Aran jogged to the bridge, armour clanking. He came to a stop, and removed his helmet, the artificial light reflecting off the gold paint. "Su'cuy. Aran Cabur reporting, Alor. What's Mand'alor got in store for these vu'traat'e?" He asked, cocking his head to one side.

((Alor: Sir/Ma'am/Ruler
Mand'alor: Sole Ruler. Title given to the leader of the Mandalorians
Vutraat'e: Commandos, IIRC))

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{Sorry about this, but I think I'm going to drop out because I simply don't understand this stuff. >.> Might jump in later, though...}

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and I'm still a dreamer, a believer
I've lost my faith in so many things but I still believe in You

OOC: You don't need to drop out, just ask whatever questions you need to and we'll answer them. And a notice, because of my knee surgery, my knee must remain immobile until Nov 5, so I can't sit for long. Therefore this is going to be on hold until then (or my posts will be short and not-so-good).

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Four Gods wait on the windowsill,
Where once eight Gods did war and will,
And if the Gods themselves may die,
What does that say for you and I?

Now, three Gods wait on the windowsill
Where one God's blood was lately spilled
While black tongues lap at the spreading pool
And build the strength they need to rule.

(that's alright, I am going to be busy a lot int he next few weeks as well so won't be posting much either. Hope your surgery goes well though. I'll be checking in for your next post.)

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OOC: I'm moving on, but if your still going to stay Saffron you can just say that you were there. And Jax, the full Mando'a conversation was just going to be with the Manda'lore, who speaks mainly Mando'a, but the others will just have some.

IC: Jate waited motionless until they had all arrived. Especially the aruetii Kais. He didn't like working with that one. If he had adopted the Mando culture, Jate would have worked with him without a second thought. But they hadn't, and for the time being, Manda'lore said they had to work with them and not kill them, so they would.

Most of the crew had assembled, and Jate left the commlink open for those who hadn't quite reached the bridge yet. With the slight tilt of his head, Jate signaled for one of the Mandos to activate the holomap in which he was standing. A small star cluster appeared half a metre from his face and any well-versed in space travel would know that it was the Hapes Cluster, a group of systems that had their own government yet still had some impact on an inter-planetary scale. Jate put an index finger on a region of space on the outer edge of the Cluster.

As the map zoomed in, Jate spoke, "Su'cuy, vode bal aruetii. Our target is this HoloNet transceiver. We are to upload a virus that is now stored in the Verburyc's mainframe. These should only be lightly defended as the Hapes Consortium won't be anticipating an attack." He paused for a moment to let them get a grip on the situation. "Or, more specifically, five attacks. Our attack will be coordinated with Ordo, Kad, Jaster, and Prudii's corvettes who will take out the other long-range HoloNet transceivers here, here, here, and here." His armoured finger stabbed at four more locations, each lighting up in turn.

"Sometime with in the next five days, we'll hit them. Bessies will be deployed to get close enough to upload the virus while the Verburyc kicks the shebs of any aruetiise ships. Tionas?

((aruetii=traitor, foreigner, outsider))
((Su'cuy, vode bal aruetii.=Welcome, brothers and Kais.))
((shebs=backsides))
((aruetiise=traitors, foreigners, outsiders))
((tionas=question(s)))

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Four Gods wait on the windowsill,
Where once eight Gods did war and will,
And if the Gods themselves may die,
What does that say for you and I?

Now, three Gods wait on the windowsill
Where one God's blood was lately spilled
While black tongues lap at the spreading pool
And build the strength they need to rule.

Cu'val looked over the plan in his mind, standing silent for a second. "Just one," he spoke once Jate asked for questions.

"Am I going to be sniping to set up cover fire incase something goes wrong or running with the main group?"

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"Ori'jate, Alor. Just one question, will we be participating in te main assault, or just preforming disabling maneuvers?" He asked, smiling at military euphism.

((Ori'jate: Very good, the best
Alor: Sir/Ruler))

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OOC: Jax, HoloNet transceivers are in space, but I forgot to mention that fact, so ner dush (my bad). 'Bessie' is the Mando nickname for the Bes'uliik spacefighter.

IC: "Manda'lore hasn't given us orders past the 'disabling maneuvers," Jate replied to Aran. He turned to the pilot, "An bat?"

"Elek, alor," the pilot responded after a brief commlink conversation with the Mandalorian at the ramp.

"Take us up then," Jate ordered. He turned back to the assembled crew and waited for more questions.

((An bat='all aboard,' lit. 'all on'))
((Elek, alor='yes sir,' lit. 'yes leader'))

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Four Gods wait on the windowsill,
Where once eight Gods did war and will,
And if the Gods themselves may die,
What does that say for you and I?

Now, three Gods wait on the windowsill
Where one God's blood was lately spilled
While black tongues lap at the spreading pool
And build the strength they need to rule.

OOC: Ok,np. sorry about that.



Hopefull Inquiery: "Shall I man the turrets master?" MK-44 asked.

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Cu'val took a seat and strapped himself in, gripping his gun tightly.
"I gotta clean you up better next time," he said, looking down at his gun. "Draar ib'tuur." He mumbled something else softly in Mando'

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OOC: No problem, Jax.

IC: "No, MK, your going to be in the depressurized hangar bays after the Bessies leave in case the Hapans decide to be cute and try and board," Jate waited for more questions, and when none were forthcoming, he continued. "Get some rest, we'll be within one jump of the relay in six hours and the attack plan will be finalized then. Dismissed."

