Zane Watts
Wu Tang Forever
Jedi Strike Operations headquarters, Ruusan
The military base ont he other side of the Valley of the Jedi was the place to be if you were a Jedi with a bent for combat. Strike Ops was the new military unit under the command of the clone of Ben Watts that happened to specialise in commando missions and had one hell of a pedigree. Incidentally they'd helped build up the Republic presence on this world, and a half-dozen more nearby. It was their job and they took it seriously. Such being the case, Zane was prowling his command centre, keeping an eye on the data flowing in.
Suddenly!
"Colonel! We're getting a distress call from near Pesmenben!"
Pesmenben was basically the next system over from Ruusan, so for Jedi Strike Ops to deploy it wasn't entirely a big deal. Zane was entirely happy to get himself and Amarant Squad over there and wreak some havoc... by protecting this liner.
"I want the Triumph ready to go, right now. Signal Amarant and have them gear up and meet me on the ship." The Triumph was their mobile base... the smaller one... a Baldr-class transport of standard Republic issue. It'd been the first Amarant's home, and now it was the second one's home too. Amarant Squad, of course, was Zane's team of four Jedi Knights, ready to fight in the name of the Republic. You didn't mess with the Wu.
"Weapons loadout, sir? Y'want any of the big guns?"
"Not this time, kid. Just gimme my saber and my blaster."
Such being the case, the Jedi Strike Ops commander turned around and left the command centre in his base - he'd have to meet his troops and get to Pesmenben orbit soon enough. The transport took off with five Jedi inside, ready to go - and Zane was already eagerly awaiting whatever challenge was up there for him.
The military base ont he other side of the Valley of the Jedi was the place to be if you were a Jedi with a bent for combat. Strike Ops was the new military unit under the command of the clone of Ben Watts that happened to specialise in commando missions and had one hell of a pedigree. Incidentally they'd helped build up the Republic presence on this world, and a half-dozen more nearby. It was their job and they took it seriously. Such being the case, Zane was prowling his command centre, keeping an eye on the data flowing in.
Suddenly!
"Colonel! We're getting a distress call from near Pesmenben!"
Pesmenben was basically the next system over from Ruusan, so for Jedi Strike Ops to deploy it wasn't entirely a big deal. Zane was entirely happy to get himself and Amarant Squad over there and wreak some havoc... by protecting this liner.
"I want the Triumph ready to go, right now. Signal Amarant and have them gear up and meet me on the ship." The Triumph was their mobile base... the smaller one... a Baldr-class transport of standard Republic issue. It'd been the first Amarant's home, and now it was the second one's home too. Amarant Squad, of course, was Zane's team of four Jedi Knights, ready to fight in the name of the Republic. You didn't mess with the Wu.
"Weapons loadout, sir? Y'want any of the big guns?"
"Not this time, kid. Just gimme my saber and my blaster."
Such being the case, the Jedi Strike Ops commander turned around and left the command centre in his base - he'd have to meet his troops and get to Pesmenben orbit soon enough. The transport took off with five Jedi inside, ready to go - and Zane was already eagerly awaiting whatever challenge was up there for him.