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The Beat (Star Wars Stormtroopers RP)

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Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

We ended up with like 3-4 collabs going at any given time. Whoops, I guess I'd give my life not for honor but for you.

Mass Effect: The Face of Injustice

"Better idea Avatar, we'll get in position at the other door and mine it. We'll sit back at the end of the hallway and fire down it. But first take this." Sura said to the machine. She pulled a grenade off her belt and tossed it to the Geth. "When we're ready we'll signal over the comms. When that happens blow your door wait a few seconds and then cut the power. Once the lights go out we'll blow our door and try to coax them out of their positions towards us. If we time it right they won't even have time to see you with any thermals or low light they may have. Turning to Solares Sura finished off the plan. "Your job is going to be to drop anyone you see wearing a helmet first. It should make the AI's jobs easier if no one can see them. Figure that widow of yours can accomplish that." She turned back to her cabal who had all been ready to go for awhile. "Space out any barriers you can into the hallway so we have more firing points than just the corner. Our goal is suppression not necessarily accuracy. You have my permission to do what you need to."

Tacticus and the whole cabal knew what she had just implied to them. He had heard stories of Sura's earlier career in the cabal corp. They had to execute some cowards who had broken when facing a group of Krogans. She repeated that final sentence them whenever she even vaguely mentioned it. Given what she had said about the Humans earlier... they all knew what it meant. Everyone gave off a yessir and stacked up on the hallway and began to file around the corner towards the hallways leading to the lounge. When they got there they all stacked up on the left side Sura gave Tacticus and Numso each a widow mine. With out saying a word she pointed Tacticus to a small alcove and Numso to the door. Since the door was automatic it would only take a couple of seconds to activate so he would have to place the charge down fast. They both nodded to her and jumped into their biotic charges. Tacticus quickly brought the mine up and put it roughly at ankle level in the small alcove and pointed the laser to run across the hallway. If anyone came running down the hall they would trip the mine. He quickly turned catapulted himself back behind the lip of the wall. Seconds later Numso did the same. Taking care to not set off the mine Numso came out of his charge about a foot in the air in an attempt to not blow himself up.

Sura then signaled the Geth over the comms with ping notifying it that they were ready.

The Beat (Star Wars Stormtroopers RP)

Full cheeky banter mode is initializing.

The Beat (Star Wars Stormtroopers RP)

Hmm, still not as bad as Felucia. What were they even protecting at this point. These people were getting rather frisky with them and as far as he could tell that was what they usually did. This place was nothing more than hot dirt and slightly taller mounds of hot dirt. These people hated them and he didn't like them much either. He began to wonder how many credits worth of contraband they would pick up if they sent a proper raid through this bazaar. He smiled at the idea of a full platoon marching through the streets and picking up all the weapons left over from the clone wars and seeing how much of a fight they would be able to put up after that.

All of the tail-heads moving indoors and giving them fearful or even hateful looks was not doing to much to sate his want to wholesale slaughter these pitiful animals. One young twi'lek girl began obviously stowing something behind a counter and rummaging around looking for something. Even the kids were willing to break themselves on the might of the empire, funny. When the clone informed them of a "tail" on them Norman burst out laughing. Apon sarge ordering him to take the rear Stormin turned on his heels and looked straight back at the two cloaked figures and walking backwards at a slightly slower pace so as to eventually end up at the back of the group. He gripped his weapon tighter and put the weapon sideways against his shoulder with his free hand holding the base of the barrel loosely. As he slowly made his way to the back he made sure that the two figures knew he was watching them. "Not even gonna a give me a rookie meat shield ey sarge?" Norman followed up an off comm snicker.

Now at the back of the group he quickened his backward pace to match the group. He then without stopping turned back on his heels forwards and moved towards the left edge of the group so just incase they started taking fire from the rear he could jump into the cover of a stall. That was assuming they missed their opening rounds anyways. "You wouldn't let me get shot now would you Smiles? That would put a real damper on our relationship I think."

The Depths of Deception

I don't even know why people stopped posting. Shit I still use the Sovereignty to right papers in english classes because lol. I have so much lore for a thing I can't/ don't even use it's quite unfortuante. The grand narrative of the crab people will live on in my hardrive!

