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Role-Playing / Re: The Old Republic: Hidden Fronts
« on: March 19, 2017, 02:07:55 AM »
"Negative. Republic SIS has already laid the groundwork for the native guerrilla force. The Moochers worked with local engineers to construct a hidden outpost in one of the jungle cliffs outside of any major cities. I am told the site was previously a Moocher colony before they moved to another location closer to civilization to improve trade access. The structure is shielded from scanners, has limited autodefenses, marginal medical facilities. From what I understand food will not be an issue as there is plenty of local game to hunt in addition to a plethora of edible flora" Thrasken informed. The rattling of the ship increased as it hit the atmosphere of the planet, and a short laugh erupted from one of the other mercenaries across the room.

"Feel tha' gents? Internal dam'ner are turned down to a wee bitty. Less power for tha' 'perials ta detect, butta lot more rattle-n-bang for us! Proper ride this is!" jubilantly explained the stout man who owned the earlier laugh. He had simple combat armor on, dull green plates covering major spots with a blue undersuit beneath, held tight to his body by a number of black straps. He wore a yellow metal frame over his torso, something that looked more at home on a construction site than a fighter. Numerous arms and tools were tucked together, taking up as little space as possible. The frame rattled against his armor, the straps keeping it on struggling with the force being put on them. His red beard was neatly trimmed, and a tattoo covered his shaved scalp.

A few more chuckles from individuals around the ship followed, but all were drowned out by the noise. Thrasken made a motion from his mouth to his ear, indicating he would continue speaking when he could be heard.

Role-Playing / Re: The Old Republic: Hidden Fronts
« on: February 13, 2017, 03:09:33 PM »
"The local resistance will have no trouble providing troops, though the quality of each fighter is unknown. We will be working with both the native Gados and Moochers. The Gados average 1.8 meters in height, and show heightened levels of dexterity. They also suffer from a fragile biological composition. The internal organs of a Gados are spread through the entire body in a ribbon-like fashion, thus any penetrating injury can be lethal. Dismemberment is usually fatal for them, something the Empire has been using to incite fear in the natives," Thraskan stated. He then held his hand out at waist height. "The Moochers are much smaller, averaging at a meter tall. They will be the bulk of the resistance forces as we have allied with a Moocher queen. A single queen births thousands of Moochers to maintain the population of their dens, and the beings rapidly mature. We will not have an issue maintaining numbers, as every three months a new generation of Moochers will be ready to fight"

As Thraskan finished that statement, he stopped, and seemed to do some calculations in his head. He jerked a thumb over at another being across the bay, a Zabrak speaking in a group of other mercs.

"Though their combat potential will be based on how quickly Bandar LoQuiin can train them. LoQuiin is a former security consultant, he trained corporate agricultural security forces on the outer rim. It is my understanding that local farmers have been forming militias and bombing large corporate farms for decades. The corporations bring him in to train security forces to handle the threat, and he will be the primary training sergeant for the resistance fighters," Thraskan reached out and steadied himself as the ship shuddered. He checked the datapad in his gauntlet before motioning towards the seats near the trio. "We're going to be descending into the atmosphere in a moment, I recommend we take seats"

Thraskan moved in a measured, minimal manner as he took his seat and immediately pulled the crass harness over his chest armor. Once he was finished he continued to speak,

"In my estimation the most valuable allies we will have are the various smugglers, criminals, and other discontents that frequent the shadowport. Without any real government oversight on Abregado-rae, along with the very accepting nature of the Gados has lead to a large number of criminal syndicates making their homes on the planet. Due to the lack of official Republic backing, they will likely be willing to deal with us as a means to remove the Imperial forces to return the earlier ease of business they enjoyed"

Role-Playing / Re: The Old Republic: Hidden Fronts
« on: January 30, 2017, 04:04:25 PM »
Thraskan shook his head slowly in a very measured manner. He tapped a few buttons on his gauntlet and held out his palm. Light reached out from the center of his hand and began to form a holoimage . The image formed one layer after another, filling out a diorama of a major spaceport and the surrounding area. Hovering above the city was a single Imperial cruiser, numerous dots filling the sky around it. Thraskan tapped another few buttons without looking at the back of his arm and the view began to animate. The dots moved closer to the source of the view, flying in formation. Imperial fighters crossed the sky, the cruiser held position as its turbolasers moved in slow arcs to provide coverage.

