PlantEater

Star Wars: The 417th Legion (Dead)

Who are we waiting on to post? Vhagar?

Star Wars: Coruscant Underworld [Always accepting!]

Is anyone interested in making a character who has a pre-established history with mine? I have a few character concepts ready, so if anyone is interested, shoot me a PM and we can work something out!

EDIT: I've decided to redact my interest for this roleplay, sorry.

Star Wars: The 417th Legion (Dead)

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Looks good, one thing though battalions are not named generically like the companies and platoons. A few times you said "2nd Battalion" and what not.

@Vandy

My apologies, blame it on a sleep-deprived brain. Should be fixed now.

Star Wars: The 417th Legion (Dead)

My first post in the IC is up! I hope it's acceptable! If anything needs to be changed let me know. I'm looking forward to the incoming slaughterfest...

Star Wars: The 417th Legion (Dead)

Division Commander Shell

120th Heavy Battalion

1st Armoured Battalion

On-Board an AT-TE Command Walker, Approaching CIS Stronghold

Commander Shell stood motionless at the nebula of the command center as the world exploded around him. Cocooned safely inside the leviathan that was his AT-TE, the battle that raged beyond it’s thick metal plating seemed distant and surreal to the Commander, who was more focused on the small display before him. As his fingers flew across the digital interface, comms chatter erupted and swiftly died in his ear. While he could sense the nervousness of his fellow clones in the cramped and dim interior, Shell was in his element, directing and controlling the flow of battle with a simple twitch of his hand. Stumbling slightly as a missile collided with the tank, he allowed a small frown to cross his face as the spotter seated nearby relayed the updated positions of the forces on the field.

While Shell had been pleased with the performance of his Battalion so far in wrenching control of the stronghold from Separatist forces, he noted with some concern that three AT-TEs had been brought down in the process, along with many of the lighter armoured vehicles; it also appeared that Separatist forces were regrouping, a worrying prospect given that he had trusted the remainder of Republic forces to crush resistance at the nearby city and prevent such a counter-attack from occurring.This would not do. Clones were replaceable, machines and weaponry less so. Turning swiftly to the on board comm station, Shell raised the pilots of the various AT-TEs lumbering towards the gates or over the walls of the now crumbling compound.

“Attention, this is Commander Shell speaking. By all indications the compound has been secured, due in significant part to the work of our forces on the battlefield. Excellent work.” He paused, choosing his next words carefully. “However, do not get complacent. Any remaining units still on the exterior of the compound are to turn at once and prepare for further engagements. Those behind the walls will assist in clearing out the remainder of enemy forces, before awaiting further orders.”

Not waiting for a response from the pilots, Shell jabbed at the console, closing one comm link and opening another. Now he spoke directly to his Second-in-Command, Major Legs, with a crisp voice.

“Major, status report.”

When no reply was forthcoming, he tutted softly, before attempting to raise the Major again.

“Major Legs, status report.”

The reply this time was a burst of static, followed by a whooping holler that was only barely able to rise above the sounds of the ongoing battle.

“Reporting in Commander!” There was a break in communication as a volley of blaster fire landed presumably close to the Major’s head. “First Company has lost a few men, and a few AT-RTs are little more than smouldering wrecks. We’re just outside-damn it Corporal, these machines are expensive!-just outside the compound sir, covering the retreat of the last of the ground forces!”

Shell pursed his lips. “Major, please observe the proper protocols when using military communication channels.” A pause allowed him to hear the growing ferocity of the fight around Legs and his men, and more importantly around their vehicles. A curt glance at the list which detailed the current reported loss of offensive machinery gave Shell his orders in an instant.

“Major, order your company to retreat into the compound at once. We cannot afford to sacrifice armoured firepower to save the lives of a half a dozen clones. I expect you to relay the same orders to Captain Stone promptly. A counter-attack is imminent, by my reckoning, and the Infantry can’t survive on goodwill alone.”

Once again, no sound could be heard from the Major’s side, except for the telltale rumbling of a nearby detonation. Whether it was the clone’s doing was hard to tell, but the distorted screams of the dying soon told him what he needed to know. Shell knew it was that sound that would make his overly-sentimental Major hesitate, and it was that sound which would wipe out the entire company if his orders were not followed to the letter.

