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Nothing wrong with going "I dont want that." or "I wont join because of that." as long as whoever's doing that understands its a personal choice. People aren't owed an RP, and RPs aren't owed players.
Trawin sat in the transport with his T-21 positioned upright between his knees, his hands firmly gripped around the wide barrel. Though to those observing him, he appeared to be sternly staring straight ahead, barely reacting to movement of the shuttle, even when it began to take fire from the surface below, inside his helmet his eyes were closed, and he was silently preparing himself for the battle ahead. He had no concerns about the shuttle surviving to land, he trusted the pilot to do their job as they had been trained, just like he trusted the others to do theirs. He had no control over the rocking craft, so it made no sense to worry about 'what ifs' regarding its descent. All that mattered was being ready to put his boots on the ground and get into action.
When the shuttle hit dirt, or what passed for dirt on the garbage ball of a world, Trawin sprung into action. Piling out of the vehicle alongside the others, Bradlev took his position on the opposite end of the squad from Okoye. As he fired in sync with the pattern they'd bother mastered, an order came in over the comlink. "Tapalo get up there, you too Trawin, we're going to need suppressing fire on the hostiles. Everyone else move ahead, take cover and push forward steadily. The closer we go to the base the clearer shot that turret has of us. Don't get caught in its path." Trawin noted the massive scrap heap Kavis had been referring to, responding with a simple "TK-2323 acknowledges, moving now."
Making his way up the mound to their left was no easy feat, especially not while under heavy enemy fire. As he hefted himself up the precarious trash heap, Trawin quickly scrambled behind an old lump of durasteel that would make a suitable brace for his bipod, as well as decent cover from blaster fire. Bringing his T-21 to bear, Bradlev trained it on the foes advancing towards his squadmates, syncing his fire with the distant roar of Okoye's own blaster, Trawin did his best to either drive the advancing enemies back or into cover, hoping Tapalo would use this to her advantage to pick them off.
Name: CT-2323, currently operates under the name "Dr. Syo Marrver." Species: Human Clone, using the Fett template. Age: 18 standard years, but is biologically 36 Appearance: Syo has the same face and body structure as all other Clones of the Fett template, though in his nearing middle age, he's been showing the signs of the biological affects of the accelerated aging. His muscles aren't as defined or strong as they once were, his skin is more rough and wrinkled than before, and his hair and beard are slowly showing more and more gray with each glance at the mirror. To establish himself as a 'new man' after his retirement from the army, Syo grew out his hair from the regulation length into a more natural medium cut, with a neatly trimmed full face beard to round things out. He wears assorted rugged clothing under a doctor's coat, and when helping out the lawmen he throws on the breastplate of a set of old Clone Trooper armor, with a customized DC-17 pistol at his hip. Force Sensitive: No Skills: Syo is a trained medical professional, able to operate on both humans and an assortment of alien life. Syo was a combat medic during the war, and as such has a grasp on how to fight in both ranged and physical combat, though his age has begun to cause those skills to deteriorate. Abilities: None Weaknesses: Due to the advanced aging process of the clones used in the war, Syo's physical and mental condition is not what it once was, and having not served in direct combat since the end of the war five years ago, Syo is rather lacking when it comes to strenuous physical activity. On the mental side of things, his medical knowledge is still mostly intact, but he increasingly finds himself double checking his memory with a datapad or other knowledge bank. Motivation: Syo's motivation in life is doing what he was trained to do, and that's keep people healthy and safe. He's set himself up as a sort of "country doctor" to the people of Haven, and tends to pitch in with the law keepers if they need an extra blaster or set of fists on their side. History: CT-2323 was a member of one of the first batches of Fett clones grown in 32 BBY, and as such was on the front lines of the First Battle of Geonosis in 22 BBY. Serving in the 101st battalion under Jedi General Fadri Ban, CT-2323 got to see the horrors of the war up close, something he still suffers from to this day. The 101st was a siege unit, designed to fight prolonged battles against Sepatatist-held cities, in some of the worst conditions of the war. Syo saw his squadmates and their greater unit get cut down by blaster fire, shredded by artillery shrapnel, and succumb to all manner of illnesses and wounds under his care. The only constants were General Ban, and her XO CT-4210 or Sergeant "Badger" as he was nicknamed. The three of them grew to be close comrades in arms, something that CT-2323 now dreads to remember. During the siege of Serant, the capital of Neman IV, General Ban was wounded in combat, and came under CT-2323's care. It was during his treatment of his close friend that the command for Order 66 came into effect, and CT-2323 was entirely unable to resist complying. In an act of brutal efficiency, CT-2323 drew his blaster and gunned down the wounded Jedi Knight with no hesitation, a realization that only came to the clone after he had committed