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In the Skies over the Planet-Spanning city of Coruscant, Galactic capital, smooth, silver, sleek ship of Nubian enters orbit. Tunneling through the mist and fog, and landing on the landing platform, followed closely by two Nubian fighters.

When the hissing and whining com to a halt, the fighter pilots exit their ships, followed soon after by the ramp of the Yacht lowering, and a group of security troops exit, followed in turn by a woman in Splendid regalia, a member of the galactic senate.
“a man with captain’s stripes and an eyepatch, looked at the smaller pilot approaching and smiling, he said, “I was wrong, there was no danger after all.”
Without warning, A massive, roiling fireball took hold of the platform, the ship blew itself into thousands of pieces. As men were hurled off of the platform, or onto the decking by the explosive force of the blast, the senator was hurled forward.
When the smoke had cleared, one of the pilots ran up to the senator, and took off her helmet, her face recognizable in an instant as the true face of the senator to Naboo, Padme Amidala, tears streamed down her face as he kneeled in front of her decoy. “Corde! Corde!”’ she asked, in assurance that the stricken woman that was on the ground still lived.
Corde opened her eyes slowly. “My lady…” she managed to cough out. “…I have failed you…” she moaned, then, with a last shudder, went slack. Padme stared for a long moment. “No, No,” she chocked out, before Captain Typho lifted her to her feet. And with a worried look in his eye said. “My lady, we must go, we are vulnerable here.” Padme did not move, the staring at the body of her friend and Handmaiden,
Typho made an exasperated noise. “My lady, Corde did her duty, now you must do yours.” With one finale haunted look at Corde, Padme and Typho left the scene of the blast…

should i post my character:?

If so 'Scorch' from delta squad. Republic commando

yeah. on the interest thread.

Flames everywhere, burning, fire, screaming, flashes of random light and tall slender figures. Pain so intense griped the Kaleesh warrior as the Magna Guards dragged him from the burning wreckage of the shuttle, he could barley see as a cloaked figure sent bolts of lightning flying towards him causing everything to go black. 

Grievous awoke in a glass chamber, he couldn't feel anything and his flesh was burnt and seared and his eyesight was shifting in and out and he could barley even see the figure approaching the Bacta tank. He was tall and watched as he looked up at the broken remains of the once proud Warlord and smiled.

"I see you are in a state that requires some advancements in order for you to survive am I not correct?" 

Grievous watched in pain as billions of Battle Droids where constructed, these soldiers had no soul or spirit in combat. His guard stood by him, heavily customised by the former proud War-lord who had dressed them in Kaleeshien cloaks which reminded him off his grand days as a war-lord, now he was a skeletal monster that was no longer as great as he once was. He sighed and left the balcony and headed towards his quarters for rest.

wonderful, blood.

SOMONE GET THIS MAN AN OSCAR!

Thank you (Sells Oscar on eBay for 5.99)

Delta 62 is laying on his bunk thinking about how he grew up tort in the way of weapons, explosives and stealth but his humor came natural. He though of the times he spent with all the other clones but he was different he did not want to use stealth he liked blowing things up and cracking jokes. When he was older he got to hold a weapon for the first time the DC-17m a commando best friend, in live fire training he proved himself to be in delta.

'Scorch' felt some one tap is shoulder it was 'sev'
"come on time to get some training done."
"Sev why dont you go and ill stay in my bunk is it a deal?" Replied Scorch.
Sev shoke his head and grabbed 62 and dragged him out of his bunk.

alright. nice intro, templar, just touch up the spelling, maybe make it past tense rather than present and it will be great.

now all we need is the other to delta squad members to do theirs and we are rollin well for the clones that is.

Windu sat in the centre of the room, feeling the tides of the Force around him. He could sense the shatterpoints around him; crucial places and moments, that if he chose to change would drastically effect his target. As he meditated, his sabre began to float gracefully for a moment, before gliding down to the floor. His mind was in a state of ambience, yet somehow he was more aware of his suroundings. It was like being asleep, in a surreal dream.

After minutes of peace, he rose and left the room to go join the Council. As a skilled speaker and influential character, his presence was vital to ensure the safety of the Republic, and the rising of the Confederacy meant his position was more important than ever. Today it was discussion of simple economic matters- in other words, boredom. Despite the monotony of it all, it had one saving grace: he was still exceptionally badass.

Looks cool. How will this game be played when started?

40k Ninja wrote:Looks cool. How will this game be played when started?

umm,you start at the begining of episode 2 and play as a canon character,but cna edit events so for all we know anikin is gonna die in the 1st fight,.

take this to the intrest thread,and make sure to read threw it all...or at least skim.

