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Private Purple Meets Blue


PURPLE MEETS BLUE
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PINGS | Mattali Omenza Mattali Omenza
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IMPERIAL STORMTROOPER CORPS
IMPERIAL VANGUARD
| EMPIRE OF THE HAND
117TH DIVISION 'THE INVINCIBLE' | TASK FORCE 'NERN'

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<EQUIPMENT: 'STORM' UNIVERSAL COMBAT PLATFORM MK. V — AP-25I 'SIMP' PARTICLE-BEAM BLASTER — SFR-58 'BOZDUGAN' BLASTER RIFLE>
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<CODE NAME:
PULSAR>
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<BEING CHISS: A NEW HOME — PROLOGUE>
Dokal was in the 117th Division’s headquarters, located on Ansion, in the middle of the New-Imperial territories. The local winter was cold, frozen, everything that she didn’t like at all. This reminded her of Naporar, her homeworld, the Nuruodo’s homeplanet, where she lost everything. Down to her family. Now, her planet was in the middle of a joust between the Alliance and the Maw. She did not like both. She did not like each faction that would be supposed to take Naporar instead of the Ascendancy. Those governments were each a side of the same piece: their frontiers were the same, and their desires too. Only the look of each one was really different. They were aiming the same goal: control. Control over worlds. Control over people. Control over Chiss and their space.

The Imperial were different. Dokal remembered her first encounter with Hukor, the Zabrak whose nickname was now Shorty, because he was little next to the Chiss. This was five years ago. Now, they were friends. Better than friends, they were brothers. Brothers in arms, brothers in blood, brothers against each obstacle on their road, brothers before all — before death. Then Jordi appeared in Dokal’s life. A Kandaran, well into his forties, but another friend for Dokal. He was the father she never had, her second father, after the Chiss’ one who died during Csilla’s incident. He taught Dokal how to become a COMPNOR’s agent. He worked alongside her for a couple of missions, and they became friends. Pulsar was the armed side of the duo, and Scimitar was the brained one. But she could negotiate, and he could be a well-skilled sniper. Dokal was proud of Jordi, just as Jordi was proud of Dokal.

Shorty entered the room and watched Dokal while he was leaning back against a wall. Dokal was observing the snow through the quarters’ transparisteel glass, probably thinking about all her existence as she was doing sometimes. This Chiss was very troubling: she was a faithful IMPSOC’s member, but she had something in her eyes… As if she did not want to stay in the NIO for the rest of her life. He knew her for five years, but she still had this indescriptible light in her gaze. Something brutal. Something she had to avenge.

“Do we have to go, Hukor?”

She calmly asked this question knowing full well that the Zabrak was now in the room for a couple of minutes. He cleared his throat, pretending to visit Dokal’s quarters that would become Task Force Nern’s ones.

“Well… Yes. RITES’ ship is now near to land on Vanto. We’ve to welcome her.
- I know.”

She took her helmet on the table in front of her and put it on his face. Her armor was now very different from the old one. She had given up the all-in-blue style for the white-and-camo one. Moreover, she wore a cape on her armor, to be more discreet during the operations. TF Nern’s job would be to support the Invincible Division during the operation led in Chiss Space. Dokal had personally asked IMPSOC to be moved to the 117th for this mission, and it was accepted. Then, she had been assigned to Joint Base Vanto, on Ansion, and she met the other troopers of the unit that she didn’t know before this day. She was here for a couple of weeks, anxiously waiting for her two new partners. Ensign Rites was the first. The second one was designated by the callsign “Rear” and would be her back-up sidekick.

“Then we go,” she finally said.
 
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Purple Meets Blue

Location: Ansion, Joint Base Vanto
Gear:
Storm Armor Mk. IV
REC Scatter Gun
REC-DC/04 Particle Blaster Pistol
Sentinel Tech Gloves

Tags: Nuruodo'kal'brast Nuruodo'kal'brast

She was getting really tired of all this shipping and moving around that was going on. She had been taken off her ship, and was being flip flopped back and forth so often she felt like a Twi'lek dancer working on Hutta. A thought that wasn't at all pleasant to think about, but that's just how she felt about the situation. She signed up to be an engineer, not a combat specialist, and yea she might have been a combat engineer she wasn't skilled towards that sort of thing. Regardless, it was something she would just have to get over. Dressed in her Storm Armor, Mirinda gazed at the helmet sat in her lap, pondering how stupid she looked with the full get up on. She never cared for uniforms, hell she didn't even care for serving her 'Imperial Overlords', but she didn't have a choice right now. Her mom needed those treatments, and the NIO were willing to flip the bill.

The shuddering of the transport informed her that had arrived at her destination, and reluctantly she shoved the bucket back onto her head.

