In the hall Reem noticed another Mandalorian talking with a Wookiee Jedi. He identified him by the armor design he wore as a son of Kast, a smaller clan on Mandalore with which he had a good relationship with. Though Reem did not recognize the man. Reem knew the Allit'alor personally as well as many of the clan elders whom he had fought alongside with during the clan wars. Kast were great warriors and Reem had kept in contact with Kast ever since as trade partners and allies. The Wookie Jedi Kast was speaking with should be none other than Master Rorwoorr as Master Dorn had informed him about. There was a woman who wore Mandalorian armor he did not recognize, it could mean anything. There were clans who isolated themselves or had left Mandalore entirely, but there was something odd about her. Part of him wanted to confront her and ask her who she was. He remained quiet about it.
Reem nodded at Kast in acknowledgment then at the Wookiee who had bowed to greet him. The Wookiee gave Reem a comlink and instructions in Shyriiwook. He understood every word. "I understand your tongue and have no need for your protocol droid." The Wookiee reminded him of his best friend Wyrryshrook, he missed having his partner around. She always brightened his mood. The Wookiee Jedi gave off a very peaceful and comforting vibe, as if everything was going to be okay. That's how he felt around Wyrry. Reem instantly trusted what Rorwoorr said as genuine That was rare instance and something the Mandalorian didn't do lightly, especially for a Jedi; but, the Wookiee was truthfully concerned for the people of Mandalore. Anyone who cared for the Mando'ade was a friend of Reem. He had only known the Jedi for five minutes and Reem had silently pledged his allegiance to him.
"I am honored to serve you Master Rorwoorr, and I would be greatly honored to fight by your side," Reem offered his hand in custom with Mandalorian covenant and shook hands with the Wookiee. He also offered his arm to Kast. "Kast, It's always a pleasure to be in the presence of ner vod, al burc'ya vaal burk'yc, burc'ya veman."
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Alright I'm almost finished with my new character: Padawan Autumn Alde, Jedi Healer.
I'll try to finish her CS and get a post in tomorrow.
I'll try to finish her CS and get a post in tomorrow.
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HeySeuss said
It's all good. I'd rather get the word now.
I'm thinking I can go the healer/medic route ;)
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It's all good. I'd rather get the word now.
I'm thinking I can go the healer/medic route ;)
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HeySeuss, I am terribly sorry about this, but I am having a hard time with my character, my heart isn't in it as much as I tried to start pulling away from my usual characters. I'm going to have to withdraw from the RP.
PS I don't mean to upset you <3
EDIT: <3
PS I don't mean to upset you <3
EDIT: <3
**Still working on CS**
Location: Public Entrance, Jedi Temple, Coruscant
Time: 1430
Stepping out of a Coruscant taxi outside of the ziggurat-like structure, Choruk Reem was not happy to be standing in front of the Jedi Temple. It wasn't his decision. But when a Jedi contacts a Mandalorian and asks for help, how could he refuse? As much as he wanted to say no, and then some, Choruk had taken the time to walk up the many steps to the Jedi Temple. It would be an excellent workout to take a few laps up and down the steps. The real reason he took the stairs instead was because he wasn't authorized in the Jedi Temple's hangar. Reem had learned that the hard way. The last time he attempted to contact a Jedi through the Temple's airspace he had a long argument with traffic controller and a young padawan who took the heat from Reem's anger after requesting a Jedi. This time it was the Jedi who were requesting his presence.
The Mandalorian warrior wore his armor and stuck out like a sore thumb as many Jedi walked past him in their robes. He received many looks of curiosity and concern, but none of the wizards approached him in his foul mood. None except for Jedi Master Rogal Dorn. Behind him was the Echani Jedi, Magnus Galath. These two Jedi he both liked and hated at the same time, and right now he was leaning toward hating. Especially Dorn, if it wasn't bad enough he was a Jedi, being the arrogant man who had been responsible for his arrest was even more infuriating. As hard as it was to swallow, Reem liked the Echani Jedi, even admired him in some ways. The fact he was Echani made it hard to like him, though Galath's allegiance was to the order and not his culture.