More forcefully, with a sharp edge to his voice, he repeated the orders.

“Am I understood Major?”

At last the affirmative came, through what sounded like gritted teeth. Shell had no time to speculate as to the cause of the strained tone however, and cut the link before more could be said. Taking a moment to exhale, it was with some satisfaction he received the latest troop positions from the spotter; the lighter armoured forces were retreating behind the walls, while Fourth Company under the command of Captain Tooth were forming defensive positions around the compound in their intimidating AT-TEs, his orders having been relayed to the Captain through the earlier message to the walker pilots. Watching their movements on screen for a time, Shell couldn’t help but feel there was a majesty in the way the small dots aligned perfectly around the compound, ready to bring death to all who dared oppose them. He had faith in the gargantuan walkers. He only hoped Captain Tooth’s men were competent enough not to utterly ruin the machines before the battle was done.

---

Captain Tooth

120th Heavy Battalion

1st Armoured Battalion, Fourth Company

Exterior Walls of CIS Stronghold

Captain Tooth was finishing a speech to the men onboard his walker when the order came, relayed through the distant voice of his pilot in the cockpit.

Hold the line.

Tooth nodded, more to himself than anyone. This was what his training had been leading up to. This was his chance to prove himself to the men of the Republic. He would not fail. Calling out loudly to his Lieutenant, BG, he grew concerned when the man did not answer. Spinning on his heel, he peered into the gloom of the vessel, searching for the man he relied on to transmit his orders. It was only when one of the clones strapped to the wall jerked a thumb upwards that Tooth understood where his Lieutenant had relocated himself.

Fiddling with the comm channels, Tooth managed to raise his Lieutenant, and demanded at once to know why he had exposed himself to enemy fire to fire the heavy cannon atop the AT-TE. The reply was, not unexpectedly, brief.

“The gunner was injured, sir. Cannon had to be fired with haste. I took his place.”

Tooth had to admire the clone’s courage, and his readiness to fight back against the Republic’s enemies. It was certainly one of the traits that endeared Tooth to the man, he had to admit.

“Very good, Lieutenant. See to it that each platoon understands we are to take defensive measures to protect this stronghold. It seems the Republic is to make it’s stand here. Victory awaits us all.”

A small click was all the acknowledgement Tooth needed, and at once he turned his attention to the battle at hand. The pulsating thumps of cannon invaded the ears of every clone aboard, as the walkers began to fire at the approaching hostiles. The only sound loud enough to cut through the rhythmic pounding was the sharp sound of the first missile striking the shell of the AT-TE.

As the missiles exploded harmlessly against the heavy plating, Tooth smiled faintly beneath his helmet. Like the walkers, Tooth and his men would hold.

---

Division Commander Shell

120th Heavy Battalion

1st Armoured Battalion

As his AT-TE passed through the thick walls of the once impregnable stronghold, Shell maneuvered himself to the cockpit and surveyed the state of affairs inside the Republic’s new Headquarters on the planet.

Several buildings lay demolished, their once impressive architecture now little more than rubble and dust. Mixed with the rubble were the twisted bodies of droids, their limbs splayed at unnatural angles, and sensors blinking pathetically as they reported critical failures in all systems. This was the work of the 120th, the raw power of the Republic’s armoured forces on display for all to gaze upon in awe and wonder. Shell however would not let himself be taken in by the sight. Fighting raged just beyond the walls, and he would not be taken in by the illusion of victory, not while there was still work to be done.

Turning from the cockpit, he gave the order for the large bay doors at the back of the tank to be opened. The sound of clones unstrapping themselves from their positions replaced the hum of engines as Shell disembarked. Casting a critical eye over the surface of the planet, seeing it up close reminded him why he preferred the interior of any vehicle of alien planets. With a quick march he distanced himself and his men from the gargantuan tank, before raising his hand to signal that the pilot should proceed to await his return in an open space nearby that had once been some imposing structure, now reduced to nothing. Nearby stood Major Legs and Captain Stone, both taking stock of their remaining forces, with Stone occasionally pausing to bark orders at his Lieutenant.

