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Come Pubbies, Come Frolic With Us (EVERYONE IS INVITED: Balmorra)

BALMORAA
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Ah, scientific endeavors were wonderful; especially if you aren't a scientist! A particularly harrowing scientific endeavor being the issue of clone aging within the 117th Legion of Clone Soldiers. The men and women of the newest galactic fighting force were all ailed with horribly short life spans; some estimated only to make it to sixteen years old! It was for this very reason that the Commander of the Dreadguard had made it his personal mission to hunt down a cure in his downtime--and hunt he had.
[SIZE=14.44444465637207px]The Kaminoans would have charged astronomical fees, and would have likely veiled some sort of genetic manipulation plot under good intentions. It had happened many times in the past, what was stopping them now? With that in mind, the Commander had spoken with dozens of scientific contacts throughout the galaxy. He had found only one that seemed to have a handle on the effects of Vong Shaping on a human's genetic structure. That was the key to all of this after all, Vong Shaping.[/SIZE]​
[SIZE=14.44444465637207px]The primary issue revolving around all of this, was that the man was in the Republic's pocket and would likely stay that way. This issue could be resolved rather easily given the friendship between the Republic and the CIS--except for the fact that the scientist, a Duros known as Joran Vlen, was a recluse, only coming out into the public eye when delivering supplies and such. In fact, all the CIS really had to go off of was the fact that the scientist resided somewhere on Balmorraa....where that somewhere was, was a complete mystery to them.[/SIZE]​
[SIZE=14.44444465637207px]All these reasons had brought Commander Calico personally down to the planet's surface; using a standard interplanetary shuttle to set down on the extended platform of one of the planet's military outposts. The flight had only been announced once the ship was on a direct course; giving the Republic little time to prepare for an arrival.[/SIZE]​
[SIZE=14.44444465637207px]Calico strode out from the extended landing ramp and into the pale light of a morning sun. His feet thudded against the durasteel gangplank as he set himself firm between the shuttle and the rest of the walkway. Flight attendants were fussing around the shuttle: attaching fuel lines, making minor repairs--complaining about the CIS surprise visit. A faint smile formed on the Commander's face. He was in his full body armor; though missing his rifle in favor of the twin DC-15s. His helmet was tucked under his arm, and his beard had grown out to give the lower half of his face a darkened shade. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.44444465637207px]Doesn't hurt to look a little rough n' tough.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.44444465637207px]He said no words to the dock crew. His men would be exiting soon--along with CIS volunteers. He wouldn't approach any Republic officials until they were off the vessel--unless those officials approached him first.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.44444465637207px](( @THEENTIRECIS and @THE REPUBLIC, FREELANCERS, JABA'S GHOST, GEORGE LUCAS, THETHUGNATION, EVERYONE I DO NOT CARE! COME HAVE FUN! ))[/SIZE]
 

CC-827 Tauranov

Guest
Tau held onto a railing near the back of the ship, between the rocking bodies of the volunteers and other soldiers. He had not spoke to his Commander, only listened to him. He mentioned something about an anti-ageing cream, and Tau loved to look young. Despite being younger than seven years old.

Balmorra was a world he had never been to, nor did he particularly want to, after hearing about infestations of metal-eating parasites and rumours about their local women being less than... clean. He did, however, want to go frolic amongst the alcohol stores and bars and clubs. If he was going to die young, he might as well get the most out of it.

@[member="Commander Calico CC-247"]
 
Balmorra. A place that Canal never heard of or visited in his life-until now. He could care less about the planet except he heard it was a food place for scientific experiments. He was only here because he heard his CO about something of an anti-aging antidote or something like that. Finally, something that'll keep me from growing my bones all old. Even though he was in his twenties and looked very young Canal didn't want to be in his thirties in the next month or so.

He exited out of the shuttle in his helmet and armor with his double paldrons...looked more like the armor of a clone captain named Captain RexRex except of the double paldrons.
He only had his knife and a pistol even though there was no conflict between the republic and the confederacy he still liked to take his precautions when he was meeting strangers. He followed Calico and asked him, "What do we do now, sir?"

@[member="CC-827 Tauranov"] @[member="Commander Calico CC-247"]
 
What in the name of the force was the Dread Guard doing here? Jorin sighed, holding his hand over his face as he prepared to reply to himself, well a clone of himself, on a course of action to take. Cody still wasn't thrilled about the clones, it wasn't that he disliked them, it was quite the opposite. These clones, despite technically being him, were looked upon by their template as sons, the lot of them were his responsibility. Every time one of them fell, it seemed tragic, they were living, breathing human beings, like any other soldier in the Republic Military. But when they died, there was no letter home, because they had no one to receive it, there was no funeral, because no one would attend, and in the future when looked back upon, hardly anyone would remember them. Accept him, and they'd remember him.

