Star Forge
Online
Upcoming Events
HoloNet Feed
Drawing Board Feed
Latest Threads
Dulfy RSS
Donations
Container minimized. Expand
HoloTracker: Include (1) Character's In-Game Name, (2) Faction, and (3) Location
HoloTracker [1387]
You do not have access to chat.
Welcome to HoloTracker

Working...

Page
of 4

Open RP Distant Threats: The Planet of Icarus

37 replies
Posts:
311
Empire
"This is another RHNN report from the planet of Icarus: the new planet found in Wild Space continues to be a source of heated debate between Galactic Forces. Possible ancient Iokathian or even Gree technology litters the forgotten world to the point that many galactic archaeologists are calling it the find of the century! The Eternal Alliance has tried to maintain a semblance of order by restricting efforts to land on the planet, but both Republic and Imperial governments have denounced their efforts.

A unique planet in many ways it still a temperate ecosystem rarely found together: large oceans, rolling grasslands, arid deserts, and vast jungles dot its massive surface. Odd gravitational fields produce unique floating land masses that continue to baffle our physicists and mystics.

In earlier news, another band of Hutt smugglers was arrested today on Icarus by Alliance forces as rouge elements within the cartel were captured during their looting of several archaeological sites. Many are denouncing the Alliance's the inability to maintain order in the system as they're forced to counter the encroaching Republic and Imperial bases on the planet while dealing with a rogue Zakuulan insurgency that's sought the planet for their own gains.

Join us later tonight as we push our luck gathering a Sith, a Jedi, a Zakuulan Knight, and Mandalorian into a room to get their unique opinions on the matt-"


"<Great, another fine mess we've found.>"

skyrealm1_by_jaggy400-d608klf.jpg


OOC: Welcome to Icarus, a fruitful planet sitting on the reaches of Wild Space bearing technological tombs, ancient creatures, and all sorts of mumbo-jumbo. It's become a smaller place of conflict while the rest of the galaxy remains focused on Iokath. The venture there being much more profitable for the galactic governments.

Icarus, in turn, has become a cobbled mess of half-funded expeditions, over-stretched security forces, and criminals of all colors. The eyes of the galaxy are turned away, ancient machines and untold treasures lay in wait for any powerbases, adventurers, and patriots willing to lay their claim.

What will you become?





The last few months had been nothing short of eventful, Roman was quite aware of that even from far away. The galaxy as it always seemed too became embroiled in another crisis that had already stretched into several smaller ones. The brief lull of relative peace the Eternal Empire's capitulation brought deformed into a bitter conflict seemingly just as he finished demobilizing the war forge on Kamar.

To his annoyance, the drop ship he was aboard shook violently. The cabin he was aboard filled armored kin, crates, and Vorpa’yan horses called out in their various cries. Shouts of Mando offered playful jeers at the pilot as the horses stomped their hoofs in protest. His clan's incursion on Vorpa'ya during the waning days of the Zakuulan Scourge had at least born some fruit in the way of their new mounts.

By the grace of Kad himself, the ship finally rolled down to the surface to land with a certain lack of grace. The ramp hissing open as the cargo poured out, the horses dragged along by their riders as other warriors leapt over each other to perform their duties. After all, their Chieftain was right there, he was always watching! Roman had mostly been content to hold a vid-call with his daughters and son for most of the trip, but the warriors couldn't tell. He didn't have to watch them, he knew they would do their duty.

Stepping out down the ramp, his battered plating hummed lightly as his painted features scanned around the encampment. His jagged smile on his visor tilting to watch as a few Hellweavers whipped overhead, sweeping low outside the make-shift pattern of mobile barricades and tents, to drop off crates of supplies to waiting Mandalorians laying on their stomach in the fields. Their rotors whipping the wind across the tall grass before they peeled away to fly their patrols.

Mandalore called, and Jaig answered. With a few toys borrowed from their time with the Vanguard alongside some extra family from Haraswee and Vorpoy'ya to help of course. Jaig was many things, but they didn't match Haraswee's pilots or Vorpoya'ya's riders; but they could sure use them.

