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Kamikaze_XAdmin- Posts : 2509
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Gaining Back Guts and Glory
Fri Feb 19, 2010 7:53 pm
Unlike the Alliance of Light, and even the Empire, there was always one group of people who's motives where quite unclear. With every faction comes the overall objective given forth by the leader. The Jedi's was plain and simple; to remove the Sith from power and to restore balance to the Force. The Rebellion's objective was just as lucid; to bring down the Empire. The Neo Republic's goal was elementary as well, although quite the difficult task; to rid the galaxy of the Empires control and to bring back the Old Regime. Each and every group had followers, and those followers, loyal until the very end, knew what they fought for and what their overall objective was.
The True Sith however, had goals and objectives that were shrouded in mystery. The organization of Sith was founded many years ago now, by its leader, a cunning but powerful Sith Lord, named Darth Bain. At first, Bain made his intentions as clear as day, and allowed all others to know them. They were simple, and concise; to erase from existence, the Jedi and their Order, and the "corrupt Sith dynasty" that was the Empire. However, since the destruction of Yavin IV, and Bain's untimely death by the hands of Slayer.. and then his second Resurrection, Bain's goals, as well as those of his organization, have been kept a well guarded secret.
And yet, it seems that not even Bain's own underlings knew his true intentions. If one were to ask any Sithtrooper, be they a infantry foot-soldier, or a high class general in charge of a company, they would probably shrug their shoulders when asked this simple question:
But, like every follower to a certain individual, they all have reason with which to fight for their leader. But, unlike every other faction, it is not because of goals or ambitions that they follow Bain, it is because of something else. It is all because of Bain himself: His charisma, his willpower, his brute force, and his promise for a True Sith galaxy. And yet, his followers follow him to the T, they attack when asked, the cease fire when ordered, they march in rank and fire when commanded. They are fanatics, and the word is at its finest when describing a Sithtrooper. And yet, they have not been brainwashed...
Darth Bain, the man who has claimed an army of 900,000 troops, an entire planet as his land, and a city that he and only his organization live in, is indeed a complex individual. Every faction, with the exception of the Neo Republic, have gone through lengths to kill this Sith. He has risen from the dead twice, and claimed victory after victory. He took defeats with a grain of salt and pushed on. This is the man whom the True Sith admire above all else. And yet, his goals have been kept a perfect secret...
Unlike any other Sith, Bain has many times switched sides when choosing to fight with another faction. As a Sith, he chose to fight alongside the Jedi. He has shown great respect toward Jedi Masters as great men. He possibly hates the Empire more than the Jedi and even wants to see his disappear from the Galaxy more than the Rebels. And in more ways than one, Bain has cared for his troops, to the last and most insignificant trooper, more so than a brotherhood of Clones.
However... the times have been changing. The balance has shifted against the great Sith Lord, and he has driven his organization underground. His city remains filled to capacity with his unused troops. His Galaxy Destroyer has been standing in its hangar for over a year. And the leader himself, of his own private regime, sits idly upon a high dark chair, marred by the shadows of The Spire. His eyes are ever watchful, golden and narrow. His eyes ever listen to the goings-on of the galaxy. And slowly his hand taps the table before him, holding a spectral hologram of multiple people, walking and doing their own thing. His mouth, at first quite rigid and indifferent, slowly curls into a malevolent grin, and in a cold deep voice, Bain speaks.
The True Sith however, had goals and objectives that were shrouded in mystery. The organization of Sith was founded many years ago now, by its leader, a cunning but powerful Sith Lord, named Darth Bain. At first, Bain made his intentions as clear as day, and allowed all others to know them. They were simple, and concise; to erase from existence, the Jedi and their Order, and the "corrupt Sith dynasty" that was the Empire. However, since the destruction of Yavin IV, and Bain's untimely death by the hands of Slayer.. and then his second Resurrection, Bain's goals, as well as those of his organization, have been kept a well guarded secret.
And yet, it seems that not even Bain's own underlings knew his true intentions. If one were to ask any Sithtrooper, be they a infantry foot-soldier, or a high class general in charge of a company, they would probably shrug their shoulders when asked this simple question:
What are Lord Bain's ambitions for this galaxy?"