"Alright, I'm here, are you happy now?" He said in a defiant tone.
"Sergeant Reem, you are here to learn what the Jedi are meant to be: Keepers of the Peace. You can learn something from our talks with the politicians," answered Rogal Dorn in a stern, yet forgiving voice.
"I highly doubt that. Now I believe you were going to request something of me? Do I detect a favor that I owe you?"
"That is correct, Sergeant," answered Dorn with a bearded smile.
"I had a bad feeling you were going to say that," Reem sighed.
"For one without the guidance of the Force you are a very perceptive fellow," Galath chimed in.
"Bad luck in this case," he said with as much sarcasm as he could emphasize.
"Well?" questioned the Mandalorian.
The Echani leaned forward. "Choruk, your service to the Republic has been invaluable, and your connections to the clans on Mandalore are in need right now. You see, I have received word from a colleague of mine who tells me that there is a crisis at hand which involves the Sith and Mandalore. I am not at liberty to discuss any additional details, nor do I have more information to give you; but I know that the Republic is in need of man like you. Would you assist us in this matter?"
Master Galath didn't give Reem much of a choice, as much as it sounded like he was asking for his help, Reem was bound by honor and could not refuse. As much as the Jedi irritated him, they had helped Reem in his time of need; and, the Jedi had taken a less obnoxious approach than Republic Intelligence with all their accusations, interrogations, and secrets. Master Galath had vouched for Reem in the past. Not only did Galath vouch for him in front of the Chancellor, but in front of several Republic officers. There had been a few incidents in the Republic Army when Reem butted heads with the regular army and their approach to military operations whether that be in garrison or during operations. It wasn't until he was placed in charge of a unit with the Republic Special Forces Division that he really began to take his career seriously. Of course, that's when they began to take him seriously. Galath had helped been a buffer between the Mandalorian and trouble with the Republic.
"Of course, Master Jedi. If this crisis involves Mandalore as you say, then I would be honored to serve in this matter."
Now it was Master Dorn's turn. "Excellent, you are needed at the Senate, I have already notified Master Rorwoorr, a Wookiee Jedi who is taking charge of a mission. If you would report to him, he would greatly appreciate your assistance.." The old Jedi paused. "And Sergeant, I do hope you stay out of trouble." The Master said with bushy raised eyebrows. Dorn stopped. He did not say anything, nor did he turn around. After a brief moment as if he was allowing his final words of warning to set in, he began to walk away toward the great Halls of the Jedi Temple entrance. I really hate that man.
Magnus waited with Reem. "Choruk, I know your frustrations with him, but the Jedi and the Republic really need your help with this. We are indebted to you now, my friend." Galath said offering his arm in the traditional Mandalorian custom. Choruk shook hands by clasping the Echani's forearm with their hand above the wrist. The hand-to-elbow grip is the Mandalorian sign of proving one's ability to haul a comrade to safety, if need be. This was the reason he could never hate the Echani, he never failed to respect Reem's culture, and in turn Choruk trusted the Jedi with his life. He knew Galath would have his back in the heat of battle, and the two could rely on each other.
"May the Force be with you," Master Galath left the Mandalorian with even though he didn't believe in their religion. The Mandalorian respected it, taking it as a blessing and not a curse. If from any other Jedi, he would have a list of curses and a piece of his mind to chew.
Choruk called another Taxi and headed to the Senate district of Coruscant. After half an hour of weaving in and out of Coruscanti airspeeder traffic, the Mandalorian finally arrived at the Senate. After confirming that the Jedi had a meeting with Republic Defense Council and possibly the Chancellor, the Senate guard scanned his ID card and validated his access then led the Mandalorian to a grand receiving hall where he waited to be cleared. He was searched and his weapons confiscated from him. Now he waited to meet the Wookiee Jedi or whoever it was that was supposed to brief him on what was going on.
