Faction Victory at Talus

[Castor Brynnn]

Peace was sweeter than a jogan and the Galaxy gorged itself on jogan. Now the Mandalorians are rearming, gathering resources, and claiming new territories in Wild Space. Some will tell you the Jedi started this mess, some will say the Mandalorians are gearing up for a new crusade. Whatever the case, it doesn't matter. When war comes Victory Company will be ready.

Since the Sith-Imperial Civil War the 222nd has been at the front of the Alliance's war effort carving the way for Jedi and Pathfinder alike. After the Second Great Hyperspace War we were relegated to clean-up duty, basic patrols in our sector, kid's stuff. They cut the Corps nearly in half but we're reorganizing. Victory wasn't always first on the ground with the Jedi, that honor had always fallen to Tortuga Company, or with the Wolf Pack...But we will be.

I know, your armor looks clean and white now, but after this month of hell in the Talus Outback you'll understand why we call you newbies Shinies.
-Captain Brynnn's address to Victory Company before departure to Corellian System

Victory at Talus
Aiden Rennek | Lans Oraas | Zinder Tokarache
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Captain Brynnn of the 222nd's Victory Company stood staring out of the viewport aboard the GR-95 transport, arms crossed behind his back. It was still strange to him to be wearing the white betaplast armor of a marine. He'd thought that his entire military career would be with the Army and the Pathfinders, but marine officer recruitment was down and the Pathfinders couldn't fight a war on their own. The army was great, sure. Great at holding positions, great at taking them too, once the someone else had broken down the door...But the Alliance needed marines again if they were really going to fight these Mandalorians. He sighed, shifting uncomfortably in his armor. There were dozens of ships out there, from the new Corellian cruisers to transports just like his milling about around Talus and Tralus. An old battlecruiser hung ominously close, its heavy turbolasers powerful enough to vaporize their transport in a single volley. He shuddered, suddenly glad that the Corellians were on their side.

His comlink beeped. They were right on time. His entire company was aboard the vessel. Well, most of them. All of his fighting men were aboard along with some of his support staff. The other support staff was already on the ground, coordinating with the other companies taking part in this training exercise. He looked down at the datapad he'd been holding and started sliding squads together. Better late than never.

He walked from the viewport, humming an old Pamarthen shanty as the heat of reentry set their transport aglow.

OOC Briefing: Victory at Talus is an origin point of sorts for Victory Company. Its always been a part of the military but was cut after the war with the Maw ended. Now it has been reconstituted for the impending war with the Mandalorians. The shuttle has landed and you've been assigned a squad - hopefully you all write together. You've all been given a basic overview of the training exercise. Multiple divisions of the 222nd are landing on the Corellian planet of Talus where the GADF is using the training facilities of the Corellian Defense Force. You'll be in the cold Derik'hur Highlands with the goal of capturing an enemy base from the "Mandalorians" [the 32nd Airborne Company]. You'll have access to limited air support and armor support, but so will the enemy. But first, settle in. Meet your squad. We'll get to the "killing" soon.

 

[Zinder Tokarache]

Location: Derik'hur Highlands, Talus
Objective: Greet the Squad, Get Oriented
Equipment: Forward Assault(Bio Tab)
Tags: Castor Brynnn Aiden Rennek Lans Oraas

He was already geared up, Double checking the Grenades he'd been made to swap out for less lethal versions with a sharp side eye through the visor of requisition staff on the ground. A shrug after informing them they'd be training all the more an excuse he had to offer when they informed him the swapped items would be returned after training.

He'd have to live with it given the situation as he walked on to the rally point for his squad. Checking the roster before giving a sigh and beginning to stretch.

He'd been disarming explosives in what was formerly Maw space up till his return to Alliance space proper. His armor mostly clean with a few spots in the joints carrying a dark tinge even after a thorough cleaning. Figuring just shy of a proper acid dunk to get the color back on the agenda if anyone raised to much of a stink about it.