But, like every follower to a certain individual, they all have reason with which to fight for their leader. But, unlike every other faction, it is not because of goals or ambitions that they follow Bain, it is because of something else. It is all because of Bain himself: His charisma, his willpower, his brute force, and his promise for a True Sith galaxy. And yet, his followers follow him to the T, they attack when asked, the cease fire when ordered, they march in rank and fire when commanded. They are fanatics, and the word is at its finest when describing a Sithtrooper. And yet, they have not been brainwashed...
Darth Bain, the man who has claimed an army of 900,000 troops, an entire planet as his land, and a city that he and only his organization live in, is indeed a complex individual. Every faction, with the exception of the Neo Republic, have gone through lengths to kill this Sith. He has risen from the dead twice, and claimed victory after victory. He took defeats with a grain of salt and pushed on. This is the man whom the True Sith admire above all else. And yet, his goals have been kept a perfect secret...
Unlike any other Sith, Bain has many times switched sides when choosing to fight with another faction. As a Sith, he chose to fight alongside the Jedi. He has shown great respect toward Jedi Masters as great men. He possibly hates the Empire more than the Jedi and even wants to see his disappear from the Galaxy more than the Rebels. And in more ways than one, Bain has cared for his troops, to the last and most insignificant trooper, more so than a brotherhood of Clones.
However... the times have been changing. The balance has shifted against the great Sith Lord, and he has driven his organization underground. His city remains filled to capacity with his unused troops. His Galaxy Destroyer has been standing in its hangar for over a year. And the leader himself, of his own private regime, sits idly upon a high dark chair, marred by the shadows of The Spire. His eyes are ever watchful, golden and narrow. His eyes ever listen to the goings-on of the galaxy. And slowly his hand taps the table before him, holding a spectral hologram of multiple people, walking and doing their own thing. His mouth, at first quite rigid and indifferent, slowly curls into a malevolent grin, and in a cold deep voice, Bain speaks.
"Soon, it will be time, to make a grand appearance back into this world... the balance is shifting."
MR.RPG- Posts : 424
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Re: Gaining Back Guts and Glory
Fri Feb 19, 2010 8:51 pm
Lazzaro hummed as he sat under his TX-130S and tuning it.
"you ever leave this thing alone?" The gunner from his tank crew asking as he walked through the door. "not realy" Lazzaro responed as he sat up and set his tools down. "tell me, what do you think of all this?" The gunner whose name was Tentios and one of Lazzaros few friends. "the LF suspension pad is on the fritz again, but I think I fixed it" He responed puting some of his tools away.
"no not the tank, I mean... dont you think we've been siting on this planet long enough? this is not what I sighn up for"
Lazzaro thought about that question "What are you talking about?" He said looking over to Tentios
"I dont know" Tentios said simply "just not the same." then He waved and left
Lazzaro sat there for awile thinking why am I still doing this, for what?
He sat there for awile still but pushed it from his mind, For it didnt matter his only job was to Bain and the True Sith, and for them will he die for.
"you ever leave this thing alone?" The gunner from his tank crew asking as he walked through the door. "not realy" Lazzaro responed as he sat up and set his tools down. "tell me, what do you think of all this?" The gunner whose name was Tentios and one of Lazzaros few friends. "the LF suspension pad is on the fritz again, but I think I fixed it" He responed puting some of his tools away.
"no not the tank, I mean... dont you think we've been siting on this planet long enough? this is not what I sighn up for"
Lazzaro thought about that question "What are you talking about?" He said looking over to Tentios
"I dont know" Tentios said simply "just not the same." then He waved and left
Lazzaro sat there for awile thinking why am I still doing this, for what?
He sat there for awile still but pushed it from his mind, For it didnt matter his only job was to Bain and the True Sith, and for them will he die for.
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Re: Gaining Back Guts and Glory
Sat Feb 20, 2010 9:07 pm
His mind was Empty. Only the cracks of yells and screams penetrated his barrier. He saw death, and he knew he made the correct choice when he decided to return. It had been just over a year since his defeat on Hoth. He had left to reconcile, change his motives, his retribution towards his foes. He had left without a trace. Not a sight or sound, he'd return to his mighty Legion; He naught for war, but peace. He knew however that to get the peace he wanted, he must wage a war he must bear. Hood hoped to find he did not fight alone.