Time: 1430
Stepping out of a Coruscant taxi outside of the ziggurat-like structure, Choruk Reem was not happy to be standing in front of the Jedi Temple. It wasn't his decision. But when a Jedi contacts a Mandalorian and asks for help, how could he refuse? As much as he wanted to say no, and then some, Choruk had taken the time to walk up the many steps to the Jedi Temple. It would be an excellent workout to take a few laps up and down the steps. The real reason he took the stairs instead was because he wasn't authorized in the Jedi Temple's hangar. Reem had learned that the hard way. The last time he attempted to contact a Jedi through the Temple's airspace he had a long argument with traffic controller and a young padawan who took the heat from Reem's anger after requesting a Jedi. This time it was the Jedi who were requesting his presence.
The Mandalorian warrior wore his armor and stuck out like a sore thumb as many Jedi walked past him in their robes. He received many looks of curiosity and concern, but none of the wizards approached him in his foul mood. None except for Jedi Master Rogal Dorn. Behind him was the Echani Jedi, Magnus Galath. These two Jedi he both liked and hated at the same time, and right now he was leaning toward hating. Especially Dorn, if it wasn't bad enough he was a Jedi, being the arrogant man who had been responsible for his arrest was even more infuriating. As hard as it was to swallow, Reem liked the Echani Jedi, even admired him in some ways. The fact he was Echani made it hard to like him, though Galath's allegiance was to the order and not his culture.
"Alright, I'm here, are you happy now?" He said in a defiant tone.
"Sergeant Reem, you are here to learn what the Jedi are meant to be: Keepers of the Peace. You can learn something from our talks with the politicians," answered Rogal Dorn in a stern, yet forgiving voice.
"I highly doubt that. Now I believe you were going to request something of me? Do I detect a favor that I owe you?"
"That is correct, Sergeant," answered Dorn with a bearded smile.
"I had a bad feeling you were going to say that," Reem sighed.
"For one without the guidance of the Force you are a very perceptive fellow," Galath chimed in.
"Bad luck in this case," he said with as much sarcasm as he could emphasize.
"Well?" questioned the Mandalorian.
The Echani leaned forward. "Choruk, your service to the Republic has been invaluable, and your connections to the clans on Mandalore are in need right now. You see, I have received word from a colleague of mine who tells me that there is a crisis at hand which involves the Sith and Mandalore. I am not at liberty to discuss any additional details, nor do I have more information to give you; but I know that the Republic is in need of man like you. Would you assist us in this matter?"
Master Galath didn't give Reem much of a choice, as much as it sounded like he was asking for his help, Reem was bound by honor and could not refuse. As much as the Jedi irritated him, they had helped Reem in his time of need; and, the Jedi had taken a less obnoxious approach than Republic Intelligence with all their accusations, interrogations, and secrets. Master Galath had vouched for Reem in the past. Not only did Galath vouch for him in front of the Chancellor, but in front of several Republic officers. There had been a few incidents in the Republic Army when Reem butted heads with the regular army and their approach to military operations whether that be in garrison or during operations. It wasn't until he was placed in charge of a unit with the Republic Special Forces Division that he really began to take his career seriously. Of course, that's when they began to take him seriously. Galath had helped been a buffer between the Mandalorian and trouble with the Republic.
"Of course, Master Jedi. If this crisis involves Mandalore as you say, then I would be honored to serve in this matter."
Now it was Master Dorn's turn. "Excellent, you are needed at the Senate, I have already notified Master Rorwoorr, a Wookiee Jedi who is taking charge of a mission. If you would report to him, he would greatly appreciate your assistance.." The old Jedi paused. "And Sergeant, I do hope you stay out of trouble." The Master said with bushy raised eyebrows. Dorn stopped. He did not say anything, nor did he turn around. After a brief moment as if he was allowing his final words of warning to set in, he began to walk away toward the great Halls of the Jedi Temple entrance. I really hate that man.
Magnus waited with Reem. "Choruk, I know your frustrations with him, but the Jedi and the Republic really need your help with this. We are indebted to you now, my friend." Galath said offering his arm in the traditional Mandalorian custom. Choruk shook hands by clasping the Echani's forearm with their hand above the wrist. The hand-to-elbow grip is the Mandalorian sign of proving one's ability to haul a comrade to safety, if need be. This was the reason he could never hate the Echani, he never failed to respect Reem's culture, and in turn Choruk trusted the Jedi with his life. He knew Galath would have his back in the heat of battle, and the two could rely on each other.