D-38, or the "Boss", as his new brothers decided was appropriate, was in the firing range, disintegrating holograms of B-1 and B-2 Battle Droids with a low power sport blaster, sporting only the blue-jumpsuit fatigues he wore when not in his Katarn armor. The range consisted of a pure white tube, five-hundred meters long by ten. Every fifty meters, a rack of holographic display modules made flat, hazy blue models of the droids used by the Coalition of Independent Systems. At the far end, the glossy white had been tarnished with black stains from missed shots. Only the Kaminoans could see the color in the white, as humans and clones could only see in a limited spectrum. However off-putting it may be to some, Boss found the white comforting. It was clean, and it was home, as much as any place else could be. He prided himself on never having tarnished the walls of the firing range, even if a shot or two landed upon the displays.

One by one, each target fell. A head-shot, a limb, a groin, where-ever he could score a hit. He wasn't like Sev, in that he could hit the head every time. Nor was he like Scorch, with exceptional demolitions, or Fixer, knowing every computer and gadget inside out. He could do these things, true, but he would never be as good as any of them. His job was to tell them what to do, to turn crude skills into a devastating razor blade. He paused, and drifted back some months, back to his basic lessons, and remembered the Golden Rule of being a commando:

"Think of yourselves as a hand." She had said. "Each of you is a finger, and without the others you're useless. Alone, a finger can't grasp, or control, or form a fist. You are nothing on your own, and everything together." So went the lessons of Kal Skirata. And she was right. Without his brothers, Boss was just a better trooper. But when he had his men, his squad... his Brothers, together, and only together, were Delta; The elite special operations force of the Grand Army of The Republic. And together, they could win the war.

He put down the sporting blaster as he heard the door behind him open, with two his favorite people coming in.

From precisely two kilometers away, A lone figure stood on the roof of a warehouse complex. He held in his gloved hands a pair of high powered magnoculars and gazed down upon the landing platform as the graceful cruiser settled down on it. Alright, now was the time of truth, Zam had better have gotten this right or it was going to be bad for her, the armored figure thought as he watched.

The ramp lowered from the cruiser's belly and the figure amped the zoom until he could see it quite clearly, there, in the middle of a throng of guards and handmaidens, was the lavishly dressed form of Senator Padme of Naboo...the contract he had been sent to eliminate.

"Nothing personal" The figure whispered under his helmet which sported a T shaped visor. "Just business."

The figure watched as the procession neared the deck and braced himself just as the explosion went off. He could feel the shock wave even from here through his chest plate and grunted quietly as he continued to watch. He smiled as he saw the bodies fly this way and that, he looked for the form of his target and was pleased when he saw her form on the ground.

"That was over faster than I---" He began in his mind and stopped as one of the fighter pilots ran forward and flung off her helmet. He looked on, already knowing what had happened even before the systems in his helmet confirmed the figure as the real Padme. He hissed slightly, putting the magnoculars away. He keyed his communicator and spoke harshly into it.

"Abort, abort, we missed the target, you missed the target." He said as he turned away.

"Neither of us knew about the decoy, Fett, put it down to bad luck." The voice on the other end growled back.

"No such thing as luck Wes, only screw ups like that down there." The figure said. "Meet me at the rendezvous, we'll try again tonight if we get another chance." He said and cut the link.

It was a simple assassination, they knew exactly when and where the target was going to be, why wasn't it done then? Because that idiot had cut corners and now they were forced to go with plan B, and now the senate knew there was an assassin, eliminating the element of surprise. Why did things like this always happen to him? The figure thought as he pressed a button on his gauntlet.

Jango Fett's jetpack ignited and quickly carried him away from the scene.

(incredible man )

ineptus astartes wrote:(incredible man )

OOC: I make a point of never disappointing...

In the Expanses of the Supreme Chacellor’s office, in the senate building, Several important figures had just arrived. The Jedi High Council watched the Chancellor as he gave them the report.
“ I don’t know how much longer I can hold off the vote, my friends,” said the depressed looking Chancellor, from his chair. “More and more star systems are joining the separatists.”
Mace Windu frowned, “If they do break away-”
“I will not let this republic, that has stood for a thousand years be split in two.” Interrupted the Chancellor with a frown of his own. “My negotiations will not fail.”

Windu steepled his hands in front of him and replied. “If they do, you must realize there aren’t enough Jedi to protect the Republic, We’re keepers of the peace, not soldiers.”