His trials were complete, he knew his motives, he knew why he was in this Galaxy. An Identity he looked long and hard for he did not find; He forged it, Hood the mighty Legionairre. He knew he must change the course of history from sway of the Empire, and he'd do it without second thought.
While he was away, Hood did however wonder...
"Why am I fighting the Empire?"
He pushed the thought away, and pushed walls of concrete within his mind to keep lesser thoughts away. This was the beginning of the end for all he knew.
Cloud City was getting closer and closer. He thought; Home. Too long had he walked down the halls of the Academy. Walking past the ever towering Pillars. Feeling the support of the locals, and his men. Men he held higher than his own life; was it Love, or Glory? Perhaps Passion. Men drawn together for a common cause and purpose.
His Integrity was well known; in truth his men must have known he'd not died. His own brother Bain has died twice- why would he not be resurrected. Why would he not come back from the land of the dead? He had never vanquished, he had only been lost. Lost from time, lost from record.
Perhaps he was selfish to leave after his crushing defeat. Hood knew it was neccissary, he had to reconcile himself. He needed to regain purpose, and meaning of his actions. The weight of his mind, influencing the galaxy through a Legion or loyalists.
Yes, it was love. It was Passion. It was Glory. Hoods Legacy.
His trials were complete, he knew his motives, he knew why he was in this Galaxy. An Identity he looked long and hard for he did not find; He forged it, Hood the mighty Legionairre. He knew he must change the course of history from sway of the Empire, and he'd do it without second thought.
While he was away, Hood did however wonder...
"Why am I fighting the Empire?"
He pushed the thought away, and pushed walls of concrete within his mind to keep lesser thoughts away. This was the beginning of the end for all he knew.
Cloud City was getting closer and closer. He thought; Home. Too long had he walked down the halls of the Academy. Walking past the ever towering Pillars. Feeling the support of the locals, and his men. Men he held higher than his own life; was it Love, or Glory? Perhaps Passion. Men drawn together for a common cause and purpose.
His Integrity was well known; in truth his men must have known he'd not died. His own brother Bain has died twice- why would he not be resurrected. Why would he not come back from the land of the dead? He had never vanquished, he had only been lost. Lost from time, lost from record.
Perhaps he was selfish to leave after his crushing defeat. Hood knew it was neccissary, he had to reconcile himself. He needed to regain purpose, and meaning of his actions. The weight of his mind, influencing the galaxy through a Legion or loyalists.
Yes, it was love. It was Passion. It was Glory. Hoods Legacy.
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Re: Gaining Back Guts and Glory
Sun Feb 21, 2010 1:58 pm
The day was abnormally cold in Rhen Var.. or, at least colder than it usually seemed to be. Snow had fallen the night before, and it continued that day. From within The Spire, or, the main center of the giant city of Frigid Heath, Bain sat in his chair, gazing out the long windows out to the city. He could spot, between buildings of varying sizes, the small shapes of black armored Sithtroopers could be seen pacing the battlements high up upon the city walls.
The town itself was quite prosperous. It had been put through construction a year ago to enable the increased population to live comfortably behind the walls. The city now, was almost ten times larger than it was initially. Of course, it was to be expected if over 900,000 soldiers were to live within the city. Buildings could be seen as far as one could look. Skyscrapers were many, and smaller homes were most. The city was alive currently, as Bain always allowed his troops to have "secondary jobs". Some owned markets, banks, stores. It was a city of many kinds of people, but one similarity was shared among all. Everyone was a Sith of some caliber. Sithtroopers, although untrained in the ways of the lightsaber, were trained in the use of the basic Sith force powers.
Another similarity between all, was their innate loyalty and fanaticism toward Bain as their Sith Lord. All were hostile toward the Empire, and all seemed to bear their own personal grudge against the Jedi Order. If a stranger were to walk into the city alone, they would all assume that the city was well-ordered and normal, however, under the surface, Frigid Heath was the most dangerous city in the entire Galaxy. The fact still stood, everyone who lived within the walls, was a trained killer and follower of the Dark Side.
However, the Legionnaires, an army of Bain's brother, was seen to be in the middle ground. It was assumed by every Sithtrooper that Hood was a Sith himself, however none of them payed any heed toward what Hood was, due to his family relations with their master. If need be, any of them would fight and die for the both of them.
