Jesta
Special Agent Joker
@[member="Iron Maiden"]
"Alright ladies we got orders and i plan on following them to the letter. No screw ups, we do this carefully and as planned." Jesta announced, walking into the briefing room with a skip in his step. He was as of now up above the planet Coruscant. He normally stayed on his ship the SS Covenant and kept an eye down below as ordered by his officials. His comrades all turned to look at him as he walked to the table and activated the program to run the briefing. "So whats the job exactly Jesta?" Porch asked, polishing his blaster pistol with a rag. The others nodded in curiosity and Jesta laughed. "We have intel that in the god forsaken corner of the republic there are left overs of droid armies that need weeded out. We are the mop up team. Us and the others in the 24 and 39. However, the place is crawling with some unwanted company and this assignment is supposed to be clean. But i wont lie, i like to make things go boom." Jesta told them, bringing up a holographic image of the area. Red dots bleeped around the perimeter and the others simply stared at the image. "As you know we have no commander on this mission, he is currently on another assignment so we will be taking orders from The Iron Maiden on this mission." He told them, bringing up he file on the left. All her stats and information steaming down as if it were cold. "She is our commander as of today, follow her orders as if you were following mine or else she might put a hole in your face besides the one you have." He joked, slipping on his gloves and continuing. Nyra said something next. "Hear shes a tough queen. We should get along great." He ensured with a smirk. Jesta held a finger up at her and shook his head. "Now, now mission first. Make friends later." He told her. She shrugged innocently and Porch spoke next.
"So whats the game plan?" He asked. Putting his gun into its holster. Jesta glanced at him and yawned. "Uhhhh thats undecided. Iron Maiden is our commanding officer therefor she comes up with the plan. However our first objective is to meet her here. At the checkpoint." He said pointing to a large area. "So i guess i be running the squad until we meet with her. Until then we will all discuss a plan once we are all together. She will be bringing her men so please play nicely." Jesta said pulling down her file and leaving the map up. "But Jester, I'm assuming they don't know about your skills as a analyst?" Porch asked. Jester laughed loudly and clapped his hands. "Oh Porch you wonderful idiot you don't need to be an analyst to do a simple mop up assignment. Regardless we will find out soon enough. Everyone gear up, we leave in an hour." He finished, throwing his arms up as if he were being arrested. Turning tail he went back to the elevator on his ship and rode it up to his quarters. Walking to his door it opened automatically with a hiss and Jesta walked into his open closet and undressed himself. Then putting on his military gear he put on his pants and slipped on his metal knee pads. He then put on his black boots and put his mandolorian body armor on and put his cloths over it. His outfit was all black with metal knee and elbow pads and multiple pockets. A hood and the last touch. His fathers mask. He slipped it on and pit his hood over it, his tags wrapped around his neck in case worst came to worse Jesta walked out of his closet and over to the large safe behind is dresser. Putting his eye and paw up to the scanner the safe unlocked and revealed his private armory. He liked to spend his hard earned money on new toys...walking into the armory he scanned the mass amounts of weaponry he had and hummed.
"Ohhhh guns guns guns." He whispered, doing to the very back and opening a black case. The walls consisted of large heavy turrets, rocket launchers, assault rifles, and shot guns. The counters all held knives of all types and shelves held grenades. His black case however is were he kept his favorite babies. His Custom made pistol, medium assault rifle, and his mothers knife. Not to mention his active cammo. Smiling he took his knife and placed it horizontally on his lower spine inside its holster. He then took his pistol and placed it on the right shoulder-blade as if t were a sword. The handle sticking up over his shoulder. Then taking his rifle he put the strap supporter on his other shoulder and walked back out the armory. Slinging the rifle over his shoulder and grabbing a few grenades he headed down to the hanger to his team.
"Alright ladies we got orders and i plan on following them to the letter. No screw ups, we do this carefully and as planned." Jesta announced, walking into the briefing room with a skip in his step. He was as of now up above the planet Coruscant. He normally stayed on his ship the SS Covenant and kept an eye down below as ordered by his officials. His comrades all turned to look at him as he walked to the table and activated the program to run the briefing. "So whats the job exactly Jesta?" Porch asked, polishing his blaster pistol with a rag. The others nodded in curiosity and Jesta laughed. "We have intel that in the god forsaken corner of the republic there are left overs of droid armies that need weeded out. We are the mop up team. Us and the others in the 24 and 39. However, the place is crawling with some unwanted company and this assignment is supposed to be clean. But i wont lie, i like to make things go boom." Jesta told them, bringing up a holographic image of the area. Red dots bleeped around the perimeter and the others simply stared at the image. "As you know we have no commander on this mission, he is currently on another assignment so we will be taking orders from The Iron Maiden on this mission." He told them, bringing up he file on the left. All her stats and information steaming down as if it were cold. "She is our commander as of today, follow her orders as if you were following mine or else she might put a hole in your face besides the one you have." He joked, slipping on his gloves and continuing. Nyra said something next. "Hear shes a tough queen. We should get along great." He ensured with a smirk. Jesta held a finger up at her and shook his head. "Now, now mission first. Make friends later." He told her. She shrugged innocently and Porch spoke next.
"So whats the game plan?" He asked. Putting his gun into its holster. Jesta glanced at him and yawned. "Uhhhh thats undecided. Iron Maiden is our commanding officer therefor she comes up with the plan. However our first objective is to meet her here. At the checkpoint." He said pointing to a large area. "So i guess i be running the squad until we meet with her. Until then we will all discuss a plan once we are all together. She will be bringing her men so please play nicely." Jesta said pulling down her file and leaving the map up. "But Jester, I'm assuming they don't know about your skills as a analyst?" Porch asked. Jester laughed loudly and clapped his hands. "Oh Porch you wonderful idiot you don't need to be an analyst to do a simple mop up assignment. Regardless we will find out soon enough. Everyone gear up, we leave in an hour." He finished, throwing his arms up as if he were being arrested. Turning tail he went back to the elevator on his ship and rode it up to his quarters. Walking to his door it opened automatically with a hiss and Jesta walked into his open closet and undressed himself. Then putting on his military gear he put on his pants and slipped on his metal knee pads. He then put on his black boots and put his mandolorian body armor on and put his cloths over it. His outfit was all black with metal knee and elbow pads and multiple pockets. A hood and the last touch. His fathers mask. He slipped it on and pit his hood over it, his tags wrapped around his neck in case worst came to worse Jesta walked out of his closet and over to the large safe behind is dresser. Putting his eye and paw up to the scanner the safe unlocked and revealed his private armory. He liked to spend his hard earned money on new toys...walking into the armory he scanned the mass amounts of weaponry he had and hummed.
"Ohhhh guns guns guns." He whispered, doing to the very back and opening a black case. The walls consisted of large heavy turrets, rocket launchers, assault rifles, and shot guns. The counters all held knives of all types and shelves held grenades. His black case however is were he kept his favorite babies. His Custom made pistol, medium assault rifle, and his mothers knife. Not to mention his active cammo. Smiling he took his knife and placed it horizontally on his lower spine inside its holster. He then took his pistol and placed it on the right shoulder-blade as if t were a sword. The handle sticking up over his shoulder. Then taking his rifle he put the strap supporter on his other shoulder and walked back out the armory. Slinging the rifle over his shoulder and grabbing a few grenades he headed down to the hanger to his team.