Standing up, he grabbed the kama that'd served him faithfully during his time as an ARC trooper. Strapping it on and throwing on his chest plate he headed for the door, sliding his blasters into their holsters as he proceeded outside. Once on the pad, he was partially clad in armor virtually identical to ones worn by old clones, and by the ARCs prior to his clones filling the ranks and replacing the non-clones who'd all served their time at this point. The head of the Republic Military had a rather sullen look on his face as he stood quietly, arms tucked neatly behind his back as he awaited the Dread Guard commander and company to exit the craft.

@[member="CC-117 Canal"] @[member="CC-827 Tauranov"] @[member="Commander Calico CC-247"]
 

Valik

Professor of Alchemy
As it happened the Dread Guard of the CIS were not the only ones on the hunt for a Joran Vlen. Veetor Warric, an alias and alternate face for the alchemist Warren Valik, was also present at the docks of Balmorra. Veetor Warric, as far as the galaxy was concerned, was a genetics professor from Annaj University. Normally he'd not be allowed access to Balmorra, but with the Fringe and Republic in a seeming cease fire and Professor Warric being a civilian in any case he was allowed acess. He'd corresponded with the Duros a few times and managed to get an invitation, oddly leaving out the location of the meeting other than the planet itself. So he clutched his Force Disperser tightly as he walked out of his ship, spotting a trio of men looking remarkably similar talking with what appeared to be a Republic representative of some sort.

Interesting. He mused, and decided to hold his search for a little while. If these were clones they were his life's work, and were worth observing. Besides, who knows, they have been looking for the exact same thing he was.

@[member="Cody Jorin"] @CC-117 Canal @CC-827 Tauranov @Commander Calico CC-247
 
Calico let his gaze shift over every visible organic on the dock. A few workers, his boys, a man he couldn't identify and someone who was clearly military. That would do.

"We charm, impress, and act courteous. This isn't our world, we're guests here. I'd be careful too, those Jedi burned down the forests on Tund to kill a handful of people...they're all loose cannons." Calico stated crisply into the Dreadguard comm channel. No one could hear it through the channel, they would have to be close enough to hear Calico say it into his earpiece; thus it was a sanctuary for any kind of talk that may upset the opposite party. "Canal, take up my left. Tauranov, I've heard good things about you adi'ike. Take the right."

With that, Calico strode forward, shoulder locked, back straight as he approached the Republic soldier. He had a professional air about him; off-put by the small, albeit genuine smile worn on his face. "Good morning. I am Commander Sergeant Major Calico Cee-Cee-Two-Four-Seven. These are my boys." He motioned toward the men behind him. "I'm glad the Republic could receive us on such short notice...you see, we have a humanitarian dilemma." Calico thrust his free hand forth. Bralor had taught him how to act like a man.

Hope this guy has his head on straight...

@Valik @[member="Cody Jorin"] @[member="CC-117 Canal"] @[member="CC-827 Tauranov"]
 
far out, man
The Republic, in Darin's eyes, had a very real reason to be quite cautious and weary of a new clone army, based off the template of Jango Fett. He knew, initially, that the clones had fallen in disuse. He wondered how the Fett genome survived, but that was a matter that the GIA themselves would be investigating. He blinked several times, and slowly lowered his hood. He didn't say anything, or even smile. He was perfectly stoic, but he was also had an air of seriousness about him. He was quiet, when the clones landed, and came to Commander Jorin. He didn't sense any ill-intent or malicious nature from the clones, in fact, they seemed...needy. Not desperate, but definitely in need of something.

The seeming commander spoke, and the Jedi remained silent. He was simply here to watch, and made sure no shots were fired. If anything, the Republic should, gladly help the clones. Then again, the premise of a clone army to rival the current one did have it's complications, given that the CIS and the Republic relations could explode at any given moment, as any treaty or relationship. All it took was one simple act, and the flames of war could consume the galaxy. He blinked several times, and waited to see the interaction of the clones with Jorin.

Darin's eyes glanced over each of the clones, but he didn't seem to over-analyze them. They were unique in the force and in personality, as all people were. They just happen to have the same genetic template. He wondered how that affected them psychologically, to have the person next to you be you, and everyone around you. He wondered if identity was a key point in their lives, and if they had an identity or a strong image of self. Individuality was encouraged among Jedi in the clone wars, and he wondered if the Templars encouraged such an act.

