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Norman cracked a grin when smiles finally chimed in. "Ah, but if we do it right there will be no dead period. But... then again when was the last time that happened? The tail-heads like fighting too vaping much." Norman was simply transmitting through the outward speakers on the helmet. There wasn't much point in only talking through the comms right now anyways. He let go of the hand holds and headed to the back of the transport and opened up one of the boxes that his equipment was usually kept in. He reached in and pulled out three drop poppers and attached them to his belt. The chances of them fighting droids here or atleast any military grade ones were near non-exsistant. But it didn't matter, he couldn't let it happen again... never again. He zoned out for a moment as he closed the box and grabbed onto it as the ship rocked again. All the flying was beginning to bother Norman. He had spent nearly his entire tour on Felucia on the ground. The only time he had gotten to fly was when he came and when he left, though there were certainly less body bags on these flights.

He stood up again and began to make his way to one of the few seats on the craft. Sitting down next to Smiles knowing that it would bother her atleast a little. He sat rifle across his lap and finally letting go of the firm grip he had on it and faced the barrel the opposite way of Smiles's rifle just to make sure they didn't bump each other. "Hey boss I forgot to ask you. Were you there on Geonosis when we first invaded it?"
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He can still be greenie even if he's only been on a few missions.


As long as there wasn't combat. The point of being a greenhorn is that we still have to pop your cherry.
BAULDER CRAVES ELECTROLYTES.
"Remember, this isn't Felucia." Norman muttered this under his breath to himself as he finished packing his bandolier with extra ammo for his non-standard rifle. That was the downside he supposed to keeping the DLT-20. He couldn't simply pick up the dead rookie's ammo. Well not that any had died in awhile. On Felucia things were... different to here. The natives actually had the sense to surrender and the rookie's lasted longer than a day. He exhaled sharply at the idea of how different this outfit was. No constant stream of troops, non-fluid squad setups, and most of all food. He stopped for a second before putting his bandolier around himself. He remembered the taste and the texture of that fungus they were forced to eat. It made him gag and he continued with resting the top of the bandolier on his free shoulder and placing the bottom at his other hip. The transport shook which sent Norman's hand out infront of him to steady himself.

He grabbed the blaster rifle firmly and felt magnatomic adhesion grip return to his hand. He sometimes wondered who the detached hand was of that he pulled the rifle from. Maybe it was an officer, a marksmen, or even a clone. Raising himself from the ground with his free hand he brought it to the mag release and checked it twice just to make sure the cartridge would drop if he found himself in a suppressing situation. That happened quite a bit when the B1 groups showed up. Most of them would just march straight into their field of fire, he would often lose count of how many shots they put down range when they showed up. After quickly checking the sight he raised his hand up above him and grabbed the hand holds coming down from the ceiling. It only took him a moment to realize that he had forgot something. The new helmet they had given him when he joined the squad. His old one had the visor smashed out and a deep scar in it, nerf herding natives using primitive weapons.

He crouched back down and with his free hand grabbed the helmet by the chin and brought it down over his head. He made sure to not touch the mic with his chin as he brought it down. He set it on then lightly hit the top of the helmet with his closed fist to make sure it formed a proper seal. This place wasn't Felucia hot but it was still hellish. After standing back up again he regripped the hand holds dangling from the ceiling and noticed the clone changing the days without incident number.

"You should change that to days without dead greenies. Better metric." Norman said over the comms. After he undepressed the comm button and then chuckled slightly to himself in his helmet.
I love it when a plan dosen't come together.
Tacticus started staring off at the grey metal wall as the cabal checked their gear for the final time and gave what they all assumed would be their final words to each other. They were all preparing themselves to die at this point but Tacticus thought there had to be a better way to do this. He began to wonder if the interceptors were even going to be of any use to... he stopped for a second. The blood rushed to his face as he came up with an idea. He dropped his shotgun and ran over to Sura who was still studying the map. Before Sura managed to get a word out Cactus blurted out "I may have figured out a way that does not involve us all dying."

Sura looked at Cactus as if she was waiting for him to say something. It him a moment to pick up on this but when he did he quickly went into idea. "The interceptors that are also docked with the station that we were planning to take anyways? We could just grab them first instead and use them to kill all the hostiles. We don't need to worry about air as after a couple of seconds the shields will fill in the holes we just made. I assume either RK or Avatar can fly one of them and since they're machines they should just be able to fly the interceptors remotely. Obviously we would need a way to get them past the mercs and the milita but that shouldn't be the hardest thing ever since the Geth has a cloak. We also still have access to the lights which we could again use to help mask their approach. If that isn't good enough we can try to make a diversion at the left door here." Tacticus said pointing to the left door on the map that Sura was still holding up. "Either this spares us all or most of us. But it's better than us trying to fight our way through superior numbers."

Sura was visibly surprised for a moment and took a second to think about it. "That might work... we would need to talk Avatar and the other AI into it but... it might work." She raised her left hand to her mandibles for a second to think and then turned to the geth. "Well would you be willing to put your "body" on the line like that Avatar. We'll try to cause a diversion at the other door and give you the best chance of not being seen unless someone else has a better idea."
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Damn it Elite!!! Passed you net troubles to CQ!!!


We may need to start sacrificing cattle.
I unfortunately do not have wifi atm and I'm unsure how long I will not have it for. I will post if I'm able today.
@Austronaut your picture no works. Also when are we expecting to get the ball rolling down the hill of oppresion?
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.

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