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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/12/2017 9:11:55 PM
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The ship went through the broken and desolate buildings that were the abandoned sector of Khalosh, eventually landing in one of the buildings.
"We got visitors, Master!" Shila had yelled from the cockpit, the sound of knocking on the door.
"Hey; you one of those people from the Dojo?" Someone asked on the other end.
One of the mercs leaned in on JT's ear.
"Should we get our guns?"
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[i]"Nah, I got this." JT pressed a button on the side of the loading bay exit, which had lowered the ramparts to enter slowly enough that the person on the other side wouldn't get flattened. The Marshal stood there in front of the figure, his hand hovering over the gun in his left holster as he looked at who it was. He was prepared to draw, and if there was anything he was good at, it was a gunslinger's duel. [/i]
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Edited by A Stormy Dio: 10/13/2017 12:39:56 PMThree clone troopers were waiting, seemingly friendlies. “You were part of the Resistance at the Dojo, right?” The lead clone asked.
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[i]"You Ary.an Brotherhood looking -blam!-ers again!? Are you the Spanish Inquisition or some other bullshit like that!?" [b]"They're friendlies, Clone Troopers by the looks of it." [/b] And with that, Treyman joined the party. He uncloaked behind the team of three, the ethereal body of the Damned Captain shimmering into a silver and golden existence. It was like a hologram flickering to life, only this was much more real than that. His mask obscured his face beyond recognition with the stone face of a Roman Centurion, a pair of eyes with two visible cameras to see in front of him. The heavily armoured man stepped out from the midst of the trio, pushing his way ever so subtly through the two on the right as he approached JT. He took place beside the Marshal, facing the soldiers, his dark suit shimmering away into a form-fitting black suit and a cape to match. An assortment of weaponry was aligning his belt and back, from his Ranger Sequoia and eerily familiar Shoto-hilt Lightsaber to the slick rifles on his back. "I knew a guy who mentioned these soldiers a lot. Sturdy, dependable, and above all, loyal." [/i] [spoiler]Figure now's a good time to employ the character of mine that knows a good bit about Star Wars. [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Noice.[/spoiler] “Um...yes sir. I’m guessing you were the reason the entire Belligerence ended up not firing on the Dojo with the other two? Whatever; follow us, and welcome to the Resistance.” The Clone said almost in a neutral tone, motioning them to follow them. “I’ll make sure the mercs and the ship are good to go, Master; you guys go on ahead!” Shila had told JT and Treyman.
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[i]"What're our numbers?" Treyman inquired as he followed the trooper, with JT tagging along behind him. [/i]
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"Clones make up 1,200. Warriors, unknown, although we do have their leader under the medical wing. Civilians make up around 1,000. Additional 54i forces make an additional 800. Mandalorians add another 100 or so. Otherwise, that's all we have at the moment." The clone told them.
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[i]"Fair numbers. I'll have the Legion prepare themselves and send some Signifiers and Auxiliaries down soon."[/i]
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“That’ll help...I’m guessing you want to see our Commander? She’s leading the Resistance, y’know.” The Clone told them. “Didn’t have to escape from Order 66 like we had to.”
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[i]"Lead on."[/i]
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“We shall.” The Clone told them, as they moved throughout the compound. Various civilians were being patched up by clones, other clones gearing up and checking their weapons.
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[i]Treyman was the one to take note of the clones and their gear. Not just because of his old apprentice in the Legion having been... Well, he knew there was relation there. JT though, he focused on the civilians, whom of which he could partly patch up via augmentations if they were to lose anything in the coming battles. [/i]
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The civilians seemed...scared, although some were women and children. They arrived at a giant elevator, the Clone allowing them to get on, before he began to elevator ride up.
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[i]Treyman and JT stepped into the elevator, either checking their devices. Treyman was communicating with his A.I unit,Viola, whilst JT was playing some mobile game with people halfway across the galaxy. [/i]
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The clones shifted awkwardly in the elevator, one talking about the Infestation that originated here on Tatakai, and how some still live in the abandoned sector on Khalosh.
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[i]JT took a mental note about whatever they were referring to, deciding he would check it out soon. [/i]
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The elevator stopped, most of the clones going out except their guide, which proceeded to walk them through the medical wing. Most of the doors were closed, medics walking in and out of different rooms.
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[i]"Sorry bástards..." JT muttered under his breath. He swore to himself he would protect the innocent, and he would help these people if he could. [/i]
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He could’ve...but now wasn’t the time. Soon, the Clone approached a set of doors, two clones guarding the door. As the guard talked to them about letting them in, JT and Treyman would have time to talk amongst one another.