@Valik @Cody Jorin @CC-117 Canal @CC-827 Tauranov
 
Canal took the left side of the CO and followed him to greet the republic personnel. Canal didn't like this at all. First of all he didn't trust anyone besides his brethren and his Colonel. Second of all they had the blood of Jango Fett that Canal thought it was an honor to have but was pretty sure that these people didn't like the sound of it. It's probably because they're afraid of us since we have mando training and have mando blood Canal thought to himself. He watched carefully as the Commander greeted the Republic personnel. Canal was lucky to have his helmet on because he noticed a Jedi among them. He was watching at him very closely cause he didn't nor will he like a Jedi. He doesn't hate them but dislikes them all cause they were all hypocrites, scum, and backstabbers to Canal's point of view. Just make one mistake you jedi and I'll make that your last move Canal thought to himself and continued eyeing the Jedi. It's also a good thing he was dead to the force because the jedi couldn't feel or read nothing of what was going on his mind.

@[member="Darin Khel"] @[member="Commander Calico CC-247"] @Valik @Cody Jorin @[member="CC-827 Tauranov"]
 
"I don't suppose you'd mind telling me what said humanitarian dilemma is?" He questioned, maintaining his own professional manner. The only thing that mattered at the moment was the man in front of him, not the two at his flanks, even if one was noticeably tensing up, or the Jedi. He had little knowledge of the CIS' Fett clones, and most of what he did know was based off data on the first clone army.

Cody remembered the olden days, when the CIS and Republic lay in an awkward standoff, he'd killed three of their operatives in that time period, but their men had done the same. He wondered if they were trained like those operatives, or like the Fett clones of the past. There was a possibility their training had been completely new, in which case that raised their threat level, they would be unpredictable. He didn't like unpredictable, it got men under him killed, technically speaking it got him killed, a lot.

@[member="CC-117 Canal"] @[member="Darin Khel"] @[member="Commander Calico CC-247"] @[member="Valik"] @[member="CC-827 Tauranov"]
 

Valik

Professor of Alchemy
Valik, not a part of the Fett clones and the Jorin Prime's conversation, could not have really eavesdropped without causing unnecessary attention to himself, so he went on, going farther from the docks and asking around for Joran Vlen. Unluckily enough none of the dock workers seemed to have a good idea of where of the Duros could be located. If he were still in his days in the Empire he'd be upset, merely due to youth and inexperience, but Valik was older, wiser.

Deciding to get to literal 'head' of the problem he looked around for the manager of the docks. This was the biggest dock on Balmorra, and chances were high that his geneticist ally obtained supplies here, perhaps under a pseudonym or through use of a courier. A tactic Valik himself was not unfamiliar with. If he could, persuade the manager to part with a shipping manifest then he'd be in business, and finding this Dr. Vlen would be a snap.

@[member="Cody Jorin"] @[member="CC-117 Canal"] @[member="Darin Khel"] @[member="Commander Calico CC-247"] @[member="CC-827 Tauranov"]
 
"Ah, you weren't informed? Let me remedy that!" The Commander's grin widened, big and wide. He'd seen the Republic's ways on Tund, but he'd also met some starling people there, too. It was worth giving a bit of a chance. "The CIS has been assisting the Republic in some of its recent manuevers on my orders." Calico payed no heed to the Jedi, simply giving the man a nod. He set a hand on @[member="Cody Jorin"]'s shoulder and led him further toward the building.

"I'm asking a simple favor back. You have a clone army, don't you? You know how people would try to use our boys, just like yours?" Calico turned to face the man; staring straight at his Republic's counterpart's face. "Our soldiers are full citizens now. They can even leave the Army if they choose...but I have on issue that I just can't take care of without the Republic's help."

He'd better bite here.

"My boys are aging far too quickly. Normally, we could fix this, but the Vong-shaping screwed with their genes. You see, they aren't 'human' per say. The force just doesn't work on us." He paused to take a deep breath. "Normally this is all good, but they're aging is off kilter. They won't live the full lives I wanted for them...tell me, your boys are your children to, aren't they?"

Calico folded his arms behind the crook in his back. He glanced over at the soldiers who had accompanied him, motioning with his eyes for them to stay and asses the situation. Maybe they would mingle. "The scientist we need is somewhere on this world, one Joran Vlen. This is your world, and we'll leave if you ask...but you'd be condemning every one of my adi'ike. Everyone of my sons and daughters." He paused to simply stare at the man; all seriousness. "It would even the score between our goverments. Besides, we're allies, after all.