The Chancellor turned his attention away from the Korun jedi master, and onto the diminutive green figure on a chair to in front of him. “Master yoda, do you think it will really come to war?” he asked.
The diminutive Jedi shook his head, “Impossible to see, the future is, the Dark Side clouds everything.”
A holographic figure materialized on the chancellor’s desk and spoke in rodian. “Good, Send them in” the chancellor replied. And turned his attention back to the Masters.
“We will discuss this matter later,” he said, as several senators entered the room, including senator Amidala. The jedi Bowed and filed towards the exit, with only Mace Windu still staying where he was, deep in thought.
“Senator Amidala,” Greeted Yoda, “Your tragedy on the landing platform, terrible., seeing you alive brings warm feelings to my heart.”
Amidala asked. “Do you have any Idea who was behind this attack?”
Mace stood up. “Our intelligence points to disgruntled spice miners on the moons of Naboo.”
The senator frowned. “I think that Count Dooku was behind it.”
Kai-Adi-Mundai passed by on his way out. “He is a political idealist, not a murderer.” Pointed out the Master.
Mace looked at Amidala. “You now my lady, Count Dooku was once a Jedi, he couldn’t assassinate anyone, it’s not in his character.” Said the Korun Jedi Master.
“But,” said Yoda, pointing at Amidala with his cane.. “For certain senator, in grave danger you are.”
From the chancellors desk, the leader of the Republic suggested, “Master Jedi, may I suggest the senator be placed under the protection of your Graces?”
Senator Bail Organa of Aldaraan stepped forward. “Chancellor, do you really think that is a wise decision in these stressful times?”
Amidala stepped forward to. “Chancellor, if I may comment, I do not believe-” “The situation that serious?” asked the chancellor, cutting her of in mid-sentence. “No, but I do senator,” continued Palapatine, “I realize all to well that additional security might be disruptive for you…but, perhaps someone you are familiar with…an old friend, like…Master Kenobi.”
“That’s possible.” Said Mace, nodding. “He’s just returned from a border dispute on Ansion.”
Palpatine walked toward the Naboo senator, “Do it for me my lady, please, the thought of losing you…is unbearable”
As Master Windu left the room, he nodded to the senator. “I will have Obi-Wan report to you immediately, my lady”
“Thank you, master Windu” replied Amidala.

Red, Red, Blue and Bingo. The computer screen flared to life, RC-1140 typed in the password then the overall rankings for Delta squad appeared usually only visible by the cloners and their trainers. First was RC-1138 as expected followed by RC-1140, then RC-1207, then RC-1262. He smiled he wasn't interested in the rankings, he just wanted to know that he could hack the system.

"They really should lock down the system and raise countermeasures overnight." He muttered to himself.
"And that would slow you down for how long 30 seconds?"

40 turned around 07 and 62 stood in the doorway both were clad in armour ready for the live fire exercise, both had the helmets under their arms, both were identical in every way that a stranger may think them as twins. The only difference was that 62 was missing his eyebrows following an explosive incident that earned him his nickname of "Scorch".

"Are you coming Fixer we have a live fire exercise in 10 minutes." 07 asked also known as "Sev" a nickname he had chosen for himself.
"Yeah, you two go and get 38 while I go and get changed into my armour" Fixer replied.

"Live fire, why is it always live fire. Someone could get seriously hurt".
"Yeah, you get close to explosives."
"I'm not that bad."
"Try telling your eyebrows that."

Fixer didn't catch the rest as Scorch and Sev walked away while having a friendly banter between themselves. Fixer turned and headed towards the armoury, he had a live fire exercise to look forward to.

loved it. got the delta squad persona perfectly.

"wheres boss i have not seen him?" Asked Scorch
"Probly getting some practice before i get there." Replied Sev
"Look sev the only reason your the best sharpshooter out of us because spend every hour of every day lying down shoting a target that stands still you lazy ass. how do you get the easy job and i have to use stuff that can blow me up?" Scorch said to Sev.
Fixer chuckled
"Whats so funny fixer." Scorch asked

But the answer would have to wait. They walked in the live fire room.
"Hey boss what we destroying today droids, Trandos or Geonosians?" Asked Scorch.

Boss looked at his squad with interest. They sounded like children some times, but they fought like Krayt Dragons on the field. He walked to the side of the firing range and picked up his Katarn greaves, undoing the hidden buckles and straps as he slid in while he typed into the panel adjourning the door next to him. He read the panel aloud as he put on each piece of his armor, with the Sergent paint-job in speedster orange.

"Today Delta," he began aloud, "You are to perform a routine recon simulation."

Scorch groaned aloud. "Boss," he said, "These mission simulations, well, they suck!" Sev butted in. "I agree, but because the white and metal grey, gets boring, y'know? There's no foliage or good cover." Fixer slapped them both across the backs of their heads. "Stow it, you two."

Boss waited for a moment to ensure he had their attention again. "The goal is three-fold for each of your skills." he continued. "The first is to eliminate automated defenses, via a mainframe computers. The second, is to detonate a bunker containing a droid factory. The third and last, is to eliminate a top priority target. We've mixed up B-1s, Droidekas, and B-2s. Word it, Delta, that we'll be expected to move out soon enough. Make me proud Delta: Walon Vau." At that, Sev's mood changed.