The view angled downward and then zoomed in. It focused on a single building. The tall building was nestled in with other skyscrapers, though it had numerous landing pads across its height. Imperial ships touched down at various pads, offloading troops, equipment, droids, and other supplies. The view panned down to the base where defensive positions were being built. Here the view paused, and the playback ended.

"Not as much as I would like to know. We've got one Harrower-class cruiser parked over the shadowport, and it is in the process of moving its ground contingent to occupy the main starship workshop in the port. Other Harrower cruisers have come and gone, but we are currently unaware of their patrol pattern in this sector. We have pinged three unique cruisers in total, but others may be in the region. Based on the supplies that are being moved to the workshops, it would also stand to reason that the ground contingent has been reinforced with additional occupation forces" Thraskan stated, a frown on his face. He closed the holoprojection and shook his head slowly.

"We are unaware of the composition of these troops. We cannot confirm the presence of airborne, engineering, special forces, or pacification troops. The motorized components of the forces have yet to be unpacked, so we are also unaware of the armored support available, or the presence of any Sith. In all, I have a lot of work to do when we get on planet to get us up to speed"

Role-Playing / Re: The Old Republic: Hidden Fronts
« on: January 09, 2017, 06:09:23 PM »
The man took a moment to consider his words, which gave another man the opportunity to walk up to the pair and answer for him.

"Peltawu, you are a Corellian big game hunter, correct. Brief service in the Republic Armed Forces before returning to the private sector," the grey-skinned man's words were more statement than question, but earned a nod from Peltwu in affirmation. He man moved his gaze to Gil "Yorvan, explosives specialist. Served in the Republic Special Forces during the conflict, entered the private sector after the signing of the Treaty of Coruscant"

The man's meter was regulated, his diction very clear. He extended a hand to each man before he spoke again.

"Thraskan, combat intelligence operative. Formerly Thyrsian Special Forces, most recently employed by Arakyd's Combat Technology Research Group. It is a pleasure to make both of your acquaintances"

Role-Playing / Re: The Old Republic: Hidden Fronts
« on: September 15, 2016, 07:34:40 PM »
Chapter 1: Landfall

The scout vessel shuddered as it exited hyperspace, gently waking any aboard who had fallen asleep. The quarters were tight, but the two dozen beings had managed to find their own private spaces as best they could. The tension was heavy and put a damper on any conversation among the assorted contractors.

From the cockpit area stepped a middle-aged Chiss, probably one of a thousand not part of the Empire. He had introduced himself as Wishbone, the handle the group of mercenaries would know him as before they made the jump to hyperspace.

Wishbone stopped at the opening to the hold, and patiently waited for the murmur of conversation to die down. He held a datapad in one hand, the other resting on the wall beside him.

"Listen up! We are making our approach to Abregado-rae from the edge of the system, so there is no turning back now. As such, I will give you the final details. First, welcome to Taskforce Styanax. For those who don't know, this is a Styanax," Wishbone said as he held up his datapad for all of the mercenaries to see. There were some nods and mutters among the group, many satisfied with the deadly-looking creature their unit was named for.

"Styanax are native to Tralus, they keep to deeper waters and strike with a stinger that saps the energy of what it hits and leads to paralysis. Fitting, since you will need to keep to the shadows and sap the Empire's strength where you can. We have a small operating base set up where we will land. It is shielded against scanners and hidden in a series of canyons. We have automated defenses as well as native rebel fighters guarding the perimeter," Wishbone continued. He tapped a few buttons on his datapad, and a wave of notification bings swept through the group.