"May the Force be with you," Master Galath left the Mandalorian with even though he didn't believe in their religion. The Mandalorian respected it, taking it as a blessing and not a curse. If from any other Jedi, he would have a list of curses and a piece of his mind to chew.
Choruk called another Taxi and headed to the Senate district of Coruscant. After half an hour of weaving in and out of Coruscanti airspeeder traffic, the Mandalorian finally arrived at the Senate. After confirming that the Jedi had a meeting with Republic Defense Council and possibly the Chancellor, the Senate guard scanned his ID card and validated his access then led the Mandalorian to a grand receiving hall where he waited to be cleared. He was searched and his weapons confiscated from him. Now he waited to meet the Wookiee Jedi or whoever it was that was supposed to brief him on what was going on.
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Location: Interrogation Room, Republic Intelligence Headquarters, Coruscant
Time: 0530
Two men sat in a secured, sound-proof cell. All was dark except for the single light that seemed to only blind the man in question. Choruk Reem pinched the bridge of his nose, the primal fury of his mood was almost palpable. He grunted something unintelligible. It was only his third day after signing out on leave and the Republic Army was taking his time away. Not even enough time to go back home to Mandalore. He sat there still and quiet, turning his focus away from the reasons of his being here, and the throbbing headache after drinking as much as he did last night. He didn't know how much he drank, he lost count after ten drinks. "Sergeant Reem," the skinny, stone-faced Intelligence Officer, Chief Eudrep, broke the silence in a dry tone which was too loud for comfort for a sleepy alcoholic. "I heard you the first time, sir, I still don't know this has to be done while I have two weeks left of paid leave... as in leave of absence... as in, very far away from here."
"Sergeant, you know as well as I that the nature of the job which you volunteered for."
"Ha! You're wrong Chief-er-oh, I didn't volunteer, I was conscripted."
"You were granted clemency! An appeal by which the Jedi vouched for on your behalf, granted by the Chancellor himself! You should be locked up in a maximum security facility. I'd be surprised if you didn't have a twenty-four hour guard while you rotted away in solitary confinement."
"Ah but that's not solitary now is it, sir?" Choruk laughed, making every attempt to make the term 'sir' an insult. "I didn't sign up for all this osik. And the chakaar of a Chancellor has decreased my kriffing paycheck and worried about stupid regulations over common sense and rational thought!" He emphasized with a fist pound to the table.
"I'm aware you brought in the terrorist Neran, responsible for a series of bombings on Coruscant." Chief Eudrep said ignoring Reem's complaints.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah... with the help of my partner, and your Republic paid us a fortune for him...let's skip the small chat. You can hear the story on Holo-Net History."
"Sergeant Reem, you served in the Mandalore's militia during the clan wars is that correct?"
"I served in the Army yes, for six years there were fighting among the clans. The northern clans banded together to fight off invading clans. It was brother versus brother, bloody conflicts in an war with no end in sight. Clan Reem stayed together, for the most part our lands were untouched by war, but we were allies with Ordo, and they unfortunately suffered from intense battles. We defended our brothers and I saw much action against enemy clans. After much chaos, death, and destruction, the clans eventually decided to stop fighting. Some smaller clans were even wiped from existence, or fled the planet. To this day the clans remain bitter, and divided..."
He stopped for a brief moment, having a flashback to the war...
The northern clans raided an enemy encampment in the middle of the night, there were heavy casualties on both sides and after hours of fighting the field they stood that was once used for farming now littered with bodies. Choruk had struck down his first Mandalorian that night. Stabbed another mando with a vibro-blade right in an unprotected portion of the armor to penetrate the abdomen and severing the enemy's vena cava. The fallen warrior bled out in less than three minutes. Choruk was only nineteen years old, and he had killed a veteran. It wasn't who was the better warrior it was who lived and who died in that moment. Reem took off the Mandalorian's helmet to reveal the pale face of a bearded man. The Northern Clans won that battle shortly after, but not a single soldier spoke in victory. It was only loss. Many good men died that day on both sides. Not a word was spoken, only the sounds of axes and shovels digging into the ground as a mass grave was made to honor the dead.