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Spears are useful tools to have in the heat of a battle.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Baulder & the Posh Orcs

The two orcs looked to each other. On one hand, they didn't really trust this fellow. They didn't even know what his name was and he was inviting them to eat somewhere else? It could be a trap. On the other hand, despite coming from the nation of Torrin, they were not soft aristocrats. They knew how to fight, to defend themselves, and had fought against worse things then this tall human. So the one in red spoke. "What is your name?"

Baulder had turned his head to look at the garbage seemingly come to life and give him a message. Khan talked about Ovak right? Maybe it was the archmage, maybe it was the other psychomancers. He had learned about what each other groups of mages could do. I was one of the few things Tyrael had actually taught him. He turned back to hear the orcs question. "Baulder, just Baulder. Some people back in the village called me "midnight" for some reason. I guess I should ask you both the same question."

"I am Gorum Roshka, son of Toric Roshka, and heir to the guild Sky Castle." Said the orc in red. The orc in purple tilted his hat and spoke out just as clearly. "Name's Draygon Dayton, half-orc, and owner of of the Curled Serpant. A guild of medicine and healing." Draygon motioned his hand towards the door of the dinning hall. "Lead the way Baulder. But be quick about it. We've still yet to have breakfast and if we wait much longer, we might try out most the local delicacy." If Baulder couldn't interpret Draygon's humor Gorum explained the punchline. "We'll likely going to eat you."

"I probably taste good, I don't fault you." Baulder said with a laugh as he began to lead them out of the dinning hall. As he began leading them down the path he had made several times since he first encountered the vampires his eye twitched and he remembered what Ovak had supposedly asked him. "Say, how are things in the orc.. lands? Your food is good there I hope."

Draygon was quick to speak when Baulder asked of the orc lands. "Do you mean Torrin or Oelik? Because the situation for both is dire, to be frank. Torrin hold is clamoring for some technological development, but we simply lack the funds for additional research. And Oelik is-" That's when Gorum interrupted, grunting with a hint of rage. "Oelik is still buried in the past. Nothing but war and fighting, as if anything has changed at all. At this point there's not even much reason to try to negotiate with them. They have nothing of value but corpses, and there only good for growing trees."

It was a little known fact, but orc bodies made great fertilizer. Even Lucilia regularly brought corpses from the orc lands to grow the Iron Wood Trees. Draygon spoke again, a but subdue but still quite passionate. "We're actually hoping that the college would be willing to assist us in our academic endevoures in Torrin Hold. Most orcs might not be able to utilize magic, but it's come to our attention that the college doesn't just research magical theory." That's when Draygon lowered his hat to obscure his eyes, as if thinking carefully about his words and not wanting Baulder to discern his motives. "The world could benefit from a technological boom, more so in this time. There are simply not enough mages or magic to cater to the need of ever person in the world."

Baulder thought for a moment what food grown in orc bodies tasted like. The villagers had taught him how animal fertilizer would subtly change the taste of food. When they were showing him the difference is when Baulder came to his love of food. He had found out that he liked pig the best. He wondered if the vampire lady grew with orc fertilizer, he mentally took note to ask later. He suddenly got an odd feeling in his claw and looked down at it. It looked almost transparent to him for a second. Baulder cracked a smile and when he blinked it was gone. That was interesting.

Baulder looked back to the orcs as they walked and kept the wide smile. "Yes, I think that means more food too. Everyone could always use more food. I know one of our orcs likes to make new things, I haven't seen him today though. I can't imagine them not wanting to make even more things. I hope the demons have kept away from your holdings, they seem to be on everyone these days." Baulder finally got them to the stairs and began the decent to Underhaven.

"Ha! Demons? We've always had demons. But we're more prepared for demons then those cultist in Djarkel. Damned fools spend too much time venerating the damned, I'd say." Gorum said as his cane made a loud clank each step he took. "Aye, but we've heard about that mess a while ago, demons attacking the college? I thought this place would be better prepared, but I see I was wrong. Maybe we could teach the college a thing or two about warding your homes from a demonic invasion." All in all, demons don't seem to be too much of a problem in Torrin hold. Gorum boasted a lot about the various counter measures the orcs have taken to fend against a demonic invasion both within and outside of their cities. Interestingly enough, none of them required any magic, simply having a well-prepared defense force a a weapon of either cold iron or alchemical silver. Draygon began to brag more about it.

