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Baulder wiped the sweet from his brow as he finally said "And that... is all John. I'll see you again soon." The imp whimpered as he brought the kukari down and embedded it into the it's head. There was a little bit of splatter of the imp's warm blood on his face before he ceased to exist in this world. Baulder fell to the ground exhausted and grinning. After he was finally brought back to the infirmary by Annabeth several days ago there had been a golem which kept him there for the next day so that he was unable to hurt himself again. After he was finally allowed to leave he was able to attend a couple of the classes he had been given. He had been mostly given reading material by Tyrael as he seemed to be much more interested in forging weapons for the upcoming feast then teaching him. Not wanting to go against the demon he had been quite studious in his reading. He had finished one of the several books assigned to him but it was mostly about "respecting your summon". He managed to pick up out of the book how to will the demon into existence and more interestingly to Baulder how to control it.
He figured out rather quickly that it had no reason to really obey him other than through sheer threat of banishment. The book had suggested naming the demon and it gave several examples of names. Being not terribly imaginative he combined two of the names. He had decided to call the imp John Cena. Most of the examples in the book were single names to call it by but he thought it weird that most people he had met at the college had two names, so he gave the imp something to make him seem like the people he had met. The demon teacher had mentioned something about training his imp to do things. He had mostly been trying to get it to not run away from him. This had the added benifit of allowing him to practice with the weapons Tyrael had given him as reward for bringing back the lobsters. Baulder for the life of him could not figure out how to use both at the same time and had taken up just chopping up the demon every time is ran away.
However, all the summoning he was doing would eventually force him to take breaks as he ran out of mage blood. That was atleast explained to him what was happening when he would pass out in the courtyard. He got a little better at pacing himself and ended up practicing with his blade on a tree. Though he was yelled at by some of the herbamancers when he would cut deep gashes into the tree so he eventually had to stop. The previous day one of the guards had taught him how to train without an actual thing to hit. While the concept was beyond strange to him at first he eventually took to swinging his blade in different ways at nothing. He was finally getting a feel for the weapon and how it swung. He had tried using both blades at once on the imp but the only real way he could figure out how to use it was by crossing the blades with the sharp ends facing each other and sliding them across each other in opposite directions. It made cutting off the imp's head fun but he was still doing better just using the one blade to cut up the imp.
Baulder also picked up a basic knowledge of the college's layout when he spent a day following around a golem asking it to take him places. He figured this would be a good thing to know if he was going to be staying here. The more he learned the better off he was he figured. Though Baulder was still confused by the feast. He couldn't figure out why a bunch of people would come here that didn't have magic just to talk. It more than likely didn't help that no one had bothered to explain anything to him other than "It's happening". Frustrated he had turned back to killing his imp repeatedly. He gained an intense satisfaction everytime he found a new way to kill John. It for the most part had stopped fighting him when summoned it as it knew how that would end for it. Even though Baulder was weaker compared to some of the other people at the college he was still stronger than the imp and had earlier been trying to wrestle it to the ground. In his mind this had gone well, though some of the people that passed by him while he did this had made odd noises at him while he did it. He wasn't sure why they seemed to make such nasely noises at him but he thought nothing of it.
Licking the blood from his dry lips and putting his blade back into a stiff knew holster on his side that Tyrael had also given to him. He took his hand to his face and tried to wipe the blood off but didn't do so to great effect as it mostly smeared the demon blood on him. Giving out a noise of satisfaction he turned to go back to the room he had been given when a golem stopped him and spoke."Find Khan and make sure he's taking his medicine." Baulder laughed immediately to the point of crying when he heard the high pitch voice come from the large rock monster. He managed to choke out a "Can be done!" before the golem wandered off to wherever it had come from. Not having anything else to do he headed off to find Khan. After taking his time to laugh at the people setting up for the people setting up for the feast and the arriving outsiders Baulder eventually found his way to Khan's room. Well he atleast thought it was his room. He tried to push the door open but quickly found out that it wouldn't budge. Not knowing what else to do he banged on the door and began yelling "Hey! Are you taking your medicine in there? Is this the right place? Does a Khan live here?