Striding towards the two men, Shell noted both had sustained fire, their armor blackened slightly by blaster shots. As Stone finished yet another rant at his Lieutenant, Shell coughed softly.

“Major, Captain. Status reports if you will.”

Stone was the first to speak, after giving a short salute. “Sir! Lost a good few TX-130s in the field, patching up those we can now!” As he spoke he cast a glance at his Lieutenant, who was currently supervising repairs. “We should have just under a hundred or so ready for combat within the hour.”

In response, Shell shook his head disapprovingly. “Unacceptable Captain. Those TX-130s will be vital in defending this compound. We will discuss your liberal use of Republic resources at a later date.”

Turning to face his Major, Shell listened as he reported much the same; around a hundred AT-RTs remained. As Shell opened his mouth to reprimand the Major, he was cut off by the sound of approaching footfalls as a clone sprinted up to the Commander.

“Commander Shell, sir! The rest of command is located nearby, you’re needed at once!”

The Commander nodded and followed briskly, curious as to how, as he had reasonably deduced, the other objective had failed to be secured. Approaching those gathered, the Commander paused briefly to salute, as was proper given their rank.

“Commander Shell, of the 120th, reporting for duty. Am I correct in assuming that plans have been…”modified”..?”

Star Wars: Coruscant Underworld

Interested. I'll have to think about a character concept for this, though. I'll get back to you once I have something more solid in mind.

Star Wars: The 417th Legion (Dead)

120th Heavy Battalion

Designation: 120th Heavy Battalion
Structure: Armored Battalion, 1st 417th Armored Regiment
Specialty: The 120th is comprised of heavily armored vehicles used for a range of offensive capabilities including transporting troops, attacking heavily fortified enemy positions, and providing support for attacking ground forces. Comprised mainly of a few hundred AT-TEs, the Battalion is also contains companies of AT-RTs and TX-130s.

Commander:

Division Commander Shell

Number: CT 47-6119
Name: Shell, owing to the fact that during training he preferred to be encased within the protective shell of an AT-TE rather than practicing for ground combat.
Rank: 417th Armored Division Commander
Distinguishing features: Shell has an incredibly close-shaven head, to the point that he almost appears to have no hair upon his head at all. His neatly trimmed jet black beard is the only indication he has hair.
Personality: Unlike many in the ranks of the Clone Army, Shell is not hot-headed or eager for blood. Soft-spoken and calm, he places the utmost importance on maintaining rank and discipline within combat; the soldiers under his command are also regularly subjected to weapons and armor inspections, as Shell cannot abide by those who disregard the rules in favour of modifying their equipment. Never one to get flustered, an aura of cool confidence surrounds Shell at all times as he fights to restore order to the galaxy.

Further, placing more trust in his heavily armored vehicles than the men under his command, Shell expects total obedience from his men on the battlefield, caring more for the safety of his tanks than their lives. On their behalf, the men are ready to follow him, as he has a tactical brilliance and expertise with armored combat that is second to none in the 417th.

Major:

Major Legs

Number: CT 65-6439
Name: As result of the Major’s love of AT-RTs, the other clones began calling him legs, as he was rarely seen out of the vehicle.
Rank: Major, Second-in-Command of the 120th’s Heavy Battalion, First-in-Command of the 120th’s 1st Company
Distinguishing features: Legs has allowed his hair to grow out a little, and has dyed it copper. Further, a personal point of pride are his two bushy sideburns that run from his ears to just above his jawline.
Personality: Legs is everything that Shell is not. Loud, boisterous and eager for a fight, it is a constant mystery for Shell as to how his second in command gained an officer's rank in the first place.Treating each of his men as equals, Legs is happy to stand shoulder to shoulder, or leg to leg, with them in a fight, no matter the odds. A favourite with the men, Legs is happiest atop an AT-RT, crushing droids underfoot.

However, the care Legs displays for the men under his command means that more often than not he puts himself at personal risk to save them, and his improvised plans in the battlefield have raised concern with some who fear the development of a rebellious streak in the clone.

