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@ltcmdr-ramius
Looks around triage tent. Clears his throat.
“ - Has anyone seen a bag of ice with a human hand in it?”
“Just tagged and put a left human hand in the bacta bath, the ice was starting to melt.” Sends him the ID code. “Hope you’re not looking for a righty.”
“Yeah, I’m not doing anything until the rest of my pay for this month comes in, sorry.” (For the Rebellion verse?)
Imma gave a nonchalant shrug, her feet swinging below her as she sat on the ship ramp. “If that’s what you want. Sounds a bit boring, though. Is there really no way I can tempt you to go with me to explore old abandoned ruins with me?” She gave him an optimistic grin.
“Gotta do something with all that time between now and pay day. And you never know what you might find.”
amercenariestendencies:
“So locals who won’t care, jet pack country, relics both military and cultural and bring plenty of water. Got it.” And going light on the ordinance meant no explosives. He could always bring a fusion cutter if he needed to get through something. The rest of the gear he’d need he could decide on at his ship.
No sword unfortunately, Rancor Splitter would be way too heavy for this. He wished she wasn’t so vague on the details of the cultural artifacts, if that’s what she was talking about, not because he was afraid of some ancient curse or any of that nonsense, but because he’d want to do a price check before they couldn’t get a holonet signal. Oh well, he’d deal with it.
“I’m going to need a few minutes to grab some gear from my ship, since I assume you’re flying, meet back here in five and then head out?”
“I can’t tell you if they don’t care, just that they don’t know enough to care. Bring the jet pack, but I’d like to make our initial entry with some stealth. While no one should be there, I never take that for granted.” She gave him a grin, genuinely enthused to have him coming along.
“I am flying. Grab your kit, I’ve got what I need already. We’ll leave when we get your stuff secured.”
Imma went and secured the equipment she’d picked up for the trip. She could have done it herself, but deep down in her gut, she knew that wasn’t a smart idea. It wasn’t a doubt she often had. With Gaius coming along, she could put that concern aside. But she was still going to go in armed, and felt confident he would too.
“Yeah, I’m not doing anything until the rest of my pay for this month comes in, sorry.” (For the Rebellion verse?)
Imma gave a nonchalant shrug, her feet swinging below her as she sat on the ship ramp. “If that’s what you want. Sounds a bit boring, though. Is there really no way I can tempt you to go with me to explore old abandoned ruins with me?” She gave him an optimistic grin.
“Gotta do something with all that time between now and pay day. And you never know what you might find.”
amercenariestendencies:
“You had me at monetary, however, will we be expecting a welcoming committee from the locals?” Valuable, profitable, military hardware was more than enough to get him onboard but he wasn’t going into this blind to the dangers. He couldn’t sell everything he found if he was dead.
There were other considerations too. The bleeding hearts that made up this outfit wouldn’t want to hurt their rep by having their salvage team blasting ignorant locals.
“I’ll need to know what gear to pack.”
“Minimal local presence. It wasn’t in use when the Republic went in. There is a large town about 40 clicks away, but it’s a mix of locals and transplants, so there probably isn’t very good community memory of the location or it’s previous uses. It’s also not exactly a picnic trip. Part of the approach will be rather vertical. It’s in a semi arid mountainous region, built into the side of a mountain that the old school locals spent a lot of time crafting. While there is always a risk of others, my main concern is unstable ordinance. So bring things that are more grace than force.”
She paused, thinking about the other information she’d gathered. It’d been hard to determine what it meant. The details were most likely accurate, but the person had been describing things they knew nothing about, a bit like a person who’d never seen a plant before describing flowers. “I think there’s more in there, items that might be meaningful to certain groups in the galaxy.”
“Yeah, I’m not doing anything until the rest of my pay for this month comes in, sorry.” (For the Rebellion verse?)
Imma gave a nonchalant shrug, her feet swinging below her as she sat on the ship ramp. “If that’s what you want. Sounds a bit boring, though. Is there really no way I can tempt you to go with me to explore old abandoned ruins with me?” She gave him an optimistic grin.
“Gotta do something with all that time between now and pay day. And you never know what you might find.”
amercenariestendencies:
“No way in-” a beat as he reconsidered, “Actually, what kind of abandoned ruins? Are we talking filled with treasure ruins or crumbling fortress on top of a hill ruins?” If this wasn’t an attempt to score free work for the rebels off of him it might be worth it to go. He’d heard stories of black market archaeologists who had retired after selling off antiques for enough credits to last multiple lifetimes. He’d also heard stories of those who died horribly try.
“Give me some intel here.”