He figured out rather quickly that it had no reason to really obey him other than through sheer threat of banishment. The book had suggested naming the demon and it gave several examples of names. Being not terribly imaginative he combined two of the names. He had decided to call the imp John Cena. Most of the examples in the book were single names to call it by but he thought it weird that most people he had met at the college had two names, so he gave the imp something to make him seem like the people he had met. The demon teacher had mentioned something about training his imp to do things. He had mostly been trying to get it to not run away from him. This had the added benifit of allowing him to practice with the weapons Tyrael had given him as reward for bringing back the lobsters. Baulder for the life of him could not figure out how to use both at the same time and had taken up just chopping up the demon every time is ran away.
However, all the summoning he was doing would eventually force him to take breaks as he ran out of mage blood. That was atleast explained to him what was happening when he would pass out in the courtyard. He got a little better at pacing himself and ended up practicing with his blade on a tree. Though he was yelled at by some of the herbamancers when he would cut deep gashes into the tree so he eventually had to stop. The previous day one of the guards had taught him how to train without an actual thing to hit. While the concept was beyond strange to him at first he eventually took to swinging his blade in different ways at nothing. He was finally getting a feel for the weapon and how it swung. He had tried using both blades at once on the imp but the only real way he could figure out how to use it was by crossing the blades with the sharp ends facing each other and sliding them across each other in opposite directions. It made cutting off the imp's head fun but he was still doing better just using the one blade to cut up the imp.
Baulder also picked up a basic knowledge of the college's layout when he spent a day following around a golem asking it to take him places. He figured this would be a good thing to know if he was going to be staying here. The more he learned the better off he was he figured. Though Baulder was still confused by the feast. He couldn't figure out why a bunch of people would come here that didn't have magic just to talk. It more than likely didn't help that no one had bothered to explain anything to him other than "It's happening". Frustrated he had turned back to killing his imp repeatedly. He gained an intense satisfaction everytime he found a new way to kill John. It for the most part had stopped fighting him when summoned it as it knew how that would end for it. Even though Baulder was weaker compared to some of the other people at the college he was still stronger than the imp and had earlier been trying to wrestle it to the ground. In his mind this had gone well, though some of the people that passed by him while he did this had made odd noises at him while he did it. He wasn't sure why they seemed to make such nasely noises at him but he thought nothing of it.
Licking the blood from his dry lips and putting his blade back into a stiff knew holster on his side that Tyrael had also given to him. He took his hand to his face and tried to wipe the blood off but didn't do so to great effect as it mostly smeared the demon blood on him. Giving out a noise of satisfaction he turned to go back to the room he had been given when a golem stopped him and spoke."Find Khan and make sure he's taking his medicine." Baulder laughed immediately to the point of crying when he heard the high pitch voice come from the large rock monster. He managed to choke out a "Can be done!" before the golem wandered off to wherever it had come from. Not having anything else to do he headed off to find Khan. After taking his time to laugh at the people setting up for the people setting up for the feast and the arriving outsiders Baulder eventually found his way to Khan's room. Well he atleast thought it was his room. He tried to push the door open but quickly found out that it wouldn't budge. Not knowing what else to do he banged on the door and began yelling "Hey! Are you taking your medicine in there? Is this the right place? Does a Khan live here?
Appearance: 
Name: Harold, Norman D.
Identification/Serial Number: FB- 2758
Rank: Corporal
Role: Riflemen
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Nickname: "Stormin' Norman" D.