Other Personnel:

Captain Stone

Number: CT 81-2079
Name: Stone, owing to his rather “charming” personality.
Rank: Captain, First-in-Command of the 120th’s 2nd Company
Distinguishing features: Stone has done little to individualise himself, beyond a small dot that he has had tattooed above his left eye.
Personality: As his name would suggest, Stone is grim and hard-faced. Tough on both his men and the TX-130s his Company operates, Stone is a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield; his methods may be bloody, but he gets results whatever the cost to both himself and his men.
Role: Officer

Captain Dodger

Number: CT 65-2917
Name: Dodger, named for both his luck and skill in maneuvering the armored vehicles the company relies upon in combat.
Rank: Captain, First-in-Command of the 120th’s 3rd Company
Distinguishing features: Dodger distinguishes himself from the other clones by the numerous faint scars and bruises that dot his face, a testament to his numerous lucky escapes during his initial years of training.
Personality: Relaxed and always with a smile, Dodger is renowned for his ability to raise morale at even the darkest hour. A fine pilot, both skill and luck have kept him and his men alive on the battlefield. Able to direct his company with practised ease, Dodger values the men under his command for their individuality; he aims to appreciate each of them for who they are, at least once before they die.
Role: Officer

Captain Tooth

Number: CT 93-4489
Name: Tooth, so named as he frequently asserts his men should fight tooth and nail for the Republic before each battle.
Rank: Captain, First-in-Command of the 120th’s Fourth Company
Distinguishing features: Tooth has short black hair and a bristling moustache of the same colour that is fond of stroking while he thinks.
Personality: Tooth is very much the model Clone Trooper. Vehemently loyal to the Republic until his last breath, he demands the same loyalty from his men. While he is no sadist and regrets the loss of life on the battlefield, he understands that it is a necessary evil if the Republic is to survive. Obedient and dutiful, Tooth is prepared to sacrifice himself a thousand times over if it means triumph for the Republic.
Role: Officer

Lieutenant Patch

Number: CT 74-3902
Name: Patch, a name given to him by the other clones for his ability to fix up nearly any vehicle in the field.
Rank: Lieutenant, Second-in-Command of the 120th’s Second Company
Distinguishing features: Patch has shaggy brown hair, and a light stubble. He’s also usually coated with some kind of oil or grease, not by his own design.
Personality: As Second Company’s long suffering second-in-command, Patch has found life under Stone frustrating to say the least. Highly intelligent and unorthodox in his methods, Patch is remarkably skilled in the maintenance of the armoured vehicles used in combat. Unfortunately, Captain Stone cares little for the opinions of his subordinates, and so the Lieutenant is most often put to work making hasty repairs to the vehicles Stone destroys.
Role: Officially an Officer, but under Stone he has become a glorified mechanic.

Sergeant Major Lucky

Number: CT 30-9135
Name: Lucky, an ironic name, given his long-standing bad luck.
Rank: Sergeant-Major, Second-in-Command of 3rd Company’s 1st Platoon
Distinguishing features: Lucky has close-cropped blonde hair, and a missing tooth on the top left position in his mouth.
Personality: Unlike the Captain of his company, Dodger, Sergeant-Major Lucky is perhaps the unluckiest clone alive. Passed up for every promotion, it is a wonder he has even risen as far as he has. Bitter about the name the other clones have given him, Lucky is determined and focused in combat, concentrating on proving himself through his deeds in battle. Unfortunately this usually ends poorly, in some way or another.
Role: Officer

Corporal Dancer

Number: CT 39-2854
Name: Dancer, named for his skills in piloting an AT-RT and inability to dance without falling over.
Rank: Corporal, Second-In-Command of 1st Company’s 1st Squad
Distinguishing features: Dancer has grown his hair out a little, and coloured a patch of it a dark purple.
Personality: More comfortable with the legs of an AT-RT than his own, Dancer is a soldier with a good heart and tendency for clumsiness. One of the better Scouts in 1st Company, he is dedicated and loyal, if a little bumbling at times.
Role: Scout

Lieutenant BG

Number: CT 21-0238
Name: BG, short for Big Guns, named for his love of firing the heavy weaponry mounted on the armoured vehicles.
Rank: Lieutenant, Second-in-Command of the 120th’s Fourth Company
Distinguishing Features: BG’s hair is cropped short, and he sports a small brown beard.
Personality: BG is known for his focus and precision within combat. A reserved man, he speaks only when he needs to, and spends most of his time close to the heavy weaponry of the armoured battalion.
Role: Officer/Munitions Expert

Star Wars: The 417th Legion (Dead)

@Vandy
Apologies with the picture steal, it is fixed now! I'll move my sheet over now!

