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[Jagson]

Red Legion Base Ford deep in the forests of the planet Hasin. Outer rim

"This is Garella with Galaxy News Network." A female Sullustan said through a translater. "We recently got word that the terrorists were dealt a major blow on the Ice World of Hoth. It is unclear at this time but one thing is for certain we will soon be able to sleep easily at night." She said giving her people's form of a smile.

Jaq rolled his eyes as he turned the holovid off. "Propaganda bantha spit." He muttered as he looked over some stone tablets he "secured" during Bravo Companies last mission. Next to him was a translator with words of the ancient language of an extinct people.

"Bravo Company." The Raspy voice of the Old Man said through the speakers. "Get your hides to the briefing room. We have a job." Jaq put his stuff away and started to walk to the briefing room.

 

[holyman1998]

Quillin was laying on her back on her cot, typing in her holojournal yet another "diary entry" in her native language. She could've written it in basic a long time ago, but she's had a diary like this since she was a little kid, and it helps her cope with her past.

"Let's see..." She rolled her brown eyes as she thought about her last mission. "We went to a really cold planet, took some old stone tablets, and now I'm just as bored as ever. You'd think after several years in the organization that saved my life-"

"GET YOUR HIDES TO THE BRIEFING ROOM, WE HAVE A JOB"

Quillin perked her eyes open as she looked annoyed. She was going to take a nap after this but I guess the boss has other plans. Putting her holojournal away, Quillin got out of bed and adjusted her clothes before walking off to the briefing room with her eyes rolled off to the side.

"And we just got back from a mission too..."

 

[Neuro Vampire]

“I wonder if anyone thinks I am crazy from going out there without any cold weather gear.” Jace commented about the most recent mission.

He thought this aloud as he meditated. Except his meditation is currently behind done in a hand stand. His hand stand was more of two finger stand as his whole body is upside down balanced on the middle two fingers of one hand. He did this in the privacy of his quarters because he found his physically intensive meditation invited too much attention. He did not want to seem like a show off. This is just part of the Matukai training regime which he must keep up to maintain his power.



He landed on his feet as he heard the announcement summoning them to the briefing room. He quickly slipped out of his simple shirt and shorts into his blue combat jumpsuit. He strapped on the metallic spaulders and gave a few wiggles to make sure they’re firmly in place. He approached the door of his room and stopped. He turned around and extended a hand towards his wan shen currently covered completely in weight bandages. The 2 meter long polearm flew over to him as he pulled it using the force. He exited his room and heading towards the briefing room. He could see someone had already left ahead of him not sure if there was more people in front of even that person.

 

[watershipdown45]

In the deep forests of the planet Hasin, the Red Legion's base, known as Red Legion Base Ford, stood like a sentinel against the outer rim's uncertainties. Gronak, a hulking Gamorrean with an imposing presence, was a well-known member of the Red Legion. The saying went, "You can take the boar out of Gamorr, but never the Gamorr out of the boar." It described him perfectly.

Gronak's days were filled with constant patrols around the base, his vibro-ax always at the ready. His home planet, Gamorr, was no stranger to ceaseless tribal warfare, and that had left its mark on him. He was never "officially" assigned to patrol duty, yet he had taken it upon himself. His ceaseless vigilance made everyone uneasy, but they also felt undeniably safe in his presence. Did this Gamorrean warrior ever sleep?

The memories of the last mission barely occupied Gronak's thoughts. It had been a success, and that was all that mattered. He had been given the task of carrying some stone tablets, but he didn't mind. If the orders came, he'd carry a whole Star Destroyer, such was his unwavering loyalty.

"GET YOUR HIDES TO THE BRIEFING ROOM, WE HAVE A JOB!" The Old Man's voice boomed, calling Bravo team to attention. Gronak, in the midst of his customary patrol, was close enough to be the first to respond. He let out a resounding squeal to signal his presence. Thanks to the enhancements he had undergone, Gronak could speak basic, but he reserved it for utility. His heart belonged to the primitive boar-language of his people, a testament to his fierce identity and unwavering determination.

 

[ThAtGuY101]

A green aura filled the air within the room Koxa was in. He hummed a mantra over and over repeatedly. He oftentime would use his free time to meditate or read from his magick tome.

"GET YOUR HIDES TO THE BRIEFING ROOM, WE HAVE A JOB!"