Psychological Analysis: Apon leaving the academy Norman could be described as eager and disciplined, ready to serve the galactic empire. However, his stationing on Felucia during the final reclamation of the the planet which began with end of the clone wars turned him into a less disciplined trooper but much more resilient and effective one. His relatively short time of eight months saw Norman passed between seven different squads and put together with greener and greener recruits being thrown into the maw that was that brutal planet. While still intensely loyal to the empire Norman will not hesitate to break regulations if it means him surviving a little bit longer. While he was reprimanded several times and given a psych evaluation it was determined he no longer cares for indigenous people nor new recruits. He was deemed fit for service and rotated off world but kept in the outer rim as his attitude is one that imperial commanders like to have in the corps. He severely distrusts droids, recruits, and any of those not within the imperial hierarchy due to his time on Felucia.
Military Record: Norman was born on Coruscant during the Republic just before the on-set of the the Clone wars. As a child most of his time was spent at a boarding school near the senate building. For most of the time he can remember the Clone wars were in full swing and he was fed propaganda relating to the war. He was actually visitng the senate building as part of a school trip when chancellor Palpetine was given full emergency powers by the senate and later watched from his dorm as the jedi temple began smoking. In the time following these events Norman began to aquire an extreme distaste for the jedi and what they stood for. He also gained a fascination for the clone troopers and their distinction in combat.
When he was of age and the stormtrooper corps were opened up to non-clones Norman was the first person he knew to sign up. He was sent to the Academy of Carida for four years and endure brutal training as part of his induction into the corps. While he didn't graduate at the top of his class he was in the upper percentiles. For his early years of duty he saw little combat as he was station aboard a star destroyer in the core worlds. While this time is relatively of little note in comparison to his service on Felucia the star destroyer he was serving aboard was disabled by a explosion of unknown origin. It is speculated that the pacification of the ship was actually sabotage but no one in his platoon ever actually found out.
After the relatively uneventful stationing on the star destroyer his platoon was redeployed to Felucia to assist in a campaign against a reactivated series droid factories. It turned out that the factories could not be remotely deactivated due to the signal blocking properties of the indigenous mushrooms. The droids were the same that were fought during the clone wars and were thus reading all stormtroopers and those nearing the facility as the clone troopers they were made to fight. While all the troops were equipped with modern weapons and armor the equipment and vehicles were all surplus left over from the original clone siege of the planet. The most notable equipment was the now obsolete AT-TE's which their platoon was given several of as well as a plethora of "droid popper" EMP grenades. The initial attack which was supposed to take a week and knock out the B2 droid production was quickly stretched into a month long endevour which resulted in nearly half the platoon being wiped out by constant droid attacks. After being given fresh troops and an attachment of clones the next three months would play out relatively the same. The biggest change was however apon the second deployment against the droids when the indigenous peoples began participating in raids on the at this point several company sized assault.
Managing to make it out of all of these assaults by the skin of his teeth and the subsequent quelling of an uprising by Felcuians Norman was rotated off the planet but not before gaining his nick name. When the now near full recruit platoon was nearing the end of it's deployment they were sent into a set of villages to seize any weapons the aliens might have. Norman was always the first stormtrooper into the town and the first one into a building clearing it out. He was reprimanded for "storming" off ahead of the main force. The nickname stuck for the remainder of the deployment and he was then given a prompt psychological evaluation after his service there. It was decided that while still fit for duty he should be moved away from his current platoon given his disdain for the new guys that now filled the platoon.
Equipment: Stormtrooper Armor - Orange left shoulder Pauldron
DLT-20A blaster rifle (given to him during time on Felcuia out of necessity.)
SE-14r Sidearm
"Droid poppers" Electro Magnetic Pulse grenade
Occasionally a backpack with extra ammo for the squad.
Name: Harold, Norman D.
Identification/Serial Number: FB- 2758
Rank: Corporal
Role: Riflemen
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Nickname: "Stormin' Norman" D.
