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Ron
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  Macabre Machines (Wraith)
October 9, 2009 9:43:21 PM    View the profile of Ron 
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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.

._._._._._._._._._._.


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.
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Anival Velasquez
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  RE: Macabre Machines (Wraith)
October 12, 2009 8:16:39 PM    View the profile of Anival Velasquez 
Anival stared out the view port, he didn't care bout the fact that something had happened to COMPNOR all he cared about was interacting with more people who shared his ideals.

Anival sighed, they seemed to be late, the activity had apparently already passed, all the mayhem and wonderful parts that made the squad thrive had gone by.

Anival participated really little during the small conversation, his attention had shifted. Ron pointed behind the man they were talking to. Anival could heard many jaws drop, their seemed to be a giant metal skeleton stomping its way through all the rubble.

“Take cover!” screamed Ron, the squad immediately dove behind the fallen walls, and roofs, which provided excellent cover. Anival spotted a leg sticking out from a wall to the northeast, a swift switch to infrared confirmed Anival's suspicions.

“We have hostiles, lightly armed, probably escorting the suit.”

Anival heard faint murmurs of  recognition. The suit started to peer around the corner, Anival ducked and waited, when the suit had passed him, he stood and fired, the shots seemed to be absorbed by the suit, Anival frowned and backed up, the rock next to him exploded.

Anival threw himself forwards, the explosion of the suits weapons giving him an extra boost, Anival felt his shin hit something, he fell clutching his shin, his blaster rifle landed a few meters away from him. Anival saw an armored figure draw the weapons fire, and two of his squad mates dragged him behind another building.

“Thanks” said Anival, his voice muffle through the helmets filters.

Anival stood up, he felt his shin shift slightly, and he hoped to his other leg. Anival gritted his teeth and limped to his rifle.

The familiar phum, phum of laser fire was audible through the empty buildings, pieces of perma-crete exploded, superheated rock collided with superheated metal. The suit still refused to fall.

“Kand, watch your back, three approaching.” Anival heard Ron through his com-link.

“Damn! This thing wont go down!” Rykin spat out the words as if they would hurt the suit.

There were bodies littering the floor, some humans, some Rodains, and even a Wookie, they had all chipped in to steal the suit, and had payed with their lives, or so Anival saw it that way.

“Frak, we need to do something fast Ron!”

“I know I know!” Anival could hear the gears winding in Ron's head.

“Damn them all!” scream Anival in frustration as he ground his heal into the skull of a dead Alien, Anival noticed a helmeted glare directed at him, he ignored the look and shot his rifle he caught one of the aliens in the leg, then in the shoulder, and he finished it with a shot to the head.
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  RE: Macabre Machines (Wraith)
October 15, 2009 7:32:46 PM    View the profile of Rykin 
Rykin swore, a habit he had picked up easily as a member of the Imperial Army. He swore now with every little thing that went wrong. But now, he was swearing because he had to dodge blaster fire on Coruscant, of all places. The curse word left his lips easily as he ducked behind the city planner’s attempt to beautify this part of the city – a statue, oddly enough, of a group of humans point skyward, toward what was beyond this world and part of the next.

This ironic fact didn’t register with Rykin as he turned round and ducked, trying to hide most of his body behind the group of human spacers. He tried to time the enemy’s movements, and used what he had learned of blind fire to take him out. His blaster went over his head and backwards, and he starting pulling the trigger as fast as he could, perhaps to buy himself a second or two of more accurate fire. After about ten seconds, he hazarded a glance.

The Rodian lay clutching his leg, which Rykin had apparently hit with about half a dozen rounds. As Rykin approached, the Rodian started gibbering in his own language and inching for his own armament, which he had presumably dropped when Rykin had shot him. Rykin did not waste time in crouching over him, listening to him plead that what they were doing was right.

This was what sent Rykin into a rage.

“Right?! Killing innocent people is right?! Wroo-oong answer pal!” Raising himself up to full height, he slammed the butt of his blaster rifle into the Rodian’s face, his anger taking over. Again and again the weapon struck him in the face. After a quarter of a minute of this, Rykin could have assumed the Rodian was dead, but he kept bringing the weapon down again and again. Vaguely, Rykin could hear voices.

“Rykin. Rykin! I think he’s dead! Get back under cover! That’s an order!” It was Ron’s voice that was blaring through his helmet’s squad-wide communications. Rykin looked up, almost in a daze, as resentment rose inside his chest. Ever since meeting Ron, he hadn’t liked the man too much. He had been introduced to Sobaccus Ron by name only – hushed whispers about how he was the one qualified Communications Technician the Army had, and who was now a slicer. Rykin had grown attached to having Kand as his SL, but with Ron…all he felt was distain.

Rykin, however, swiftly obeyed the order, ducking down and returning to his former cover.

“Rykin, don’t you think that was…I dunno, overkill?” It was Anival’s voice now, whispering to him. Rykin grunted noncommittally, preparing a response, but he didn’t have much time to, as a large group of these alien dissidents came around the corner. It wasn’t their cause himself that Rykin had very quickly grown opposed to, but their methods: riot.
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October 23, 2009 2:36:52 PM    View the profile of Bacredi 
Wraith Squad was split into two: half of the squad was on one side of the slum, and the other half was spread out on the other side, hiding behind rubble and propaganda posters. Bacredi wielded his StA-55 with a newly attached grenade launcher and his S-5 Heavy Blaster Pistol at his side. Reek was right next to him and they were both hiding behind a piece of rubble that was caused by this “war machine” and its path of terror. Reek had his blaster rifle in hand, a repeater by the looks of it, good to take such a machine down. “Popping a smoke,” Reek whispered into Bacredi’s ear as he un-clipped the only grenade on his belt and threw it near the machine.

“Let’s go!” Bacredi yelled as he and Reek both got out of the crater. He and Reek both had heat-sensor scopes which were able to detect the giant war machine from a mile away. They both began to unload on the machine, Reek side-stepping to the right while Bacredi was quickly side-stepping to the left. The smoke began to dissapitate and Bacredi yelled “Take cover!” to Reek and they both dived down. The machine was unopposed by both of their shots and had turned around, firing at the other half of Wraith Squad. Citizens that had been in hiding or were wounded began to run for cover but were mowed down and Bacredi popped his grenade launcher off with a loud “pwap” and the machine turned around, menacingly looking at Bacredi. Ron and Anival came over from the machine’s side, both were firing their repeating weapons at the machine, diverting its attention once more.

“This thing can’t be killed…” Bacredi muttered to himself as three citizens ran by him as he was continuously firing. The machine turned once again, raisings its weapons and aiming towards the citizens. As two more panicked residents swarmed by, the machine sent them flying and their bodies hit the wall. Bacredi un-clipped one of his frag grenades and pulled the pin, tossing it simultaneously.

“Bacredi, cover me. I’m making a break for the other side.” Reek said into his com.

“Copy,” Bacredi said, re-loading under the cover of a smashed wall. “Go on my mark, give me a second,”  Bacredi switched channels and moved over to Ron’s channel: “Ron, this is Bacredi, can you and Anival help me send some covering fire while Reek makes a break for you guys?”

“Copy, Bacredi,” Ron replied back. The background noise of him issuing orders was heard.

“On my mark…go.” Reek began to sprint as Bacredi took his rifle and fired off a grenade with another satisfying pop. Bacredi un-loaded half of his clip in ten seconds and the machine was still fixiated on killing the civilians that were still attempting to escape. Reek was halfway there and Bacredi, Ron, Anival and Kand were all still firing continuously.
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