His stretches near finished, he leaned against a crate in the meanwhile, weapons disassembled as he checked and cleaned them before they were called up to start training proper.

His eyes behind the visor shifting slowly to catch all the other squads mustering and greeting each other.

"One two, Plasma in my shoe, three four, breach charge on the door... " An idle hum behind his helmet as he continued cleaning and waiting.

 

[Lans Oraas]

Zinder Tokarache Castor Brynnn Aiden Rennek

Why the Marines? I can still hear my Mother's question play on repeat on my mind. Honestly, I'm not sure why. Maybe out of stubbornness to sign up to the one branch my Father would have despised. Or maybe sub-consciously I have a death wish and long for some overly-dramatic way to part from this world. Anyway it doesn't matter, I am here now: a Marine…​

- From the private journal of Lans Oraas​

The shuttle arrived on Talus late. The hundreds of raw recruits trained on Corellia were quickly sent to their new units in preparation for the month-long training exercise. Lans followed the Sergeant through the corridors as he showed the fresh meat to their squads. With every step he could feel his heart pound a little faster. Sure it wasn't even real war, but the idea of training alongside real soldiers, veterans of dozens of engagements, it just felt different, more real.

Victory Company

He hoped the name was not coined out of irony for past records. Though, the next month he'll find out whether his new company lived up to it's name.

His thoughts were interrupted as he was shown to where his squad was prepping. One lone soldier leaning against a crate cleaning his disassembled weapon. Unsure how to proceed, he took a step forward.

"Corporal?" He called out noticing the rank insignia on his armour. "PVT Lans Oraas. Just arrived from Corellia," his gaze shifted down to the soldier's own armour, seeing the stains, scratches and marks from use, Lan's suddenly felt conscious about his own pristine gear.

 

[Subject 73 Red]

Lans Oraas Zinder Tokarache Castor Brynnn


Red shifted his shoulders, stretching out his arms, feeling how the armor fitted to him. He shifted his arms around, feeling the way the armor stretched and molded to him. It felt... certainly different than the armor he was used too. Perhaps it was the result of being in stasis for a few years, but Red certainly hadn't grown used to this armor yet. Plus, Red did not much like the white color. Who made armor the most visible color known to all life? It was like painting a big target on where you should shoot at. Horrible design, to say the least.

He grabbed his helmet and looked at it. He had been... unreachable, for a while. He had just come off of the stasis a bit ago, and was still dealing with reintegrating. In order to do that, he needed a purpose. And luckily, it turned out the Marines were recruiting, and that was just in the thing he was looking for.

He walked through the corridors of the transport craft. He checked his datapad, checking which squad he had been assigned too. He headed over to their rally point. As he approached, he saw two of the others in the squad. One, he could tell had seen combat before, his armor stood out among the others as being certainly older. As he approached, he heard one of them say something.

"PVT Lans Oraas. Just arrived from Corellia,"

Red stepped forward towards them. "Private Red. Been told you two are part of my squad." He told them, examining them, closely.

"So, how did you two manage to end up here? You both seem like you have some stories to tell."

 

[Castor Brynnn]

Subject 73 Red | Zinder Tokarache | Lans Oraas | Aiden Rennek

He'd trained on worlds similar to Talus during his time with the Pathfinders. They were deceptively dangerous, luring you into a false sense of security. The recruits drank too much water, chatted too often, and walked with just a little too much pep in their step. If they weren't careful they would be without water, tired of one another's company, and exhausted by the end of the first week thinking these exercises would be a walk in the park. Not his company. He'd checked in on almost every squad so far all that was left was...He looked up at the barrack number and nodded. He stepped up to the sliding door and it hissed open. They weren't the liveliest bunch he'd met thus far but that could just have been nervous jitters.

This squad had some veterans. Less shiny than the others. It also had a couple fresh out of Corellia. Charming. He stepped through the open door, light from the morning sun filtering around him throwing his armored shadow across the room.

"Troopers," How would they handle a surprise inspection?