"You all have your preliminary role assignments, fitted to your skills. You also have your associated callsign. When communicating over the comms, in earshot of non-task force members, or whenever you think someone else might be listening use them. The Empire has a nasty habit of using the personal information of contractors to kidnap loved ones and other detestable things. We want to avoid that, so we have also put SIS assets in place to keep an eye over anyone who might fit that descriptor. For their safety of course, nothing for any of you to worry about," Wishbone continued. His tone, Imperial accent, and the content of his speech seemed to unsettle many of the mercenaries. Nonetheless, they kept their gripes to themselves, for now.

"Now then, I understand that many of you have not worked together before. I suggest you all aquatint yourselves as best you can. We have another two hours at our creep to get to Abregado-rae, in one and a half I'll finish my briefing"

Role-Playing / The Old Republic: Hidden Fronts
« on: September 05, 2016, 05:52:09 AM »
After the Treaty of Coruscant was signed, neither the Galactic Republic or Sith Empire truly stopped fighting. Instead they engaged in a shadow war of proxy conflicts, subterfuge, and intrigue. On the seemingly peaceful, simple planet of Abregado-rae lies one of the hottest nexus of smuggling in the Colonies. Combined with an infamous Shadowport, the planet was one of many taken over by the Sith Empire.

The Republic's Strategic Information Service immediately launched a proxy war using the native Gados and Moochers, trying to make the planet too much trouble for the Empire to hold. In response to the native's aggression the Empire landed a large number of troops, trying to occupy as much of the planet as possible. The proximity to the edge of Republic controlled territory makes large troop movements risky, however.

To help the native resistance, and to help maintain deniability, the SIS has hired a group of mercenaries to help lead and train the local resistance. The mercenaries will also be responsible for engaging in a number of high-risk anti-Empire operations that are outside of the scope of the local resistance.

Character Format:



Name: Kendor Thraskan

Age: 38

Race: Thyrsian

Appearance: Light-skinned for his people, Thraskan is a charcoal grey man with a heavy, muscled build. His face is covered in a trio of crossing scars. His head is shaved save for a thin, black mowhawk matched by a full, black beard. His left hand is missing the middle and ring finger. He constantly rubs his chin as he thinks, often tracing the scars around it. It is rare to see him without one of his droids, small aerial models that serve various functions. He controls and communicates with them from a large datapad on his arm.

Specializations: Droid control, reconnaissance, intelligence analysis, infantry command.

SCYTHE Combat Armor, G-56 Projection X Blaster Carbine, four XTR-42 Aerial Combat Droids (Tracyn, Pirun, Vheh, and Abiik).


Born into a prominent family on Thyrsus, Thraskan was the oldest son and thus set to take his father's place in government. He was tutored and prepared to attend a prestigious military academy on Thyrsus, something the young Kendor dreaded. He spent his time tinkering with the various servant droids in his family's estate, doing his best to cause a bit of havoc and fun.

When he joined the academy, he quickly found he loved the high-stress, high-speed environment. He took to his training, and was the top of his class. His first unit was lent to the Republic and deployed to an active combat zone within weeks of his graduation. He served with distinction, out-maneuvering enemy units despite his relative inexperience. He joined Thyrsian Special Forces once his unit returned home, much to his father's chagrin. Kendor refused to end his service and begin his political career, which resulted in his father disowning him.

During his last operation, Kendor was caught in an explosion which took two of the fingers on his left hand and left him with severe nerve damage. Unable to afford medical treatment, Kendor signed on with Arakyd's Combat Technology Research Group. The company paid for his expensive surgeries and rehabilitation in exchange for testing their high-risk weapons technology in combat zones.

The war between the Galactic Republic and the Sith Empire proved to be the best of both worlds for Kendor: he was able to put his technical prowess to the test while pitting himself against the best the Sith had to throw at him. During the conflict he met his wife, a Mandalorian mercenary named Cyila. She stayed out of the Republic-Empire conflict, working for Arakyd Security. She was the one who named his XTR droids, and introduced him to Arakyd's SCYTHE program; an attempt to mechanize Mandalorian armor into a centralized combat chassis.