As Kosa heard this, he clenched his fists, and slowly descended to the bench below him. A few moments later, he got up and walked out of the room. Koxa wasn't dressed properly to go to a cold planet, but he did not care, for he would endure. He tucked his double daggers under his clothes and his bow in his belt. Ready to see what the old one wanted.

Koxa glanced around the room. Several Red Legionnaires had already arrived. The red haired boy, the matukai, the twi'lek, and the gamorrean were present. Koxa quietly took his seat and interlocked his fingers, elbows on the table and chin resting on his hands.

 

[Jagson]

Jaq made his way to the briefing room and saw that the Old Man wasn't there. Seeing he was alone he took out his data pad and looked at the tablets.

It was from an extinct language. As he continued to try and translate it a shiver ran down his spine. He turned to look at the door moments before it opened. The Old Man walked in. He wore what looked like Old Republic Mandalorian Armor with a red slash going from the arm diagonally to the thigh section of the armor. He had what looked like what those cultists used. A metal cylinder with a rancor tooth on its end on his right hip beside a slugthrower and a blaster on his other hip.

Walking in tandem with the Old Man was an imperial officer. No older than thirty looking like he never saw any real combat. On the other side was a female Cathar dressed all in black with a cape.

Jaq moved his hand to his blaster as he looked at her. She oozed evil and there was something familiar about her but he couldn't place it.

"Have a seat." The old man said to Bravo Company.

 

[holyman1998]

Quillin gulped and took a seat next to the Zabrak, keeping eye contact with the Old Man. She could still remember the day he took her in, the day he helped her escape that abusive family on Coruscant. He was like a father figure to the Twi'lek. But that was years upon years ago, and she has a mission to do...

 

[watershipdown45]

As soon as Bravo Company took their seats, Gronak, ever the vigilant soldier, scanned the room like a sentry. His pig-like eyes darted across the assembly, assessing the crowd as he took in the diverse mix of officers and soldiers.

However, his attention was swiftly drawn to a new pair of arrivals. Walking in tandem with the Old Man was a young imperial officer, looking as though he had never seen the harsh realities of combat. The crisp uniform he wore marked him as an Imperial elite, and though he might have lacked battle scars, the weight of the Empire rested heavily upon him. Gronak couldn't help but respect the might represented by that uniform, as he did with all signs of strength in its many forms. The young officer had something to him, even if it wasn't the battle-hardened experience Gronak valued.

In the periphery of his vision, Gronak caught sight of a female Cathar dressed all in black, her presence masked in mystery and intrigue. However, his primary focus was on the young Imperial officer, and his broad, tusked grin hinted at the admiration he felt for the authority represented by the officer's uniform.

When the Old Man uttered a command, Gronak felt torn. He would have preferred to stand guard by the door, to protect and defend. But a simple yet firm "have a seat" from the Old Man compelled him to take his place at the table. Gronak, loyal and disciplined, respected the orders of his superior officers and reluctantly settled into his chair. Despite his apparent disappointment at being seated, his posture remained vigilant, and his focus never wavered.

 

[Jagson]

The imperial had his nose up as he looked down at the Legionairs. "I am Rear Admiral Octavius Trafalger. The Great Emperor has asked for your help in dealing with this Rebel Alliance." He said sneering the last words. "For too long they have scurried from place to place like the Vermin they are. And now that they were dealt a major blow they are weakened. The Emperor wants Hoth to be the last that anyone will hear of them." He pressed a button and showed a solar system with nine planets three of which were glowing. "Our informant has placed their high command on one of these three planets in the Manios System. You and the rest of your hired guns will assault this no name planet. And once you find them you'll give the coordinates to me. My people will end it." He said before looking at the Cathar. "Because of some wizard in the rebel ranks Tenth sister will accompany you."

She looks at the Legionairs her eyes stopping on Jace than on Jaq. A shiver ran down Jaq's spine "Stay our of my way and you will live." She said her voice hotty and full of ego

"Attack my men and you die." The Old Man said coldly and calm.

 

[ThAtGuY101]

As Koxa sat there, he heard the old man speak, and leaned back in his seat. Giving a slight glance over at the twi'lek briefly before shifting his attention over towards what was most likely the group's favorite pig man. Then the rear admiral spoke. Their goal was to attack some rebels. They weren't fighting for any cause the Koxa cared for so it meant little to him.