"A practice run by Vau? Haven't done one of those in a month! Don't ruin this, Scorch."

Scorch chuckled a bit. "You should have born with a dad psycho." Sev, hit him on the shoulder, but Boss wasn't sure it was playful or not. "I just wish I was born a single podling." At this, Scorch threw his head back and shrugged over-dramatically. "Y'know ya love me."

Boss put on his helmet, his HUD lighting up, displaying his shields, his weapons, his ammunition, and his overall health. He raised a hand, palm forward, then clenched it in a tight fist as he opened the door.

"Form up Deltas."

kasrkai: B2s were unknown until the batle of Geonosis.

A bolt sliced past Fixers head. He ducked back behind his cover. More bolts passed by were his head once was.

"Well" 38 asked.

"The turret is at the end of this corridor, Sir. The console is just visible to the left once this corridor opens into the room at the end. I can't tell if there is anything else in the room though, Sir" Fixer replied. 38 was quiet for a while pondering the situation in his head planning what to do.

"Somebody's going to have to draw it fire, Scorch"

"Er,wait what was that Boss?" Boss glared at Scorch behind his visor devoid of emotion, Scorch still new what it was after having seen it many times.

"Alright, alright, I'll do it." Scorch grumbled. "How come do I have always draw there fire?" He complained.

"Because your the bigger target." Sev replied.

"Shut it you two." Fixer butted in as Scorch showed signs of thinking of a rebuke. "38?"

"When I give the go, Scorch draws its fire while the rest of us rush forward, got it?" Boss said as he looked at his squad.

"Sounds like a plan"

"Got ya Boss"

"Affirmative 38" Sev, Scorch then Fixer replied.

"Good, go" Upon 38s command the delta's raised together. Scorch let loose with his blaster, the blue rays hissing towards there target. The turret recognized this new threat and let loose a volley of its own. Scorch ducked before standing up again for another round.

Fixer didn't see all this, as he was racing down the corridor with the other deltas. He came to the end and immediately came under fire from the left and right. They deflected of his shields, his hud changed to reflect his shields new strength.

"Two more turrets and theres no cover" Fixer said with no change in his mood.

"Get to that console Fixer, we'll cover you." Boss ordered.

Fixer didn't reply there wasn't time he raced towards the console and immediately started hacking. Around him Boss and Sev dodged the rays with skills only a clone commando or better could manage.

"How much longer 40" Boss asked urgently.

"Hang on I've almost got it. There!" A whining noise filled the rooms as the turrets powered down.

"You took your time, Fixer" Scorch said sarcastically, his armour had singed were a laser had clipped him as his shields failed.

A door at the far end of the room opened an A-DSD stood behind it.

"Can't anything be easy, just for once?" Scorch complained.

"No, because now things get interesting." Sev said clearly anticipating the coming fight.

WARORK, I wanna point out that Jango and Zam had a great relationship even before Episode II.

Mordoskul wrote:WARORK, I wanna point out that Jango and Zam had a great relationship even before Episode II.

This is true. But then again, he did kill her when he could've easily ruined the plot and shot Anakin and Obi-Wan.

Mordoskul wrote:WARORK, I wanna point out that Jango and Zam had a great relationship even before Episode II.

Oh really? I thought it was more like a working relationship...either way, put his tone and insults down to frustration, I mean come on, Zam could have just blown up the whole platform and ensured the kill, instead it was confined to one ship...

Home Brew Nuke wrote:This is true. But then again, he did kill her when he could've easily ruined the plot and shot Anakin and Obi-Wan.

You raise a good point on both accounts...

EDIT: Edited it to make it a little more Zam friendly...

Dang. I think I've just given the Orkish man an idea. A bad, BAD idea. Everyone grab your loved ones and hide whilst we still have time!

ineptus astartes wrote:kasrkai: B2s were unknown until the batle of Geonosis.

Adi Gala had to destroy a factory of them prior to episode two though, so I just threw that in.

EDIT: If you want it gone, I can constitute other things. And I didn't mean to put Geonosians, kind or sub-conscious there.

Space Marine, that was kind of one handed. I mean, Templar and me might have wanted to do something else.

I might just see if that's viable...

Kasrkai wrote:

ineptus astartes wrote:kasrkai: B2s were unknown until the batle of Geonosis.

Adi Gala had to destroy a factory of them prior to episode two though, so I just threw that in.

EDIT: If you want it gone, I can constitute other things. And I didn't mean to put Geonosians, kind or sub-conscious there.

Space Marine, that was kind of one handed. I mean, Templar and me might have wanted to do something else.

Sorry, got a bit carried away.