Slining his gear bag over his pauldron, Roman trotted across the landing area into the camp. He said his greetings to family as they passed, pausing every so often to inspect a warrior's armor before finally making his way to the command tent. Greeting him was the stout features of a rather portly human: Tsariti Zong of Clan Keelo.

<He weighs a 'Kilo', that's for certain.>

"<You're late, Jaig!>" bellowed out the Mandalorian as he waved a tubby fist at him, "<You should not keep a battlemaster waiting!>"

"<When a real one arrives, you'll find I'm quite punctual.>" deadpanned Roman as shook his helmet at the man. The two glaring at each other from beneath their helmets before the terminal erupted. The flickering blue image of a scarred Twi'lek offering a much deadlier glare at the men beneath her,

"<This is acting Commander Soorro Viszla, I could hear your petty bickering over the line...if you two are quite finished, we have a job to do. And we must do it -discreetly-, the Alliance must not find out until we bring back the fruits of our efforts to Mandalore. You know the mission: secure valuable technology, scrap anything we can't use, and ensure no secret-galaxy-ending weapons fall into outsider hands.>"

Simple mission, Roman could work with it. Jaig was called and he answered. The last few months had been nothing but eventful, it was good to be back in the thick of it. At least for a bit.
Posted Apr 26, 17 · OP · Last edited Apr 27, 17
Jawa-Appro...
x 2
x 2
List
Undo
Posts:
317
Neutral
An FT-6 Rendili Pike jumps into the system. Taak being the pilot observed the planet for a moment from the confines of the cockpit, eyes darting around the sphere that lay before him. "So, more reason for everyone to get into a pissing contest. Great." he was talking to no one in particular, simply thinking aloud.With that he flies forward into the planets atmosphere.

As his ship forced itself through the fireball must've been a spectacle from the ground for those who could see and or care. The fighter jumbled and bounced with the turbulence, "Argh sunnuva bitch c'mon." He never did like the chop, always preferred a smooth descent. You don't always get what you want though. As he progressed down an alert appeared on the fighter's console. Like anyone would he examined the alert, "Well, mandalorians are all over this already, awesome. Last thing I need is some pissed off vod wanting to shoot me." Given his history with some of the clans, he'd rather avoid uncomfortable confrontation. Further examination would find, he's projected to fly right over their LZ, "Well, no way of hidin' it now." Regardless of the fact he would land someplace else, he had his own job to do. Best to keep Krowley happy until he can be dealt with.

Krowley was a bastard of a man, sending him on jobs that always had some sort of catch, this one's being that he had to work with the one group of people that probably wanted to kill him the most. "I'll just get what the asshat wants and leave, less time I stick around the better." After flying over the mando LZ (which surely would not have been quiet) he finds a cozy place to touch down, "Good a spot as any." His engines die down slowly as he landed and the systems shut down. He opened the cockpit and hopped out, landing on the ground beneath him.
tumblr_nmk5wcmwgZ1upcr2fo5_1280.jpg

"Alright, time to load up." he goes into the fighter's compartment and grabs his armor and what not, equipping it all and sliding his helmet on over his head, worn and scratched with it's own Jaig Eyes atop the visor. He grabbed his blade, the one thing he knew how to use best and trusted his life with it. A grotesque looking thing, made from the jaw bone of some sort of animal, the edge lined with beskar. Bone itself wouldn't be sharp enough to slash into things, so the addition was needed. He stows it into it's sheath, and grabs his slugthrower, an old design. It had a hammer to pull back before you fired and six rounds before it needed a reload. Another trusty weapon of his that he wouldn't leave behind ever. He slides that into it's holster. Lastly he grabs his rifle, which is nothing special. A basic VL-10ST model. A good carbine and long range rifle when it needed to be. He slams the storage compartment shut, having gotten his weapons, grenades, and gadgets, and set off to where his job needed him, which lucky for him, required him stopping at the Mandalorian LZ.
1461099086_12B8v3A.png

