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Role-Playing / Re: The Old Republic: Hidden Fronts
« Last post by N-11 Commander Ordo on September 28, 2016, 02:37:50 PM »
Gil scanned the audience crammed into the small transport. Quite the efficient group of killers had been assembled for this operation. He had briefly chatted with a few of them already, learning their basic histories and skill sets. The SIS had done well bringing together a diverse bunch, that was for sure. The Styanax was the perfect mascot.

Gil was curious about this Chiss. Very few of that species were not aligned with the Empire, and Wishbone's Imperial accent indicated he had 'crossed over' to the Republic. Fascinating. When Wishbone suggested that they get to know one another, Gil turned to his left and extended his cybernetic hand to the man next to him.

"Gillick Yorvan. Call me Gil." He said pleasantly. The man was a little older, and carried what looked like a custom Wookie Bowcaster. Not many mercenaries packed such a unique weapon.
Role-Playing / Re: The Old Republic: Hidden Fronts
« Last post by Drake Vhett 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 / Re: The Old Republic: Hidden Fronts
« Last post by N-11 Commander Ordo on September 15, 2016, 04:39:22 AM »
Name: Gillik Yorvan

Age: 32

Race: Human

Appearance: Gil is 6' tall, with an athletic body type that isn't overtly large, but well muscled and toned. He has blonde hair which he keeps short. His right hand is cybernetic almost up the elbow, and he is missing the tip of his right ear. He is very calm, collected, and usually friendly, and never seems to be fazed by anything.

Specializations: Demolitions, Infiltration, Hand-to-Hand combat, small-unit tactics

Equipment: In combat, Gil wears light armor that is tailored to moving quietly and unseen, though it provides less protection than full armor would. He carries his commando's blaster rifle, and a family pistol from his grandfather. His cybernetic hand contains a black vibroblade, a short range dart gun, and a datapad. He has mastered the use of many types of explosives, and carries whatever the mission requires.

History: Gillick 'Gil' Yorvan was raised in the core worlds by parents who were both prominent actors. His grandfather, however, was a war hero who instilled Gil with the ideals of strength, service, and the importance of the warrior in the universe. Gil turned away from the life of luxury and enlisted in the Republic military when he came of age, much to the horror of his friends and parents. He was recruited into a special forces unit where he mastered the arts of demolition and infiltration, succeeding in numerous operations during the war against the Sith. He lost his hand and much of his ear in an explosion, a training accident during a live-fire exercise where a new recruit had not properly prepared the charges. He prefers to handle them himself now. Gil left the army at the end of the war to fight on his own terms, taking up mercenary work and almost immediately finding employment through an old contact of his in the SIS.

Although he his calm and genuinely friendly, Gil loves his job, he loves combat and wouldn't trade it for anything. His teammates observed that in combat or on a mission he was still always calm, but also became ice-cold and efficient. He has often thought that his upbringing around actors gave him unintended training for this; he finds it easy to 'flip the switch' between his deadly mindset on the field, and his relaxed personality back at base.
Off-topic & Chat / Re: what happened today?
« Last post by dredwulf60 on September 13, 2016, 06:07:09 PM »
The Legend of the Three Rings.

The Engagement Ring.

The Wedding Ring.


the SuffeRING.

Off-topic & Chat / Re: what happened today?
« Last post by Vlet Hansen on September 09, 2016, 02:51:18 PM »
She made it here safe and sound!
Role-Playing / Re: The Old Republic: Hidden Fronts
« Last post by Noldorin Mando on September 07, 2016, 08:39:39 PM »
Name: Byrren Peltawu

Age: 34

Race: Human

Specializations: Guerilla combat, marksmanship, irregular warfare and trap setting

Equipment: Peltawu is a slight, wiry man, with short dark hair and a long scar on his ribs from an ill-fated charge by a Katarn. He carries a self-cocking bowcaster, a gift from a Wookiee hunting companion, a heavy blaster pistol and a short skinning knife. He wears little body armour, only a sturdy jacket and shin plates, and goes into combat in a pair of worn, stained hunting trousers with his Blood Stripe sewn onto them and a pair of knee high boots

History: Born on Corellia, Peltawu kept away from the circles of the military until his late twenties. Instead, he began a career as a big-game hunter starting from the day he turned 17, when he bought a heavy blaster rifle and a ticket to the Outer Rim. Over the next 10 years, Peltawu became one of the most well-known hunters in the Mytaranor sector, hunting extensively on Kashyyyk. However, the mauling death of a Wookiee hunting companion while hunting a Katarn convinced Peltawu to leave hunting for several years, whereupon he enlisted in the Republic forces, being privately awarded the Corellian Blood Stripe for his actions in a rescue mission on Ilum. Retiring from active duty after 6 years, Peltawu was preparing to return to Kashyyyk to continue as a Katarn hunter and to pursue a Netweaver when the steady offer of pay as a mercenary convinced him to turn his rifle sights back to prey that was far more intelligent.
Role-Playing / The Old Republic: Hidden Fronts
« Last post by Drake Vhett 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.

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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?
« Last post by Vlet Hansen on September 03, 2016, 11:02:34 PM »
Off-topic & Chat / Re: what happened today?
« Last post by Drake Vhett on September 03, 2016, 09:19:38 PM »
Where is your fiance from?
Off-topic & Chat / Re: what happened today?
« Last post by Vlet Hansen on September 01, 2016, 03:03:19 PM »
As of this morning, my fiance officially has completed the immigration process and received her visa!
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