The room remained silent as the chief looked through a comprehensive dossier composed on the Mandalorian. He shuffled through pertinent papers. "You broke into the Jedi Temple, twice is that is..."
"Hey wait a minute, sir! I only broke in the first time because I was working a job to expose a traitor, a padawan spy. Even the kriffing Jedi were grateful for my work on that one... And I helped track down a rouge Jedi on Telos IV with Wyrry," Reem said attempting to cover up any suspicious behavior with more of his 'good deeds.'
"Yet I remember an old certain security recording in the Azurbani system, if I recall correctly..." the bald man replied with an almost devious grin, "You broke into a Republic prison on Kiffex, and freed a Mandalorian criminal, Vanna Ordo."
"Our clans have been allies long before the Mandalorian Wars, I was the closest when she sent out a distress signal, and she fought by my side during the clan wars. She would have done the same for me, so I broke into the prison. My people puts family and honor before anything, something you people could learn a lot from!" Now things were getting heated. Reem was practically shouting now. His temper was boiling and he wasn't going to spend his leave days being interrogated. He wanted to kill the Chief with his bare hands. If only that would satisfy him, I would carve him up like something found on display at the Metropolitan Museum of Coruscant. Choruk hated officers in general, intelligence officers even more, but this officer, in particular, he hated the most. Stuck up, scrawny looking, meat-head... Reem calmed a bit down, as he could see the look on the Chief's face, his lips were starting to quiver. Ah, he is scared of the big bad mando... Reem was going to have fun with this now.
"I fierfeking even provided the Jedi, and you Republic types, with invaluable intelligence on secret cult of Sith, and aided Jedi and Republic forces in defeating a powerful trio of Sith Lords, and who assisted me besides Wyrry, none other than the infamous Vanna Ordo. You can send her a thank you." He spat.
"Yet, you broke into the Jedi Temple for a second time only to retrieve special prisoner whom you were responsible for brining in for justice?" Chief Eudrep was attempting to intimidate the Mandalorian. He is going to need to learn better.
"Only to clear my conscience, I restored Neran to his rightful place. He went through enough punishment..."
"He was a terrorist! A murderer! He killed innocent people, for the fun of it!"
"It was about honor and redemption, justice on Mandalore is much different than your Republic's corrupted sense."
"And finally your sins caught up with you, you were hunted down by Jedi Masters Rogal Dorn and Magnus B. Galath, who arrested you on Mandalore. They gave you the option to serve in the Republic Army or rot in prison, how's that been working for you, Sergeant?"
"Well I've never been to Hell or eternal chamber of torment but I'm guessing it would be better equivalent." Choruk laughed.
"Your deployment record is outstanding, with only two years of active service you've proven yourself in the Republic Special Forces Division. You've been apart of several successful operations that has not gone unnoticed by command, but there are many even here in Republic Intelligence who question your motives and loyalties..."
"I have no love of your precious Republic. I do my job, and damn proud of it, but I am not dishonorable. I always take responsibility for my actions and I will never go back on my word."
"Well I certainly hope so, for your sake, otherwise we will be having a completely different conversation in the future. One that I might add, I would enjoy very much." There the Chief went again with a devious grin. Prick.
"Just as much as I would enjoy, putting a bolt through your head, sir." Just as the Chief's smile turned into a disapproving frown he gave a mock-salute as he grabbed his helmet. It was time for a much needed beer. He didn't care about whatever this screening was for, he didn't owe the Republic anything. He wasn't going to be bullied into it, not by Master Galath, not by the Chancellor, and certainly not Chief Eudrep and all his formal nonsense.
"We will be in touch, Sergeant Reem." Chief Eudrep coldly stated, Reem flipped the Chief off as he exited.