As an aside, I'll probably have a post up tomorrow or the next day, time permitting.

Star Wars: The 417th Legion (Dead)

Here is my CS. A little rough, and I'll pretty it up a bit later. Hopefully it is of a sufficient quality! Any issues let me know!

120th Heavy Battalion

Designation: 120th Heavy Battalion
Structure: Armored Battalion, 1st 417th Armored Regiment
Specialty: The 120th is comprised of heavily armored vehicles used for a range of offensive capabilities including transporting troops, attacking heavily fortified enemy positions, and providing support for attacking ground forces. Comprised mainly of a few hundred AT-TEs, the Battalion is also contains companies of AT-RTs and TX-130s.

Commander:

Division Commander Shell

Number: CT 47-6119
Name: Shell, owing to the fact that during training he preferred to be encased within the protective shell of an AT-TE rather than practicing for ground combat.
Rank: 417th Armored Division Commander
Distinguishing features: Shell has an incredibly close-shaven head, to the point that he almost appears to have no hair upon his head at all. His neatly trimmed jet black beard is the only indication he has hair.
Personality: Unlike many in the ranks of the Clone Army, Shell is not hot-headed or eager for blood. Soft-spoken and calm, he places the utmost importance on maintaining rank and discipline within combat; the soldiers under his command are also regularly subjected to weapons and armor inspections, as Shell cannot abide by those who disregard the rules in favour of modifying their equipment. Never one to get flustered, an aura of cool confidence surrounds Shell at all times as he fights to restore order to the galaxy.

Further, placing more trust in his heavily armored vehicles than the men under his command, Shell expects total obedience from his men on the battlefield, caring more for the safety of his tanks than their lives. On their behalf, the men are ready to follow him, as he has a tactical brilliance and expertise with armored combat that is second to none in the 417th.

Major:

Major Legs

Number: CT 65-6439
Name: As result of the Major’s love of AT-RTs, the other clones began calling him legs, as he was rarely seen out of the vehicle.
Rank: Major, Second-in-Command of the 120th’s Heavy Battalion, First-in-Command of the 120th’s 1st Company
Distinguishing features: Legs has allowed his hair to grow out a little, and has dyed it copper. Further, a personal point of pride are his two bushy sideburns that run from his ears to just above his jawline.
Personality: Legs is everything that Shell is not. Loud, boisterous and eager for a fight, it is a constant mystery for Shell as to how his second in command gained an officer's rank in the first place.Treating each of his men as equals, Legs is happy to stand shoulder to shoulder, or leg to leg, with them in a fight, no matter the odds. A favourite with the men, Legs is happiest atop an AT-RT, crushing droids underfoot.

However, the care Legs displays for the men under his command means that more often than not he puts himself at personal risk to save them, and his improvised plans in the battlefield have raised concern with some who fear the development of a rebellious streak in the clone.

Other Personnel:

Captain Stone

Number: CT 81-2079
Name: Stone, owing to his rather “charming” personality.
Rank: Captain, First-in-Command of the 120th’s 2nd Company
Distinguishing features: Stone has done little to individualise himself, beyond a small dot that he has had tattooed above his left eye.
Personality: As his name would suggest, Stone is grim and hard-faced. Tough on both his men and the TX-130s his Company operates, Stone is a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield; his methods may be bloody, but he gets results whatever the cost to both himself and his men.
Role: Officer

