Ace Squad

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-Star wars rp blog for the Ace Squad. -Feel free to leave an ask if you'd like to rp with one or more of my muses! (This blog is multiverse and multiship.) -Mun is 18+ -This blog may contain NSFW elements. -M!A: (Accepting) -I track the tag theacesquad -Link to my Jedi rp blog: http://general-tarik.tumblr.com/

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“N-No its alright!” K-9 blurted as he stood awkwardly in the corridoor, his arms laden with blaster rifles that threatened to smash to the floor at any second.

Ridge stepped into position, right foot in front of the his left, both feet shoulder width apart. He held his loosely-fisted hands in front of his face. “You ready?”

"Just a warning: Ridge likes to flip people and put them in headlocks," Edger called from the sidelines.

K-9 copied Ridges stance, watching the other carefully, studying his movements.

The pilots face twisted into a slight grimace when he heard someone call from the sideline. "Well…that’s reassuring." he mumbled.

Ridge didn’t even wait for the signal to be given. He lunged forward from where he stood, moving in with a right hook.

K-9 immediately dodged to his right and deflected the punch with a push of his forearm to the inside of Ridges wrist. Moving back into position, he watched the other carefully keeping on his toes and preparing for another attack.

Ridge aimed a high kick to K-9’s head, continuing to kick in rapid succession. He didn’t slow down for the rookie: he wanted this to be over with quickly.

K-9 dodged the kick aimed for his head, taking a few more steps back. Dodging Ridges attacks was difficult, but a pilot like K-9 was trained brutally under reflex programmes. Dodging incoming meteors and lazers wasn't exactly like dodging Ridges foot, but the training certaintly helped.

Ducking low, K-9 struck out towards Ridges feet with a swift sweep of his leg, intending to trip him up.

((I've got a second RP account, sorry)) Do you need a hand?

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“N-No its alright!” K-9 blurted as he stood awkwardly in the corridoor, his arms laden with blaster rifles that threatened to smash to the floor at any second.

Ridge stepped into position, right foot in front of the his left, both feet shoulder width apart. He held his loosely-fisted hands in front of his face. “You ready?”

"Just a warning: Ridge likes to flip people and put them in headlocks," Edger called from the sidelines.

K-9 copied Ridges stance, watching the other carefully, studying his movements.

The pilots face twisted into a slight grimace when he heard someone call from the sideline. "Well…that’s reassuring." he mumbled.

Ridge didn’t even wait for the signal to be given. He lunged forward from where he stood, moving in with a right hook.

K-9 immediately dodged to his right and deflected the punch with a push of his forearm to the inside of Ridges wrist. Moving back into position, he watched the other carefully keeping on his toes and preparing for another attack.

Ridge aimed a high kick to K-9’s head, continuing to kick in rapid succession. He didn’t slow down for the rookie: he wanted this to be over with quickly.

((I've got a second RP account, sorry)) Do you need a hand?

((Don’t worry about it! :3 whats the account name? I’ll go follow it :) ))

“N-No its alright!” K-9 blurted as he stood awkwardly in the corridoor, his arms laden with blaster rifles that threatened to smash to the floor at any second.

Ridge stepped into position, right foot in front of the his left, both feet shoulder width apart. He held his loosely-fisted hands in front of his face. “You ready?”

"Just a warning: Ridge likes to flip people and put them in headlocks," Edger called from the sidelines.

K-9 copied Ridges stance, watching the other carefully, studying his movements.

The pilots face twisted into a slight grimace when he heard someone call from the sideline. "Well…that’s reassuring." he mumbled.

Ridge didn’t even wait for the signal to be given. He lunged forward from where he stood, moving in with a right hook.

K-9 immediately dodged to his right and deflected the punch with a push of his forearm to the inside of Ridges wrist. Moving back into position, he watched the other carefully keeping on his toes and preparing for another attack.

((I've got a second RP account, sorry)) Do you need a hand?

((Don’t worry about it! :3 whats the account name? I’ll go follow it :) ))

“N-No its alright!” K-9 blurted as he stood awkwardly in the corridoor, his arms laden with blaster rifles that threatened to smash to the floor at any second.

"If you’re already able to deflect punches with a series of kicks, then we’ll move you to the next level: rakhil. Ridge, you’re still going to help him on this.”

Ridge took a very controlled deep breath, tugging on the straps of his gloves. “Alright, how many kicks do you know? And also, how flexible are you? That’s kind of important.”

K-9 turned his attention to Ridge, shrugging lightly. He hadn’t had any proper training in the art of this fighting technique. He’d only picked some of it up from other clones. "The basics. Nothing too…fancy? I’m pretty flexible." K-9 nodded as he stretched his arms out infront of him, loosening his muscles. "I’ve no problem kicking stuff above my head height."

"Good, because I won’t be waiting for you. We’ll start with a spar." Ridge stepped onto the mat. He wasn’t doing what Kiki had asked, but she didn’t raise any objections about it. "Come here."

K-9 glanced around at the others for a second before he came closer like Ridge had asked, stepping onto the mat and awaiting further orders from the other clone.

