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Forum Feedback / Re: this forum is dead
« Last post by tee18 on February 16, 2017, 10:34:27 AM »
Still around.... still drop by from time to time....
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Role-Playing / Re: The Old Republic: Hidden Fronts
« Last post by N-11 Commander Ordo on February 14, 2017, 03:14:08 AM »
"Every three months?" Gil asked with surprise. "I wonder how quickly they will grow too old to fight, if they mature that quickly. I don't envy LoQuiin his job..." he paused, "We're expecting high Moocher casualties then, too. Shame."

They all took their seats and strapped in as the ship rumbled into the atmosphere. One of the other mercs looked as if he were going to be sick. It was rare to see such behavior in the modern galaxy of travel, and even more so in an experienced combat unit, but not unheard of. I guess that's why he's a ground-pounder... Gil thought to himself. Space travel didn't bother him in the slightest, and never had. He had traveled a lot within the core worlds as a child, tagging along with his parents as they performed on all the prominent stages and filmed holovids in luxurious locations. Gil had often expressed his desire to do more travelling outside the safety of their cushy lifestyle, which of course brought instant disbelief and disapproving remarks. Gil loved his parents, and appreciated their love for him, even if they did not understand him. How horrified they would be to know where he was now, and what he was doing.

Gil felt some excitement and anticipation building in his gut. A new world, new races, new team, new mission. A wholly unique experience awaited, and though it did little to change his stable outward demeanor, he took a moment to breath and center himself for the coming hardships and challenges. 
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Role-Playing / Re: The Old Republic: Hidden Fronts
« Last post by Drake Vhett 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"
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Role-Playing / Re: The Old Republic: Hidden Fronts
« Last post by N-11 Commander Ordo on February 13, 2017, 02:57:12 AM »
"Not much to go on, then, other than we've got a lot of work to do." Gil studied the hologram thoughtfully. This was shaping into more of an underdog operation than he initially anticipated. The presence of such a heavy Imperial contingent foreshadowed very difficult operations in the coming days. They weren't going to give this planet up lightly. Gil glanced around the hold at the other mercs; they'd be doing most of the heavy lifting, it seemed. 'Advise and assist the local resistance forces,' the original message from the SIS had said. Clearly, there would be emphasis on the latter.

"I'm curious to get on the ground and see the kind of shape our new allies are in. They've got a hell of a fight coming to them. I've no doubt this group," he motioned to the assembled professionals, "will bring the pain. But will the locals?"
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Role-Playing / Re: The Old Republic: Hidden Fronts
« Last post by Drake Vhett 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"
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Role-Playing / Re: The Old Republic: Hidden Fronts
« Last post by N-11 Commander Ordo on January 24, 2017, 01:57:11 PM »
A big game hunter? Fascinating. Rare breed indeed. Gil thought to himself. He shook the newcomer's hand. "Likewise, Thraskan. Guess I don't need to introduce myself then."

Gil checked his datapad briefly, and asked, "Thraskan, do you have any more intel on the size of opposition we'll be facing? The report we were given is a little light on details."
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Role-Playing / Re: The Old Republic: Hidden Fronts
« Last post by Drake Vhett 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"
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Off-topic & Chat / Re: what happened today?
« Last post by privatehazzard on December 30, 2016, 02:39:51 PM »
Bought parts for an airsoft gun

Checked the forum.

We need a steam group :(
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Off-topic & Chat / Re: Holy Cow!
« Last post by Shotgunchief on November 26, 2016, 12:45:37 AM »
OMG,  way to make me feel old there! ;)

Welcome back,  dude.
I made myself feel old LOL!

A little late, but thanks!
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From what I can tell by checking the petition almost everyday, it seems to be growing at a rate of about 100 signatures per day. That seems like a pretty good sign.
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