Captain Dodger

Number: CT 65-2917
Name: Dodger, named for both his luck and skill in maneuvering the armored vehicles the company relies upon in combat.
Rank: Captain, First-in-Command of the 120th’s 3rd Company
Distinguishing features: Dodger distinguishes himself from the other clones by the numerous faint scars and bruises that dot his face, a testament to his numerous lucky escapes during his initial years of training.
Personality: Relaxed and always with a smile, Dodger is renowned for his ability to raise morale at even the darkest hour. A fine pilot, both skill and luck have kept him and his men alive on the battlefield. Able to direct his company with practised ease, Dodger values the men under his command for their individuality; he aims to appreciate each of them for who they are, at least once before they die.
Role: Officer

Captain Tooth

Number: CT 93-4489
Name: Tooth, so named as he frequently asserts his men should fight tooth and nail for the Republic before each battle.
Rank: Captain, First-in-Command of the 120th’s Fourth Company
Distinguishing features: Tooth has short black hair and a bristling moustache of the same colour that is fond of stroking while he thinks.
Personality: Tooth is very much the model Clone Trooper. Vehemently loyal to the Republic until his last breath, he demands the same loyalty from his men. While he is no sadist and regrets the loss of life on the battlefield, he understands that it is a necessary evil if the Republic is to survive. Obedient and dutiful, Tooth is prepared to sacrifice himself a thousand times over if it means triumph for the Republic.
Role: Officer

Lieutenant Patch

Number: CT 74-3902
Name: Patch, a name given to him by the other clones for his ability to fix up nearly any vehicle in the field.
Rank: Lieutenant, Second-in-Command of the 120th’s Second Company
Distinguishing features: Patch has shaggy brown hair, and a light stubble. He’s also usually coated with some kind of oil or grease, not by his own design.
Personality: As Second Company’s long suffering second-in-command, Patch has found life under Stone frustrating to say the least. Highly intelligent and unorthodox in his methods, Patch is remarkably skilled in the maintenance of the armoured vehicles used in combat. Unfortunately, Captain Stone cares little for the opinions of his subordinates, and so the Lieutenant is most often put to work making hasty repairs to the vehicles Stone destroys.
Role: Officially an Officer, but under Stone he has become a glorified mechanic.

Sergeant Major Lucky

Number: CT 30-9135
Name: Lucky, an ironic name, given his long-standing bad luck.
Rank: Sergeant-Major, Second-in-Command of 3rd Company’s 1st Platoon
Distinguishing features: Lucky has close-cropped blonde hair, and a missing tooth on the top left position in his mouth.
Personality: Unlike the Captain of his company, Dodger, Sergeant-Major Lucky is perhaps the unluckiest clone alive. Passed up for every promotion, it is a wonder he has even risen as far as he has. Bitter about the name the other clones have given him, Lucky is determined and focused in combat, concentrating on proving himself through his deeds in battle. Unfortunately this usually ends poorly, in some way or another.
Role: Officer

Corporal Dancer

Number: CT 39-2854
Name: Dancer, named for his skills in piloting an AT-RT and inability to dance without falling over.
Rank: Corporal, Second-In-Command of 1st Company’s 1st Squad
Distinguishing features: Dancer has grown his hair out a little, and coloured a patch of it a dark purple.
Personality: More comfortable with the legs of an AT-RT than his own, Dancer is a soldier with a good heart and tendency for clumsiness. One of the better Scouts in 1st Company, he is dedicated and loyal, if a little bumbling at times.
Role: Scout

Lieutenant BG

Number: CT 21-0238
Name: BG, short for Big Guns, named for his love of firing the heavy weaponry mounted on the armoured vehicles.
Rank: Lieutenant, Second-in-Command of the 120th’s Fourth Company
Distinguishing Features: BG’s hair is cropped short, and he sports a small brown beard.
Personality: BG is known for his focus and precision within combat. A reserved man, he speaks only when he needs to, and spends most of his time close to the heavy weaponry of the armoured battalion.
Role: Officer/Munitions Expert

Star Wars: The 417th Legion (Dead)

@Vandy
Ah okay, sorry for not seeing that before. So only the higher ranking officers are going to have personalized maroon patterns, with everyone else wearing just generic maroon? So a random grunt will have the same maroon armor pattern as every other grunt?