Koxa had no love for the empire or the rebellion force, but if one paid well, now he was in business. Koxa did not care for this tenth sister either. He didn't like jedi or sith. The sooner they dealt with their targets, the better. Koxa had nothing to say to the hot-headed tenth sister. Instead turning to look at the old man whom wasn't going to let such commentary lie unchallenged. Koxa knew he could have said something, but decided to stay reserved for now. Don't let them know your next move.

 

[watershipdown45]

Gronak's eyes fixated on the Tenth Sister, the Cathar, as she entered the room. The moment he saw her gaze upon his battle-family, the Bravo Team, without a hint of respect, he couldn't hold back a low, guttural squeal of disapproval. Clutching the hilt of his vibro-ax under the table, he felt the urge to confront her, but he knew better than to escalate things recklessly.

As the Old Man, their leader, controlled the room, Gronak positioned himself in a way that he could swiftly rise to defend his comrades if things took a turn for the worse. The tension in the room was palpable, and the Gamorrean was ready to act in an instant should the need arise.

 

[holyman1998]

Quillin gulped as she mentally digested her mission. Being sent out to kill some rebels on a far off planet, for the empire, while working with a Cathar Inquisitor. Working for the empire made her sick, it reminded her of her adoptive parents, it reminded her of Coruscant, but it was a mission and she had to do it. She glanced over to Koxa, fear in her eyes...

"Those damn imperials give me the chills. It's not another cold planet, is it?" She whispered to the Zabrak. "I'm still a bit shivery from our trip to Hoth..."

 

[Neuro Vampire]

Jade was one of the last to enter the briefing room missing the pre briefing banter. His eyebrows raised as he saw Imperials, of all people, enter the briefing room. His muscles reflexively tensed due to having lived on Yanibar where the Empire is bitterly hated as much as the Jedi. Even worse they brought an Inquisitor, which made him tighten his grip on his wan shen. They’ll sense each other for sure, he just wondered if the Inquisitor will react.

A wizard amongst the rebels they say? Means there’s probably a Jedi or something with them. This could get real messy if they have more than one. Sometimes Jedi have a habit of multiplying like bad infestation. Then came the threat from the Inquisitor and the rebuke from the Old Man.

Jace observed the Tenth Sister’s threat put his allies on edge. He is grateful for their support. He also understood in the event this goes south and she attack his family, it’s his job to engage her in close combat. If he cannot defeat her, he must hold her back so they can finish her off. That is his duty as a force sensitive Red Legionnaire.

 

[Jagson]

The tenth sister hissed at the Old Man. "Don't speak so fervently you worthless mer..." Her words were cut off as the Old Man's fist made contact with her stomach. The rear Admiral pulled out his blaster only for the old man and Jaq to aim at him. "We are doing this job for you Empire. That doesn't mean we serve you or that you can talk down to my people. Now leave." The old man said lowering his slug thrower.

The Admiral gulped and ran out with the inqusitor limping behind him. The old man looked at Bravo Company. "What are you all staring at? Get ready. We leave in thirty."

 

[watershipdown45]

The prospect of a potential fight would make Gronak's stomach growl in anticipation. The idea of a skirmish made his mouth water with the hunger of a hearty battle, but much to his chagrin, the encounter had been diffused. He was left with an unsatisfied hunger for combat. It didn't care the who the battle was with, it could have been his own grandmother sow back on Gamorr, he just loved to duke it out.

"What are you all staring at? Get ready. We leave in thirty." The Old Man Said - A surprised squeal came out like a record scratch. 'Stop daydreaming, only babies dream.' He thought.

Preparing for the mission was a different ordeal altogether. Gronak would grumble and snort under his breath. His Gamorrean physiology, adapted to the warm climate of Gamorr, made him particularly sensitive to the freezing temperatures of Hoth. The bulky cold-weather gear he had to put on felt like a straightjacket, and the Gamorrean was often seen tugging and adjusting the layers as if trying to get a boar into a tuxedo.

Despite his fearsome appearance, Gronak's grimaces and annoyed grunts at the discomfort of the cold served as a reminder that even a seasoned warrior like himself had a soft spot for certain things - he did not want to end up as a frozen ham for some Wampa's dinner.