Time: 0530
Two men sat in a secured, sound-proof cell. All was dark except for the single light that seemed to only blind the man in question. Choruk Reem pinched the bridge of his nose, the primal fury of his mood was almost palpable. He grunted something unintelligible. It was only his third day after signing out on leave and the Republic Army was taking his time away. Not even enough time to go back home to Mandalore. He sat there still and quiet, turning his focus away from the reasons of his being here, and the throbbing headache after drinking as much as he did last night. He didn't know how much he drank, he lost count after ten drinks. "Sergeant Reem," the skinny, stone-faced Intelligence Officer, Chief Eudrep, broke the silence in a dry tone which was too loud for comfort for a sleepy alcoholic. "I heard you the first time, sir, I still don't know this has to be done while I have two weeks left of paid leave... as in leave of absence... as in, very far away from here."
"Sergeant, you know as well as I that the nature of the job which you volunteered for."
"Ha! You're wrong Chief-er-oh, I didn't volunteer, I was conscripted."
"You were granted clemency! An appeal by which the Jedi vouched for on your behalf, granted by the Chancellor himself! You should be locked up in a maximum security facility. I'd be surprised if you didn't have a twenty-four hour guard while you rotted away in solitary confinement."
"Ah but that's not solitary now is it, sir?" Choruk laughed, making every attempt to make the term 'sir' an insult. "I didn't sign up for all this osik. And the chakaar of a Chancellor has decreased my kriffing paycheck and worried about stupid regulations over common sense and rational thought!" He emphasized with a fist pound to the table.
"I'm aware you brought in the terrorist Neran, responsible for a series of bombings on Coruscant." Chief Eudrep said ignoring Reem's complaints.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah... with the help of my partner, and your Republic paid us a fortune for him...let's skip the small chat. You can hear the story on Holo-Net History."
"Sergeant Reem, you served in the Mandalore's militia during the clan wars is that correct?"
"I served in the Army yes, for six years there were fighting among the clans. The northern clans banded together to fight off invading clans. It was brother versus brother, bloody conflicts in an war with no end in sight. Clan Reem stayed together, for the most part our lands were untouched by war, but we were allies with Ordo, and they unfortunately suffered from intense battles. We defended our brothers and I saw much action against enemy clans. After much chaos, death, and destruction, the clans eventually decided to stop fighting. Some smaller clans were even wiped from existence, or fled the planet. To this day the clans remain bitter, and divided..."
He stopped for a brief moment, having a flashback to the war...
The northern clans raided an enemy encampment in the middle of the night, there were heavy casualties on both sides and after hours of fighting the field they stood that was once used for farming now littered with bodies. Choruk had struck down his first Mandalorian that night. Stabbed another mando with a vibro-blade right in an unprotected portion of the armor to penetrate the abdomen and severing the enemy's vena cava. The fallen warrior bled out in less than three minutes. Choruk was only nineteen years old, and he had killed a veteran. It wasn't who was the better warrior it was who lived and who died in that moment. Reem took off the Mandalorian's helmet to reveal the pale face of a bearded man. The Northern Clans won that battle shortly after, but not a single soldier spoke in victory. It was only loss. Many good men died that day on both sides. Not a word was spoken, only the sounds of axes and shovels digging into the ground as a mass grave was made to honor the dead.
The room remained silent as the chief looked through a comprehensive dossier composed on the Mandalorian. He shuffled through pertinent papers. "You broke into the Jedi Temple, twice is that is..."
"Hey wait a minute, sir! I only broke in the first time because I was working a job to expose a traitor, a padawan spy. Even the kriffing Jedi were grateful for my work on that one... And I helped track down a rouge Jedi on Telos IV with Wyrry," Reem said attempting to cover up any suspicious behavior with more of his 'good deeds.'
"Yet I remember an old certain security recording in the Azurbani system, if I recall correctly..." the bald man replied with an almost devious grin, "You broke into a Republic prison on Kiffex, and freed a Mandalorian criminal, Vanna Ordo."