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Bain, being as bored as he was, left the Spire that day and walked down his main avenues, watched his soldiers, men and women, going about their daily lives. Markets were bustling, homes were being furnished, artisans were producing their various crafts. A painter stood upon a hill in the middle of the city, and painted the surrounding landscapes. In a butchery, meat could be heard being tenderized by the dull thump of a hammer. Families walked hand in hand down the street doing their own thing.
Bain himself was happy. He wore his usual clothing, being the dark robes, however in his own city, he never failed to smile at his own people, nor to have his hood down and his mask off. For such a vicious warrior that he was, Bain stood clearly, as such a different Sith among Sith. He cared for his own kind deeply, even if they shared no blood. He was happy with his own people, and appeared jovial with friends. His bonds with his brother were stronger than any weapon that the Empire possessed. Yet, this man, was one of the most wanted criminals in the galaxy.
The town itself was quite prosperous. It had been put through construction a year ago to enable the increased population to live comfortably behind the walls. The city now, was almost ten times larger than it was initially. Of course, it was to be expected if over 900,000 soldiers were to live within the city. Buildings could be seen as far as one could look. Skyscrapers were many, and smaller homes were most. The city was alive currently, as Bain always allowed his troops to have "secondary jobs". Some owned markets, banks, stores. It was a city of many kinds of people, but one similarity was shared among all. Everyone was a Sith of some caliber. Sithtroopers, although untrained in the ways of the lightsaber, were trained in the use of the basic Sith force powers.
Another similarity between all, was their innate loyalty and fanaticism toward Bain as their Sith Lord. All were hostile toward the Empire, and all seemed to bear their own personal grudge against the Jedi Order. If a stranger were to walk into the city alone, they would all assume that the city was well-ordered and normal, however, under the surface, Frigid Heath was the most dangerous city in the entire Galaxy. The fact still stood, everyone who lived within the walls, was a trained killer and follower of the Dark Side.
However, the Legionnaires, an army of Bain's brother, was seen to be in the middle ground. It was assumed by every Sithtrooper that Hood was a Sith himself, however none of them payed any heed toward what Hood was, due to his family relations with their master. If need be, any of them would fight and die for the both of them.
~~~~~~~~
Bain, being as bored as he was, left the Spire that day and walked down his main avenues, watched his soldiers, men and women, going about their daily lives. Markets were bustling, homes were being furnished, artisans were producing their various crafts. A painter stood upon a hill in the middle of the city, and painted the surrounding landscapes. In a butchery, meat could be heard being tenderized by the dull thump of a hammer. Families walked hand in hand down the street doing their own thing.
Bain himself was happy. He wore his usual clothing, being the dark robes, however in his own city, he never failed to smile at his own people, nor to have his hood down and his mask off. For such a vicious warrior that he was, Bain stood clearly, as such a different Sith among Sith. He cared for his own kind deeply, even if they shared no blood. He was happy with his own people, and appeared jovial with friends. His bonds with his brother were stronger than any weapon that the Empire possessed. Yet, this man, was one of the most wanted criminals in the galaxy.
- MR.RPG
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Age : 29
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Re: Gaining Back Guts and Glory
Sun Feb 21, 2010 11:09 pm
Lazzaro had woken up in his bed to the sound of his alarm. He struggled to reach it but finaly did and stoped the annoying sound. "ehhh" Lazzaro sighd and got up to get ready for the day. He finished off some food and left for work.
He is incharge of fixing and checking the militarys various Speeders, tanks, and basicaly anything else. His boss told him to go down to one of the training grounds to fix a tank which was partaily crushed. "what? how?" was his first response.
"driver lost conrtol and ran it into a tower which then landed on him, He says that its not as bad as it sounds" His boss replied. Lazzaro just shrugged and grabed his gear and went on his way.
When he arrived the rubble had been cleard and the tank moved, It was true though it only looked as though the engine and mabey the turrent needed work.