@[member="Cody Jorin"] @Valik @[member="CC-117 Canal"] @[member="Darin Khel"] @[member="CC-827 Tauranov"]
 
Caboose stepped off the ramp of the of the shuttle he and his other kin had arrived in. His armour adorned with the many pouches and holsters which held a variety of weapons: a DLT-19 Heavy Blaster which he held very close, his favoured toy in the heat of any battle. On either side of his legs were two pistols just in case he needed any backup. On his chest was a vibroknife strapped in place, a blade he was -very- familiar with, more-so than his own hand in a way. Caboose walked over to his brethren, saluting them all with the respect any comrade would display for his fellow man.

"Who's the Jedi?"

Caboose dropped his right hand to rest on the grip of his pistol, staring him down for a second before turning his attention to Calico with a burning interest in the situation. He himself knew that this was an objective of great importance, but he had to be sure of everything. Even if it involved a random Jedi.

"When are we getting this show on the road? And what does the Republic want now?"

He said firmly, asserting nothing else but the lucid nature of his military training and lifestyle.

@[member="Commander Calico CC-247"] @[member="Cody Jorin"] @CC-117 Canalhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/3377-cc-117-canal/ @Darin Khelhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/3438-darin-khel/ @CC-827 Tauranov @[member="Valik"]
 
Kallion stepped out of the shuttle onto the landing pad, his unique RIG, helmet still covering his face, practically shining like a beacon around these clones in their shining white armor. He stretched his arms slightly before checking his stasis, kinesis modules along with his holographic display before looking towards the group of clones gathered on the landing pad 'What are they doing on balmorra?' Kallion asked himself 'they cant be here for the scenery.' Standing still for a few moments he stared at the clones before walking towards them, his heavy boots making a thud with every step, practically announcing his approach. He stopped a few feet away from the group before asking "whatever you guys are doing, I assume you might need some help with it?"

@[member="Commander Calico CC-247"]@[member="CC-195 Caboose"]@Valik@Cody Jorin@[member="CC-117 Canal"]
 
far out, man
@Commander Calico CC-247@CC-195 Caboose @[member="Valik"] @[member="Cody Jorin"] @CC-117 Canal



"My name is Darin Khel. Fear not, my friend. I have no business interfering with whatever Commander Jorin says or decides to do. I merely am here to observe, nothing more."Darin said to the clone with the hand on his blaster. He probably didn't need to explain to him that while he needed a more than a few seconds to light up a shot, a lightsaber was instantaneous and quite deadly. He didn't smile at the clone, infact, his expression didn't shift in the slightest. He was serene, and raised a brow when he said that the force wouldn't work on them. The force encompassed everything, and he didn't need to explain to them that a force push would still affect them, but the sensory to the force was something they couldn't put past, without using Vongsense, and that was dangerous altogether.

He smiled at the clone, for a half of a second, before his smile faded back to the blank look he usually wore.
 
The scraping of metal upon metal could be heard. The Mandalorian Rally Master slowly slid off of a pile of crates, and landed with a heavy thud. He slid his Beskad back onto his back, and walked past the Commander, and looked at the clones individually, and then turned to face the commander, which one of the other clones addressed as Calico. Preliat scoffed from behind his helmet. He spoke in the typical harshness of the people from Ordo. He wasn't a member of the clan, but he definitely wore the harshness of the planet in his demeanor. He spoke with a voice that commanded attention, and the armor and color that signified him as Ori'ramikad and a Rally Master would make sure that the clones before him listened.

"And what do we have here...I had heard of some Fett clones being come into the CIS...but this...I didn't expect. I also heard something else."The light of Balmorra glinted in the Rally Master's helmet. He curled, and then relaxed his crushgaunt-adorned hands, picking his words."I heard that a Dar'manda taught them the Resol'nare. Made them believe that they were Mando'ad. Made them think that they were Mando'a. Is this correct? Or am I mistaken? Please, do feel free to correct me, because...I feel rather confused at the moment."

@Kallion @Cody Jorin @[member="CC-195 Caboose"] @[member="CC-117 Canal"] @[member="CC-827 Tauranov"] @[member="Commander Calico CC-247"]
 
Oh boy. This is turning out rather interesting for Canal. First a politician, then a Jedi, and now a Mandolorian. Interesting. Canal respected all Mandolorians cause they were similar to each other in some way. But this man do Canal was taking his precautions cause you never know what these guys could do.

Them the Mando spoke in a tone as if he was commanding Canal and his brothers. Canal didn't gave a single damn about that cause the only people who commanded him were Colonel Isley, Calico, and his other brothers who are higher rank than him and never listened to other people like this mando. He didn't gave any 'attention' to the mando and just looked at him through his helmet. Canal didn't care if he was wearing his helmet that has his Jaig eyes on it in front of this mando. Why? Cause he is a mando and was taught everything of being a man do by his colonel, his CO and his other brothers.