She gave a satisfied arc of her brow. There was a moment when she didn’t think she’d catch his interest with this. But his questions made her think this might be his sort of fun.
“Hopefully filled with goodies of the former Republic type. I’ve been,” she paused to think of the right way to best phrase her intel scrounging, rolling her hand to fill the pause “researching old Republic outposts during the Clone Wars. This one was abandoned, not emptied. And, it was installed in an existing structure that had been left by indigenous community prior. It looks very promising for finding things of value, both monetary and martial.” She jumped off the ramp and walked over to him, giving him a casual look over.
“Interested?”
“Yeah, I’m not doing anything until the rest of my pay for this month comes in, sorry.” (For the Rebellion verse?)
Imma gave a nonchalant shrug, her feet swinging below her as she sat on the ship ramp. “If that’s what you want. Sounds a bit boring, though. Is there really no way I can tempt you to go with me to explore old abandoned ruins with me?” She gave him an optimistic grin.
“Gotta do something with all that time between now and pay day. And you never know what you might find.”
When the commandos and ARCs start sticking cat ears on their helmets.
“The GAR’s new ‘hearts and minds’ campaign is certainly something else.”
“Can you walk on your own?”
A pressure pounded against his right temple as he regained consciousness. His HUD was dead, encasing him in the blackness of his helmet and a deep crack ran down the right side of his visor. Concrete pressed against his back, body slumped against the bottom of a small and crumbling wall.
His helmet stirred when a woman’s voice asked him if he could walk. He tried to respond, but a groan escaped his lips and his chin fell to his chest. Nausea gripped his stomach and he was afraid if he moved or spoke he would make a mess in his helmet.
Fierfek, what happened?
The recon had indicated that the buildings were empty of hazards, living or otherwise. But you know what they say about intel. Halfway through the area, everything went sideways. The walls of two buildings blew outward, throwing debris and personnel every which way. Moments later, one of the buildings started to collapse, mercifully away from the men. But given how badly things were going, Imma wasn’t willing to give the scene any more time to inflict damage. She headed towards where she’d last seen the commando.
They were easy to pick out of a crowd of white armored men, a bit bigger than the other soldiers, their armor a nicer, though that was always subtle. Approaching the unconscious man, she hoped that kit was worth the extra credits.
He moved when she spoke. Not much, but it meant he was alive, which meant she’d be getting him out of there. Gently, but firmly, she put her hands on his neck, thumbs supporting his chin, finger spread to support the weight of his head and helmet. His head steady in her hold, she looked into the eyes of the helmet.
“I need you to answer me, otherwise I’m going to have to remove your helmet to make sure you don’t have a head injury.” The HUD in her visor was trying to gather info on him, but she didn’t have access to his bio metrics, so she was flying a bit blind, hoping he’d answer.
When you watch the rearguard comprised of Hosnian regulars sink their two Turbo Tanks making retreat that much harder.
jump in the cacc
You first!
“So, we’re potentially getting high end caf? Excellent!”
Because there could be nothing better than apex soldiers on even more caffeine than they’re used to. What could go wrong?
Slam his desk. “What’d you bring me?”
“Pictures of Spider-man.”
“A sense of noble purpose in this conflict.”
“Donut holes. Fried sugary doughy goodness, excellent with caf.”
ALCON
Effective immediately, AVw A6 Juggernauts may not be used on paved roads in Republic cities. Additionally, there is to be no driving that diverges from SOPs. As such, any stunt driving, drifting, street racing, drag racing, or any other non-standard operation of these vehicles in prohibited. All Juggernauts will have their tires inspected daily to establish wear patterns in order to determine if it has been used in prohibited activity.
In summary, please stop trying to drift Juggernaughts of city streets.
“Fucking Spaarti’s!”
“They can be a challenge, but it’s not their fault. My hope is that the Jedi identify alternate duty for them, maybe include them into the Jedi AgriCorp. Growing food is very important! And there are fewer explosives for them to get into.”
A Spaarti Batch clone trips, which causes him to negligently discharge his weapon into a rack fuel cells.
And this is why a four armed android with a penchant for antique weapons is not a high priority for me at the moment.
But it’s just a matter of improving and expanding the training opportunities for the Spaarti guys, they’ll get it. If they don’t burn the barracks down first.
Hands off my macaroni.
Somebody once told me that.
THIS IS NOTHING LIKE THE SIMULATIONS! People are dying and there’s a four-armed, lightsaber wielding cyborg with tuberculosis on the loose!
I will add that to my ever growing list of ‘shit that’s on fire’ and it will be classified low priority since it isn’t even close to the most significant issue I’m dealing with right now.
What’s tuberculosis?