It didn't take too long to grab her duffel bag and step off the transport, though she was far more concerned with finding her new squad mates than anything. Loading up an image display on her wrist computer, she briefly tried to locate the Chiss, before realizing how futile the effort was. Dokal probably had her equipment on, which meant the little image her superiors had given her was next to useless. "Fething dirt munchers." She muttered, before setting her bag on the ground, and promptly trying to eye up anyone that might have been looking to pick up the plucky Zeltron.

Five minutes. She'd give them five minutes before she started screwing with the comm relay here. Maybe that'd be enough for the higher ups to stop putting her into new positions.
 

PURPLE MEETS BLUE
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PINGS | Mattali Omenza Mattali Omenza
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IMPERIAL STORMTROOPER CORPS
IMPERIAL VANGUARD
| EMPIRE OF THE HAND
117TH DIVISION 'THE INVINCIBLE' | TASK FORCE 'NERN'

X5Yx2PB.png

<EQUIPMENT: 'STORM' UNIVERSAL COMBAT PLATFORM MK. V — AP-25I 'SIMP' PARTICLE-BEAM BLASTER — SFR-58 'BOZDUGAN' BLASTER RIFLE>
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<CODE NAME:
PULSAR>
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<BEING CHISS: A NEW HOME — PART. I>
The Chiss and the Zabrak finally reached the landing tarmac as the ship was opening its space proof sas to let the bucketheads go. This contingent of Imperial soldiers was a special company, taken by the 117th Division from other regiments and battalions all around the IMPAF. But the trooper Dokal was interested in wasn’t part of this new shipment of Stormies. This trooper was MIRINDA RITES, a Zeltron field engineer, part of the StormCorps. To the commando that Dokal was, this newcomer was supposed to be as useful as a sappers’ section for a regular infantry battalion. But she would have to do all this job alone, in very stressful and hard situations. The Chiss hoped that Rites would be the man she needed at this moment. For her Task Force. For ‘Nern’.

Shorty, her Zabrak partner, was more confident in Rites than his blue-skinned fellow. He was like a balance for her. Her counterpart, in a way. Someone who was able to help us in difficult situations, when a choice had to be made. Dokal often said, “We've a job to do…”, when she didn’t know how to do this famous job, and Shorty usually answered, “And so many ways to do it. Starting with the best one.”

This relation was good, maybe one of the best Dokal had known in her all existence. At least, since her family.

She took a look at the shuttle that was landing on the airstrip, searching for her contact, the Stormtrooper who would be her engineer in the future. She finally spotted her. Her HUD was clear: she was Mirinda Stripes, combat engineer of the StormCorps. Good. “Can you see her?” she asked. “Yep,” the Zabrak answered, “give her a sign. She seems lost in this contingent. — They all know where to go, but she doesn’t,” the Chiss ended while raising her hand to capture Rites’ attention.

“A’right, let’s get to know each other…”
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The three commandos of TF ‘Nern’ were now walking in the HQ’s corridors. Dokal and Shorty showed and visited the base alongside Mirinda, showing her everything she had to know in this base. This wouldn’t be their operative base during the next missions, but it was important to know this place for sure. They would train in its fields for a couple of weeks before their first operation within the Invincible Division.

“Well, ‘think we just finished this little introduction visit. Any questions?” Dokal asked, “if you don’t, I would like t’know your former division in the StormCorps, an’ ‘am sure Shorty will have other questions to ask.”
 




Purple Meets Blue

Location: Ansion, Joint Base Vanto
Gear:
Storm Armor Mk. IV
REC Scatter Gun
REC-DC/04 Particle Blaster Pistol
Sentinel Tech Gloves

Tags: Nuruodo'kal'brast Nuruodo'kal'brast

Mirinda was just warming up her slicing gloves when she caught motion out of the corner of her eye. It was enough to keep her from tapping into the security systems, but after several moments she realized that the wave was meant for her. "Finally." She sighed, rising up and taking her bag, she moved to meet with her new team, and began to wonder when the hell she was going to get a better gear set up.


The pair seemed alright to Mirinda's first impressions. Her desire to crack jokes and make flirtatious comments probably made them believe she was like most Zeltrons, and were probably wondering what made her so viable. She paused as Dokal asked if she had any questions, because she had several, but they weren't for the sort of place like the HQ. "I do actually, you gonna be busy this week? I'd like to practice with my REC, and might help if we can fully..." She paused intentionally, wanting to find an elegant word for the situation. "Access each others capabilities." Crossing her arms, she made the decision to remove the damn helmet that was pressing around her head. "I served under Vice Admiral Doon, was her chief systems operator onboard The Exile. Before that, I served as a weapons systems operator for garrisons. It was pretty mundane before Doonie picked me up." She shrugged, clipping her helmet onto the attachment on her utility belt. "What about the two of you? Your records seem pretty cut and dry, but I like the story behind the pages, ya know?" Hopefully this didn't go topside up, but then again, no one knew where you really stood in the ranks until the going got rough.
 