 

[ThAtGuY101]

Koxa let out an audible groan as the situation escalated to physical violence. Between the banter between the tenth sister and the old man. Then now Jaq and the old man both had guns pointed at the rear admiral? This would be a hairy fight. Even if they killed the admiral, they still had the inquisitor to deal with, but there was the rest of Bravo company skilled and capable. Though killing the tenth sister wasn't exactly a practical idea either since they weren't going to get paid for it, and they'd have to deal with the imperial navy.

There was too many of them to make an enemy out of without an equally worthwhile reward. Koxa doubted the rebellion had such funds.

Koxa could see the look in Gronak's eyes and knew he was itching for a fight. Though perhaps he was simply hungry, that boy could put food away.

"What are you all staring at? Get ready. We leave in thirty."

"Hmph." Koxa glared at the old man, then silently got up. Inquisitor or not, the old man was right. They had thirty minutes to be ready. Koxa already had the things he needed, so he stood up, arms on his hips.

"Ready as I'm gonna get" Koxa said approaching the doorway, but smart enough not to completely turn away from the inquisitor woman.

 

[Jagson]

CT-2890 Murphy prepped the Y-9 Raptor for take off. The old Clone watched as Bravo Company started to pile into his ship. His job was to bring Bravo Company to their cruiser than bring them down to the planet.

Jaq was in his full red armor and took a seat on the troop transport. He took out his riffle and started messing with it too make sure it didn't jam on him. He looked up at the company as they filed in. Delta Company was made up of four teams of five. He was apart of team three with the Twi'lik Zabrack, and Boar as well as the warrior Monk

 

[Neuro Vampire]

If anyone had been watching Jace they would have seen his feet blur into a stance ready to pounce as the Old Man punched the Tenth Sister. The wrapping on his wan shen briefly started to undo itself as blasters were drawn. The scene came to halt and didn’t escalate so the wrapping would seem to fix itself as the tension left Jace’s body.

Jace went straight to transport when promoted by the Old Man to get moving. He was first person aboard after Murphy. He watched as Jaq came and sat in the Team Three section of the transport.

As he watched Jaq tinker with his weapons, Jace felt gratitude for being a melee fighter.
Moreover, gratitude for being a melee fighter with a force imbued weapon. He did not have to do function checks on his wan shen. He just needed to interface with the force within his weapon to discern an issues with it.

“Jaq, I am almost positive that Inquisitor intends to come after us. The Empire is one thing but the Sith are another. Those who have fully fallen to such darkness, aren’t the most trustworthy. Betrayal is in their doctrine. At least, that’s what I learned on Yanibar.” Jace said ( Jagson )

 

[Jagson]

Jaq looked up at Jace. He frowned not in annoyance but agreement. "I know. Ever since she came around I've been having a bad feeling about her." He moved on to his pistol. He saw said inqusitor walk in growl at them before taking a seat.

"We need to keep an eye on her. Put her down when she turns." He said glancing over to her. He took out his data pad which had the tablets written down. "Have you ever heard of a Ajunta Pall before?" He said handing Jace the data pad.

 

[ThAtGuY101]

Koxa sat calmly in meditative posture. As he always did. Very few things phased him. Koxa's weapons remained hidden and holstered. He held a small orb in both hands and quietly muttered a few phrases under his breath.

"Hmph. Jedi or sith, makes little difference. Both carry lightsabers and impose their will on those around them. Though given our current situation, you may be right about this one" Koxa said referring to the tenth sister.

Koxa did not give the inquisitor any attention as she walked in. It did nobody any good poking the bear. Koxa didn't know anyone by the name Ajunta Pall. It must have been a jedi or something. Lucily the question was asked to the monk and not himself.

 

[holyman1998]

Watching the Old Man smack that tenth sister made her chuckle, but Quillin had a job to do. Getting up and packing her supplies, she made her way to the ship, taking her seat next to Jace. She took out her two Westar blasters and polished them with some cloth.

 

[watershipdown45]

Gronak, the hulking Gamorrean, was far from thrilled as he prepared for the harsh conditions of Hoth. His wide, tusked face displayed discomfort, knowing that his robust Gamorrean physiology wouldn't be well-suited for the icy world. Normally, he would be the first to board the vessel, but today, he dragged his feet and loaded up a massive pack of food. Mostly meat. This wasn't your standard rations; Gronak was determined to keep his 'bottomless pit' satisfied with a feast fit for the whole planet of Gamorr.