He opend up the engine Hatch located inside the tank and cleared away some debrey and fixed some of the gears. He sat in the drivers seat and began to power up the tank. The engine roared and grinded then made a large poping sound and just kept going into an unbarable screeching sound. Lazzaro cut the engine and crawld out of the tank. "damn" was the only thing he could say. He opend the hatch from the outside of the tank and noticed what he haddent seen in the other, some junk from the tower got inside and mest with it. He cleared it away and tried again, but that time it ran smoothly.
He is incharge of fixing and checking the militarys various Speeders, tanks, and basicaly anything else. His boss told him to go down to one of the training grounds to fix a tank which was partaily crushed. "what? how?" was his first response.
"driver lost conrtol and ran it into a tower which then landed on him, He says that its not as bad as it sounds" His boss replied. Lazzaro just shrugged and grabed his gear and went on his way.
When he arrived the rubble had been cleard and the tank moved, It was true though it only looked as though the engine and mabey the turrent needed work.
He opend up the engine Hatch located inside the tank and cleared away some debrey and fixed some of the gears. He sat in the drivers seat and began to power up the tank. The engine roared and grinded then made a large poping sound and just kept going into an unbarable screeching sound. Lazzaro cut the engine and crawld out of the tank. "damn" was the only thing he could say. He opend the hatch from the outside of the tank and noticed what he haddent seen in the other, some junk from the tower got inside and mest with it. He cleared it away and tried again, but that time it ran smoothly.
- ThElderGod
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Join date : 2010-02-20
Re: Gaining Back Guts and Glory
Mon Feb 22, 2010 11:49 am
The platform shook with intensity as the "Reckoning" landed on its Cloud City Platform for the first time in a little more than a year. The ship had not picked up much attention, however, Commander Klim, and the Legion Master stood on the platform awaiting their master.
They could feel is presence from the time he entered the atmosphere. They stood on the platform eying the ship, waiting for something to happen. Their capes blew vehemently in the frigid wind. The landing walkway final hit the ground; Robed, and silent, Hood made his appearance. His men saluted to him without a word.
"We have a lot of work to do." Hood said, turning and walking to the academy. He peered down off the edge of the platforms, viewing cloud after cloud. He turned his attention tot he door of the academy. It had been too long since he had been among its great glory. The two doors opened, large enough for Gods themselves. Down the hall pillars laced the walkway in the hundreds. Hundreds of mighty pillars which kept the roof of the Academy held high. As he strode through the columns, his men stood silently, gathering, implored by their leader; Hood the Great Legionairre.
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Hood would need to tell his men, what they were fighting for. What they were to regain, who they were to defeat, and whom were their allies. The battlefield had changed, and the Legion had grown. it was time to show the Galaxy who the Legion was. New forces had emerged since the dawn of the Legionairres, and the fall of Slayer. Hood remembered the Last Battle of Yavin IV. His Legion had again fought an died for him, and the Galaxy. For a greater purpose the Legion must fight. Hood wanted to set the Galaxy into a new course, not under Legion control, but guided by the Legion; otherwise Hood himself. It was imperitive for Hood to fight along side any who wanted to see the Empire fall.
Hood also wanted to cleanse the force sensitive of corruption. He had been a Jedi before, he knew their ways. Palpatine was right to over throw them. But now it was time for great tectonic plates to move. Hood would go from near and far preparing to take down the Empire. He might even need to get the Neo-Republic into his plans. Providing any Anti-Imperial would turn the tide of the war. Systems would fall into Hoods hands; he would recouncile the Galaxy, to a greater direction. He'd let others lead, but who? He did not know.
This was the beginning of an end. But not the end of the end. This would be a war, and the Legion would have to grow. Hood would need more vehicles, more weapons, more forces, more Legionairres to fight. He had only 450,000 Legionairres, stationed on Cloud City, however, while he was away, he established a small academy on Kashyyk. Recruiting not only just wookies, but force sensitive wookies to be his tanks on the battlefield. Perhaps the war would take a abrupt turn...
They could feel is presence from the time he entered the atmosphere. They stood on the platform eying the ship, waiting for something to happen. Their capes blew vehemently in the frigid wind. The landing walkway final hit the ground; Robed, and silent, Hood made his appearance. His men saluted to him without a word.