"Our clans have been allies long before the Mandalorian Wars, I was the closest when she sent out a distress signal, and she fought by my side during the clan wars. She would have done the same for me, so I broke into the prison. My people puts family and honor before anything, something you people could learn a lot from!" Now things were getting heated. Reem was practically shouting now. His temper was boiling and he wasn't going to spend his leave days being interrogated. He wanted to kill the Chief with his bare hands. If only that would satisfy him, I would carve him up like something found on display at the Metropolitan Museum of Coruscant. Choruk hated officers in general, intelligence officers even more, but this officer, in particular, he hated the most. Stuck up, scrawny looking, meat-head... Reem calmed a bit down, as he could see the look on the Chief's face, his lips were starting to quiver. Ah, he is scared of the big bad mando... Reem was going to have fun with this now.
"I fierfeking even provided the Jedi, and you Republic types, with invaluable intelligence on secret cult of Sith, and aided Jedi and Republic forces in defeating a powerful trio of Sith Lords, and who assisted me besides Wyrry, none other than the infamous Vanna Ordo. You can send her a thank you." He spat.
"Yet, you broke into the Jedi Temple for a second time only to retrieve special prisoner whom you were responsible for brining in for justice?" Chief Eudrep was attempting to intimidate the Mandalorian. He is going to need to learn better.
"Only to clear my conscience, I restored Neran to his rightful place. He went through enough punishment..."
"He was a terrorist! A murderer! He killed innocent people, for the fun of it!"
"It was about honor and redemption, justice on Mandalore is much different than your Republic's corrupted sense."
"And finally your sins caught up with you, you were hunted down by Jedi Masters Rogal Dorn and Magnus B. Galath, who arrested you on Mandalore. They gave you the option to serve in the Republic Army or rot in prison, how's that been working for you, Sergeant?"
"Well I've never been to Hell or eternal chamber of torment but I'm guessing it would be better equivalent." Choruk laughed.
"Your deployment record is outstanding, with only two years of active service you've proven yourself in the Republic Special Forces Division. You've been apart of several successful operations that has not gone unnoticed by command, but there are many even here in Republic Intelligence who question your motives and loyalties..."
"I have no love of your precious Republic. I do my job, and damn proud of it, but I am not dishonorable. I always take responsibility for my actions and I will never go back on my word."
"Well I certainly hope so, for your sake, otherwise we will be having a completely different conversation in the future. One that I might add, I would enjoy very much." There the Chief went again with a devious grin. Prick.
"Just as much as I would enjoy, putting a bolt through your head, sir." Just as the Chief's smile turned into a disapproving frown he gave a mock-salute as he grabbed his helmet. It was time for a much needed beer. He didn't care about whatever this screening was for, he didn't owe the Republic anything. He wasn't going to be bullied into it, not by Master Galath, not by the Chancellor, and certainly not Chief Eudrep and all his formal nonsense.
"We will be in touch, Sergeant Reem." Chief Eudrep coldly stated, Reem flipped the Chief off as he exited.
Sep said
That's cause the mission we started with was a little bit of improv. We were on Abridon, taking out a Sith Enclave when Crusade turned up and ripped the Republic Fleet a new one. Since then the Republic side has gained information from the Data Core(And that there is a so called Emperor indicating the SIth are more powerful than they thought) which is leading them to return to Coruscant with due haste, while Crusade has nefarious plans that include a Corellian Senator, discrediting the Jedi and going to Coruscant.If you want to jump in Asura is doing something on Mandalore and I can ask her in the IRC if you want to collab with her, unless you'd like me to think up an alternative mission for you to be doing right now until you can group with people on Coruscant?
Lol sorry the site was problems, so I couldn't edit. I'm working on finishing up reading the IC.
I'm not sure who "Asura" is at the moment, my apologies. Mandalore is definitely a place I can handle as well as Coruscant, but I did write into the backstory for my character that he was conscripted into the Task Force so however you think he should be worked in, I'll roll with it. But I was thinking he could be new to the Task Force, Choruk's skill as a soldier would be invaluable for the Republic but also his wide conections as well, he as contacts on Mandalore and Coruscant that could be of help.
EDIT: finished reading the IC, I'm thinking I should be on Coruscant apart of a mission for the Republic/Jedi or (linking up with a Republic char IC). Are you in charge of the Task Force? What's going on Coruscant.
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