Psychological Analysis: Apon leaving the academy Norman could be described as eager and disciplined, ready to serve the galactic empire. However, his stationing on Felucia during the final reclamation of the the planet which began with end of the clone wars turned him into a less disciplined trooper but much more resilient and effective one. His relatively short time of eight months saw Norman passed between seven different squads and put together with greener and greener recruits being thrown into the maw that was that brutal planet. While still intensely loyal to the empire Norman will not hesitate to break regulations if it means him surviving a little bit longer. While he was reprimanded several times and given a psych evaluation it was determined he no longer cares for indigenous people nor new recruits. He was deemed fit for service and rotated off world but kept in the outer rim as his attitude is one that imperial commanders like to have in the corps. He severely distrusts droids, recruits, and any of those not within the imperial hierarchy due to his time on Felucia.
Military Record: Norman was born on Coruscant during the Republic just before the on-set of the the Clone wars. As a child most of his time was spent at a boarding school near the senate building. For most of the time he can remember the Clone wars were in full swing and he was fed propaganda relating to the war. He was actually visitng the senate building as part of a school trip when chancellor Palpetine was given full emergency powers by the senate and later watched from his dorm as the jedi temple began smoking. In the time following these events Norman began to aquire an extreme distaste for the jedi and what they stood for. He also gained a fascination for the clone troopers and their distinction in combat.
When he was of age and the stormtrooper corps were opened up to non-clones Norman was the first person he knew to sign up. He was sent to the Academy of Carida for four years and endure brutal training as part of his induction into the corps. While he didn't graduate at the top of his class he was in the upper percentiles. For his early years of duty he saw little combat as he was station aboard a star destroyer in the core worlds. While this time is relatively of little note in comparison to his service on Felucia the star destroyer he was serving aboard was disabled by a explosion of unknown origin. It is speculated that the pacification of the ship was actually sabotage but no one in his platoon ever actually found out.
After the relatively uneventful stationing on the star destroyer his platoon was redeployed to Felucia to assist in a campaign against a reactivated series droid factories. It turned out that the factories could not be remotely deactivated due to the signal blocking properties of the indigenous mushrooms. The droids were the same that were fought during the clone wars and were thus reading all stormtroopers and those nearing the facility as the clone troopers they were made to fight. While all the troops were equipped with modern weapons and armor the equipment and vehicles were all surplus left over from the original clone siege of the planet. The most notable equipment was the now obsolete AT-TE's which their platoon was given several of as well as a plethora of "droid popper" EMP grenades. The initial attack which was supposed to take a week and knock out the B2 droid production was quickly stretched into a month long endevour which resulted in nearly half the platoon being wiped out by constant droid attacks. After being given fresh troops and an attachment of clones the next three months would play out relatively the same. The biggest change was however apon the second deployment against the droids when the indigenous peoples began participating in raids on the at this point several company sized assault.
Managing to make it out of all of these assaults by the skin of his teeth and the subsequent quelling of an uprising by Felcuians Norman was rotated off the planet but not before gaining his nick name. When the now near full recruit platoon was nearing the end of it's deployment they were sent into a set of villages to seize any weapons the aliens might have. Norman was always the first stormtrooper into the town and the first one into a building clearing it out. He was reprimanded for "storming" off ahead of the main force. The nickname stuck for the remainder of the deployment and he was then given a prompt psychological evaluation after his service there. It was decided that while still fit for duty he should be moved away from his current platoon given his disdain for the new guys that now filled the platoon.
Equipment: Stormtrooper Armor - Orange left shoulder Pauldron
DLT-20A blaster rifle (given to him during time on Felcuia out of necessity.)
SE-14r Sidearm
"Droid poppers" Electro Magnetic Pulse grenade
Occasionally a backpack with extra ammo for the squad.
Well I mean the Vong would show up shortly after the destruction of the empire and it's highly implied that the emperor knew about them. Things would have certainly gone diffrently for the galaxy had the empire still been around.
Regardless I'm nearly done with a CS so.... glory to the emperor?
Regardless I'm nearly done with a CS so.... glory to the emperor?
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Uhh, have you reached the colony yet? I haven't been keeping in track and that's where my character is.
We'll probably be off the station within this next week if that makes you feel better...