OOC: Unless someone starts up a really interesting conversation before I get in my next post, we'll skip ahead those six hours.

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Four Gods wait on the windowsill,
Where once eight Gods did war and will,
And if the Gods themselves may die,
What does that say for you and I?

Now, three Gods wait on the windowsill
Where one God's blood was lately spilled
While black tongues lap at the spreading pool
And build the strength they need to rule.

oh gee.... I got so distracted by this thread May I join? Please? And if so, any suggestions?

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(Hey Valera. I think you'd be welcome by everyone. Pretty much were just all mandoloriens)


"Sadened Answer: Verry well, Masster. I will guard the ever-dull depresurized docking bays," MK-44 replied, his metal body clanking off slowly to charge for the upcomming battle.




"Sleep sounds good to me," Cu'val said, turning around and heading off to his quarters.
Once he got there he pulled out a small transmitter. He went through all the propper chanels to be sure it couldn't be traced.
"Cu'val, that you?" the voice on the other end asked.
"It's me," Cu'val replied. "The attacks going to be in six hours at these locations. Have the ships ready but don't move in until we've been gone for a good three hours."

"You've got it, sir," the voice responded as the com-link went dead.

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OOC: Of course you may join, Valera! The more the merrier. Here is the aderess for the MandoMaker if you want it. http://zammap.sitesled.com/iemehahgeheh ... maker2.swf

As for suggestions, there really aren't any. Be a Mando, male or female, doesn't matter. If you feel like being different, you could make an ace fighter pilot as we already have a sniper and two close-range fighters, but whatever you prefer is fine, we'll work with it.

I'll wait for your bio before jumping ahead the six hours so you can be at the planning.

IC: Jate watched as the crew left the bridge one by one. "Call me if there is an emergency, I'll be in my quarters," he said to the watch officer. "But only in an emergency. Suvarir?"

"Yes, sir," the watch officer replied as Jate left.

((suvarir=understood/understand))

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Four Gods wait on the windowsill,
Where once eight Gods did war and will,
And if the Gods themselves may die,
What does that say for you and I?

Now, three Gods wait on the windowsill
Where one God's blood was lately spilled
While black tongues lap at the spreading pool
And build the strength they need to rule.

Ok, here goes. Of course I feel like being different Think I'll take the pilot suggestion.

Name: Sarryn "Ryn" Basque-Tion
Age: 28
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Appearance: http://fc26.deviantart.com/fs29/i/2008/ ... hilles.jpg
History: briefly: The House of Tion once held sway over the Tion Hegemony, but as the centuries passed, new political forces rose. The House sank into obscurity and legend. One of its modern-day descendants, Sarryn was entitled to advanced education, but not much more. She was only six months away from her engineering degree when the Mandalorians invaded and instituted a draft. The past seven years with the Mando navy have shaped her into a crack fighter pilot, but she has never forgotten what might have been.
Personality: Generally quiet and very controlled, but functions with a burning intensity that some find unsettling. Her passion has always been for the mechanical, and she is a gifted tinkerer.
Weapons: Bes'uliik starfighter, pilot's survival blaster and blades. Has some basic close-combat training, but her knack for reading an aerial field of combat is unrivaled.

Jate's commands filtered through the set hooked onto Sarryn Basque-Tion's right ear, but the pilot barely heard them. The thud of her heart and the rhythm of her boots on the deck plating were all too noticeable; her head was spinning, and all she could feel was cold, inexorable numbness spreading up from her toes.

Toman was dead.

Oh, she didn't know for sure, but she knew all the same. Ryn looked at the datapad in her hand, willing the heartless blue text to vanish, but it remained.

Family Member, Basque-Tion, Toman from Mandalorian Empire Tion System Administration

We regret to inform you that Toman Basque-Tion has been apprehended in rebel activities.

And that was it. No explanation, and definitely no sympathy. But there didn't need to be any. It went without saying that Toman had been summarily tried and shot. If he had been tried. The dream of the resurrection of the House of Tion, already on its deathbed, had taken its final gasp.

And Ryn had a job to do. She set her jaw and walked onto the hangar deck, needing the distraction of flight prep.

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MK-44 clanked into the ship bay and over tot he nearest plug in.

"Annoyed mumblngs: Guard the hanger bay... why do the droids always get stuck witht he boring jobs?"

He plugged himself in and put his rifle in his back holster. "How many meat bags am I going to be able to kill in the hanger bay? " He let out a mechanicall squeel, simular to a sigh and shut down for re-charging.

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Cu'val didn't get much rest, but enough. Most of his time was spend sifting through the data of his recent activities. he had to keep everything perfectly straight in order that no one found out just what it was that he was doing.

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OOC: and the six hour skip ahead......

IC: Jate'kara entered a quick holoconference with the other corvette captains to determine the exact plan of attack. It was settled, three days and ten hours from the exact moment the conference ended.

He called the command crew to the bridge to brief them on the plan.

OOC: Sorry for the short post, but I don't have much time with all the homework I have to catch up on right now. And the command crew is the bridge crew (who would already be there) and all the PC (Player Characters).

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Four Gods wait on the windowsill,
Where once eight Gods did war and will,
And if the Gods themselves may die,
What does that say for you and I?

Now, three Gods wait on the windowsill
Where one God's blood was lately spilled
While black tongues lap at the spreading pool
And build the strength they need to rule.