Sig courtesy of Dorito!
Posted Apr 26, 17
Jawa-Appro...
x 2
x 2
List
Undo
Posts:
311
Empire
Roman found himself rather irate as the meeting dragged on. Clan Lok's battlemasters and commanders were also so curt and to the point, and to Commander Soorro was trying to be. She always just seemed to get tied down in the spittle coming out of Zong's mouth, bogged down in semantics and an endless stream of legalese. Clan Keelo had grown from an annoying zit to an ugly tumor while Jaig had been on Kamar. The clan, at the very least loyal to Mandalore, nearly abandoning every tradition over centuries they had in favor of industrializing en masse like Republican capitalists after the Mandalorian Wars in order to make their living. In Roman's opinion, they were more of a company than they were a clan.

Only the shake of a low flying fighter buzzing the camp broke him from his mental tirade. The cry of the fighter's engines distinct from the rumbling dropships and whirling blades of the Hellweavers. Commander Sooro's voice blared out over the holocall as she cut off another one of Zong's attempts at claiming salvage rights, "<Chieftain Jai'gtin! What was that?>"

"<Just a fighter, I'll go investigate. I'll leave you in Zong's capable company, message me when you two work out an agreement,>" replied Roman as he quickly strode out of the tent. His Jaig eyes tilted up as his visor tracked the trail of smoke from the fighter's rapid descent, the man waving down a few of his warriors just outside the camp unloading a Hellweaver. His armor whined in protest as he spun on his heel sprinting towards them. The soft clatter of his arms strapped to his armor in worn leather holsters inaudible over the loud roar of the engines.

Unslinging a box-like blaster rifle from his shoulder, Roman carefully loaded a slug into its underslung chamber before cocking the lever back as the main disruptor let out a quiet purr. Pointing up with his gauntlet he relayed a simple order over the comms of the Mandalorians around him as they dropped the crates and piled into the Hellweaver; "<Where there is smoke, there is fire. Follow the trail.>"

pandora_sunset_by_lairis77-d2n41pr.jpg

It didn't take too long to find the craft, Roman was expecting that pilot wasn't trying to be too subtle in his landing. It was rather close to the camp, probably could've walked if he hadn't seen the Hellweaver unloading. If the pilot wasn't being subtle either, neither was he. Skipping along the treeline, Roman leaned towards the cockpit and twirled his closed fist around slow in a tight circle.

'Circle low and slow'


Following the silent command, the obnoxiously loud craft began to circle in a loose perimeter around the craft. The Mandalorians in it were his kin and had some experience with what came next as Roman didn't even finish the order before the first one jumped. They were low enough where a quick burst of a jump-jet or a suit's servos could prevent any damage to them. One by one they fell from the craft as it completed its sweep, the warriors forming a wide circle a few dozen meters back from the fighter. Roman landed with an audible whine as his suit's servos absorbed the blow to stand at the perimeters farthest Northern reach, directly facing the craft. Raising the stock of his weapon into his shoulder, the aged warrior then just waited.
Posted Apr 26, 17 · OP
Jawa-Appro...
x 1
x 1
List
Undo
Posts:
317
Neutral
Taak looked up and saw the craft fly over to his ship, sighing, "Awh crap...." He books it back to his fighter, not wanting anyone to mess with it. He stops before entering the clearing that his fighter was perched at, crouching and looking around.

"The craft left, probably dropped some guys off, so where're the guys?...." Little did he know however he already breached the perimeter set up by Roman's men. However something still didn't feel right to Taak, he glanced around one more time, trying to find something out of place....
1461099086_12B8v3A.png

Sig courtesy of Dorito!
Posted Apr 26, 17
Posts:
605
Banned users
OOC : ((Is this Forum RP or in-game? I'm game for this osik'.))
8cc69538419cddcf.png

974f9d6ba1bcf96d.png
Posted Apr 27, 17
Posts:
645
Contractor's Board
Donor
Neutral
(( I mean, by the look of it, currently forum? ))
Posted Apr 27, 17
Posts:
311
Empire
((Forum, probably to become an in-game event eventually, but forum for now))
Posted Apr 27, 17 · OP
Posts:
311
Empire
The clearing was empty, the ship still sitting at its center untouched. The quiet thumping of the Hellweaver's rotors hung overhead as it circled in a wide circle around the camp, it's pilot keeping a steady overhead view on each of the warrior's HUDs on the ground. As far as Roman could tell, at least from the bird's eye view, there wasn't anyone there. Still, it was there was a procedure to follow and a few upgrades to try out.

