." He laughed abit to himself then. He remembered how much Sev enjoyed this form a work, and it did not surprise him very much he'd have that much fun on the first day.
"How much are Super Heavy Battle Droids worth? Cause they put up more of a fight than a di'kut bug." Scorch added the last bit, looking up from where he had fallen.
"So...How far did you fall?" He asked, looking back at Sev. Obviously, if his helmet was off, Sev would have had seen a raised eyebrow.
"And for that matter, why didn't you raise me on the comm's? If you did, would have been ALOT easier for you." He added, thinking about the silence that Sev had taken. As an added pre-caution, he pulled out a small syringe of bactor to use on Sev when he got the chance.
"Think you might need this?" He said teasingly to his brother.
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Sev
Meat Bag
A good bug, is a dead bug...
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Post by Sev on Apr 27, 2015 2:48:10 GMT
With a sinister grin from within Sev's helmet he responded, "come on Scorch, you know how much i hate these shabuir bugs...every last one makes it into my personal kill count. Hahaha!" Taking a hold of Scorches hand Sev pulled himself up. "Now for the answers-" He grunted from the spiked pain running through his shoulder blade. "Yes, I'm pretty sure I'm going to need that bactor. Yes, I'd say those metal scrap heaps are worth two times as much compaired to that bug you see squashed right there" Sev gesturing towards the dead geonosian. " For the comms...my comm went FUBAR halfway throughout my mission. not sure why though..." He said while tapping against his helmet as if he could somehow get it to work with a bit of brute strength. "Anyways, I have no idea how far I fell... to be honest I'm surprised I am still walking...hah, but I am mandalorian after all! It takes allot more than gravity and a few bugs to take me down..."
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Scorch
Padawan
"Huh...I wonder if we'll get time off..."
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Post by Scorch on Apr 27, 2015 2:59:43 GMT
Scorch nodded approvingly.
"Alright. Well...We're on our way to the Artillery guns. After that, I'm heading to the AA guns with a Spartan. You game for that Sev?" Scorch asked patting his squad mate on the shoulder. He was smiling again, this time less evil and more friendly.
"Hey...Sev... Ever think you'd meet a real Spartan? They're pretty tough.... Tougher than Fi... But the question is... Are they tougher than you?" He turned to the other two that were with him.
"Sev, Spartan 119. Spartan 119, Sev. General Ke'undar, Sev. Sev, Ke'undar. Now that plesantries are out of the way, Lets get back to the lovely war the aristocrats started shall we?" Scorch more or less joked some more, before turned and doing a slow pace following the canyon to the destination. The sounds of battle echoing all around, the vibrations of artillery hitting the ground, the call for medics on both sides of the war.... And yet Scorch could still keep on joking. He stopped, looked up to see gunships, and transports fighting they're way to get down to the planet, and failing horribly.
"Gotta get those guns down...." He muttered to himself again. He turned to Sev and indicated the radio frequency to use, in case he forgot.
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Post by Ke'undar on Apr 28, 2015 1:26:36 GMT
Ke'undar watched the reunion with a bit of urgent annoyance, this was the time for action. Not joking like Un-Blooded hunters bragging over kills, he grabbed his combi-staff off his belt and extended it and signaled for the others to follow. The canyon came out to a low cliff overlooking the artillery guns with a path leading down to it. Two sniper droids were watching in case someone was able to get past them and a Geonosian was watching the two, probably while he was supposed ot be watching the canyon. The Jedi slowly crept towards the three and stopped right behind them, looking back for his companions so they could take them out together to make sure all of the team could help kill the sentries without the risk of alarm being raised.
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Post by SPARTAN 119 on Apr 29, 2015 23:04:43 GMT
The large Spartan had raised her weapon to the sudden fallen trooper atop the over-killed bug. Overkill was fine, preferred, in fact. The back and forth, score keeping was nothing less than juvenile. It was the kind of attitude every bred killing machine was trained to have. It only made sense that they were childish about it, they were, in fact 12. And from what she knew, flash cloning had it's side effects.
From what she could tell this particular clone was younger and had gotten in a few too many Cuncussion inducing free falls in his very short (and ever shortening) life. Such recklessness was of pride, not survival or war. "Far more disciplined." she responded to Scorch's suggestion that the 12 year old boy could compare to a Spartan in "toughness". She almost scoffed at the idea, beginning to walk away in distaste for such an attempted lone wolf soldier. She'd found the Jedi already ahead, perhaps sharing such distaste for what only unseasoned fools set out to be.
The enemies ahead were easy, she felt her size would be a dead give away to have her do any stealth, but she found that Ke'undar was just about her size, perhaps larger. And she approached the sentries, collapsible energy sword still unsheathed but off. Each could take out one easily. It was a matter of quick execution. She pointed and whispered into the comm. "Do it quiet, and quick. Nothing flashy..." she felt the last part was well needed after such an idiotic display of attempted dominance.
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Scorch
Padawan
"Huh...I wonder if we'll get time off..."
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Post by Scorch on Apr 29, 2015 23:47:47 GMT
Scorch sighed. As per usual, non-cloned soldier's never understood the need to find meaning in the existence of a being only bred to march forth, and die. Scorch stretched a tad bit, then he closed his fist, making sure his wrist blade was still active. The blade extended with a silently whispered 'schlink' then retracted with just as much of a silent noise. He inched his head behind the cover he was using, peeked out to the security team, then smiled. He turned to the trio and looked them over.
"Obviously, tall dark and shiny here is going to attract a lot of attention. And General's cloaking might be helpful... But those bugs are going to notice the sound of gun shots or blasters...Not exactly quiet." He was talking more to himself than the trio.
"Hey Sev... you still remember how to do the rock game...?" He tapped his helmet gingerly and lightly. Doing his best not to create to much noise. If everything was going to go about how they needed, no sound would be delivered at all. Though the constant firefights were close, the droids protecting the artillery would notice the noise of fire fighting this close to the encampment. Which would mean they'd be on guard for not just this encampment, but all the other one's that Commando's were supposed to go and take out.
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