"We have a lot of work to do." Hood said, turning and walking to the academy. He peered down off the edge of the platforms, viewing cloud after cloud. He turned his attention tot he door of the academy. It had been too long since he had been among its great glory. The two doors opened, large enough for Gods themselves. Down the hall pillars laced the walkway in the hundreds. Hundreds of mighty pillars which kept the roof of the Academy held high. As he strode through the columns, his men stood silently, gathering, implored by their leader; Hood the Great Legionairre.
-----
Hood would need to tell his men, what they were fighting for. What they were to regain, who they were to defeat, and whom were their allies. The battlefield had changed, and the Legion had grown. it was time to show the Galaxy who the Legion was. New forces had emerged since the dawn of the Legionairres, and the fall of Slayer. Hood remembered the Last Battle of Yavin IV. His Legion had again fought an died for him, and the Galaxy. For a greater purpose the Legion must fight. Hood wanted to set the Galaxy into a new course, not under Legion control, but guided by the Legion; otherwise Hood himself. It was imperitive for Hood to fight along side any who wanted to see the Empire fall.
Hood also wanted to cleanse the force sensitive of corruption. He had been a Jedi before, he knew their ways. Palpatine was right to over throw them. But now it was time for great tectonic plates to move. Hood would go from near and far preparing to take down the Empire. He might even need to get the Neo-Republic into his plans. Providing any Anti-Imperial would turn the tide of the war. Systems would fall into Hoods hands; he would recouncile the Galaxy, to a greater direction. He'd let others lead, but who? He did not know.
This was the beginning of an end. But not the end of the end. This would be a war, and the Legion would have to grow. Hood would need more vehicles, more weapons, more forces, more Legionairres to fight. He had only 450,000 Legionairres, stationed on Cloud City, however, while he was away, he established a small academy on Kashyyk. Recruiting not only just wookies, but force sensitive wookies to be his tanks on the battlefield. Perhaps the war would take a abrupt turn...
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Re: Gaining Back Guts and Glory
Tue Feb 23, 2010 7:10 pm
The time for waiting had come to an end, only days after the peaceful walk down the streets of Frigid Heath. Bain stood now in front of his high seat in the Spire. A holographic projection floated in the air before him. It was surrounded by many seats, all of which would be filled with those of his High Military Command. After his summoning, troopers in silver armor with a slight black tint walked in. All were his officers, affectionately named The Blades, due to the fact that they alone were trained by Bain himself, in the use of a duel-bladed saber, as well as the Force.
They all sat at the round table with the hologram hovering before them. All took of their helmets and saluted to Bain, who stood at the end of the table as the dark foreboding figure that he was. In one hand, he twirled the hilt of his red saber, almost platinum by the sheer glimmer on it's metal surface. The commanders around all faced toward him, ready to begin this meeting. Bain made his way forward to the table and stood, his golden eyes gazed at all his commanders.
"I have called you here today, Blades, for one reason... the only reason you would be called. Tomorrow, we make our first move, though it shall be quite unknown to all aside from the Empire. We are mobilizing ten thousand troops, and will be invading a desert planet on the Outer Rim. This planet is held by the Empire currently, and is named Klatooine."
With a single flick of his figure, the hologram of the galaxy swirled and was made to a view of the planet. All the commanders sat up much straighter in their seats as they looked at the planet. It hovered above them, going slowly through its night and day cycles and rotating. Through the hologram, would could barely see the malicious grin that Bain has upon his face.
"Therefore, I would like a forth of you Blades to accompany myself in the Galaxy Destroyer with my ten thousand soldiers who have been chosen. The rest will stay here at Frigid Heath, and will await my return."
At his command, the officers stood up and saluted once more, before saying in unison:
"As is thy bidding, Lord Bain."
The Blades walked out and chose the forth, and headed back to their normal ruitine, before preparing for the imminent invasion that was now planned.
They all sat at the round table with the hologram hovering before them. All took of their helmets and saluted to Bain, who stood at the end of the table as the dark foreboding figure that he was. In one hand, he twirled the hilt of his red saber, almost platinum by the sheer glimmer on it's metal surface. The commanders around all faced toward him, ready to begin this meeting. Bain made his way forward to the table and stood, his golden eyes gazed at all his commanders.
"I have called you here today, Blades, for one reason... the only reason you would be called. Tomorrow, we make our first move, though it shall be quite unknown to all aside from the Empire. We are mobilizing ten thousand troops, and will be invading a desert planet on the Outer Rim. This planet is held by the Empire currently, and is named Klatooine."