He filled his pack with a variety of foods, including smoked sausages, slabs of roasted meat, and even a few bottles of Gamorrean ale. Gronak had a voracious appetite, and he intended to make sure he wouldn't go hungry on Hoth. The pack was so large that it took some effort to secure it, but Gronak knew he needed to be prepared.

As he approached the Y-9 Raptor, a familiar voice chimed in. CT-2890 Murphy, a surviving clone of Clone Wars, couldn't resist making a joke on Gronak's expense. "Hey there, Gronak, you bringing the whole kitchen with you?" he quipped with a grin, attempting to lighten the mood. Gronak, however, didn't find it funny at all, and he squealed in displeasure. Waving him off with a stiff arm.

Without missing a beat he tried to reassure his Gamorrean companion. "Oh, cheer up, big fella," he said with a friendly pat on Gronak's massive shoulder. "I just wanted to raise your spirits up before they're frozen off." The off-color joke about his piggy privates did manage to make Gronak grin.

The two shared a camaraderie, and despite their differences, they had formed a bond. Gronak settled into a seat on the Y-9 Raptor, which was arguably too small for his immense size. He squirmed uncomfortably in his thermal wear, which seemed to be designed for someone much more human-sized than him, and shot a glance at his comrades as if to say, "What are you all looking at?"

 

[Neuro Vampire]

Jace was so perplexed that the Inquisitor is riding with them that he almost missed Jaq’s question. They cannot afford to come to violence aboard such a small craft while in flight. Best to not provoke one because who knows if she’s willing to sacrifice herself to kill them all. Jaq’s words about keep an eye on her and putting her down when the time comes almost seemed like thoughts within his own head. Probably because he was already thinking it and just got outside confirmation he is not overreacting.

Jace responded to Jaq’s inquiry about Arjunta Pall after what would seem like legitimate input lag. “That’s an incredibly old name of some sith or Jedi from forever ago. That’s about it for what I know.” Jace replied. Jagson

Jace turned to all a after his statement about Jedi and Sith. “You’re not wrong. Honestly their force traditions have been a net negative on force sensitivity as a whole. They might have had more powerful people but to be honest all those people were already strong with the force. The true measure of a success if the ability to turn nothing into something.” Jace responded to Koxa. ThAtGuY101

 

[Jagson]

Jaq looked at Koxa. "I agree the Jedi became dogmatic and domineering near the end of their time. If they hadn't turned on the republic .... If that truly happened. They would've eventually turned on each other. And who knows how bad that would've ended." He said. "Atleast that's the conclusion I came to when looking at my bio father's notes. Among other things." He said his hand thumbing through the data pad.

He saw the Boar and smiled. "Do you need an extra seat for your food." He said teasingly with a wide childish smile on his face. Of course he knew when stuff got real the two of them would have each other's back.

 

[watershipdown45]

Gronak, the Gamorrean, looked at Jaq with suspicion then a hardy porcine laugh. His bulky frame barely fit into the seat, and his thermal wear made him look even more massive. Jaq's playful remark about needing an extra seat for Gronak's food brought a rare, genuine smile to the Gamorrean's face.

Gronak had been a loyal comrade for Jaq and the rest of Bravo. Gronak had reminded Jaq a time or two when he had saved Jaq during an ambush by grabbing him and enduring blaster shots to his back. However, their journey had been far from perfect. Gronak's lack of stealth and his voracious appetite often led to trouble, both on and off the battlefield, forcing Jaq to bail him out numerous times. Yet, Gronak's immense strength had proven invaluable; having a walking forklift around had its advantages.

Gronuk's laugh served as a profound reminder of the trauma that had been etched into Gronak's life. The Empire commissioned a scientist by the name of Dr. Tuzin Gast, o provide intelligent and loyal nonhuman spies through genetic and chemical therapies. Thiis enabled Gronak to communicate in Basic, a language so foreign to the vocal capabilities of all Gamorreans.

Gronak's gruff voice, now able to articulate Basic, responded in a somewhat broken and boarish manner. He struggled with the words, but the message was clear. "Gronak no share! Nice try, Jaq. Comrade Jaq will just have to starve to death in the cold." As he spoke, his grip on his precious food supply tightened even further. Threats of serious death and calamity was as close to joking as the big Gamorrean could get.

The trauma of gaining this ability was evident in Gronak's eyes, and even though it was useful, it came at a heavy cost. The reminder of Dr. Gast's experiments and the unnatural changes it had wrought upon him was always lurking in the background. Jagson