Canal responded back to the mando in a normal tone and said, " You are correct. Yes, someone did teach us the Resol'nare, and the Mando'a. And do you have a problem with that? Cause if you do then just tell me or my brethren," Canal momtioned to his brothers. He wasn't scare of the man. And if he had to that he is a mandolorian than he'll show it to him in a one on one brawl. But that wouldn't happen for sure with his commander at his side who would tell him to not fight with anyone at all.

@[member="Preliat Mantis"] @[member="Darin Khel"] @[member="CC-195 Caboose"] @[member="Kallion"] @[member="Commander Calico CC-247"] @[member="Valik"] @[member="Cody Jorin"] @[member="CC-827 Tauranov"]
 
Caboose turned his head towards the stranger in question, amused. This wasn't his commanding officer, nor did he care for the condescending attitude.

"Or you could move along, mind your own business. If you should decide otherwise then that's fair ground to put my knife in your throat, right?"

Now there was some action coming along, some fool deciding it was his place to mock them so openly and think himself superior. Grave mistake. If it came down to a real fight and not some shouting contest, Caboose would be ready to follow through with his comment wholeheartedly. There wouldn't be any turning back, and only one of them would be walking away in the end. Mere words or not, Caboose wouldn't stand idle to any trash talking.

He turned his head back Calico, as if asking for permission to make a move.

@Preliat Mantis @Darin Khel @Kallion @Commander Calico CC-247 @Valik @Cody Jorin @CC-827 Tauranov
 

Valik

Professor of Alchemy
While the clones continued their conversation in the dock Valik made his way to finding the manager. It was an easy enough find, finding a rather snarky looking bothan who just had the vibe of 'I'm hot stuff'. Conceited arrogance, as owning a dock didn't make one special, but a tool for Valik to use nonetheless.

"Excuse me sir I'm here to inspect your shipping manifests." Valik said as he came over to the Bothan, not asking but politely demanding it.

"What business do you have asking for our shipping manifests?" He asked in an irritated tone.

"I've been looking over all the operations on the Balmorran docks over the a past couple weeks. We're looking to find a replacement for the planetary manager."

"Jim is getting fired?"

"Moving to Onderon. Some sort of family emergency." Valik said, before shrugging a little. "I'm not supposed to tell you this, but you're one of the top three names for the job."

"Well in that case." The bothan replied, before turning and snapping a couple fingers, prompting one of his workers to proceed with all-haste. "Let me get you your own copy." He said, and Valik smiled.

"Excellent."

@Preliat Mantis @Darin Khel @CC-195 Caboose @Kallion @Commander Calico CC-247 @Cody Jorin @CC-827 Tauranov @[member="CC-117 Canal"]
 
Calico chanced a look over his shoulder at his boys. There was some man in very odd looking armor offering assistance...and a Mandalorian. One of the true Mandalorians "A moment." He mumbled to Jorin.

The Commander let his voice carry; dispassionate and to the point. "Isley Verd trained the lower ranks to be Mando, yes. The original Army was trained Mando, the SF boys anyway. Whether they choose to follow that path or not is up to them. Some of us are, some of us aren't." He paused to chance a look at the clones. They all knew that look; the look that said to stay disciplined and not to lower to the typical civilian's level. "Personally, I like the culture, I respect it. I use the language at times, but I don't commit genocide and destroy planets."

Calico held a firm expression, jaw set, lips thin as a blade. "I know my boys are the best warriors in the galaxy, and no Mandalorian, Jedi, Sith, whatever the kark is going to stand in the way of our freedom." A soft sigh escaped him. "I don't mean to offend you, but frankly, I don't care if I do either. This is a military matter, harass my man, and we'll have issue."

With that, Calico turned back to the Commander of the Republic Forces. Hopefully, his boys would stay quiet and be the bigger men. Hopefully, that Jedi wouldn't misjudge them and say something stupid to the council. Hopefully.

"Now, are you up to help us, or should we pack and ship back home?"

@[member="CC-195 Caboose"] @[member="Preliat Mantis"] @[member="CC-117 Canal"]@Kallion @[member="Darin Khel"]
 
Kallion watched as a Mandalorian insulted the clones. As the words came out of the Mandalorians mouth Kallion felt a tinge of hate, both towards preliat and what he was saying, he only slightly knew these men, not in person, but he still felt the need to step in before something happened. The clones were ahead of him though, they had told him off before Kallion could finish thinking about what he was going to say "stupid Mandalorian." He said to himself. He turned back to @[member="Commander Calico CC-247"] then realized that he was having a conversation, Kallion could wait for a moment for their decision on if they needed help.
 

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