Macabre Machines"Man has become the greatest of all beings. It is his duty to purge the galaxy of unclean sentient species. His single, undeniable duty."-
Karr Rogan, upon establishing the Galactic New Order
Hundreds of humans had gathered around the base of a giant platform in one of the lower sectors of Coruscant. Masses of them poured over each other, all of them eager to hear the words of one of the most famous Humanists alive, Karr Rogan. Rogan was the face of the human populace. At the age of thirty-three he was the most popular politician in the galaxy, a man supported by hundreds of billions of men and women. Born and raised by a wealthy family on Coruscant, he grew up around humans; went into politics to support humans, and when he became old enough, joined the most popular pro human campaign group in the galaxy: COMPNOR.
COMPNOR, Commission for the Preservation of the New Order, was a pro human and anti alien group that was supported and upheld by the empire. It was also one of the largest rights group on Coruscant, attracting millions to its cause. But who brought them all together, here tonight? One man, Karr Rogan.
Tonight was different though; tonight was the night when Rogan planned to reveal the newest breakthrough in armor technology: a powered battle suit that was charged by the external BTUs released from the human body. It was a suit that was powered by energy cells, which were charged by thermal energy. It was a marvel of science.
"My fellow men!" he yelled to the masses. They cheered him on, lusting for more of his bloodthirsty speech. "Tonight the human race has conquered a great victory! No longer will we be disadvantaged because of our soft skin and weak flesh! Today we have made a great exoskeleton, an unbreakable machine capable of great things! Let no one say man is weak!"
More cheering. A loud hissing noise erupted from the stage, and a huge grey canister rose out of the ground. The crowds grew silent as it slowly rose until it reached its maximum height, and then it stopped, waiting to be opened.
"Men of Coruscant, of Corellia, of the galaxy!" Rogan shouted, "I give you, our salvation: The Titain."
The canister opened itself revealing a massive machine from within, as wide as four men, and as tall as two. It was a massive grey machine, completely shot proof and heavily armed. It was a masterpiece of a weapon.
The people yelled wildly with excitement. Karr smiled and turned back to one of his assistants,
"Get it manned and blast some examples. I want to show this off to the world."
His assistant was not too eager to comply. "Well, sir, it hasn't been completely tested.. there could a malfunction in weaponry.. also, the process of a getting a man within is very long..."
Rogan impatiently walked up to the machine and demanded impatiently, "Is this machine manned? Is someone in there?"
It nodded its bulky head in reply.
"Good then. Bring out the caged Rancor!"
It rose from the floor, the giant thing, encased in a giant cage the Rancor was lifted out of the stage and in front of the people. Many of them were afraid, and some started to leave in fear, but they were stopped by the words of Karr,
"Do not fear the beast! From now on, we are the masters! Kill it!"
The manned machine strode up to the cage, each step resounding loudly as the metal soles slammed upon the hard, cold stage. Once it made it to the stage, it raised it's mechanical fireing arm as if to kill it, but instead purposely missed and shot off the lock. The Rancor within was free; free among defenseless people.
But the machine turned around and shot its deadly rounds in the Karr Rogan himself. He never saw it coming.
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When Wraith Squad got there, it was havock. The Rancor had been suppressed and killed hours before, but there were still bodies littered about the streets, some wounded some dead. It was a massacre.
"What.. happened here" Anival said.
"I was told we wouldn't believe it." Ron said. He looked around at the bodies. "And, quite frankly I don't."
They quickly made their way towards the stage, now a heaping wreck of junk. One of the assistants marked them out and rushed towards them.
"What are you doing
here? Those alien bastards have taken the suit! We need that suit, it's the only copy we've made!"
"I have no idea what you're talking about." Kanderin said. "But from what I hear, whatever it was you lost, it was a pretty stupid idea to make only one of em."
"What suit are you talking about?" Ron said.
"The Titain." he wailed. "The greatest creation in weapons technology is now in the hands of our greatest enemies!"
"Sounds like you have a problem." said Anival.
Ron interrupted them suddenly. "You." he said talking to the assistant. "Is this thing about nine feet high, equipped with huge blasters on each arm, and a dull grey metallic color?"
"Yes." he said. "Have you seen it?"
Ron ran for cover, pushing and pulling troopers with him behind the rubble.
"Of course I have! It's right behind you!"
- OOC:
- Sorry about being so late getting it up, and for the sloppiness. You're objectives are to fight, but not to kill this suit. It's systems are impervious to our blasters so you need to come up with some original ideas to try and take it down. For Character Development purposes, reflect on whether or not you agree with the "anti alien" group that we are working for.
The machine has been taken over by a pro alien group in rebellion to the New Order supported by the Empire. It is not just an alien in a powered suit that we are fighting, there are many other aliens that are lightly equipped that are killable. Do not take down the machine.
As for a side note on our setting: we are in the slums of Coruscant, so don't worry about taking down small structures such as statues, shops, or about killing important people. We're in the slums so most anything goes.
Any questions, feel free to PM me.