the murder. With the war at a close, and the Republic now fully reorganised into the Galactic Empire, CT-2323 and the other first generation clones were steadily given honorable discharges, the Empire citing their advanced aging as a need to retire the soldiers. CT-2323 took this as an opportunity to get away from his past. Changing his Identity to that of Doctor Syo Marrver, he travelled to the Outer Rim, to get as far away as he could from the Empire, the war, and everything else that brought back the memories. On one of the many shuttles between Outer Rim worlds he found himself on, he found a very spiced out twi'lek he'd never met before attempting to serve him alimony papers, complete with the name 'Syo Marrver' listed right on the paper. CT-2323 took one look at the papers, one look at the twi'lek, gave her the finger, and moved to another part of the shuttle. Now he lives his life as a local doctor and part-time lawman for Haven, and though he believes he has left his old life behind, patients who have spent the night under his care have claimed to hear him mumbling something about "following orders" in his sleep.
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Name: CT-2323, currently operates under the name "Dr. Syo Marrver." Species: Human Clone, using the Fett template. Age: 18 standard years, but is biologically 36 Appearance: Syo has the same face and body structure as all other Clones of the Fett template, though in his nearing middle age, he's been showing the signs of the biological affects of the accelerated aging. His muscles aren't as defined or strong as they once were, his skin is more rough and wrinkled than before, and his hair and beard are slowly showing more and more gray with each glance at the mirror. To establish himself as a 'new man' after his retirement from the army, Syo grew out his hair from the regulation length into a more natural medium cut, with a neatly trimmed full face beard to round things out. He wears assorted rugged clothing under a doctor's coat, and when helping out the lawmen he throws on the breastplate of a set of old Clone Trooper armor, with a customized DC-17 pistol at his hip. Force Sensitive: No Skills: Syo is a trained medical professional, able to operate on both humans and an assortment of alien life. Syo was a combat medic during the war, and as such has a grasp on how to fight in both ranged and physical combat, though his age has begun to cause those skills to deteriorate. Abilities: None Weaknesses: Due to the advanced aging process of the clones used in the war, Syo's physical and mental condition is not what it once was, and having not served in direct combat since the end of the war five years ago, Syo is rather lacking when it comes to strenuous physical activity. On the mental side of things, his medical knowledge is still mostly intact, but he increasingly finds himself double checking his memory with a datapad or other knowledge bank. Motivation: Syo's motivation in life is doing what he was trained to do, and that's keep people healthy and safe. He's set himself up as a sort of "country doctor" to the people of Haven, and tends to pitch in with the law keepers if they need an extra blaster or set of fists on their side. History: CT-2323 was a member of one of the first batches of Fett clones grown in 32 BBY, and as such was on the front lines of the First Battle of Geonosis in 22 BBY. Serving in the 101st battalion under Jedi General Fadri Ban, CT-2323 got to see the horrors of the war up close, something he still suffers from to this day. The 101st was a siege unit, designed to fight prolonged battles against Sepatatist-held cities, in some of the worst conditions of the war. Syo saw his squadmates and their greater unit get cut down by blaster fire, shredded by artillery shrapnel, and succumb to all manner of illnesses and wounds under his care. The only constants were General Ban, and her XO CT-4210 or Sergeant "Badger" as he was nicknamed. The three of them grew to be close comrades in arms, something that CT-2323 now dreads to remember. During the siege of Serant, the capital of Neman IV, General Ban was wounded in combat, and came under CT-2323's care. It was during his treatment of his close friend that the command for Order 66 came into effect, and CT-2323 was entirely unable to resist complying. In an act of brutal efficiency, CT-2323 drew his blaster and gunned down the wounded Jedi Knight with no hesitation, a realization that only came to the clone after he had committed the murder. With the war at a close, and the Republic now fully reorganised into the Galactic Empire, CT-2323 and the other first generation clones were steadily given honorable discharges, the Empire citing their advanced aging as a need to retire the soldiers. CT-2323 took this as an opportunity to get away from his past. Changing his Identity to that of Doctor Syo Marrver, he travelled to the Outer Rim, to get as far away as he could from the Empire, the war, and everything else that brought back the memories. On one of the many shuttles between Outer Rim worlds he found himself on, he found a very spiced out twi'lek he'd never met before attempting to serve him alimony papers, complete with the name 'Syo Marrver' listed right on the paper. CT-2323 took one look at the papers, one look at the twi'lek, gave her the finger, and moved to another part of the shuttle. Now he lives his life as a local doctor and part-time lawman for Haven, and though he believes he has left his old life behind, patients who have spent the night under his care have claimed to hear him mumbling something about "following orders" in his sleep.