PURPLE MEETS BLUE
• • •

PINGS | Mattali Omenza Mattali Omenza
X5Yx2PB.png

IMPERIAL STORMTROOPER CORPS
IMPERIAL VANGUARD
| EMPIRE OF THE HAND
117TH DIVISION 'THE INVINCIBLE' | TASK FORCE 'NERN'

X5Yx2PB.png

<EQUIPMENT: 'STORM' UNIVERSAL COMBAT PLATFORM MK. V — AP-25I 'SIMP' PARTICLE-BEAM BLASTER — SFR-58 'BOZDUGAN' BLASTER RIFLE>
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<CODE NAME:
NERN-ACTUAL>
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<BEING CHISS: A NEW HOME — PART. II>
DOKAL
felt… strange. She was like… well, euphoric, to be honest. Within her, she knew that this state of mind was because of RITES, the Zeltron she had just met. She didn’t know why, but she emitted something… something like an aura. Maybe this fact was a Zeltron characteristic. The Chiss didn’t know for sure, but she would search in all the folders she could find on her datapad to know how MIRINDA could have this sort of effect on her.

She took a look at HUKOR, her partner, to know if he had the same feeling about the newcomer. The Zabrak was… subjugated by the pink-skinned woman right in front of him. She smirked. At this moment, she knew she was right: the effect RITES had on her wasn’t just a solo feeling, but something like a power she had. Good. That could be a very useful arm in the future. DOKAL suddenly came to herself, when RITES asked her question:

“Well, y’know, this is very difficult to be said. Maybe yes, but there’s only ten or so days left before the take-off, so we’ll probably be called by the 117th’s command to be informed of our next mission.
— But sure we’ll see to give ya a couple of hours this week,” SHORTY added.
— Yeah, sure,” DOKAL ended while looking at the blaster the buckhead had in her bag.

DOKAL hadn’t removed her helmet, so it was easy for her to know what type of gun this one was. Especially with the indication the Zeltron gave to her with the word ‘REC’. “Uuh, Republican gear?” the Chiss thought, “we’ve to show her how to use a more civilised type of weapon.”

“So we will,”
DOKAL finally added, “I agree. That’s better if we can work shoulder-to-shoulder, because it’ll be like that on the frontline.
— Vice-Admiral Doon, you said?” SHORTY asked, bewildered, “eeh…
— Y’know him?
— Her.
— Same question.
— Only by name. But ya should know her too.
— Why?
— ‘Cause of her nickname: ‘The Widower of Csilla’.
— Ooh…
— Beautiful, isn’t it?” he asked with a smile before turning his gaze to MIRINDA, “good job, RITES.
— Yep. We served in the SOC, within the 4th Field Operators’ Group for… five or so years, right?
— Right. We were assigned to hard tasks. I was the voice, and DOKAL was the eyes. I was operating from an office.
— But now he’s on the battlefield. Difficult transition for him,” the Chiss laughed. “Before that, I was part of the Chiss Defence Force, before Csilla’s incident. K'pah, hard to remember that.”
 




Purple Meets Blue

Location: Ansion, Joint Base Vanto
Gear:
Storm Armor Mk. IV
REC Scatter Gun
REC-DC/04 Particle Blaster Pistol
Sentinel Tech Gloves

Tags: Nuruodo'kal'brast Nuruodo'kal'brast

Mirinda winced as she caught the small hesitations in the voices of her companions. It was a side effect of being a Zeltron, the pheromones made it easy to make friends, but hard as hell to keep them. How the hell can you come to trust someone if ninety percent of their decision making was compromised by the aura your body put out. Be even worse if she took those damn perfume extracts that her mother kept going on about. She just wanted to slice into terminals, not turn every NIO private into a possible suitor.

At least they seemed keen on helping her out with her gear loadout, though she frowned at the both of them mentioning her gear. "Yea, I got an REC given to me since I've been deployed, is that bad?" She didn't know. Hell, the most hardware she ran around with before this was a jury-rigged blaster pistol. To the surprise of quite a few comrades, Mirinda didn't have a ton of gun knowledge. "Doonie was a tough CO, but she's a sweetheart. Don't tell her I said that though, she'll throw me out an airlock." Doonie did have to keep up her stoic rep and all. "Sounds like you two have been through thick and thin though, hope I can keep up." She smiled, though it quickly vanished as Dokal mentioned Csilla. Yea, that's not exactly something you walk away from. "Damn shame what happened there. We'll have to pay the Maw back for their poor demeanor."

If only that were true. The NIO was playing wack a Nexu with the galactic map right now.
 

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