Faction Humble Beginnings, Grand Dream (The Republic)

[Krenis Skirata]

Balmorra
Venandi @All Republic military folks

Krenis opened up the old case that he had stashed away for a long time. The contents within sat there, gleaming white save for the red paint. He hadn't needed it for a long time. But things had begun to change. The Republic had been dead for a long time. But it had returned, in a way, that he had not expected. It had been reborn from Corellia and a few other worlds in the Core and Midrim. None that were particularly powerful or wealthy in any of the Republics he had seen, but that was perhaps for the best.

Slowly, he clasped the pieces of his armor over his bodysuit, finishing with the shoulder-pads and kama. His helmet remained under his elbow as he turned and strode from the room. This Republic stood in a precarious position, balanced between galactic superpowers, several of which would be determined to see them crushed as soon as they learned of this new existence. The peace of ancient times would be impossible, at least for a long time, until peace was returned. That meant they had a string of wars they needed to be prepared to fight. That meant an army. A fleet. Soldiers capable of fighting against larger and more powerful armies.

In an ideal world, he would have an army of his brother clones, designed from the genetic level for toughness, resilience, aggression, loyalty, and skill. But he didn't have that anymore. They were all dead, for the most part. Only a few remained, but with what he had in mind, that might have been enough. There was another ARC team. He had put the word out and invited them to this meeting, them and what other experienced soldiers willing to serve the Republic that they could find.

He had invited them all here for the re-establishment of the Grand Army of the Republic. Of course, it would be up to the Senators and Representatives to officially bring this into being, fund it, and all that. But it would be up those he asked to make it happen. And Krenis had no intention of wasting time waiting while the politicians bickered about. He had learned that lesson the hard way, more times than one.

One last breath and he put the helmet on his head. Now, looking in the mirror, he saw himself as he had been once. Alpha-93. ARC trooper of the Galactic Republic. Without realizing, he stood a little straighter and squared his shoulders a little more. For many, their search for a purpose in life was a life long pursuit that they failed to find. He and his brothers were lucky. They knew their purpose. It had been created and implanted into their very genetic code. And, by the all fickle winds of fate, his had been returned to him.

He just needed to make sure it stayed that way. Krenis stood to attention, nodded, and strode from the room. They were meeting at a training field next to a major munitions factory. No fancy board rooms for them. Or conferences. They were sentients of action and he intended to give them that opportunity.

Spoiler: OOC Info

This is for all military and navy minded folks of the Republic to gather and start putting things into action. It will follow the structure of the canon GAR as described in Wookiepedia, albeit smaller to start with. Won't be having any massive legions or full system armies yet.

 

[Cyrennus]

Garrus Cervanti was a veteran.

It was clear in the way the man held himself, clearer still in the scars that adorned his blue skin. Although he was marred with the wrinkles of a life well lived, there was a youth visible. A fire for life. A passion. One he intended on bringing to this new bastion of peace and democracy. He'd fought for a multitude of worthy causes throughout his long life and now, nearing the end of middle age, he'd found the next one. The Republic.

Garrus strode out onto the training field with a confidence befitting someone so experienced. In tow, a sizeable group of men and women - old contacts and new faces he'd reached out to and discovered. Potential recruits.

Cyrennus was amongst them.

The group formed some sort of rank-and-file assembly close to the middle of the field at Garrus' command. He stood smartly in front and surveyed the others who had gathered with gleaming red eyes.

"My friends," he began, his voice booming in a deep baritone, "Shall we get down to brass tacks?"

He was intent on helping mould the first recruits of this military into a knife-edge. A force strong enough and smart enough to contend with the big leagues. After all, Garrus had the experience.

Garrus Cervanti was a veteran.

Krenis Skirata

 

[Venandi]

Grand Army of the Republic, GAR. The military arm of the Republic in times past, during the Clone War, when brothers fought side by side to bring peace to an organization that didn't truly care for them. Then came the Empire, and it was renamed, but they were still uncared for, aside from a few. Venandi remembered those who cared fondly, even if they were long dead, but he carried on their traditions and said their names each day, so that they'd never be forgotten. But that was for later, now was time to create another Grand Army, one of recruits and volunteers, one of regular humans rather than elite clone troopers. In Venandi's eyes, they'd never be on paar with his brothers, but he was also glad that no more of his brothers would fight and die for a group that cared nothing for them and simply used them.

These thoughts and more ran through Venandi's head as his raider class corvette entered orbit of the planet. Entering the LAAT that they'd kept and had maintained, repaired, and more over countless years, Venandi thought back fondly on dead brothers, battles of the past, and more that he'd gone through. Then the gunship was out of the hanger and heading toward the meeting area, a training field. How apt, thought Venandi to himself. Training is where every army began and what set each army apart from what they faced, so it was very apt that they'd be forming a new Grand Army on a training field.