@Freeshooter92 For real though how u wanna do this. If you wanna flip a coin I'll take tails or some shit.
Things began to slow down and fatigue began to set in for everyone as the fighting had been near constant since the ambush. They really needed to leave this place soon before the rebels regrouped and managed pick off each group individually. After picking a piece of shrapnel out of his mandible and making sure the two that had been close enough to the blast to receive concussions were good to go he made his way over to Titus as Sura wanted to know if they could reasonably move the diplomat. It was in the nick of time to as Titus called for someone to help him. He walked by the Turian diplomat still on his feet biting his fingers at the idea of his friend laying on the group dying. Tacticus knelt down next to the Turian women just as she was being rolled over onto her side. "Alright on three I'll yank the tube out. She'll try to claw at the opening in her chest. Keep her from doing that so I can close her up." Tacticus nodded and grabbed the free arm of the diplomat firmly as she struggled to breath. The count down started three...two....one. When he slid out the bloody makeshift tube the diplomat used all of her strength to try and push Tacticus off. Luckily he was much stronger than her and grabbed her other arm as she tried to flail it. She inhaled sharply and was kicking her legs around. Titus quickly went to work applying medi-gel to the inside of her lungs and then to the incision that had been made. Once she started breathing correctly Titus quickly went to work on calming her down. Cactus looked at the scar on her chest and realized that the Quarian had been less than an inch from her heart with that incision. This diplomat could have easily just been killed. Deciding against saying anything Titus informed him he could take care of her and that they could move now if they needed.
Getting up Cactus saw the Human run out the door like he had seen death. He guessed he felt guilty for almost killing multiple of their own people. "Where is he going..." Tacticus said semi aloud. Shortly after that the Asari said she wanted to stay here in this room with the Quarian. If he didn't know better he would have thought that these people wanted to die. He went over to the Geth and the other two gathered around the Quarian now. When the Geth finished telling them what their best chance was and what was likely to happen Cactus chimed in "I somehow don't doubt that they would leave without us, considering he did...again. Look if you guys want to stay here and die that's fine. But we can move the diplomat now and we will be taking the rest of the civies with us to that shuttle. If we have too we can subdue the Human pilot. I... can drive the shuttle."
Sura then walked up behind him. "Guess all that time you should have been sleeping is going to pay off. I don't trust the Human pilot regardless of what happens." She then turned to the rest of the group. "Look, I know that we're tired and want this to be over but we arn't out of here yet. I really hope you three will be on that shuttle with us. Geth, I'm going to assume you like your platform or whatever and want to get out of here to. Quarian, whatever your name is you just saved one of our diplomats and I'm grateful for that. But we do need to move...now." Sura walked away from the group quickly and began barking orders at the rest of the Cabal to get ready to move. Then quickly making her way over to the remaining diplomats and telling them something similar.
"Let's get the hells out of here." Tacticus said as he readied his weapon and then hustled over to the now forming up cabal.
Getting up Cactus saw the Human run out the door like he had seen death. He guessed he felt guilty for almost killing multiple of their own people. "Where is he going..." Tacticus said semi aloud. Shortly after that the Asari said she wanted to stay here in this room with the Quarian. If he didn't know better he would have thought that these people wanted to die. He went over to the Geth and the other two gathered around the Quarian now. When the Geth finished telling them what their best chance was and what was likely to happen Cactus chimed in "I somehow don't doubt that they would leave without us, considering he did...again. Look if you guys want to stay here and die that's fine. But we can move the diplomat now and we will be taking the rest of the civies with us to that shuttle. If we have too we can subdue the Human pilot. I... can drive the shuttle."
Sura then walked up behind him. "Guess all that time you should have been sleeping is going to pay off. I don't trust the Human pilot regardless of what happens." She then turned to the rest of the group. "Look, I know that we're tired and want this to be over but we arn't out of here yet. I really hope you three will be on that shuttle with us. Geth, I'm going to assume you like your platform or whatever and want to get out of here to. Quarian, whatever your name is you just saved one of our diplomats and I'm grateful for that. But we do need to move...now." Sura walked away from the group quickly and began barking orders at the rest of the Cabal to get ready to move. Then quickly making her way over to the remaining diplomats and telling them something similar.