I have a character idea I've been toying with for something off-site, and this could be a good place to see it in action as well. Count me up for this.
"Fire one, two, three, four, five. Pause for five. Fire one, two, three, four, five..." The fire drill ran through Bradlev's head as he sat at the firing range, his T-21 deployed on its bipod as he sent shots hurtling down range, attempting to place shots on various moving targets. This firing drill was something Bradlev had heavily trained with since its introduction to him by his squad leader. Bradlev's fellow LRB gunner, the comrade-in-arms he knew as Knockout, had been taught the same drill, and effective usage of it had becomes something of a competition between the two gunners. As Bradlev fired down range, he found himself smirking a bit as he brought down some of the more difficult targets in a single burst.
While Bradlev continued the drill, the voice of 'Swoop', Sergeant Kavis Vytuia, came in over the comms of Bradlev's helmet. Informing the squad that they were to assemble in the hanger and be ready for deployment. With that, Bradlev set about gathering his things from among his makeshit gunner's nest at the firing range before making his way to the hanger.
Bradlev didn't know much about the planet they were in orbit, and he didn't rightly care to know either. It was some kind of trash disposal world, and he knew the Empire held an outpost there for gathering potential raw materials from among the garbage, but beyond that he felt it didn't matter. All that did matter was that his unit gets in, do their jobs, and get out intact.
Stepping into the hanger, he saw that much of the squad was already assembled and standing in formation. Moving to take his place, he'd offer a curt nod and a polite "Sergeant." to his squad leader, before taking his place in the unit. Taking a place in the formation next to Aysié, on the opposite side as Kato, he'd offer a quick nod to the others in the squad that had assembled, before snapping into place properly and standing quietly, awaiting further instruction.
Barak Varr had always been a sort of 'home away from home' for Dathac. The place he often returned to for supplies, a real bed, and of course, a mug of drink only a Dawi could make. It was during the most recent of these visits that Dathac found himself wandering the grand halls and chambers of the Dawi city's public areas and places, looking for his next exciting bit of work in service to the peoples of the Borderlands.
It was during one of the many conversations Dathac was having that he was directed to Copperbeard's place of dealing. A strange Dawi, one dressed in an assortment of clothing that served only to obscure his given profession, a strange sight indeed. The dwarf spoke of a renowned longbeard, searching for any and all dwarfs brave and stout enough to take up the quest offered by this 'Copperbeard'. Dathac would thank the kinsman, and make his way down the halls.
Copperbeard's residence was built in a fashion that was distinctly Dawi in nature. Manlings and others would probably liken it to resembling some sort of fortress wall or other fortified structure, but Dathac recognized it as the abode of a dwarf of high stature. The torches lit the way in expert unison, and the armored head serving as the final grand display was expertly carved and crafted, a towering example of true craftsdwarfship.
Stepping into the hall, Dathac found himself part of a group of presumably similarly-minded Dawi, those looking for some sort of job or adventure.
After Karling and Aina had introduced themselves, Dathac chose to present himself to the elder. "Honor to you, oh lord, for allowing us to come before you. I am Dathac Metalcrest, a Ranger hailing from Karaz-A-Karak." Dathac's voice was quiet, but audible, his Khazalid bearing an accent that, while still Dawi, had a hint of the tone used by manlings of the Borderlands, showing Dathac's time spent away from home.
I'm a stupid idiot who runs away from problems instead of facing them. Trying to change that one place at a time.
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">I'm a stupid idiot who runs away from problems instead of facing them. Trying to change that one place at a time.</div>
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