With a single flick of his figure, the hologram of the galaxy swirled and was made to a view of the planet. All the commanders sat up much straighter in their seats as they looked at the planet. It hovered above them, going slowly through its night and day cycles and rotating. Through the hologram, would could barely see the malicious grin that Bain has upon his face.
"Therefore, I would like a forth of you Blades to accompany myself in the Galaxy Destroyer with my ten thousand soldiers who have been chosen. The rest will stay here at Frigid Heath, and will await my return."
At his command, the officers stood up and saluted once more, before saying in unison:
"As is thy bidding, Lord Bain."
The Blades walked out and chose the forth, and headed back to their normal ruitine, before preparing for the imminent invasion that was now planned.
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Re: Gaining Back Guts and Glory
Tue Feb 23, 2010 7:28 pm
The air was heavy as Hood stood before his brothers, above all, high in the academy. Hood flipped back his cape over his shoulder. For a moment, he thought to remove his hood, but decided not midway. It was time, no more waiting, just preserverence. His heart, and soul if Hood had one were racing at this moment.
"Legion, I ask of you, not only to die for me... but for the Entire Galaxy..." the room was silent.
"A year ago, I left. You waded in the light, and the dark, without your leader. I apologize, but I assure you, it was to great reason." Hood slammed his fist on a podium.
"I ask you Legion, why do we fight? Why do we fight the Empire?" Noone answered. Only Hood's voice still echoed in between the columns.
"We fight for freedom! We fight for grace! We fight for justice, passion, and rejoice of the Imperial fall of power!" The Legionairre Academy now echoed with cheers of joy, booming throughout the structure.
"I say to you, I swear, This Legion will guide the mighty Galaxy! We will guide the Galaxy to a brighter future! We fight, and we will go to war!" The Legion continued to cheer in a long series of war. It seemed as if Hood had succeeded, but really, it was never in doubts. His Legionairres were rebels with a cause, a purpose. More than the narrow minded Rebels who yearn for the Old Republic. No, this Legion wanted more, and their Glory couldn't falter.
"Tomorrow, I will lead three thousand of you to space, we will test the flight of the empire. We will fly like the eagles we are!" Hood stepped down from his podium and turned to General Klim.
"May your voice guide me." he whispered. Without a word, Hood turned and went to his quarters hearing the screams from beyond.
"Legion, I ask of you, not only to die for me... but for the Entire Galaxy..." the room was silent.
"A year ago, I left. You waded in the light, and the dark, without your leader. I apologize, but I assure you, it was to great reason." Hood slammed his fist on a podium.
"I ask you Legion, why do we fight? Why do we fight the Empire?" Noone answered. Only Hood's voice still echoed in between the columns.
"We fight for freedom! We fight for grace! We fight for justice, passion, and rejoice of the Imperial fall of power!" The Legionairre Academy now echoed with cheers of joy, booming throughout the structure.
"I say to you, I swear, This Legion will guide the mighty Galaxy! We will guide the Galaxy to a brighter future! We fight, and we will go to war!" The Legion continued to cheer in a long series of war. It seemed as if Hood had succeeded, but really, it was never in doubts. His Legionairres were rebels with a cause, a purpose. More than the narrow minded Rebels who yearn for the Old Republic. No, this Legion wanted more, and their Glory couldn't falter.
"Tomorrow, I will lead three thousand of you to space, we will test the flight of the empire. We will fly like the eagles we are!" Hood stepped down from his podium and turned to General Klim.
"May your voice guide me." he whispered. Without a word, Hood turned and went to his quarters hearing the screams from beyond.
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Re: Gaining Back Guts and Glory
Tue Feb 23, 2010 8:00 pm
Lazzaro first heard of the impending invasion from his co-pilot. Every where in the hangers and armory where the various soldiers and gear moving along onto the ships. Lazzaro and his crew began to pack his tank for war, then began moving it along with the others onto a ship. "Is this is what you wanted?" He called to his gunner which had been checking the turrent for damage. "damn right" He called back giving the turrent a spin then jumping off. After awile the tank had finaly been loaded into place and the crews of the various vehicles began to mingle as they awaited further instructions. An officer had come and everyone took seats by their craft. The officer never said anything he just looked around and acounted for everybody then left.