Ridge stepped into position, right foot in front of the his left, both feet shoulder width apart. He held his loosely-fisted hands in front of his face. “You ready?”

"Just a warning: Ridge likes to flip people and put them in headlocks," Edger called from the sidelines.

K-9 copied Ridges stance, watching the other carefully, studying his movements.

The pilots face twisted into a slight grimace when he heard someone call from the sideline. "Well...thats reassuring." he mumbled.

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“N-No its alright!” K-9 blurted as he stood awkwardly in the corridoor, his arms laden with blaster rifles that threatened to smash to the floor at any second.

K-9 turned to Kiki when she talked and he slowly shook his head.

"Uhh, no. Sorry. Never heard of it." K-9 glanced around towards the troopers surrounding him when a rude word was uttered. He swallowed hard. Obviously it was not a preferable form of fighting for a couple of them.

"Alright, then let’s begin. I’ll teach you form one, which is just simple kicks and blocks. Ridge, show him the first half of form one."

Ridge’s face soured as he stepped forward. “Can we start with something more advanced, sir?” He wasn’t in the mood to be teaching rookies anything.

K-9 could practically feel the discontent radiating from Ridge at his orders. Great. K-9 had just made a wonderful first impression with them.

K-9 looked to Kiki and shrugged slightly. "I’m..sure I’ll be good enough for more advanced manouvers. I learn quickly."

"If you’re already able to deflect punches with a series of kicks, then we’ll move you to the next level: rakhil. Ridge, you’re still going to help him on this.”

Ridge took a very controlled deep breath, tugging on the straps of his gloves. “Alright, how many kicks do you know? And also, how flexible are you? That’s kind of important.”

K-9 turned his attention to Ridge, shrugging lightly. He hadn’t had any proper training in the art of this fighting technique. He’d only picked some of it up from other clones. "The basics. Nothing too…fancy? I’m pretty flexible." K-9 nodded as he stretched his arms out infront of him, loosening his muscles. "I’ve no problem kicking stuff above my head height."

"Good, because I won’t be waiting for you. We’ll start with a spar." Ridge stepped onto the mat. He wasn’t doing what Kiki had asked, but she didn’t raise any objections about it. "Come here."

K-9 glanced around at the others for a second before he came closer like Ridge had asked, stepping onto the mat and awaiting further orders from the other clone.

Pros to ship with me

Our ship is probably gonna be rly cute

Cons to ship with me

I’ll talk about it all the time

I’ll give you what ifs and how woulds all the time

I WILL SQUEAL AND TALK IN ALL CAPS TO YOU EVERYTIME SOMETHING BAD/GOOD HAPPENS TO THEM

I will think of AUs and share

I will make playlists of them a lot

It will always have pain and tears

Probably will have to ask for 983454858645794 threads

His unit ID? Silver stared up at the Null with clear confusion. Why would he want to know who he fought under back before Order 66? Did it really matter??

Osik. Jaing knew he was lying. Silver tensed, ignoring the ache in his side. His eyes were glued to the datapad that the...

Silver took back the data pad, reading through the information on the datapad with utter disbelief. He must be dreaming. Its not possible that after all these years of seeing no trace of her, that all of a sudden this Null would come along and claim he knew exactly where she was and how she was.

He couldn't think of how to reply. Should he thank Jaing for saving her? Should he punch him for going out with the intentions of killing her in the first place?? In the end, he could only come up with five words. 'Why did you do it?"

He handed the pad back to Jaing, not making eye contact with him. His hand clasped the necklace around his neck tightly, and a dull ache began to pulse in his heart. It had taken him so many years to get over the pain he felt when he thought about her, but now it was coming back, agonising pangs of despair. He missed her.

So, where are my clothes, Captain?

"In the garbage disposal. If you want to dress in revealing clothes please do it somewhere other than around my men. They’re distracted enough already as it is without you waving your goods around." Storm barked as he handed her a new pair of clothes, his eyes glued to hers with a stern anger implanted in them.

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"Oh manda! I hadn’t realized this was a problem. I will be far more careful about what I reveal in the future." Smiling politely, she takes the pile of clothes from him.

Storm grunted and nodded curtly, turning away to give her privacy with the clothes. "I'd prefer that they'd focus on the mission at hand, rather than your body." he stated.

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“N-No its alright!” K-9 blurted as he stood awkwardly in the corridoor, his arms laden with blaster rifles that threatened to smash to the floor at any second.

K-9 turned to Kiki when she talked and he slowly shook his head.

"Uhh, no. Sorry. Never heard of it." K-9 glanced around towards the troopers surrounding him when a rude word was uttered. He swallowed hard. Obviously it was not a preferable form of fighting for a couple of them.

"Alright, then let’s begin. I’ll teach you form one, which is just simple kicks and blocks. Ridge, show him the first half of form one."

Ridge’s face soured as he stepped forward. “Can we start with something more advanced, sir?” He wasn’t in the mood to be teaching rookies anything.

K-9 could practically feel the discontent radiating from Ridge at his orders. Great. K-9 had just made a wonderful first impression with them.