Tapping a switch on the side of his helmet, an inhuman roar crackled out past his modulator and echoed out in the forest. Giving his orders calmly over their comms, his voice continued to be projected outward loudly in distorted, alien tones. As if a monster were declaring its territory.

"<Close the noose.>"

From around the perimeter, other roars and cries joined his as he heard the soft Mando'a of the other warriors confirming his order over the comms. Slowly but surely, the perimeter began to tighten as the Mandalorians advanced towards the center, scanning around with their weapons as they looked for any movement. The Hellweaver swung low as the warriors closed the distance to the center, hovering over the ship as it turned in a shallow circle; scanning to see if anything was retreating from the warriors.
Posted Apr 27, 17 · OP
Posts:
317
Neutral
The roaring order was hard not to hear, looking in the approximate direction, "Damn..." he pressed a button on his wristgauntlet, activating his stealth generator. Slowly he fizzled out from view, blending with the environment around him. He makes his way around, looking for those who were going to close the noose. Little did they know Taak was not some run of the mill mook. He had experience over the warriors, most mandalorian warriors ended up being younger anyway.

After a few moments, he finds one of the warriors making his way to the clearing, and observed the armor, "Thats, an interesting look." he mutters to himself, making his way quietly to the warrior, hidden from view. Getting behind the warrior and once in range he wastes no time in putting the mandalorian into a chokehold, easily and silently rendering the warrior unconscious, not without the mandalorian flailing a bit, trying to fend off whatever took hold of him. With that, Taak took the helmet, "Here's one way of doing it." He takes off his own to put that helmet on, speaking into the comms with the distorted voice that ordered his trap, "You picked the wrong guy to corner, so I'm going to give you two options, leave my clearing and we can talk this out, or I take each of you down one by one. Without using one weapon, without firing a shot, without drawing a blade. Take a moment to think about that." With that he took off the helmet quickly tossing it back on the KO'd mando, putting his own back on, and returns to stealth. He still didn't quite know that they were Jaig troops, focused more on self preservation. A direct saying so being the only thing that can deter him. Or perhaps, seeing a familiar set of armor?..
1461099086_12B8v3A.png

Sig courtesy of Dorito!
Posted Apr 27, 17
Posts:
311
Empire
"<Atiin isn't coming in, whoever that just took him down. His vitals are stable but he isn't responding. Probably unconscious,>" crackled out a voice over the comm to Roman. The aged Mandalorian stood still as their noose halted, nodding his head as he turned his head towards where Atiin had fallen. The warriors with him weren't his best, but they were proficient enough if they were all together. Separated though they would just be easy targets against whoever this intruder was.

"<Hellweaver, connect my helmet's modulator to your onboard speakers. We'll continue to close the noose, deploy motion scanners as you go: move.>"

"<You're in boss, updating you with current locations too. We've got a 'Warm Greeting' all set up if you need it.>"

Watching his HUD as their markers moved closer to the ship at a quicker pace, Roman's voice blaring out over the whine of the Hellweaver's rotors; "A fine threat friend! Though I would advise remaining on a hijacked line so that you might hear a proper reply. This is Chieftain Ja'igtin of Clan Jaig, you granted my man Atiin mercy, a fine courtesy."

Reaching the edge of the clearing first, Roman stepped out into open view as he whipped his fist around in another wide circle. The Hellweaver peeling away from its axis over the foreign ship to instead do another low sweep scanning the jungle around the clearing, "I'll grant it in return. If you wish to talk I'm in the clearing now. However, if another one of my people goes down; I'll be glad to show you what I can do without firing a shot, using a weapon, or drawing a blade."
Posted Apr 27, 17 · OP
Page
of 4
NoticeNotices