"Most people think you need magic or runes to fend against demons, but they're fools who buy into the college's sales pitch. What you really need, all you really need, is to know how to handle iron and silver. Cold iron, also sometimes known as Nature Iron by those pansy elves, is iron that hasn't tasted a forge's fire. They need to be specially treated of course, otherwise any fire could purify it of their properties. Same for silver. They're too soft to be made into blades, but if one knows how to coat or even better, alloy it into other metals, even an archdemon would take a second guess at charging your pike wall."

Eventually Baulder and the orcs would arrive to Underhaven, however there seemed to be quite a crowd at the moment, mostly of Djarkel soldiers. Gorum and Draygon didn't seem to care however and sauntered through the crowd and heading towards the bar.

Baulder led the way through the crowd of musky smelling soldiers and vampires intrigued by all the possibility of new blood. He found two seats right next to each other at the bar. A third seat right next to those was occupied by what was most certainly a student. Baulder extended his legs and put his clawed hand on the students shoulder. "I require your seat for some mean looking orcs." Baulder cracked a smile at the student as he turned to look at the two well dressed orcs. Being sober enough to realize they were diplomats the student sighed and evacuated the seat with his drink in hand. Getting the orcs seated and calling over the bar keep.

Baulder ordered a drink with a weird name that he could not pronounce from what the bar keep recommended and the orcs did the same but their drink name was doubly odd. They also ordered food and in an exchange with the barkeep finally settled on a food to order from him. Turning finally to the orcs again after there order was taken Baulder asked a question that he had been attempting to come up with since they entered the bar. "How are your relations with your neighbors? I assume you selling those weapons of yours would make you quite the coin."

The orcs took their seat and were quickly served drinks by the barkeep. Gorum sneered at the goat demon but Draygon kept his cool, pulling out a flask and pouring a bit of it into his drink. Gorum looked over to Baulder when he asked his question and actually thought about it. "Sky Castle doesn't sell weapons, but we sell the next best things: Fortification. Unlike those Oelik fools we don't wage open warfare. We create strongholds, cities, castles, anywhere and everywhere. Even in the skies themselves, hence the Sky Castles. We get a lost of business from Djarkel and Yarosmere, even occasionally Tidehome. We'd try to offer our services to Eania, but they typically refuse to pay the extra fare of security. Djarkel's a dangerous place, more so if we have supplies going towards Eania." Gorum downed his drink in one gulp and shouted for the Barkeep to come over and refill his mug.

Darygon seemed to be waiting for his drink to finish sizzling. "The Curled Serpant is a... Unique company. Our medicine and healing uses no magic. We provide a service which can be taught and purchased by anyone, but that's only good amongst orcs. Everywhere else uses vitamancers or some other sorcery, to the point that I'm sure this meat has been taken off with magic rather then a blade."

Soon food arrived for the orcs and they immediately started to eat into it. Gorum was eating the head of a bull while Draygon ate the stuffed stomach of a unfortunate victim of blood draining.

Once Baulder got his drink he took it and sniffed it deeply. It smelled like plants and vaguely like bread. He sipped it with apprehension and found the rather pale taste of alcohol present in the drink. It didn't help that the mixture didn't taste good regardless of the alcohol in it. The villagers had tried several times to get him to drink it but everytime he found the taste unbearable and that was how Baulder discovered that he actually disliked something.

Baulder felt something bump into him which he quickly found out was the arm of a vampire as several began wrestling down one of the many soldiers in the bar. Most of the non-vampires around him were either soldiers of competing nations or simply were not willing to get inbetween vampires and their meal. As other vampires began cheering on the bloodlust, this also gained the orcs atleast partial attention. As the man was brought to the ground and his chainmail began to be ripped apart he began calling out for his friends and his spear. One of the vampires quickly responded "Ey, you can grab my spear lad!" This made the mob and Gorum erupt with laughter. The orc even took a moment to pull himself away from his food to watch. Darygon had so far only got a smile out of the affair but he was still mostly focused on his food.