K-9 looked to Kiki and shrugged slightly. "I’m..sure I’ll be good enough for more advanced manouvers. I learn quickly."

"If you’re already able to deflect punches with a series of kicks, then we’ll move you to the next level: rakhil. Ridge, you’re still going to help him on this.”

Ridge took a very controlled deep breath, tugging on the straps of his gloves. “Alright, how many kicks do you know? And also, how flexible are you? That’s kind of important.”

K-9 turned his attention to Ridge, shrugging lightly. He hadn't had any proper training in the art of this fighting technique. He'd only picked some of it up from other clones. "The basics. Nothing too...fancy? I'm pretty flexible." K-9 nodded as he stretched his arms out infront of him, loosening his muscles. "I've no problem kicking stuff above my head height."

*SOBS*

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California zoomed her scope, aiming for one of the trooper’s heads. This “mission” command had given her was too easy- take out the mongrels and assume control of their base. There were only five of them to take out, and she could...

Storm cursed when their enemy suddenly dashed out of his line of sight. He lowered the gun and watched, dumbfounded, as the person began to run at the wall of the base.

He leapt up with shock when a grenade was thrown his way, he dove behind the ramp before the explosion erupted nearby, the force of it taking out half the ramp and showering him in concrete.

Hawk raced down the hall towards the centre of the base, following out Storms orders to find his two fallen brothers. Hawk jumped back in fear when something suddenly seeped through the wall like a ghost. He stared at the soldier in utter disbelief, stumbling back a few steps and raising his shaking weapon. "W-What the fuck?!" he stumbled back when an explosion shook the walls from the outside, eyes glued to the threat infront of him. He aimed his weapon at her, but a mixture of disbelief, incomprehension and fear made him hesitate.

#freelancer-california

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When you had no idea that your RP partner replied

ben-kenobi-jediknight

This explains me.

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Don't ship with me unless you can handle it. Don't come here expecting casual feelings. I ship hard. I will fuck you up with feelings. You don't want that? Run along.

Ridge flanked left, peering around a thick green bush. If I was supposed to have the fucking sniper rifle, they should have given me a better spot to shoot from! His ear comm crackled, his HUD showing that...

Red vs. Blue AU [Crusade Squad| Ace Squad]

Storm had his eyes on the one launching grenades, and he saw the second bomb coming before it hit him this time. Taking careful, and practically immaculate aim, gained after years and years of training and practice, Storm shot a bullet at the launched grenade, and took it out in mid air before it reached the base. A plume of fire and smoke burst forth in all directions as Storm reloaded his weapon. "Try again, motherfucker." he growled.

Target was practically jumping up and down with exctiment as he picked up his heavy machine gun and making his way towards the entrance of the base, flanked by Silver and K-9 with semi automatic rifles.

"Get out here!" Storm hissed into his mic. "I'm pinned down up here!"

"On our way, captain." Silver replied as he took cover by the sidewall of the entrance and began blasting towards a couple of moving figures on his nightvision to the right. K-9 followed suit, blasting at anything that moved.

Target caught up with them, standing in the entrance witu his HMG hefted in both hands. He grinned when he spotted someone in the darkness close-by, trying to sneak past them.

"Evening, Gents!!" he roared with manic laughter and pulled the machine guns trigger, unleashing hellfire upon the enemy soldiers.

#crusade-squad #((which team is red or blue? xD

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California zoomed her scope, aiming for one of the trooper’s heads. This “mission” command had given her was too easy- take out the mongrels and assume control of their base. There were only five of them to take out, and she could easily just snipe...

"K-9! Get the turrets active!" Storm barked into his mike, switching his sniper rifle for a semi automatic one. Peering over the ramp, Storm released a quick succession of bullets at the enemy, managing to hit her shoulder, but no damage was caused. "Fuck! They've got shields!" Hawk cursed, shooting at their target with his SMG.

Silver and Target unleashed hellfire upon the moving figure, pausing only when a grenade was launched in their direction. "Run!" Target hissed, spinning on his heels with Silver and racing back into the base. Unfortunately, the blast was close enough to send them both rocketing across the room, striking the wall on the other side with enough force to knock them out. "Hawk, go protect Target and Silver!" Storm ordered, pulling his own sticky grenade from his belt.

"Lets see how you like this, motherfucker." he growled as he activated the grenade and threw it directly for their enemy. The sticky bomb managed to smash against the green armored soldiers arm and stick itself to her limb. Pulling back up his sniper rifle, Storm took quick aim, aiming for the grenade itself. "Now stay still." he hissed as he released a bullet.

#freelancer-california

How to bond with RP friends: 1. Emotionally wreck them with your writing. 2. Wait nervously for them to one-up your writing and wreck you in return. 3. Repeat.

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Lust: Something that I find attractive. Pride: Something that I like about myself. Sloth: Something that I dislike about myself. Envy: Something I wish I was better at. Gluttony: One of my favorite foods. Wrath: Something that gets me angry. Greed: Something I can’t get enough of.

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