Cyila was injured when Imperial Agents sabotaged the Arakyd factory she guarded, the resulting explosion throwing chemicals into the air. Cyila is currently in an Arakyd medical facility in a coma, being treated for her injuries. Kendor was selected to join the mission to lead the mercenaries and keep them tasked on mission. He brings experimental Arakyd technology, command experience, Thyrsian training, and a keen tactical mind to the fight.

Off-topic & Chat / Re: what happened today?
« on: September 03, 2016, 09:19:38 PM »
Where is your fiance from?

Off-topic & Chat / Re: WHERE'S MY VOD AT!?!?!?!
« on: August 17, 2016, 04:05:25 PM »
I keep this place open in a pinned tab. Working as a mobile developer in Phoenix.

Off-topic & Chat / Re: what happened today?
« on: December 22, 2015, 12:37:31 PM »
Test post for Justin.

PC and Console Gaming / Re: Xbox live --Brothers All Clan--
« on: June 13, 2015, 12:49:14 AM »
Unless you've got guys to play it with all the time, pass. Solo is is pretty sub-par. I've been finishing up Dragon Age: Inquisition and playing a bit or ESO or Warframe when my buddy Wyatt is online. Don't have a whole lot of time to play video games these days, mainly spend my time making them.

Forum Feedback / Re: this forum is dead
« on: March 13, 2015, 04:57:34 PM »
Still around.

Role-Playing / Re: War of the Angedain- Part 2: Dissent and Desolation
« on: April 04, 2014, 03:07:48 AM »
To be honest, the cross-over lost its flair a while ago.

Off-topic & Chat / Re: Digital Design Project
« on: March 04, 2014, 06:48:29 AM »
Technically speaking, no one can give you permission to use the images here. As the images depict copyrighted Star Wars characters, you would actually have to go and ask Disney, which isn't going to happen. Even fan art and fanfiction is a technical violation of ccopyright, it is just that it is more of a hassle than is worth to pursue every infringement.

I own a production company, and we've been doing a lot of app work lately, so let me give you a tip: make apps that are useful to a large, but specific group of people. A "Vode An app" fits the second, but not the first. Look at things in your life that you feel should be done better/quicker, check if someone has made an app, and if not, make it.

Forum Feedback / Re: Brothers All podcast-video-Monday show thing
« on: February 16, 2014, 05:17:29 AM »
We did have a podcast, briefly, but lack of interest killed it.

That being said, if you want to run with this idea, feel free to as far as I am concerned.

PC and Console Gaming / Re: KOTOR on Steam
« on: February 16, 2014, 01:19:27 AM »
You should be fine.

Off-topic & Chat / Re: How's life?
« on: February 14, 2014, 05:47:52 AM »
I leave this place open while I work most of the time, half to see any updates, half to add to my total time on the board to one day beat Flyboy.

Since I've last posted, I'm now attending University at the University of Advancing Technology in Tempe, Arizona, to get a BA in Video Game Design and a MS in Game Market Management.

I own my own Indie Game Development Company, Aftermorrow Productions, with nine employees, one released game, another about to ship, a third in Alpha, and a fourth in pre-production.

Off-topic & Chat / Re: Happy Birthday Thread.
« on: December 08, 2013, 07:54:51 PM »

Off-topic & Chat / Re: Happy Birthday Thread.
« on: December 07, 2013, 01:25:51 AM »
Double dipper....... Thanks.

Off-topic & Chat / Re: NoobCo Games
« on: December 02, 2013, 09:58:22 PM »
That's an issue we are going to patch by Wednesday.

Off-topic & Chat / Re: NoobCo Games
« on: December 02, 2013, 02:22:17 PM »
You mean "portfolio", right?

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