As blood began to be thrown off by the ravanous vampires Daryhon called out asking for another mug of what he was drinking having used it to lubricate his food. Shortly there after one of the vampire women popped up out of the dog pile and threw what Baulder could only guess was the mans face at Darygon. "There's your mug!" the vampire yelled at him. This garnered a deep full body laugh from the Eysire who was now taking a break from his food just to laugh. Baulder began going in on the laughing and considered his job well done. After deciding he really didn't want his drink and the orcs had began cracking puns and jokes with the vampires he decided it was time to leave.

He left without much affair and made his way out of the noisy and now crowded Underhaven. As he began to walk back up the cobble steps back to the dinning hall he remembered what else the dancing garbage had told him. Talk to Uicle, now he just needed to figure out who Uicle was.

The Beat (Star Wars Stormtroopers RP)

Never as bad as Felucia, never as bad. "I still can't believe anything lives here." Norman said rather quietly and with disgust in his voice. This place was beyond a dump, even Felucia was more useful than this place. As he looked out from the landing pad as everyone shuffled down the stairs that was the only thought that even came to his mind. The tail-heads wern't all that useful and not to mention they were generally criminals. He silently wondered to himself why the empire even wasted men here. It would be better to just flatten all the cities with turbo-lasers and building something useful here. But then again the moffs probably had their reasons, they always did.

Norman enjoyed the clambering and scrapping of boots on the nice solid stairs all the way down. He knew they were going to be on the dirt and shoddily produced houses for the rest of patrol so he figured he would enjoy the little things. Some of the imperials working in the base seemed almost happy to see the stormtroopers roaming their halls. But they also knew that them being here meant something had come up and warranted their deployment. They would likely take more joy when they were leaving as that meant the problem had been dealt with and their jobs had become easier. He had recently found himself longing for the high-rises of Coruscant. Even the lower levels had atleast some form of artificiality to it as well as cracks of nature put there by the empire. It was certainly more predictable and supremely more civilized than these outer-rim worlds that wouldn't even be fit to lick lord Vader's boot.

Once the squad actually piled out of the imperial symbol occupation his mind drifted back from the seat of the empire to the slums stretching in front of him. "Another day in paradise, don't you think? No droids to deal with and no Acklay to blow up with mass-drivers." Normin said sarcastically. Being that he had an DLT-20 Normin got to cover the roof tops with another trooper. His neck had almost felt like it was going to snap a few times during these patrols since there were always people on the roofs. Most of the time they didn't do anything other than watch with apprehension but last time the rookie got popped just because there were more above them then level with them.

Tipping his rifle up to fufill his duty he began to smile at all the emaciated twi'leks scurrying away from them. Granted it was tactically better for them to be outside so they could see what they were doing but atleast this way sightlines had a habit of being more clear. His foot came down onto something that seemed rather squishy to him and he guessed it was feces. He didn't bother to look at it considering that every deployment he had at some point stepped in dung.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

As the orcs began to get into it with each other Baulder listened intensely and took mental notes. These people know how to eat! Baulder said to himself. As the orcs brushed him off slightly Baulder just simply began going along with them wanting to learn more about the delectable food they had experienced. Though as they began to drift off into vegetables and there place in the world Baulder had an idea. He knew that underhaven was still serving during the feast and that they had something that wasn't here. Baulder personally didn't like the item but he could certainly go for some more lamb instead of this slightly dry chicken. Baulder came up to the side of the red orc and lowered himself from his perch apon his extended legs. "Yes yes, sides and with are both options I've found to be rather available. Thinking of options the wine selection here is rather... limited. There is a place called underhaven in the college, they have a wider selection of food and drink. If you wish to be given more variety I could bring you there. I've been told they have "other" things but I've never asked about them.

Baulder took the time to dispose of the now bare chicken leg he had acquired earlier and since eaten. He tossed it into one of the many water barrels that had been strewn about the dining hall. He did this while waiting for an answer from the opulent orcs.