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Post by bruinfamer on Jan 29, 2010 23:09:27 GMT -5
Don nodded and stood up. "Good, inform your men. We live in a half hour. Weapons and other supplies are already in the ships. Take this, it has all of the mission data." Don tossed Wes the datachip, so he could show his men. "I'll see you in the hangar." Don walked out of his office, followed by two guards. ------------------ The shuttle lifted off and began its travel to the base. OOC: Xion, just say we landed and you have arrived. You'll probably be going with us (wes and I) on our mission, so you aren't stuck without anything to do  |
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Post by Lord Xion on Jan 31, 2010 2:33:21 GMT -5
(OOC:lol, thanks, i just thought you should have closure on that little segment)
Haar stepped off the shuttle onto the sandy area as his contact shuffeled forward very Hastedly. Haar was quick to follow him while he sheathed his sword and put on his Mandalorian helmet. He felt as he should honor his heritage and not hide it, however he did want to hide his identity for the time being.
Haar followed the contact into a building which was more than likely their (MOTG) base. It was a pretty large building with many soilders walking about. The Mandalorian went in search of anyone who might be in charge. Haar casually walked forward and grasped the shoulder of a young (16-17 year old) Merc. Haar was larger than the boy by about 5 inches and with his mandalorian armor on, Haar was the definition of intimidating.
"Eyy, give me directions to were the leader of this company. Pronto."
The mercenary had much fear in his eyes and practically shivered.
"Im not permitted to give that inf..."(Harr interupting)
"Stop trembling;your getting your gun extremely sweaty... just give me the directions; I'm here on business."
The boy moved his hand off of his gun quickly and said "Down the Corridor to the right, sir...."
"Thanks..."
With that Harr brushed by him and thought 'were did all the heartless killing mercenarys go?' His question was quickly answered when he stood outside The leaders quarters. A man a couple of inches taller than Harr and definately more muscle bound stood behind a desk. The man on the other side wasn't a cake-walk either. 'hope their on my side' he thought. Harr only spoke when he thought it was required and Haar thought alot.
Before Haar could get a word out the larger man presumed to be the leader walked past him. When there was 5 feet between the two Haar said in a deep 'british toned(if you will)' accent "Sir, i beleive we have business?"
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Post by Gamov on Jan 31, 2010 13:46:00 GMT -5
"There is no telling how long the mission will be, but you don't exactly tell your new boss to go screw himself when he offers you a job on the first day." Wes said, addressing his sister's trepidations about the mission as he loaded a small satchel of supplies for himself. Extra ammo, extra rations, some spare credits.... Anything one might need if they were to suddenly be left stranded on a foreign world.
"I still don't approve of it. You don't even know who this Don guy is.... What his angle is, what his goals are. You know nothing about him except for what he has told you so far." Cive paused, crossing her arms as she focused a disappointed glare on Wes. "And that isn't much at all. Just that he has a job he wants your hep on, and that he founded this organization."
"Would you stop worrying already?" Wes replied, annoyed with his sibling's seemingly endless pestering. "You know, dad was never this much of a pain in the ass."
"I don't recall dad giving two shits about you or me. He didn't care what we did. The most interaction I ever had with him was when he sent me a card for my wedding."
"Exactly." Wes affirmed, looking up from his self appointed task. "He didn't care. Let us do whatever the hell we wanted. You could learn to be a bit more like him in this instance. I've been at the mercenary game for years now, I know how to handle myself."
"And I don't?" Cive asked indignantly, upset at her brother's presumptions.
"No offense there sis, but the Empire has a half assed training program. They are all politics and indoctrination. They'll teach you how to shoot a gun, and that is about it. As far as they are concerned, you're just a meat shield for them to use when they feel its necessary. They don't give you the skills you need to think on your feet."
Civen shook her head at the comments. "How would you know? You haven't even been through the Imperial training program. Closest you got to military training was with the Republic and the CDF."
"You don't need to experience the Empire to understand it." Wes countered. "An organization like that, run by a guy like that Emperor.... Whoever.... Cain, I think.... It's just a breeding ground for mindless drones. The Emperor doesn't want free thinking individuals, he wants loyal servants who will jump into any meat grinder when he says so. He'll give them just enough skill to last a little while, but beyond that...." Wes shook his head. "Beyond that, you're all expendable to him."
Civen sighed. Her brother was stubborn one. She had forgotten how much she didn't miss that aspect of his personality. Still, what he said did have a hint of truth to it. Her own training at the Academy wasn't really very memorable. Just a bunch of political ideals mixed with military terms to make it look like a proper military training program. "Whatever you think, Wes. I learned a long time ago that your mind is a tough one to change, and I can see that it hasn't changed. Just stay out of trouble out there, okay?"
Wes gave her a nod. "I'll do my best, but you know me."
"Exactly."
Hefting his pack on to his shoulder, Wes boarded the shuttle meant to take him back to the headquarters. "Look after the Mare while I'm gone, eh?"
"She's in good hands. Don't worry."
Wes gave his sister one final nod before he sealed the door and instructed his pilot to take him planet side to meet back up with Don.
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Landing at the hangar once more, Wes exited his shuttle before signaling the pilot back into orbit before he headed off to the Mercenary headquarters to meet with Don Marka once more.
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Post by bruinfamer on Feb 1, 2010 14:46:05 GMT -5
Don was already packed up. One of the guards came in and informed him of another recruit that has just arrive. Damn, this is just like going to your local Wal-Mart and buying your own mercenary!, he thought. He waved for the guard to let him in and watched the man enter. Don looked at the mans file and smiled, he was in a rush if you couldn't tell.
"Yes we do, Haar. Unfortunately I have an operation to attend to. If you wish to come along, you'll get some first hand experience of what it takes to be a Merc. What do you say?"
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Post by Lord Xion on Feb 2, 2010 0:42:38 GMT -5
Haar had a smirk that no one could see, due to his helmet. He said as if he had a great honor "I think i'll do just fine, ill come along." Haar Had his rifle on his back loaded and both swords to the side sheathed. all grenades were accounted for and haar was ready to go.
(OOC:Sorry for such a short post but im not sure what else to specify...)
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Post by Gamov on Feb 2, 2010 15:12:48 GMT -5
Wes found Don at the headquarters again, his provisions already equally prepared as he spoke with a man in a dark tan colored suit of Mandalorian armor. Approaching Don, Wes gave him a quick nod as he eyed the man in the Mandalorian suit for a moment.
"My crew has been informed. I'm ready to move whenever you are, sir." He said. It felt a bit odd to be referring to a Mercenary leader as "sir", but for some reason this man elicited such a reaction from Wes.
Don Marka. He was almost certain he had heard that name at some point before, but he couldn't quite place it. Maybe an Imperial? Or ex-Imperial? It didn't matter really. All that mattered now was the fact that Don was now willing to sign paychecks and shell out the big bucks for the services of a small Mercenary army.
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Post by bruinfamer on Feb 12, 2010 14:32:08 GMT -5
"Alright, move out!" shouted Don as he boarded his Lambda shuttle, which would carry the team (Includes Wes and Haar. Just have your men take their ships. If you need any supplied, just send me a PM). The Lambda was given the ready for take off, and then hovered out of the hangar and into space, on its way to Yavin IV.
OOC: I will post the topic guys, it will be on Yavin IV
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