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Re: Gaining Back Guts and Glory
Tue Feb 23, 2010 8:23 pm
That day ended with eager preparation for the day ahead. Promise of battle seemed to do that to every trooper, whether they be in the front lines, or the back. Weapons were cleaned and put into order, grenades primed along with other hand-held explosives. Medics readied their supplies, varying from bandages and gauze, to surgical utensils and pain killers. Platoons were readied and then assimilated into their company, and that Company into their Division. I total of three Divisions were attending this invasions, those being Alpha, Omega, and Phoenix.
All three Divisions consisted of around 3,333 men, each Company about 333 men, and each platoon around 22 men. Then of course, platoons would be separated into their own squads of four of five member fire-teams. These three Divisions, consisting of a full invasion army of 10,000 troops, never ceased to amaze anyone as they marched in rank and file onto the gigantic ramp into the Galaxy Destroyer, the True Sith' second home.
The Tank Corps, which were held separate from the army itself, consisted of fifty TX-130 Saber-Class Fighter Tanks, completely primed and ready to blow Stormtroopers out of their way. Their tanks slowly hovered onto the ramp and into the docking where the tanks would be kept. The army would be assembled onto the ship and would have free-roam for about an hour before they hit hyperspace and got to Klatooine.
Families said goodbye, many tear felt, and the troops gathered onto the giant ship awaiting them. The engines in the back seemed to sear the heat around their blue flames, waiting to jet out for takeoff. Lastly, Bain himself along with his Blades walked through the city to the ship which awaited them outside the city walls at the ship dock. After they boarded the Galaxy Destroyer, the long ramp raised and locked up tight, and with a deafening roar, the ship started to lift into the air, and soon into the atmosphere and out of the planet of Rhen Var. As it lifted from the city, eight hundred thousand shapes of the other soldiers stood and watched, praying that their comrades would return victorious.
The Galaxy Destroyer, a might ship which seemed to outclass all others, painted silver with their red and black emblem of the True Sith was indeed a sight to behold. Once out from the planet, it was set on course, soon hitting hyperspeed into the direction of their ultimate target. The battle would begin that day, the Empire would soon be under a new threat, one that hadn't shone itself in many many years. An unholy retribution was underhand.
OOC: Alrighty players, the next thread will be made, therefore this one will be locked until after the first battle.
All three Divisions consisted of around 3,333 men, each Company about 333 men, and each platoon around 22 men. Then of course, platoons would be separated into their own squads of four of five member fire-teams. These three Divisions, consisting of a full invasion army of 10,000 troops, never ceased to amaze anyone as they marched in rank and file onto the gigantic ramp into the Galaxy Destroyer, the True Sith' second home.
The Tank Corps, which were held separate from the army itself, consisted of fifty TX-130 Saber-Class Fighter Tanks, completely primed and ready to blow Stormtroopers out of their way. Their tanks slowly hovered onto the ramp and into the docking where the tanks would be kept. The army would be assembled onto the ship and would have free-roam for about an hour before they hit hyperspace and got to Klatooine.
Families said goodbye, many tear felt, and the troops gathered onto the giant ship awaiting them. The engines in the back seemed to sear the heat around their blue flames, waiting to jet out for takeoff. Lastly, Bain himself along with his Blades walked through the city to the ship which awaited them outside the city walls at the ship dock. After they boarded the Galaxy Destroyer, the long ramp raised and locked up tight, and with a deafening roar, the ship started to lift into the air, and soon into the atmosphere and out of the planet of Rhen Var. As it lifted from the city, eight hundred thousand shapes of the other soldiers stood and watched, praying that their comrades would return victorious.
The Galaxy Destroyer, a might ship which seemed to outclass all others, painted silver with their red and black emblem of the True Sith was indeed a sight to behold. Once out from the planet, it was set on course, soon hitting hyperspeed into the direction of their ultimate target. The battle would begin that day, the Empire would soon be under a new threat, one that hadn't shone itself in many many years. An unholy retribution was underhand.
OOC: Alrighty players, the next thread will be made, therefore this one will be locked until after the first battle.
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