Post by Lord Genocide on Feb 11, 2006 13:26:30 GMT -5
((note: this post begins on one planet and ends on another))
The rain pounded down on the planet. The Mandalorian camp was deserted, save for one last warrior. He was Urik Storm, formerly of both the Rebellion and the Imperial military. Urik had been separated from the Mandalorian clans for several years, fighting for both militaries involved in the Galactic Civil War. Even now, as he had returned home, he discovered nothing waited for him. But all was not done for him yet. Urik was being recruited by the Black Hand Empire. For what cause, he knew not. All he knew was battle and battle he would continue to do. As he headed out of the camp one last time, he grabbed all his major equipment and headed for his ship in the far hanger of the camp. He dawned his sleak black Mandalorain armor, trimmed in silver. Urik equipped his special wrist guantlets before finishing the armor off with the helmet of a Mandalorian warrior.
Holstering his EE-3 blaster rifle at his side and snatching up his sniper rifle and jet pack, he made the long walk to the hanger. Though his sniper rifle had a strap, enabling Urik to strap it on his back, he opted to carry it on the shelf of his shoulder blades instead. It touched the back of his neck, the shelf of his shoulder blades, and was held in place by his jet pack which was secured properly upon his back. To further secure it, Urik draped both arms over it, one at each end, as though he was walking with a stalk around his neck and arms. His eyes were fixated on the hanger doors as they opened to greet him, then he entered his agile, modified for hyperspace capability ARC-170 fighter.
Urik was soon to land on Geonosis, where the BHE had called him to. Taking up his arms and other equipment upon landing, Urik exited his ship and headed to the BHE base's interior. He walked in the same fashion he did in leaving Dxun. Though he had worked with several militaries and militia before, he knew nothing of the BHE operations nor how things worked around here. He found himself in an oddly empty room suddenly. He wasn't sure where to head, so he stood there, assuming someone would eventually pass through and direct him to the correct location to report to. Urik carried the holomessage on him, in order for him to remember what he was doing here. He often forgot minor details on long trips, but not always....
((meh, not my best work....also, if one of teh BHE people could train me, that's be killer awesome))
The rain pounded down on the planet. The Mandalorian camp was deserted, save for one last warrior. He was Urik Storm, formerly of both the Rebellion and the Imperial military. Urik had been separated from the Mandalorian clans for several years, fighting for both militaries involved in the Galactic Civil War. Even now, as he had returned home, he discovered nothing waited for him. But all was not done for him yet. Urik was being recruited by the Black Hand Empire. For what cause, he knew not. All he knew was battle and battle he would continue to do. As he headed out of the camp one last time, he grabbed all his major equipment and headed for his ship in the far hanger of the camp. He dawned his sleak black Mandalorain armor, trimmed in silver. Urik equipped his special wrist guantlets before finishing the armor off with the helmet of a Mandalorian warrior.
Holstering his EE-3 blaster rifle at his side and snatching up his sniper rifle and jet pack, he made the long walk to the hanger. Though his sniper rifle had a strap, enabling Urik to strap it on his back, he opted to carry it on the shelf of his shoulder blades instead. It touched the back of his neck, the shelf of his shoulder blades, and was held in place by his jet pack which was secured properly upon his back. To further secure it, Urik draped both arms over it, one at each end, as though he was walking with a stalk around his neck and arms. His eyes were fixated on the hanger doors as they opened to greet him, then he entered his agile, modified for hyperspace capability ARC-170 fighter.
Urik was soon to land on Geonosis, where the BHE had called him to. Taking up his arms and other equipment upon landing, Urik exited his ship and headed to the BHE base's interior. He walked in the same fashion he did in leaving Dxun. Though he had worked with several militaries and militia before, he knew nothing of the BHE operations nor how things worked around here. He found himself in an oddly empty room suddenly. He wasn't sure where to head, so he stood there, assuming someone would eventually pass through and direct him to the correct location to report to. Urik carried the holomessage on him, in order for him to remember what he was doing here. He often forgot minor details on long trips, but not always....
((meh, not my best work....also, if one of teh BHE people could train me, that's be killer awesome))