The LAAT quickly made its way towards this training field, showing off all the skill of the pilot, another brother from the Clone War, found within the depths of the raider, a brother that those who had freed Venandi and his brothers hadn't found. Swooping in to hover at the front of the training field, the LAAT opened the side door, revealing the inside and its contents. There stood Venandi and his brothers, wreathed in dust and smoke, armor gleaming black with red or white markings, and clearly showing just how many battles they'd fought. Thumping down, the LAAT landed and wound down its engines, it was parked at the forefront of the field, not on the field itself. Jumping out from the LAAT, Venandi was followed by his brothers in arms, his squad, even as the pilot opened up the cockpit of his gunship, revealing the pilot himself, a man by the name of Racer.

Racer remained at the top of his LAAT, seating himself on the edge and looking out towards the training field, leaving his helmet firmly on his head. That way he was able to listen in on Venandi and his brothers and what they'd say, and what others would say to them. Venandi for his part simply marched forward towards the front of the assembly, looking out for any other possible brothers, especially Krenis, the one who had called them here. His brothers for their part marched by and behind him, forming an imposing wedge of four ARC troopers. Venandi and his brothers were here, and they were ready to prepare others for war, and create another GAR.

Krenis Skirata | Cyrennus

 

[Colton Renth]

After defecting from the sith empire's Imperial legion, due to the fact, his limited force abilities kept a second class citizen he came to the Republic looking for a better life. when he heard about the reforming of the GAR he decided to bring his skills and knowledge to that effort. as he walked into walked upon the field but old habits died the way he carried himself drew cautious looks from the others present. he walked up to Krenis Skirata "I hear ya'll are looking for experienced soldiers, I was a Lieutenant in the Imperial legion, was working on putting together a Speical forces unit before I defected, and I have some limited force abilities." Colton said before conjuring a small fireball in his hand and making it dissipate.


Krenis Skirata, Venandi , Cyrennus

 

[Krenis Skirata]

Colton Renth Cyrennus Venandi

Volunteers from all over the Core had flocked to them when word had spread and transports full of willing soldiers had come to Balmorra to begin the training regimen. Many were eager, fresh-faced youths looking for adventure and a chance to fight back against what had kept their childhoods and families in fear. They were the easy ones to deal with. As he paced along the lines, helmet under one arm, he saw the older ones too. Veterans of older, and lost, wars, who had combat experience. They would be the hard part. Probably different armies, different wars. They would all have to be retrained to work together as a unit and a team, with instincts relying on the same protocol and structure as the rest.

One of the veterans he had contacted and brought in was up and speaking. Brass tacks. That would be appropriate. It's what they would drill and push these volunteers for. Until they had nothing left to drill down through. Then they would rebuild. It was the nature of building an army. It took time, discipline, and resources. Things they would need to ensure were utilized fully.

In the distance, he heard the familiar roar of a LAAT landing, and he gave an old salute to the other clones aboard. Another squad of ARC troopers who had survived the war and become unstuck in time. Someone spoke to him and Krenis turned on his heel, inspecting the newcomer. "Force sensitive, eh? And Imperial defector? Sure you're not one more for the Jedi?"

He would wait for a moment before shrugging. "Doesn't matter so much. Well, once we're sure you can be relied on, we'll be glad to have you. Need what experienced soldiers we have to manage until the rest of the Grand Army is fighting fit." A grim smile etched itself across his face. "I have a feeling we special forces types will be very busy over the next few years."

At least the next half-standard year, anyway. Long enough to get the first batch of recruits through their basic training. Training centers had been set up across all the worlds and defense forces had been consolidated to the extent that could be afforded with the Confederation armed forces. It gave them enough for an initial campaign or two, but he wouldn't want to press it longer without reinforcements. The Core was more built up and urbanized than the Outer Rim. Meant more urban combat. That had nasty high casualty rates compared to other theaters. Looking at the Imperial warlords and pirate-kings in the area, he expected a few years of brutal urban warfare. That might be their advanced combat training for everyone to start.

 

[Cyrennus]

Birds chirped. The odd stray dog barked. All witnesses to the birth of an army soon to be known as 'Grand'. Cyrennus was part of galactic history and it made him giddy. He'd tried to change things once before, back on Doan. He didn't get very far before he was exiled, sure, but he was part of something. He could feel that, here and now, he was part of a special something once more.

Cyrennus straightened his posture a little.

He observed the ancient gunship come to a roaring halt on the field and marvelled at the troopers who disembarked. He'd seen their armour in his history lessons and knew exactly what it represented. He frowned. Surely there were no clones left? A ball of fire stole his attention immediately after and the young man's eyes widened. Someone had willed that fireball into existence.

Surely it was a trick.

A party piece.

Krenis Skirata | Colton Renth | Venandi

 

[Colton Renth]

Colton nodded and asked, "so what do I do now!" He knew there would be some distrust coming into this but even he had to start at the bottom and work his way up again it was going to better than the empire, he surveyed the other recruits and equipment taking note of the variety ~It takes all kinds~ he thought to himself as looked around seeing to the potential. wounder around for bit inspection the weapons equipment.

Krenis Skirata