"Let's get the hells out of here." Tacticus said as he readied his weapon and then hustled over to the now forming up cabal.
*looks around*
"Alright we should be good to go by then..." Tacticus was cut off by Ra and the Asari yelling for assistance. He quickly looked over at what was happening and saw all the blood and makeshift tubing sticking out of the other diplomat that they hadn't been sent to protect originally. This was not what they needed right now. More wounded were just going to keep slowing them down. At this rate he didn't know if they'd even get to the humans in time. Cactus was also beginning to feel exhausted from all the fighting, the only thing keeping him alert and on his feet was the constant stream of adrenaline at this point. They had told him that might happen if he was ever locked in extended combat. The solution they had given him in training was to not get into extended combat.
He ran back over and grabbed Titus on the shoulder as he was checking the eye movements of Episia one of the soldier that was near the explosion. "Titus we got an injured diplomat. Looks bad, their draining blood from her lungs."
Titus turned around quickly turned and growled. "Damnit, watch these two they both have minor concussions and some shrapnel in their skin. Take it out patch them up make sure they don't go to sleep. I'll be back for them." Titus slapped Episia on the mandible a couple of times before turning on his heel and going into a run over to the injured diplomat. Tacticus quickly called for Numso and gave him the same information Titus had given him. He began picking metal fragments out of her chest plate and arms most of which had drawn blood, all the while talking to her and attempting to get responses. They both luckily started to come out of their dazed states shortly after but both were having troubles hearing.
"Hey hey hey hey, don't go to sleep on me right now you're almost out of it. Come on just stay awake a few more minutes, you'll be fine soon just stay awake." Tacticus was yelling as he applied medi-gel and Episia started slipping back into a near coma state. Luckily she improved again and Tacticus finished patching her up and just started talking to her. Eventually he talked her onto her feet and found her weapon for her. Confidant she would be ok to go when they moved out, just to be sure though he planned to stay with her till they actually moved and Cactus would move to the front of the group again.
Meanwhile, Sura had approached the Geth with a request. "Avatar if you have accesses to the cameras could you check the corridors around the ambush site? I had one of my cabalists that I lost contact with when we we're ambushed. She's probably dead but I would like to be sure."
He ran back over and grabbed Titus on the shoulder as he was checking the eye movements of Episia one of the soldier that was near the explosion. "Titus we got an injured diplomat. Looks bad, their draining blood from her lungs."
Titus turned around quickly turned and growled. "Damnit, watch these two they both have minor concussions and some shrapnel in their skin. Take it out patch them up make sure they don't go to sleep. I'll be back for them." Titus slapped Episia on the mandible a couple of times before turning on his heel and going into a run over to the injured diplomat. Tacticus quickly called for Numso and gave him the same information Titus had given him. He began picking metal fragments out of her chest plate and arms most of which had drawn blood, all the while talking to her and attempting to get responses. They both luckily started to come out of their dazed states shortly after but both were having troubles hearing.
"Hey hey hey hey, don't go to sleep on me right now you're almost out of it. Come on just stay awake a few more minutes, you'll be fine soon just stay awake." Tacticus was yelling as he applied medi-gel and Episia started slipping back into a near coma state. Luckily she improved again and Tacticus finished patching her up and just started talking to her. Eventually he talked her onto her feet and found her weapon for her. Confidant she would be ok to go when they moved out, just to be sure though he planned to stay with her till they actually moved and Cactus would move to the front of the group again.
Meanwhile, Sura had approached the Geth with a request. "Avatar if you have accesses to the cameras could you check the corridors around the ambush site? I had one of my cabalists that I lost contact with when we we're ambushed. She's probably dead but I would like to be sure."
That's how I read it :/ maybe my fault.
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