Di Mancini
Di "Screwball" Mancini
OOC: This is Popo's writer. Popo isn't showing in this invasion, but I do have alts that are. Consider Popo doing.... Iunno, he's off skirt chasing [member="Danger Arceneau"] or something 
Location: Training Temple
Objective: Take the Temple
Allies: The Galactic Republic
Enemies: The One Sith, [member="Darth Mierin"], [member="Darth Junra"], [member="Darth Isolda"] (Figured you three will go to the other thread, but tagged you so y'all know it's up)
Music:
The temple was intact, mostly. It was beaten up, run down, and generally pillaged-looking, but it was still up. A lone figure gazed at the temple through a pair of beaten up magnoculars, his old leather jacket just as worn as the magnoculars he held. He lowered his hands and gave a thumbs up to everyone behind him, including the crew of his tank as they poked their heads out of the hatches.
"Still up!" he exclaimed. Happy calls and cheers replied.
Around him, the attacking force mobilized as he scratched his beard and glanced back at the temple. He looked around it, noticing the Sith forces nearby and within the complex, and grunted to himself. He glanced down at the large, fuzzy head poking itself from the driver's hatch.
"Yahraar!" he called to the Wookiee. "Hnn-rowr yrroonn nng rarrr!"
He mangled the shyriiwook, but the message was clear to Yahraar: Move out! The Wookiee ducked back inside the Reliant tank and a massive, fuzzy paw reached up to pull the hatch shut. The tank lurched once and trundled down the hill towards the temple. Di poked his head back inside the tank and looked at the rest of the crew.
"Wiittah," he called over the tank's engine. "Try and aim for their side this time, okay? I know you prefer Republic scrap - Sorry, raw materials, but command ain't gonna buy that misfire story no more, man. Okay? Ozz, Ozzy, I need you to load high explosives and try to keep up the pace. Bucket-line it if you have to, just don't fight over who gets to close the breach, okay? And for the love o' mike, don't drop another shell! I had to change my pants and Yahraar had to hose out the driver's seat last time."
With that, he got a medley of responses in various languages and sat back up with his head sticking out of the tank. All in all, it was a nice day for a drive through the country side. If you ignored the incoming fire, that is.
Location: Training Temple
Objective: Take the Temple
Allies: The Galactic Republic
Enemies: The One Sith, [member="Darth Mierin"], [member="Darth Junra"], [member="Darth Isolda"] (Figured you three will go to the other thread, but tagged you so y'all know it's up)
Music:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wbveY6Q9hao
The temple was intact, mostly. It was beaten up, run down, and generally pillaged-looking, but it was still up. A lone figure gazed at the temple through a pair of beaten up magnoculars, his old leather jacket just as worn as the magnoculars he held. He lowered his hands and gave a thumbs up to everyone behind him, including the crew of his tank as they poked their heads out of the hatches.
"Still up!" he exclaimed. Happy calls and cheers replied.
Around him, the attacking force mobilized as he scratched his beard and glanced back at the temple. He looked around it, noticing the Sith forces nearby and within the complex, and grunted to himself. He glanced down at the large, fuzzy head poking itself from the driver's hatch.
"Yahraar!" he called to the Wookiee. "Hnn-rowr yrroonn nng rarrr!"
He mangled the shyriiwook, but the message was clear to Yahraar: Move out! The Wookiee ducked back inside the Reliant tank and a massive, fuzzy paw reached up to pull the hatch shut. The tank lurched once and trundled down the hill towards the temple. Di poked his head back inside the tank and looked at the rest of the crew.
"Wiittah," he called over the tank's engine. "Try and aim for their side this time, okay? I know you prefer Republic scrap - Sorry, raw materials, but command ain't gonna buy that misfire story no more, man. Okay? Ozz, Ozzy, I need you to load high explosives and try to keep up the pace. Bucket-line it if you have to, just don't fight over who gets to close the breach, okay? And for the love o' mike, don't drop another shell! I had to change my pants and Yahraar had to hose out the driver's seat last time."
With that, he got a medley of responses in various languages and sat back up with his head sticking out of the tank. All in all, it was a nice day for a drive through the country side. If you ignored the incoming fire, that is.